MK is monkey: CONFIRMED (MK/Qi Xiaotian x reader)

mmmm monke part 2

Hey a lil' tw; Somnophilla! So if that makes you uncomfy plz don't read! Also just a heads up, reader is AFAB in this! Still no use of y/n or pronouns rly (also u can thank SaraCorgo for this chapter lmao)
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MK couldn't stay still for the life of him. All he wants is to lie with you and ignore the tightness of his pajama pants. He just wanted to be with you, near you. 

But since the moment you walked through the shop's door, MK has been nothing but overwhelmed with a need to be inside you. Not to mention your accidental tug on his hair from earlier made the need so much worse. 

MK clenches your shirt with a grip that could bruise, trying so hard to be good for you and lets you rest. He knows you must be exhausted. The drop from your worry-driven adrenaline high made you fall asleep almost immediately. 

He feels guilt claw at his chest for all the stress he caused you. He couldn't possibly wake you up just so you could relieve him, not after that. 

You shift from your side to your back, coincidentally moving your thigh to be directly on his crotch. MK whimpers, slamming his face into the pillows, groaning as you subconsciously move to be closer to him, rubbing his clothed cock with your thigh. 

MK shakily exhales. "Please, please. Baby, please." He whispers into his now drool-soaked pillow, head fuzzy with pleasure. 

He couldn't force himself to wake you up, even if he wanted to. 

But he knows better than anyone that he'll just be furiously tugging on his dick for hours in the bathroom, biting down on his wash rag, mind filled with erotic images of you. 

But what if... what if he didn't wake you?

MK suddenly sits up, looking down at your peaceful face. Your eyes shut, your mouth slightly ajar, your hair gently framing your face. 

He was hesitant. He knows you've told him that if he needed you while you sleep; it was fine, but he's always been uneasy about it. 

MK gets distracted by a thumping sound and looks back at his tail, violently swatting against his mattress. 

What if his newfound features repulsed you? What if you think he'd hurt you?...

What are you thinking, dumbass?! You love him, you've always loved him. Through the easy and the hard, you were there. Just cause he looks a little different now doesn't mean your love for him is down the drain. 

MK looks back to you. His eyes can hardly focus. He clenches his sheets, panting at the mere thought of being in you, how you taste, how you smell. He feels his PJs get impossibly tighter, groaning as he palms himself, relieving the ache even if it's just a bit. 

MK moves off the bed and gently pulls you so your legs lay over the side. MK gets down on his knees and rests your legs on his shoulders. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as he presses his nose against your clothed sex, groaning at the scent. 

MK quickly stands back up and slowly pulls your shorts down, leaving your boxers on. He moves up to the hem of your shirt and pulls it up just above your collar bones, revealing your hardening nipples. 

MK looks up to your face, paying attention to any sign of discomfort or you waking. MK sighs, smiling at your peaceful state. 

He looks down at your chest, smile turning into a smirk. He leans down, wrapping one arm under your waist. The arch helping him reach your chest. 

He leaves a trail of kisses across your skin as he scrunched up shirt above your chest before heading back down to your now fully harden nipples. He groans around the nipple in his mouth, his hips stuttering in the air. He leans back up, a sloppy popping sound of his lips leaving your perks breaks the silence of the moonlit room.

His breath hitches when he hears the faint whines you give out. MK looks up to your face, afraid of how you may look at him if you caught him in such a shameful act. Yet, there you lay, brows furrowed in pleasure, panting out whines of the cold air against your wet skin. 

MK whimpers, falling to his knees and quickly pulling off your wet boxers. His eyes could hardly focus at the sight of your wet hole, dripping in arousal he caused. 

MK turns his head, kissing down your thigh. He faces your hole, using his thumbs to reveal more of the slicked cunt. He leans closer and blows on your clit, grinning when your hips lift off the mattress. MK moves down to tongue at your hole. His groans are proof of his love for your grinds against his mouth.

He can't help but moan. Even while you're asleep, you still seem to find a way to stay in charge. If it weren't for the fact you're not pulling at his hair and spewing filthy praise to him, he would've thought you woken up. 

MK buries his tongue impossibly deeper in you, his hands holding your thighs in a grip that'll definitely leave hand-shaped reminders of what happened. 

But MK could not care less when all he can focus on is you. Your taste, your smell, the way you grind on his face, the shameless noises you whine into the air. MK whimpers, moving his hand down to his wet boxers, pulling them down mid thigh. 

He moans at the overwhelming feeling of you and his hand tugging aggressively at his leaking cock, rubbing at an impossible speed. MK can feel his tail smack against his floor, his ears ringing at the louder than usual sounds. 

His vision whitens as he moans against your cunt, his hands stuttering on his angry red tip. 

All he can hear now is your desperate moans. MK couldn't possibly leave you all bothered, whether or not you're asleep. 

He uses his hands to open you up further, his mouth going back and forth between your swollen clit and spasming hole. 

Your eyes shoot open, hands flying to MK's roots, pulling hard enough to redden his scalp. MK loudly gasps and moans at the feeling of your harsh tugs and thighs tightly wrapped around his head. 

You groan, eyes closing, seeing nothing but blinding stars. MK cums a second time, untouched when you whisper filthy names at him. You finally reaching your first orgasm of the night. 

You pant as you pull the brunette up by his hair, forcing him to look into your eyes. MK gasps for air, mesmerized at your blissed state, completely ignoring your hard glare. 

You slowly pull him down to your level and whisper into his ear, 

"Your turn~"