ᴇQᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ

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3rd Person

He bit his bottom lip, his eyes drifting upward as he let out a slow, heavy breath. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, and for a second, he felt the distance between them grow, though they were right there.

"Okay, this is my last night... until I leave for my trip," he murmured, his voice carrying a mix of both resolve and regret as he gently stroked her legs, his touch tender and lingering.

Desiree's gaze dropped, her voice barely a whisper as she curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around her legs. "Do you have to go?"

Kaito's heart ached at the sight of her, the vulnerability in her eyes tugging at him. He exhaled deeply, then reached out to lift her chin, his fingers warm against her skin, urging her to meet his eyes. "Yes, baby. Look, I'll be back before you know it. One month is nothing. It'll pass quickly, you'll see. You won't even notice it."

She gazed up at him, her sadness lingering like a cloud, and he felt his chest tighten. He softened his voice, his lips curling into a small, reassuring smile. "Salanghae," he whispered, his words filled with emotion. "I love you so much." He kissed her lips, slow and tender, grounding them both in the brief moment they still had.

Desiree, her gaze intense but playful, cocked her head slightly. "So... you're not gonna fuck me?" she asked, her voice a soft tease as she bit her lip, trying to mask the vulnerability behind the words.

Kaito's chuckle was quiet but resolute. "Nope," he said, popping the 'P' as if to make his decision final, but there was a warmth in his eyes that belied the firmness of his tone.

"Why not?" She pouted, the innocence in her expression making his heart ache even more.

Kaito didn't respond with words. Instead, he gently pulled her legs toward him, his movements slow, deliberate, as if drawing her into the comfort of his embrace, anchoring her in the moment, even though they both knew the future would pull them apart soon enough.

"When I enter your pussy,I want you to be here,100% I'll fuck you until your pussy starts creaming,mark my words I'll destroy your womb.I'll hit it from every position,every angle,I'll thrust deep inside you,reaching your furthest peak,until your moans get louder,until your moans convert to screams,I promise you. I'll have you moaning my name,I'll fuck your little mouth until you start choking on my dick."He replied,looking intensely in her dark brown eyes.

At this point,his little dirty talk,was making Desiree pussy ache.She could feel her moisture between her legs.

She squeezed her legs tightly together,while smiling at him.She always wanted a guy to fuck her throat.

I can't wait," she responded, her voice soft, but full of anticipation.

He reached for the remote on the coffee table, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface before he clicked it on, opening Netflix. The light from the screen cast shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.

Desiree sat back, her gaze fixed on him, taking in every detail. From his dark, tousled hair, the bangs falling just above his deep, black eyes, to his perfectly sculpted face that could make anyone's heart race. Every line, every curve of his features seemed designed to leave a lasting impression. And then there was his smile. It was effortless, disarming, and when he flashed it her way, her breath caught. She couldn't help but mentally drool. His tattoos, scattered across his skin, were nothing short of intoxicating—each one adding a layer of danger and allure to his already magnetic presence.

"Wanna take a picture?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement as he caught her staring.

Desiree smirked, her confidence unwavering. "I'd rather take a picture of your dick," she teased, her words a playful challenge.