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Yandere! Valdor

Valdor, the most loyal, the greatest of the Custodes, a Primarch in all but name. Who else can obsess more than him, whose every function besides loyalty was beaten out? A/N: Playing “fucked up obsessive twinks” on easy mode here, aren’t I? I’m sorry, SCP-XXXX who requested this, but you told me Valdor was a twink, and evil twinks are the best kind of men, so therefore this is your fault! Full throttle ahead, let us be damned together! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships: Valdor/Gn!Reader, mentioned Valdor/Emperor Mentions: @kit-williams would you like some food?

Valdor does not love.

The Custodes simply can not love. Their love perished beneath treachery and fire, ten thousand years ago, and they simply cannot piece the remnants that was a heart back together again.

The Emperor took away their ability to love any but Himself, and what else could be left but a hollow void, an immortality without substances, a heart that beats while it lacks its other half?

There was simply nothing left of him to spare when the Emperor had brought down his claws. His love, his joy, his dreams, all gone, wiped away like sand upon the sea. Leaving behind nothing more than a hollow without sustenance, a phantom vestige of a dream crushed long ago, its corpse entombed within perfected flesh and bone and blood.

He loves no one, not even himself. When the Emperor died ten thousand years ago, he lost his way. He lost his tether to life itself. And for ten thousand years he wandered for the corpse of his master. There was a poem once, a poem so long ago about the loyal dog that stood guard before his master’s bones, who licked the once-petting hand once, and laid down to die.

Valdor’s loyalty is no weaker than that dog’s.

He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves the Emperor. He loves Him, so brokenly, so obsessively, so utterly insane in his adoration, the First Custodian would have let Him tear him apart if He wished.

He loved the Emperor.

And that is why he loves you. He thinks you to be his Emperor. If not Him, then at least a shard.

He doesn’t care who you were, he doesn’t care whether you were once a captain, a Chapter Master, a Thunder Warrior even. He thinks you to be his master, back from the dead, one of His shards caught in life and flesh.

He thinks you’re Him. Or, if not Him, at least a fragment of His former glory.

Valdor calls you his Emperor, his shard, his beloved, he ignores any name you had once in favor of calling you his master. A name is only a word, after all, and you are nothing but his Emperor reborn, in his mind. A guardsman, an Astarte, a Thunder Warrior, you are all mortal beneath his eyes. He only smiles that cold, humorless smile of his when you attempt to correct him, when he brushes off your words with the same cold, humorless disinterest.

Valdor thinks you to be his Emperor. And he doesn't care that you were once someone else, you were not always his beloved, you were not the master he imagined, that you are not the master he built from memories and bones.

You were nothing before his master, he reasons, you will be nothing after his master, and you were his Emperor once upon a time. It is doubtful if he can even know love, if he had not projected his own delusions of his Emperor upon another. Valdor failed Him once and only now the fates have judged him fit enough to protect a shard of Him, one that is so frail compared to himself, so unspeakably mortal, his atonement for the master he failed so long ago.

He failed the Emperor once, and watched Him die. He will not do so again.

Protection. You will never walk free again, never without his cold presence by your side, that effortless, confident stride as he accompanies his master. You will never know the taste of sunlight, the easy voice of another conversationalist before their words taper off into uncertainty, and then fear, beneath the jealous glare of your bodyguard. How their sentences trail off, how Valdor looms like some ancient, murderous harpy, his shadow constantly overcasting yours.

He knows nothing of love, of human emotion. But he knows protection. And he knows obsession.

Valdor is not a passionate man. But he is neither a cruel one either. Of course, Valdor will never raise a spear nor blade against his adoration, to strike his master would certainly mean death, but he will slaughter your loved ones without even horror. He will whisper litanies of loyalty on his knees while his Custodes sink in the knives. He will speak ironclad promises and gilded oaths when they label your soldiers traitors and slaughter them upon the snowfields, when they hail for unity, and hear the blade fall.

He seems to like walks in wintery fields. It reminds him of what he lost long ago, when the Emperor took him atop Ararat, and he enacted His first vengeance upon the Thunder Warriors. He sometimes brings you there, to altitudes higher than even what a Space Marine can withstand, and gathers you beneath his cloak, whispering memories that were never truly yours, asking for your orders, asking for your forgiveness, asking if you can remember what it felt like ten thousand years ago.

(Sometimes, you can nearly believe him when he says you’re a shard. It’s flattering, almost, to be under the eye of the captain-general.)

He can kill. There is nothing left of him if he could not. Nothing but the Emperor’s spear, a sharpened tool meant to kill and to serve, and to be cast away when its function is complete. You have nothing to fear from him, of course, he would rather end himself than raise a blade against his master. But he loves no other. He does not know how to love. And that makes him dangerous. You know it when you gaze into his eyes, you are sure you could imagine him covered in the blood of your loved ones, guardian spear flashing as he hacks through them without even the shadow of hesitation. He will take no fear, no regret, no relief, barely even satisfaction in the grim act, and yet that is somehow more profane than joy in slaughter. Not even a single hint of joy, wild and unfettered in the sheer cruelty, not even a single hint of an ambition for why he would lay such altars of blood before his master’s feet, only simply because He wanted it to be so, and simply because he loved Him.

In his eyes, you are his Emperor. But he does not always obey you. He does not kneel as he would’ve knelt before his master. Because he knows, Valdor knows that to protect Him, to serve Him properly, sometimes he must smother Him for His own good. It’s the twisted rationale of a dog who has lost his master, whose death had rocked him so thoroughly he was willing to kill to save Him again.

Valdor kneels, of course. He’ll kneel before you and speak his words of loyalty, he’ll give you his names one by one if you only ask. Valdor has never considered himself eloquent with words, but he’ll listen to you, he’ll even let you command him as the Emperor would have done. Rank be damned, he cares not if his Emperor had been reborn as a guardsman or an Astartes or even a Thunder Warrior.

But he does not hide his obsession. To obsess is the only way he knows to love, after all. He’ll smother his beloved with his protection, with his adoration. He’ll hack his way to be their only protector, their only bulwark before the madness, the only man they can trust to defend them. Gaze upon his Emperor once, he’ll tear them apart. Love the Emperor more than him, and he’ll bury their bones beneath the snowfields.

And be loved by the Emperor more than him….and he’ll betray them as he had betrayed the Thunder Warriors. He’ll sink in golden knives and golden spears in turned backs without even the hint of remorse, Valdor will remind his beloved that it is he who is the servant, it is he who serves to be praised for his duty. Valdor can take you from your family as the Emperor took him from his, he’ll so effortlessly ensure the utter protection of his new Emperor, all for himself.

No one will protect you more than I, my liege.

It is he who should be the favored servant.

No one can love you more than I, my Emperor.

He’ll croon those litanies of loyalty to you. He’ll whisper those promises of protection, of ambition, he’ll promise you an eternity while standing atop the frozen ashes of your loved ones. He’ll promise you a throne if you don’t cry, if you’ll love him as his master did. He’ll bring you a crown of gold, he’ll strangle the living storm for you, if only you promise to let him protect you, if you promise if you’ll be his Emperor.

You died once. I will not let you do so again, my Emperor.

And his obsession would never be checked, and much less ended by the true power behind the Imperium.

You are his Emperor. In that mind He broke so thoroughly long ago, you are the Emperor, reborn. Heavy is the head that bears the laurel, bloodied is the hand that holds this mad dog’s leash.

It is Valdor who should be the favored servant.

No one will protect you more than I, my liege.

He will protect you.

He will protect you, obsess over you, guard you with the hollow that is a heart. He’ll bring you a throne, a crown, an army, an eternity, if only you promise, if only you’ll be his Emperor.

The Emperor died ten thousand years ago. And in turn, he casted you in His corpse.

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rosewould · 1 year

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red; hnk

pairing; huening kai x afab!reader

words; 6.01k

genre; smut, fluff, friends with benefits (angst if you used a high powered microscope)

warnings; pervert!Kai (he feels bad 'bout it ;(), large dick, lots of solo jerking off, voyeurism(?), multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, breast play, prone bone, rough sex, biting

preface; big dick Kai is back! Is this just always how I'm gonna write him. Also this started as a oneshot..... (don't worry I won't force angst in the next parts like I usually do)

Yeonjun brings home a lot of women. Most of them are indistinguishable, but not for lack of trying. They always duck from our view as Yeonjun guides them through the living room. Some use their hair or their clothes to hide their face. Some even scold Yeonjun for bringing them over when the dorm wasn't empty. None of us pay that much attention, definitely not enough to judge Yeonjun or any of the women. We understand that he just needs to get his rocks off, and so do they. Humans have needs. Still, we make an effort to make it seem like we don't even notice them for the sake of the woman's comfort.

A new month brings a new girl. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see your bright red shirt. I see you stop for a moment. I let curiosity get the best of me and look up at you. As soon as I do, a wide smile graces your stunning features. You raise your hand before waving like a fool. You state your name before holding your hand out to me.

"Um... that's Kai." Yeonjun gestures toward me before scratching at his head. I extend my hand and accept your greeting. Your hands are soft, just like your presence. Basking under the light of your smile feels like a sunny day with a cool breeze. Everything about you screamed red. The way you smelled of freshly watered roses. Your bright and bubbly presence that filled the room and everyone in it with optimism. And especially your t-shirt that hugged your torso. I repeat your name again before smiling myself.

Yeonjun introduces you to the rest of the members before guiding you into the room. Usually, I forget about the girl moments after she disappears from my peripheral view. Save for a few moans that couldn't be held back and enter my ears, I'm usually pretty successful at distracting myself. However, all I can think about is your smile, your touch, and your scent. I find myself repeating your name in my head over and over, cracking a smile whenever the image of your goofy wave graces my mind.

"Does Huening have a crush on Yeonjun's fuck buddy?"

"No." I quickly answer Beomgyu, whose accusatory expression only grows stronger.

"Dude, you are literally blushing and smiling to yourself."

I snap my head toward Soobin and Taehyun as I hear them snicker.

"I'm just texting somebody, that's all." I shrug, but I can't hide the flustered look on my face. I can tell by their faces that they don't believe me, but I roll my eyes and ignore them. Over and over I think about different aspects of you. There have been plenty of women that I happened to catch a glance of and noticed were drop-dead gorgeous. I'm sure they all are considering Yeonjun's decision to bring them here. So why were you specifically ingrained in my mind?

Around when Yeonjun started bringing women to the dorm, I wasn't quite used to it yet. When I first heard the soft moans coming from his room, blood rushed to my lower regions. I think we were all caught off guard because we would scurry off to our rooms. It’s been a while, but that feeling was back. I close my legs and look around frantically. They’re all consumed by the tv or their phones. I sigh loudly as I get up and rush to the bathroom.

I splash some water on my face, freezing when I hear a noise. The wall separating the bathroom and Yeonjun’s room must be thinner. I can hear your moans clear as day. They sound needy, desperate. I’ve never heard Yeonjun make this much noise either. The sheets and covers rustle, giving me a clear indication of how hard the two of you are fucking-

What am I doing? I shoot a hand through my hair and look in the mirror. It stretches down far enough that I could see how noticeable my bulge is. Fuck, I can’t get hard from listening in on you. Well I guess I already did. I have to get rid of this, it’s shameful.

I jump at the sound of something starting to rhythmically knock against the wall. Your moans escalate in volume and desperation. Could it be the headboard?

It was just enough to break my morals and force me to imagine what you looked like right now. Red shirt pushed over your bra, hair a mess and makeup smudged, legs in the air as he fucked you rough. I fold with a hissed swear as I settle onto the closed toilet. I rush to push my pants and underwear down before giving my cock a firm squeeze. I exhale shakily, precum already forming from my slit. I’m usually too loud for my own good so I jerk slowly. Slowly building up the tension. I spit into my hand before visualizing you again. Are your tits bouncing? Jumping out of your bra and exposing your hard nipples?

Ugh, I feel like a pervert right now but it feels so good. I let out a whimper as I start to speed up. I was gonna cum already, I could feel a tingling sensation shoot up from my toes into my groin. “Oh fuck, fuck-” I buck uncontrollably, the pleasure is so delicious, I’m so fucking close–

Then I hear your voice as you greeted me, picturing your pretty smile and perfect body. I purse my lips to try and contain my loud groan as I cum all over myself. My mouth hangs open as I pant, tugging all of the semen from my penis.

I felt so disgusting afterward, grimacing at the mess I made. I shower it off, the mess and the disgust. I leave the bathroom with a towel, completely forgetting Yeonjun had company.

“Oh my… you guys are all so handsome.” I whip around to see you with a hand covering your mouth as you giggle. Both of us stand there and look at each other, I blush fiercely watching you take in my body in awe. As if we both didn’t just get finished doing not-so-wholesome things.

“Ignore him.” Yeonjun glares at me as he leaves his room and shuts the door behind him. His eyes soften as he looks down at you. “Call me?” He asks with a smirk and quirk of his brow. You roll your eyes as you snatch his phone. All this was brand new as far as I know. According to the other guys, it was new to them as well.

“He usually just says ‘bye’ or ‘that was fun’ or something like that. I don’t even think he gives his number to them.” Soobin whispers in disbelief. Yeonjun was out somewhere today. It had been a while since you came around. All of us assumed the number thing was just a weird anomaly and that Yeonjun wasn’t actually going to invite the same girl home twice. It would be the very first time if he did. We only know this because he said it himself.

“Why would I fuck one girl twice when I can experience as many women as I want?”

He was like a kid in a candy shop. If I were frank, I’d say it was very teenager-like to behave like this. But I guess he is still young, no matter how much we tease him. He’s just having fun and it seems like the women were too. So no harm done.

“Not only that, he gave her his real phone. Meaning she has his real number.” Taehyun stresses the word both times he says it.

“I mean we all heard it, right? It was faint, but we could all tell she gave him a good time.” Beomgyu laughs, making me smirk. It did sound like you rocked his world. The door opening made the four of us turn from our positions on the couch and loveseat. It was Yeonjun with a big smile on his face. As he got further into the house he doesn’t close the door behind him. The first thing I notice about you is your tight, red dress. It’s more of a faded rose, but still what I consider your staple. I unintentionally smile.

All three boys say hi to you to tease Yeonjun. You have no clue what all this means. “Hi?” You laugh with a look of amused confusion.

When Yeonjun closes you both in his room we all look at each other in shock.

“No way.” Soobin’s disbelief escalates.

“She’s a witch.” Beomgyu states simply.

We all laugh at Beomgyu's deadpan delivery as he looks at us like he’s dead serious. “This is what Doja Cat was talking about when she said “pussy like an alakazam”.”

“That’s enough.” says Taehyun as the corner of his mouth twitches.

It was not easy to sway Yeonjun from his ways. I just had to commend you for managing to make him bend. You were inherently likable, but it could also be whatever happened in Yeonjun’s bedroom. What was it? Were you good in bed, or was it heightened emotions from something else? I lingered on the second option, imagining you and Yeonjun looking longingly into each other’s eyes. I cut my imagination off as complicated emotions started to stir inside me.

The former option, however, was intriguing. I slam my hands against the sink before looking into the mirror. How did I end up here again? Shivers rocket up my spine as I hear your voice closer than expect. I turn and slowly approach the wall separating the bathroom and his room. As I hesitantly bring my hand to rest on the wall I realize you’re right on the other side. You gasp and I imagine your expression. Brows pushed together with your swollen lips parted slightly.

“Gonna fuck me against the wall? Hm?”

A loud slap sends a jolt straight to my cock. Rhythmic grunts and moans fill his room and it feels like I’m right there with you. I can hear his hips smacking against your ass. When I press my ear to the door I just make out how wet you are. I push my crotch against the wall with a heavy exhale. What the hell was I going to do about you?

Yeonjun picks up the speed and I match him. I unbutton my pants and push my underwear down just far enough that my red tip is free. I roll my palm over it, enjoying the way it makes my stomach flutter. I continue humping against the wall until my baggy pants fall and pool around my ankles.

Your full moans start getting cut off and more high-pitched as he fucks you harder. As I thrust forward I imagine it’s me fucking you into the wall. I swear I could feel your warmth through the drywall. “F-fuck me-” You plead.

I exhale shakily and my knees start to buckle. Every swirl of my palm over my hot tip brings about the most vivid pleasure I’ve ever felt. I’ve been cumming so fast at the thought of you.

I clench my eyes shut and picture your face again. Your radiant smile. Fuck– your tits. I bite down hard on my lip as a deep groan rumbles in my chest. I start properly stroking my cock as I cum all over the wall.

I was such a pervert.

No amount of showers could cleanse me of my sins it seems. Every time you’re in Yeonjun’s bedroom, I’m in the bathroom. It’s a miracle no one has knocked on the door or heard me moan. Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu had to be suspicious. I stopped hanging out in the living room as much so they’d be less likely to notice me sneaking off to the bathroom. I also started the shower while I did it to muffle any noises that slipped through. There was really no surefire way of hiding this, was there? I just had to be forthcoming with the shamefulness of it all.

It’s not just in the bathroom but every night in bed. I have to bite down on my pillow so Taehyun doesn’t hear me. The thought of you makes me rock hard and it seems like you’re not going anywhere. I’m going to lose my mind.

I should just jerk off in my bedroom, but your moans are inaudible from here. I plant my face into my pillow and groan loudly. I hear you walk through the door and Yeonjun greeting you followed by the others. I decide against going to the bathroom. This was pathetic. I call Yeonjun’s behavior teenager-like when I’m here doing this. I lift my face from my pillow when a thought enters my brain.

What if you guys start dating? What will I do then? There’s a sense of dread that extends past jerking off. Sure, it would be even more shitty to jerk off to the sound of a woman your friend is dating, but that’s not where the dread routed from. I sigh, mashing my cheek into the pillow. I need to get a grip and fast.

I can’t hear them and I’m engrossed in some random movie I put on. My body had been conditioned to get turned on when I know you’re here, but for now I was properly distracted. The movie is almost over when the main couple gets into a fight. If I wasn’t gripped before, I was now. I lean closer to the headboard where my phone is propped up as the emotions reach their peak. There’s a loaded silence that keeps me on my toes as my eyes scan each shot to flicker across the screen. The couple suddenly crash their lips together and initiate a heated kiss. I wait for the scene to cut to something else, then I realize it’s an R-rated movie. Fuck.

The couple stumbles their way to the nearest surface the woman can be hoisted onto. Mere seconds pass as the man exposes their genitals just off-screen before the thrusting commences. He’s thrusting so hard that if they were having sex, he’d be bottoming out each time. The woman’s dress conveniently slips down in the front to reveal her jostling breasts. I gulp and unconsciously grind into my bed. Their heightened emotions transitioned perfectly into passionate sex, expressing their complicated feelings through their eyes and actions. I was witnessing a moment between two people with strong feelings for each other.

Is that why you and Yeonjun sound that way when you fuck each other? Is that why you’re the only one he fucked more than once? I groan frustratedly before stopping the thought process altogether. Instead, as I watch, I imagine the girl is you. It happens naturally as the camera pans to the man and I imagine he’s me. Perhaps I was losing my mind.

Arousal crashes over my body like a strong wave. I grunt as I push my hardening penis into the bed. Somehow, it’s even stronger than before. I curl my toes with each thrust, watching the movie intently. The actress’s breasts look so soft and plump as they bounce up and down. My eyes roll back as I imagine yours again. The things I would do to bite and suck them. Oh, I’m really getting into it now. My legs start tingling as I thrust faster. I breathe heavily, eyes trained on the screen. My hips stutter as I moan out your name. I push myself up by my forearms and fuck into my bed more vigorously, shaking it in the process. I let out a string of curse words as I cum into my underwear with your name on my tongue.

The door swinging open brings me back to my senses immediately as I turn around and pull my covers over me. There you stand in my doorway in a tank top with a red pattern printed on it and a pair of jeans. I wasn’t sure whether you’d gotten more beautiful or it’d been that long since I took in your features. You stand there like a deer caught in the headlights and I immediately start cursing myself. You saw.

I stutter, blinking at you like an idiot before getting a mangled mess of words out. “T-the bathroom is on your right!” I squeak before pursing my lips together to prevent any more nonsense from slipping through. You come in further, as if in a daze, and shut the door behind you.

“Of course I know that.” You stare straight at me and it freaks me out. “So why…” I shake my head, dumbfounded. Why did you scare the shit out of me and start staring at me is what I wanted to say. It had to be that you knew what I was up to. You walk over to me and I look at you in nervous anticipation the whole way. My head lowers to maintain eye contact as you sit on the bed. You look timid, or maybe it was that you wanted to ask me something.

“I’m staying over tonight and I wanted to let you know.” You rest your hand near my thigh and I flinch away slightly. You still look like you’re surveilling my face.

“You don’t have to worry about bothering me or anything.” I immediately push aside my unease to ease yours. The smile you give me makes it worth it.

“I should’ve known, you seem sweet.” You get shy, looking down and away from my face. I frown, feeling the urge to raise your face back to look at me. “I barely see you anymore.” You mumble. I scoot closer, feeling responsible for whatever negative emotion that made your voice sound that way.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t hang out in the living room as much recently.”

“Don’t apologize, we barely know each other. That’s why I’m here I guess. To change that.” You look up hopefully and I just nod like an idiot.

“And to make a confession…” You look away again, playing with your fingers. You think you’ve got a confession?

“Go ahead, tell me. I’m not gonna judge.” I encourage a little too enthusiastically.

“Well… okay.” You respond leerily. “I haven’t seen you recently… but I have heard you.” Your voice trails off at the end. My eyes dart around in confusion as I register what you said. My heart drops out of my ass when I realize. You quickly speak again before I start self-destructing.

“The first time I thought was hearing things, then when I was closer to the wall I knew I wasn’t. I could always tell when you entered the bathroom and when you… started.” You look around as your shyness turns to panic.

“Oh my god.” I stand from the bed and cover my mouth, avoiding your eyes like the plague.

“I’m so sorry.” You say with a whine. I forget about my shame as I look down at you incredulously. “You’re sorry?”

“I-” You sigh before gesturing at my previous seat. “Sit down.”

I listen immediately.

“When I first heard you I was shocked. One, because you were moaning, and two, because it was you. I realized after hearing the shower and seeing you in a towel each time. You were the last of the four I expected to do that. Then I started to notice this feeling. I was turned on, but it was more than that.” You close your eyes and search for a better way to explain, but I already know very well.

“It felt wrong and you liked it.”

You look at me with wide eyes before faltering again. “I just felt so ashamed. There was something about knowing you could hear and that it turned you on. I’m sorry, I just feel like a weirdo.”

“After all of that you just explained, you’re still not the weird one. You got off to my perversion. There would be nothing to feel wrong about if I didn’t jerk off to you in the first place.” I insist, watching to make sure you understand. “And even though you liked it,” A concept that didn’t fully register in my mind but would surely fuck me up when it did, “what I did was still wrong. I’m sorry.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know for certain you were jerking off to me. Maybe that was just when and where you always jerked off. You do share a room with Taehyun after all.” You start your attempt to defend my actions pretty shakily, and you realize that fact judging by the look on your face. “It was just the concept of someone getting off to listening to me that turned me on anyway. Also, you’re so vocal.” You lean forward as if it’s a secret.

I groan. “Did Yeonjun hear?”

“I’m pretty sure he did, but I don’t think he cares.” You shrug.

“Really?” I ask in shock and you nod. I exhale, feeling like I just went through so many emotions. Here comes one I’m the most ashamed of.

“He will care if you guys end up dating.”

“Pfft-” I jolt when I hear you burst into laughter. You throw your head back before looking at me. “Fuck no!”

“Fuck no?”

“He’s annoying as shit.”

I must look absolutely flabbergasted right about now. You gather yourself before clarifying. “Don’t worry, he hates me too. That’s what makes it great.” Your smile falls as your eyes rake up my body and land back on my face.

“You, though… you’re gonna be a problem.”

I’m a bit confused but already flattered before you even explain. “By that you mean…?”

“You’re sweet, pretty, and you sound pretty when you moan.” You scoot closer, bringing our faces closer in turn. “I have to admit you’re kinda my ideal man.” The look on your face is a mixture of lust and vulnerability. You don’t even know how whipped I am for you.

“And you’re literally perfect.” I cup your face in my hand as we pull into each other. You pause right before our lips touch and we lean our foreheads together.

“I didn’t hear you today.” You hover your lips near mine so I can just about feel them. “You have to make up for it.” I lean forward and you soften into the deep press of my lips on yours. Your lips taste of artificial strawberry. I dive in for another taste. Your sticky lipgloss transfers to my mouth, smearing all around the perimeter. I lace my fingers into the nape of your hair as I deepen the kiss. A tug at your hair pulls a moan from your lips that I swallow. I feel your hand graze my crotch and my breath catches in my throat.

You pull away, dazed before you give me a crooked smile. You look down at my shorts with a tsk. “Oh baby…” You grind your palm into my crotch, earning a groan from me. “Look at the mess you made.” With a bite of your lip, you push your hand under my shorts and underwear. You start rigorously jerking my cock. I moan loudly, my hips kicking upward.

You lean forward to moan a needy “Touch me.”

I happily oblige, pushing your shirt over your bra just like I fantasized about. Your breasts were already practically spilling out of your bra. I could see a peek of your nipples. I whimper, bucking into your fist as I take a handful of your breast. They’re so malleable, and your skin is soft like velvet. I lean down to capture your breast in my mouth. I bite at the swell of it before nibbling at your nipple. You kick your head back with a bitten-off moan. I watch as you clench your soft, plush thighs together. My abdomen clenches and I pull away with a grunted swear.

“Stop,” I grab your hand over my clothes, “I’m gonna cum and I want to fuck you.”

“I’m staying the night, remember?” You smirk. “We have all night.” You start jerking me off again despite my hand clamping over yours. I let go and sneak it between your legs. I undo your pants and slide my hands under the hem of your panties. My finger dips between your folds, feeling how soaked you are.

“Jesus,” You were about to soak through the denim. There was a pool of your essence sitting on the seat of your panties. I slip my middle finger over your clit before pressing down against your entrance. I repeat the motion over and over until you’re breathing out my name. The sound of you saying my name makes my stomach clench even tighter. “Fuck- I’m cumming!”

A string of salacious moans feel like they’re yanked from my chest as I cum into my underwear a second time. Your fist knocks against my pelvis hard as my hips snap against you. My hips jerk a few times until my high has fully subsided. As soon as I finish I push two fingers into your sopping hole. You cry out, falling backward onto your palms as I hammer inside your pussy. I maneuver closer to you and pull your bra down, making your breasts spring free. I lean down and latch my mouth back onto them. Breathy, desperate moans fill my ears as I circle my tongue around your hard nipple.

“J-just like that, oh god-” You clench your thighs around my hand too hard for me to move. I just keep it still and curl my fingers inside you instead. You choke out a moan as you fall completely onto the bed. Shaky whimpers fall from your lips and I can feel your thighs start to tremble. “Holy fucking shit.” Your words are quiet but sharp. Your legs fall open, giving me the opportunity to start fucking my fingers into you again. Your juices are smeared all over your inner thighs and start dripping past your asshole. I pop my mouth off your tit to look down as my fingers slosh inside your dripping cunt. Your hole feels so hot around my fingers, I can feel my cock start to ache again.

“‘m g-gonna- I-I-” You inhale sharply a couple times before you release a sharp gasp. “I’m cummi- oh!” You lurch forward as your legs lock my fingers in place again. Your entire body is trembling as your pussy clenches and unclenches, releasing your arousal and coating my fingers. I pull them out and your cum gushes out with them. You collapse back onto the bed and I immediately kiss up your neck and jaw before kissing your lips. I watch you as I slide my fingers coated in you into my mouth. You lick your lips as I suck them dry. You push your pants and underwear down further before raising your legs and presenting your messy pussy and asshole to me. Your pussy lips were squeezed between your thighs. I look down with drowsy eyes, taking in the filthy scene before me. I move back to fully take it in before looking back at your face. “Fuck me.” You whisper.

I pull you by your legs further up the bed. You yelp in response, shortly cut off by me flipping you over.

“Kai… I need you so bad- ah!”

I bring my hand down over your ass before kneading the flesh. I slap you again and you squeal. My cock was throbbing at this point, every inhale I took filled my lungs with fire. I spank you again and again until your feet raise into the air. Once the urge was satisfied, I smooth my hand over your now hot skin with soft coos. I slide the same hand down and over your slit and you whine from the slight overstimulation. I push my shorts and underwear completely off, finally rid of that sticky feeling. I do the same for you, freeing you from your suffocating jeans and ruined underwear and finally baring your gorgeous body. Exposing every inch of your skin I fantasized about. Moments after the clothes are thrown to the side I was throwing my leg over your ass.

Looking down and my red, hot dick hovering over your pussy I feel like I might pass out. This is it. I slide lower, sitting my heavy cock on your ass. You gasp and look back.

“Oh my god Kai…” You drawl as you watch it dip into your folds, dragging the juices from your core over your ass. I slap it against you a couple times before sinking back down to where I craved to be. I let out a shuddered exhale as my tip prods against your swollen hole. I start to push in slowly, watching your hole expand to swallow me up. No matter how much it opens up, it still feels like a chokehold around my cock.

Tiny, pitiful mewls are all you can manage while I split you open. Every inch that enters you brings more bewildered whimpers. “Y-you’re gonna rip me in half.” You lament before a gasp cuts you off upon me bottoming out. It takes everything in me to not immediately start fucking you open. I lean closer to plant my lips on your shoulder and let you adjust.

“You really are perfect too.” You chuckle breathlessly. The compliment makes me accidentally buck against you. You yelp, your noises becoming more substantial. I have to move, you feel too good. Your walls feel like they’re melting around me, wet and hot as they squish around my shaft. I huff, trying to control myself.

“Oh god.” I strain, nuzzling my head into your neck. Your ass perks up against me, feeling perfectly slotted into my crotch. The action sends my dick even deeper. I groan and nip at your neck. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My hips begin thundering against yours as we both moan uncontrollably. Every loud and desperate noise finally breaks free. I pull out shallowly and thrust back in hard. The flesh of your ass ripples from the intensity. I should slow down and savor this, but I’m too far gone for reasoning. I lean back and grab your thighs, pushing them together to close your pussy lips even tighter around me. The new level of friction sends shockwaves through my body. The squelch of your saturated lips is absolutely obscene. I grimace, feeling my arousal heighten and encourage faster thrusting.

Hopeless sobs pour from your lips as my member pushes you open again and again. The pleasure is red hot like a fire was building inside me. I pull you flush against my body and savor the way you’re encased around me. Your feet fly up again, hitting my back as you keen.

“You’re taking it so well.” I coo as I let go of your hips. You slowly sink back down to the bed, pussy releasing my shaft inch by inch until the head almost pops out. I bring my knees forward on the bed and steady myself with my hands on your waist.

How smooth and soft your skin is distracts me for a moment. I take a second to smooth my hands up your sides before cupping your breasts. My jaw drops open as my cock twitches inside you. You look back at me again with tears streaking down your cheeks, still looking as perfect as ever. There’s something beautiful about how fucked out you look. I bring my hips down with slow, weighty thrusts. Each slam pushes a harsh sound from your throat.

After listening to it so many times, I was finally experiencing you for myself. Feeling just how tightly you squeezed Yeonjun to make him scream out, and having the same amount of trouble being quiet. I knew how wet you got, I could hear it, but I’m still in disbelief to see it dripping down your thighs. To see a droplet form on your clit. I was fully encased in a pool of your arousal. You couldn’t pay to feel this good.

I keep rolling my hips forward with bruising force and sending my cock inside you deep and hard. Your cunt starts gripping me tighter with your moans becoming less restrained, I can tell you’re about to cum around me. The thought almost sends me over the edge as well. “Oh, shit,” I murmur as I squeeze your tits harder. It’s an honor to be the reason you sound like this. Like the pleasure is just too much to handle. The way you reacted to my size and how you cum harder knowing I’m listening, everything is catching up to me now.

“So fucking good.” You grit, “I’m gonna cum please don’t stop.”

It’s gonna be hard but I try my best not to cum yet. I’m just at the edge about to tip over. You’re even better than I expected you to be. My rhythm becomes irregular as I slide forward, my chest flush against your back. Feeling more of your skin on mine was not helping. I grind my hips into you, exhaling tiny puffs against your shoulder. Once you squeeze even tighter it makes it harder to move. I groan before biting into your shoulder. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow.” I moan.

You reach your fingers under your body and start gliding over your slick clit. Your walls start fluttering and the tips of your arousal-coated fingers graze my shaft. I let out a strangled noise as I push my hips forward, moving my hands to press your ass flush against me. I’m fully sheathed inside you, reaching a level of depth I hadn’t before. The rim of your cunt was gaping around me and you take it like a champ, trembling thighs and all.

I pull out to the disappointment of both of us, but the view is worth it. Your hole stays stretched, trained just for my cock. Not anyone else’s. I thrust back in, fucking you at full force, making your hips smack into the bed. “Look at how much I stretched that tight pussy. You were made for big dick.” I rasp, loving the aching moans my words earn me.

Your fingers were a messy blur, fumbling around your nub and brushing against me until your hips snap back with a shriek. You stay there, still as your cunt pumps cum around me. You give a few broken moans as you come undone sheathed on my dick before collapsing onto the bed. I push forward a few more times, watching you cum making electricity shoot through my limbs. Every piece of imagery I’ve used to get off time and time again flashes into my mind. Your tits, your smile, your moans, you get off to the sound of me. With you wrapped firmly around me, it’s too much. I get too worked up.

I fall forward with a languid moan, pushing all the way into you again as I pump cum inside you. Filling you up with even more fluid until it’s flooding out of you.

“A witch confirmed.” Is the first thing Beomgyu says to me the next morning. Walking past and not sparing a glance with his coffee in hand. I shake my head at him and continue away from my room. The same room you’re laying in and that I just got finished cuddling you in. The very same room I planned to bring you breakfast in.

Yeonjun leaves his room with a satisfied exhale, slapping the top of his door frame on the way.

“Good morning Kai.” Yeonjun smirks. I can tell it’s not a genuine greeting but an attempt to tease me. One that rings hollow in the new vastness of my ego.

“Good morning Jun.” I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Thanks for letting her crash in your room last night.” He sighs as he pours himself a cup of coffee. I didn’t let her do anything. I would’ve begged to cuddle her if the circumstances were right.

“Of course, I’m sure she was wiped out anyway.”

“I hope you don’t mind.” I look over at a grinning Yeonjun as he speaks again. “I was planning for a quickie before my busy day today.” He smiles wider, squeezing his eyes into a squint.

Last night was perfect, but there was an element missing that we both knew got us going.

“I’m aware.” I smirk back.

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