I'm a part of lot of different tv show and movie fandoms. A little bit of everything put into one big thing. This is a collection of imagines and preferences.
#69 walkingdead
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“Kai..” you moan, hands planted on his chest. He merely hums as he continues to nip and suck on your neck and ears, the vibrations making you shiver against him.
It was a mistake admitting that you liked this so much. But it was Kai Anderson, he seemingly had an answer for everything, a third eye to read your mind. You weren’t sure what it was about Kai that made you into absolute putty. Maybe it was because he just knew you, better than you knew yourself sometimes, and you couldn’t resist him.
Kai’s lips trail back up to yours, and his rich brown eyes capture your attention fully, and you don’t dare look away.
“You don’t know how much I need you right now,” he pants before stealing your voice with a solid, grounding kiss to your lips. You don’t even fight for dominance against Kai, you know it’s futile. You simply accept your fate as a whimpering mess while he explorers your mouth with his tongue. It’s sloppy, teeth clanging together and lips getting tangled, but it’s Kai, and it’s just the way he is. It makes you feel woozy and corrupts your thoughts with what else that tongue can do, and you feel like you’re dancing with the devil with the face of an angel.
Kai slowly pulls away, and you can’t help but chase his kiss. He reaches up to cup your face, and you get goosebumps at his gentle touch. He smirks, “God, youre bad for my health.”
You chuckle, “how so?”
“You make me forget how to breathe.” Before you can critique his line, his lips dive back to your chest and neck, alternating between nips to your collarbone and suckles to that sensitive spot under your ear. You fist his shirt as you whine out, and you mentally kick yourself for giving in to the madness that is Kai Anderson.
