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gingerteafairy · 21 days ago

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milk me. (kai anderson x f!reader)

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

tags: DUB-CON, angst, musician!reader, drummer!kai, anxiety, cursing, oral (m!receiving), slut shaming, health problems, diet restrictions, cum eating, dom!Kai, sub!reader, obsession, dark themes, porn w waaay too much plot.

disclaimer: the coven girls are your band mates, so it's kinda crossover.

Words: 5.7k

The band had become famous, and you still followed them on Instagram, secretly feeling jealous of how successful they had been without you over the past three years. You swore you’d never come back again—not even to see a concert. But one night, your friend told you they were doing a free live show in your city, and you should go see your old mates. You still kept in touch with the bassist—he was one of your best friends. You missed her, and that was enough to get you out of bed and head to the venue. It was a cozy café, one where you and the band used to grab drinks after rehearsals. You arrived way too early. Great.

"Hey, I didn’t expect you to be here!" A familiar voice interrupted your melancholic thoughts. Your friend Zoe, the bassist, exclaimed happily. She stepped back from the keyboard and walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I missed you."

"Yeah, it's been a while," you replied, hugging her back. "You’re still here?" You knew the answer. She never left. In fact, she became a professional and was recognized for her talent. The posts you scrolled through for hours on Instagram confirmed it.

"Of course. We got new members, new staff. It’s nothing like the mess we had in school. Madison still sings like her life depends on it," she laughed, pulling back from the embrace.

You looked around. Things had really changed. It was better, cleaner, and more organized. For a moment, you wondered if the problem was you.

A blue-haired guy passed by, and Zoe waved at him. He nodded and went to the drums. You hadn’t noticed him before when you were stalking the band’s Instagram, but now… he was impossible to ignore. There was something dark, mysterious, and almost dangerous about him that drew you in. Something carnal. He met your gaze, and you swallowed hard, feeling your heart skip a beat. You weren’t even paying attention to what Zoe was saying anymore. The eye contact felt like a curse, his stare taking over your mind. A quiet "fuck" slipped from your lips. Thankfully, Zoe thought you were responding to her compliment about how hard one of their songs was. You knew he was trouble. A delicious kind of haunted trouble.

"Hey, you should take a better seat. Let me show you," Zoe’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, breaking the intense eye contact between you and the blue-haired guy.

"No, I’ve already—"

"Oh, shut up. Let’s go," she interrupted, pulling you by the hand.

Zoe spoke to a security guard, who then escorted you to seats right in front of the stage. It wasn’t your favorite spot, but you gave in. Zoe wanted to be kind, and this was her way of showing affection. You sat down, irritated by the excited chatter around you as people discussed the band. That guy was still on your mind, and you caught yourself glancing at him while he spoke to the other members and staff.

A few minutes later, the concert began. You could tell they were so much better than before. The sound sent chills down your spine. You smiled throughout the entire concert, enjoying the music and every detail of it. Madison saw you in the crowd and made the band cheer for you, explaining how you were the amazing guitar player who had found the band. It was so embarrassing, yet so beautiful. You missed it. And that was it—you decided you were coming back to the band, even if you had to fight the new guitarist for your spot.

"Hey!" You greeted shyly, your steps unsure as you walked toward the backstage area.

“You fucking little bitch” Madison ran to you with her finger pointed. You step back in fear, she's terrifying when she’s mad. She stops in front of you and her lips form a bright smile, surprising you with a big bear hug “I missed you so fucking much, you cunt”

“Me too, Maddie” you replied, feeling your shirt wet by her tears She stepped back to look at your face, her pretty heavy makeup was all ruined. Even crying she was perfect.

“You're going back to this band or I'll murder you, okay?” she barked, wiping her tears.

“Okay” you smiled, feeling all band hug you. Except for the blue hair guy standing far away from the collective hug with his arms crossed, smirking when you looked at him.

“By the way, I have to introduce you to Kai.” Madison made everyone separate from you, pulling you by the hand to face Kai. “So… this is the new guy, Kai. He's replacing that stupid Kim, you remember that dumb bitch?” She sticks her tongue in a disgusted look. “Anyway, he's weird as hell, but he's the best drummer I know”

You smiled at Madison, but the moment your eyes met his, the smile faltered. Kai was taller than you wondered, and there was something about the way he stood there, his presence commanding and unreadable. Before you could find the words to speak, Madison tugged you along again, excitedly showing you all the changes the band had gone through since you left.

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

Nights of preparation and grueling rehearsals passed, but Kai didn't utter a single word to you. It was driving you crazy. He stood there, silent, watching you like you were a specimen under a microscope, observing every move you made as if you were an exotic animal on display. The air between you thickened with tension every time he looked at you. One week till you join the band in a tour and you were thinking about all of the excuses you could use to talk to him.

“Do you think Kai hates me?” you whispered to Zoe, feeling the weight of his gaze from across the room. She raised an eyebrow, eyes trained on Kai as he stretched his back, preparing for another round of practice.

“Why would you think that?” she whispered back, not taking her eyes off him.

Kai’s gaze flicked toward you, and you and Zoe instinctively turned your attention to the wall, pretending to be lost in thought. When his focus shifted, you both dared to look back. His eyes were locked on you again. It was unnerving.

“He just stares at me every time I come here,” you muttered, watching as he casually grabbed his drumsticks. “It’s... kind of scary.”

“I heard he's been in prison.” Madison stepped by your side, smoking her cigarette with her signature bored look. “You think he has tattoos or piercings?”

“I don't know. We shouldn't guess what people did in their pasts. You don't even know that's true.” Zoe argued, slapping Madison's shoulder when she threw smoke in her face. “What the hell?”

“Don't tell me what to do.” She warned, rolling her eyes. “And.” She paused, smirking at Kai flexing his biceps to warm up. “He has this… serial killer look in his eyes, I don't know. It 's hot.”

You innerly agree, he was hot as hell. Prisoner or not, his eyes told he could commit a crime anytime he felt a little unease with something.

Zoe shrugged “I don’t know. He’s actually a pretty funny guy with me. He talks about anime with me all the time.”

“Boys don't talk about anime with girls they wanna hook up with. They keep this conversation for the basics.” Madison mocked, looking down at her, receiving a silent treatment.

“Maybe he’s just not sure how to approach you” Zoe said again, rubbing your shoulders.

Her words didn’t help. In fact, they only made it worse. You weren’t fooling anyone—especially not yourself. You weren’t just waiting for his approach. You were craving his attention, hanging on to every flicker of his gaze. His silence was torturing you. It wasn’t a crush anymore; it was a desperate ache. You felt like you were being pulled into a vortex, and all you could do was hold on, desperate for him to finally say something. Anything.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The game had gone on long enough. You had to do something. No more waiting.

“Hi,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Kai didn't respond immediately. For a long moment, he simply studied you, his gaze shifting from your eyes to the ground, then back up again. His silence was thick, almost suffocating, as if he was trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface.

You stood there, a little awkwardly, waiting for him to say something. His lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, his eyes softened for a brief moment before he spoke, his voice low and measured.

“Hi,” he finally replied, his tone guarded, as if every word he spoke was carefully considered.

You fought the urge to smile, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. There was something magnetic about him, something about the way he kept his distance, but still seemed to be watching, waiting for the right moment to engage. It made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“So, uh… you like the band?” You blurted out, the question coming out much too fast. You cringed at yourself for how it sounded, as if you were grasping for something to keep the conversation going.

Kai gave you a brief look, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles before he shrugged. “I guess. I didn’t really know them before… but the music’s good.”

You chuckled nervously, feeling a little relieved that at least you were on the same page about that. "Yeah. It’s definitely... intense." You paused, then added awkwardly, “I used to be in the band, you know? Back in high school.”

Kai’s expression remained neutral, but he nodded slowly, like he was processing the information. “I figured,” he muttered, his voice quiet. “You got that vibe.”

And then, just like that, the conversation seemed to go quiet again. There was something in the air, a kind of mutual recognition. You didn’t know exactly what Kai was thinking, but for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as invisible to him as you had feared.

You cleared your throat again, trying to shake off the unease. “Well, I should probably get back to the others,” you said, suddenly feeling awkward about standing there in silence.

“Yeah. See you around.” He replied, wrapping his hair in a low bun, his cheekbones and eyebags adding a charming look on his attractive face.

“See? I told you he wasn’t scary.” Zoe whispered, waving him goodbye.

You looked back at him, wanting for his attention, but he already packed up his things to leave. “Yeah. He isn't.”

The day had finally come. Your outfit felt suffocatingly tight as the bus rattled along the uneven road. The fabric clung uncomfortably, amplifying your self-consciousness. You caught Kai glancing at you a few times as you maneuvered through the narrow corridor—retrieving your forgotten phone, heading to the tiny bathroom, or just passing by. His eyes lingered for a fraction longer than polite, yet no words escaped his lips. Not that they ever did.

When the bus rolled to a stop in front of the hotel, relief swept over you. That evening, the band gathered for a complimentary dinner in a cozy dining room where the centerpiece was an elaborate spread of cheese dishes: creamy fondue, rich cheesecakes, and buttery breadsticks. The air smelled decadent, indulgent—and utterly unkind to you.

Plot twist: you were lactose intolerant.

While the others dug in, you sat at the edge of the room, nibbling on a cereal bar and sipping lukewarm Coke from a can. Across the table, Zoe savored every bite of her cheese fondue, moaning softly at the rich flavor. Kai, seated a few chairs away, devoured everything in sight—bread, cakes, dipping sauces. You couldn’t help but watch as he licked the remnants of melted cheese from his fingers, oblivious to the effect his unfiltered satisfaction had on you.

“Hey, who didn’t get any cheese?” Kai’s voice cut through the chatter, his hand lazily wiping his fingers on his jeans.

Your stomach twisted. “Uh… I didn’t,” you said softly, shrugging as if it didn’t matter.

His eyebrows shot up. “Can I have yours?” His tone was casual, almost apologetic, as if he hated himself for asking.

You hesitated. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, why you weren’t eating. “Sure,” you said, sliding the untouched plate toward him. You watched as he demolished it, the meal vanishing with startling speed.

After dinner, Kai strolled to the hotel lobby, sprawling on one of the couches with a satisfied groan. Zoe joined him, her laughter ringing out as they talked. Something about the ease between them—the way her hand brushed his knee when she leaned in—made your chest ache.

You wanted to be her. Just for a moment.

The invisible weight on your shoulders grew heavier as you retreated to the shared room upstairs. Zoe’s cheerful voice still floated faintly from the lobby. Inside, Madison lay sprawled on her bed, dead to the world, her hair fanned across the pillow in a mess of gold.

You stood by the window, looking out at the quiet street below, and let the longing sink in. Kai was close—just a floor below you—but he might as well have been on another planet.

You leaned against the window, letting the cool glass soothe your heated forehead. The streetlights painted golden streaks across the pavement below, cars occasionally passing in a hush. The stillness of the night outside clashed with the chaotic yearning in your chest.

Kai fucking Anderson.

The way he laughed with Zoe downstairs replayed in your mind like a taunting echo. How did she always manage to be so effortless? So seen? You pulled yourself away from the window and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection in the small mirror across the room. Your thoughts twisted, irrational and loud.

You couldn’t sit still. You grabbed your jacket, slipped on your shoes, and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Maybe some air would help.

Downstairs, the hotel lobby was nearly empty. The receptionist tapped away at a computer, oblivious to your presence as you hesitated at the base of the stairs.

And there he was.

Kai sat on the same couch, leaning back with one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His other hand held a Monster can, the condensation pooling in droplets on the table beside him. Zoe was gone, leaving him alone in the quiet, his gaze fixed on something unseen.

Your pulse quickened. Turn back. Go back to the room, your mind whispered. But your feet moved forward, slow and uncertain, until you stood a few feet away.

“Thanks for the cheese” His voice broke the silence, catching you off guard. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the faintest trace of a smirk playing on his lips when he glanced at your bare legs. “You’re still awake.”

“I—uh, couldn’t sleep.” You shifted your weight, hugging your jacket around yourself.

He gestured to the space next to him. “Same here. Want to sit?”

You hesitated. Then nodded.

The couch sank slightly under your weight as you sat, careful to leave a respectable gap between you. The air between you felt charged, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable.

“Not a fan of cheese, huh?” he asked, breaking the quiet.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Not exactly. I’m lactose intolerant, allergic to be more specific. I can't even eat a spoon of ice cream without a collapse. The whole dinner was a bit of a nightmare for me. My mind was already at the hospital.”

His brow furrowed, his smirk fading into something closer to guilt. “And I stole your plate. Damn. Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly, waving it off. “At least it didn’t go to waste.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still, I feel kind of bad. I owe you one, you must be hungry.”

The words hung in the air, laced with a weight you couldn’t quite place.

You looked at him, really looked at him, for what felt like the first time. His features were softer in the dim light—his usually sharp jawline slightly relaxed, his dark hair messy and unkempt. There was something vulnerable in the way he avoided your gaze for a moment, almost as if he was afraid of what he’d find if he looked too long.

“You don’t owe me anything,” you said quietly, surprising even yourself with the sincerity in your voice.

He met your eyes then, and for a second, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“You’re attractive,” he said, his voice low and laced with something unrecognizable. “Beautiful.”

“What?” you gasped, your heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. Panic bubbled to the surface as he leaned in, his gaze roaming your face with unsettling focus, like he was memorizing every detail.

“I want to try something,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, softer, pulling you into a dangerous undertow. “Would you mind?”

Your breath hitched, and all you could manage was a shaky, “Uhm…” You nodded slowly, your head moving almost against your will.

You tried to steady yourself, adjusting your posture in a weak attempt to appear calm. But it was futile. He was too close now, his face mere inches from yours. The scent of him—clean with a hint of something musky—wrapped around you, clouding your thoughts.

His lips curved into the faintest smile, like he was savoring your nervousness. “Relax,” he whispered, the word barely audible, more felt than heard. “I'm just checking something.”

And then he leaned in closer, the gap between you disappearing with agonizing slowness. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat like a thunderclap in the silence. His lips hovered just over yours, the ghost of a touch sending shivers down your spine.

Your mind screamed a hundred questions, but none of them mattered. Not when the moment stretched on, and the tension between you snapped taut, pulling you closer, locking you in place.

His lips brushed against yours—not tentative, not hesitant, but deliberate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that stole your breath; it was controlled, calculated. Kai moved with precision, his lips firm and purposeful, as if he were testing a theory, searching for an answer that only you could give him.

You didn’t move, didn’t resist. You simply let him lead, your body still and pliant under his touch. Your hands rested in your lap, fingers curling slightly as you fought the urge to do anything that might break the spell.

His hand rose slowly, his fingertips grazing the line of your jaw before settling just beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. His touch was light but commanding, and you followed the motion instinctively, your breath steady despite the racing of your heart. There was no resistance, no hesitation—just silent obedience, as though this moment belongs entirely to him.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze lingered on your face, studying you like a scientist examining the results of an experiment. His thumb brushed against your cheek, a fleeting touch that felt more curious than tender.

“Well?” His voice was low, quiet, almost clinical. “How did that feel?” It felt less like a romantic moment and more like you were under a microscope—but for some reason, you didn’t mind

You blinked, your thoughts muddled, your voice soft when you finally answered. “I… don’t know.”

Kai’s eyes stayed locked on yours, searching, analyzing, as if your silence spoke volumes. His thumb lingered against your bottom lip for a moment longer before he finally drew back, putting just enough space between you to make the air feel colder.

“You’re exactly what I’ve been searching for,” he said, his voice steady and deliberate, like a revelation he’d just confirmed.

The weight of his words pressed against you, heavy and incomprehensible. Your lips parted to speak, but no sound came out.

Before you could piece your thoughts together, Kai leaned back, his usual calm composure slipping effortlessly into place. He stood, adjusting his jacket as though nothing monumental had just occurred.

“I’ll see you later,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost casual, as though the last few moments hadn’t left you completely unmoored. Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode toward the elevator, his steps unhurried, confident.

You watched him disappear, the soft chime of the elevator doors echoing faintly in the quiet lobby. And then, you were alone.

The stillness of the lobby suddenly felt oppressive, and you found yourself retreating back to your room in a daze. You lay down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts tangled and restless. His kiss, his words, the way he’d studied you so intently—it all , refusing to be ignored.

And the questions kept you awake until 3 AM.

You scrambled out of bed, grabbing the first clothes you could find in your suitcase and pulling them on haphazardly. Your reflection in the mirror was far from polished, but you didn’t have time to care, not even to your microskirt you forgot you had. You knew his room, a single one, he was firm in his decision to not share it.

You hurried downstairs, the laces of your shoes haphazardly knotted, and paused at his door. A strange noise reached your ears—soft, unsettling. Run. Danger. Get the fuck out of here. Your instincts screamed, but something stronger compelled you to stay. Taking a shaky breath, you twisted the handle and stepped inside.

Kai sat cross-legged on the bed, the flickering glow of candles casting shadows across his face. The red carpet beneath them bore darkened spots where wax had dripped and hardened. On a small desk nearby rested a music box, its haunting melody weaving through the still air. His expression was unreadable, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You’re late. Close the door and sit,” he commanded, his tone firm yet laced with an edge that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Take your jacket off.”

Your hesitation lasted only a moment before you obeyed, leaving the piece on the chair and perching awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Your gaze flicked between him and the music box, its tune oddly hypnotic.

“Come closer. Legs crossed,” Kai instructed, his words slicing through the quiet like a blade. Without thinking, your body complied, moving as though pulled by invisible strings, revealing your underwear shy beyond your legs when the skirt rolled up.

Kai reached for a small piece of a fruit, Pineapple by the scent, his hand poised mid-air, his dark eyes boring into you with an intensity that made your breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, he brought the fruit to your lips. “Eat.”

Every rational thought screamed for you to run far away from that place, yet you parted your lips. The fruit brushed your tongue, its sweetness spreading as his fingers lingered longer than necessary before withdrawing. You chewed slowly, conscious of his hand now resting lightly on your jaw, umid fingers from your saliva trailing down to your throat as you swallowed.

“Do you know what you just ate?” he murmured, his voice low, almost casual, yet carrying an undercurrent of something sharper.

“Pineapple,” you replied, your voice small. His gaze bore down on you, unrelenting.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Bromelain.”

The word sent a ripple of unease through you. You knew what it was—an enzyme found in pineapple. But the way he said it, the deliberate weight he gave to the word, made it feel far removed from any simple scientific fact.

“You know what bromelain does to the body?” he asked, picking up another piece of pineapple and guiding it to your lips. His smirk deepened as you obediently opened your mouth again, chewing under his watchful eyes. “Good girl.”

“It aids digestion,” you said quietly, your cheeks flushing under the heat of his praise. But alarm bells rang in your mind, his words unsettling despite their surface simplicity.

“Correct,” he said, his smile widening, another piece of pineapple. He leaned closer, tilting your chin upward with his fingers, his touch impossibly gentle yet commanding. “And do you know why I’m giving it to you?”

“No…” The word barely escaped your lips, shame curling in your stomach at how readily you’d accepted his offering, swallowing another piece.

His chuckle was soft, dark, and it sent a tremor down your spine. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, coaxing it open just enough for a strand of saliva to glisten before it fell. “Because you need to be ready for what I'll give to you.”

“W-What are you giving me?” you stammered, swallowing hard. The sweetness of the fruit lingered on your tongue, but his nearness overwhelmed every sense.

His smile never faltered as he leaned even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Milk.”

Your stomach churned as the realization hit. “Milk?” you whispered, the word barely audible over the faint hum of the music box.

His smirk widened, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker. “That’s right. Milk.”

A cold sweat broke across your skin. Your voice trembled as you spoke, barely above a whisper. “Kai, you know I’m allergic—”

“I know.” He cut you off, the sharpness of his tone making your heart lurch. He chuckled softly, the sound low and almost playful, as though your fear were nothing more than a delightful twist in his game. “Relax,” he said, tilting his head, the smile on his lips at odds with the weight of his words. “This isn’t about harming you. It’s… an experiment.”

“Experiment?” you repeated, your voice strained

He nodded slowly. “You trust me, don’t you?” His tone was light, teasing, but the question hit you like a challenge.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. The truth was tangled in your throat—Do I have a choice?

“What if I—”

He silenced you with a finger pressed lightly to your lips, his touch gentle but firm. “Shh,” he said, his smirk deepening. “Trust me.”

Before you could respond, his hand moved to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek. His gaze lingered on you, a mix of admiration and something darker simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re incredible,” he said softly, his words sinking into you like a hook. “So obedient, so easy… So fucking perfect for me.” His thumb traced the curve of your lip, and his voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper, his curse echoing in your mind. “Do you know how much I’ve been searching for someone like you?”

Your breath hitched as his face inched closer, the world narrowing until it was only him—the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze. When his lips finally met yours, it was as though the tension snapped, replaced by something intense and consuming.

The kiss was urgent, his control evident in every movement. His hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your whole body shivers when he tuck his hands inside your shirt, squeezing firmly your bare boobs, his smirk is instantaneous. “No bra? You're such a little slut, aren’t you? You were ready for this.”

He twists your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, smiling when you cry out on his touch. “Kai… I don't think—”

“Quiet.” His tone is harsh, pinching your nipples harder, shutting you in a whimp. “Don't you think I wouldn't notice you looking at me so fucking needy? Begging me to fuck you till you brainrot? Desperate for my attention?”

You couldn't say nothing, moaning ashamed by the darker patch in your underwear growing like a river. He chuckles deviously again before ripping your shirt easily like paper, shivering by the cold air in your warm soft skin. He leans his head down to nip your left nipple before standing up, sighing as he runs his hands through his blue locks.

“On your knees.” He commanded in a hoarse, undoing his belt on his dark jeans.”Now.”

Your body responded before your mind could catch up, your legs moving to your knees on the bed. His hands down his pants to his knees, getting you a sight of his rock hard cock inside his black boxers, that follow the same path of his pants.

“God.” You breathe, biting your cheek innerly, breathing turns into a difficult task with his large cock standing tall next to your face.

“Tell me how much you want it.” His voice came out as a growl, as he held your throat softly.

“Please…Kai, don't make me-” Your voice is merely a whisper with the lack of air, interrupted by the tightened grip, releasing in a second so you could talk more easily.

“Tell me how desperate you are for this. I know when you lie. I know when everyone fucking lies. So use your words, cunt.”

“Please. I want you so bad, Kai. Please. I'm desperate.” You exploded, cooed between coughs and sniffs.

Kai chuckled at your poor reaction, giving space for you to breathe as he ruffled your hair in an affectionate way, rubbing his length against your cheek. “You're scared?”

Your orbs catch his unreadable eyes, blinking nervously, his thumb brushing over your nipple while he wrapped his hand around his pulsating cock, softly groaning at the feeling. You pant, replying in a pity voice, “No.”

“Good.” He pouted, brushing a strand of hair from your face, before speaking in a low, dominant whisper “Suck.”

Your heart raced, your stomach twisting in awe and unease. Then, you part your lips, your flat tongue takes a long lick from his base to the tip, nerves sensing his taste while your hands grab his length on the base as your mouth accommodates his size.

“Fuck.” He breaths, moving his hands to the back of your neck to command a slow rhythm, decorating every spot of your mouth. “Touch yourself, I wanna watch you cum while you suck me like a whore.”

You felt ashamed for liking his harsh talk so much, opening wider your mouth, sobbing when his tip reached your throat as his thrusts became desperate. Your fingers tucked desperately inside your panties, stroking your clit just to slide one finger inside you, purring in his cock, til he slaps your hand.

“Keep your pussy for me, rub your clit.” He hoarses, smirking when you take it out to stroke your spot while you suck his tip.

His hand linger on your hair, pulling it to put you in place as he fucks himself in your mouth, smirking at your crying face, sobbs and drool flowing on your face, which he squeezes after a slap. “Take your punishment for wearing those slut skirts in front of me. You like it, don't you? You like fuck fuck, keep going, babe.”

The vibration of your moans gets him high, rolling his eyes on the back of his head while he concentrates on your fast fingers, twisting. “You gonna cum sucking my cock? Gonna milk my bed?”

You murmur a muffled yes, closing your eyes by feeling your exploding orgasm closer, clenching on the bed. “No, no, no, no. Look at me” He growls, taking your aching jaw in his hand, another whimper escaping from your lips when you face him again with swollen eyes. “Yeah, just like this. Good girl.”

He chuckles, hardening the grip in your hair as he gets down on your throat, laughing at your gag reflex. “God, you’re so pathetic. Can't live without a cock fucking your throat. So perfect, crying on my cock. So fucking obedient. Ooooh I'm gonna cum inside your mouth and give you the fucking milk you crave. You say that you could collapse by drinking it, but you want so badly, don't you? You want to take my fucking cum to feed yourself. You didn't have dinner, huh? My princess is starving. Take everything, babe. Come on, take it. Take it fuck” he babbles, moaning shamelessly with his cocking pulsating.

Kai rocks his hips deeper till you feel warm thick wires in your throat with a breathed moan as he reaches his climax, pumping his seed deep and roughly, looking down to your suffering face taking all his spilling cum. “Drink.”

Your eyes close firmly as you swallow his thick cum, gagging and coughing at the process, the liquid smooth and faintly salty against your laringe. Kai’s smile grew, his dark eyes softening as he leaned closer to kiss the top of your head, his voice low and warm. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with approval when he popped out his softened cock. “See? You did it. I'm so proud of you.”

His words sent a strange warmth through you, cutting through the fear and arousal, leaving something else in its wake—a flicker of pride enough to rip your lips in a grin.

Before you could even move, he lay you down on the bed, placing himself between your legs to spread them, catching both your wrists to pin them over your head with one hand, while the other hooked up your legs over his shoulders. “Kai what are you doing—” you try to protest being shut by a rough kiss.

“My girl deserves a reward for being so brave.” He began, leaning down to peck your lips, lifting to nip the thigh placed comfortably in his shoulders. “I'm gonna milk you everyday till you forget about any fucking meal you wanted to taste and couldn't have. You’re mine now, no more starving. Milk me.”

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