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K.YS - Sweet present🔞

"Morning, love!" the hoarse voice echoes in the kitchen as you scrub the dearth dishes from last night. The soft morning light sneaks in through your window blinds, illuminating the room with a golden glow which shines on your face. The furniture creaks as he moves the chair aside and walks in to stand beside you. Your neck flushes with air warmer than the water running in the sink, as your own breath hitches at the closeness. His figure towers above yours as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Pretty as well." he kisses onto your cheek as his fingers trail across your torso.

His arms wrap your waist and your lips slip a moan when he presses wet kisses down your neck. "Sangie~" his pale hands contrast against your skin tone as they hold your body up despite your weak legs. If someone theorised about your husband being a vampire, you would definitely agree with them.

"Did you just work out?" he whispers, as the soft seam of his soft lips press against your ear as his warm breath hitches against your skin, sparkling heat in the pit of your stomach. "Mmhm" you hum, as your mind struggles to focus on the task at hand. "I need an answer, darling. I asked you something."

"Yes." you hum slowly, as your legs and lungs lose their cooperation with your mind. Stupid reptilian brain.

"Who are you making breakfast for?" he's voice is the only thing you hear as the background noise fades away in space, then you remember. Tofu. Stove. Tofu stew. Tofu stew on the fucking stove. You bend over in panic to turn off the stove and save the stew from burning. Phew. No arson cases in the newspaper tomorrow. You saved the city.

"For the birthday boy, of course" you reply once your mind is out of panic and notice Yeosang's presence. His looming figure is not too easy to ignore, and his tight grip on your body makes it harder.

"But the birthday boy wants to eat you" he says, his arms curled around your waist getting tighter. You've never heard being so vocal about his desires, but here he is, saying he wants to devour you raw for breakfast. His morning hard presses against the curve of your hips, but your movements are restricted.

"If he likes, then he can." The smack on your ass makes you bend over the sink as his hand slides down your yoga pants and his fingers graze over your wet core.

"God-look at you, such a pretty slut for me. All mine." he says as his fingers run along the seam of your pussy, while they slide in ease due to your wetness. His hard cock entering your warmth isn't a surprise as you engulf him in his heat. The stretch burns as you hiss at the pain. He spreads your legs apart, making spacing for his legs between yours, as empties out in you. His thrusts are shallow and slow at first but they get quicker and deeper as seconds tick by in the heat of the moment. "Don't you have dishes to wash?"