Exo Imagines

74. Kris (dirty)

A/N: An imagine for the birthday boy :) I can't remember who requested a dirty Kris imagine, so comment below if it was you and I'll dedicate it to you xD

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Kris had wondered into the kitchen, following the delicious scent of frying bacon and sausage, smirking lustfully when he focused on the back of his girlfriend, you wearing nothing but one of his own tops and knee high black socks, his shirt stopping mid-thigh, giving him a great view when you went down to retrieve a pan from the cupboard.

"Morning," Kris purred and when you jumped from the shock and spun, you found Kris leaning casually against the kitchen door frame. "You're looking rather... Sexy this morning," he teased you and sent you a wink.

"You scared the life out of me," you chuckled and ran your fingers through your hair. You turned back round to continue with your cooking, smiling when you felt Kris' arms wrap round your waist.

"Haven't you forgot something?" He purred in your ear, his tongue flicking out to lick the shell of of your ear.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You played dumb. You knew he was talking about the fact today was his 23rd birthday.

"Oh, come on, ________," he mumbled and buried his nose in the crook of your neck. "You're not that heartless."

You scoffed and threw the spatula down. Spinning round in his arms you stared up into his intense eyes and smirked. "I've forgotten, I'm so sorry Kris," you teased, and let your fingers trail over his bare chest.

Kris' eyes widened ever so slightly at the gentle touch. "Wow," he gushed and grinned. "Did I fuck you that hard last night?"

A deep blush rose on your cheeks when the memory of Kris muttering, "I'm gonna shag you so hard you won't remember your name," flashed back through your head.

"Maybe you did," you continued to toy with him, loving the way his hips grinned against you harder with every second that passed.

Kris' hands roamed downwards to grab at the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up with little to no effort and plopping you down on the counter, his lips attacking your neck and collarbone. "Then maybe," he started, pausing you latch his lips on yours. "I should do it all again now, see if that bring back your memories."

And with that, his lips attacking your forcefully, he lifted you up and forced your legs to wrap round his waist, holding you up with a firm grip on your back side. "Let's take this back to the bedroom," he purred. "Shall we, _________?"