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the house is quiet again.

it was always quiet once mommy gets home.

her voice isn't loud — she doesn't raise it, doesn't stomp or scold. she just... moves through the house like something meant to be looked at. her soft slippers drag a little against the floor, her hair is always half-up like she got too distracted to finish styling it. the neckline of her top dips low whenever she bends to take off her shoes.

beomgyu watches her from the stairs like he always does — pretending to scroll his phone while his eyes drink her in.

"hi, baby," kai calls softly, smiling as she notices him. she always calls him that. always with that little sleepy look in her eyes, like she's too tired to realize how those words tangle around his throat and squeeze.

beomgyu tries not to look too hard at her chest as she shrugs off her cardigan. "hi, mom."

god, she's beautiful.

beomgyu hates himself for it. but he wants her. in a way no one should want their mother.

in a way that keeps him awake at night, palms sweaty under the covers as he jerks himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around his head.

it's disgusting. shameful. but he can't stop. he's never been able to.

he swears she doesn't notice.

kai moves around the house like she's made of velvet. beomgyu follows her with his gaze, heart aching.

she's wearing a tank top and her old sleep shorts — the waistband soft and low, riding up at the back. her bra straps peek out when she lifts her arms to stretch, and beomgyu feels dizzy.

he swallows and retreats to his room.

the door clicks shut, and his pants are around his thighs before he even gets to the bed.

it wasn't always this bad.

beomgyu used to think it was a phase.

something about how she always let him sleep beside her when he had nightmares. how she'd let him curl up with her on the couch, bury his face in her lap, cry if he needed to. she was so warm. so soft. she always smelled sweet — like baby powder and something warm, floral, safe.

it didn't start sexual.

not until the first time he woke up from a dream about her and realized he'd cum in his sleep.

beomgyu didn't know what to do. he'd scrubbed his sheets until his fingers were raw and cried in the bathroom after. he didn't even understand what the dream had been — just her voice, saying good boy, her fingers stroking his cheek.

he came just from that.

he's never told anyone.

lately it's gotten worse. kai has been home more. she works less now, and when she's here, she's everywhere. humming while she cooks, walking around barefoot, leaning over him to grab things off the top shelf.

and beomgyu can't take it.

he's started sniffing her bras when she leaves them in the laundry. he cums in his hand thinking about her breasts pressed against his chest while she hugs him goodnight. once, when she came into his room in a towel, he almost moaned out loud.

he hates himself.

but every time he promises to stop, kai does something worse.

like yesterday — catching him looking at her chest. she didn't cover up. didn't flinch. just smiled and tilted her head. "boys are curious," she said softly, voice laced with something unreadable.

what did she mean by that?

tonight, kai knocks on his door.

he panics. "y–yeah?"

kai opens it gently and peeks in. her robe is barely tied, chest slightly parted. her thigh is bare where the fabric splits. "you doing okay, baby?"

baby.

his cock twitches.

"uh — yeah. i'm good. just, um, just reading."

she steps inside. her perfume follows her.

"can mommy sit with you a while? it's cold in my room."

beomgyu's throat dries up. she's done this before — curled into his bed, tucked herself into his side like it's nothing. sometimes he wakes up with her pressed against him, her breasts squished to his arm, her breath against his neck.

he always wakes up aching.

"…okay," he says, barely audible.

she slips into his bed, and beomgyu swears he feels her bare thigh brush his. "mmm," she hums, resting her head on his shoulder. "so warm."

he's stiff — everywhere. cock throbbing under the sheets, hands fisted at his sides.

kai doesn't seem to notice.

"you're such a good boy," she murmurs, curling closer. "always so sweet to your mommy."

he swallows thickly.

she presses her chest against his arm, her hand curling under his. "you smell like me," she adds with a soft giggle. "have you been sneaking into my perfume again?"

he stops breathing.

"…n–no."

she hums again, teasing. "liar." 

his ears burn. she knows.

she knows.

but she doesn't pull away. kai's breath is warm against beomgyu's neck.

her fingers are tucked beneath his hand now, her touch feather-light. she shifts a little, adjusting the pillow beneath her head, and her thigh brushes his again — bare skin to bare skin. her robe's fallen open a little more.

beomgyu doesn't dare move.

his eyes are wide, glued to the ceiling, heart pounding so hard it feels like it might crack his ribs.

kai exhales slow and content beside him. "mmm… your bed's cozier than mine."

beomgyu swallows. "you can sleep here if you want."

kai hums again, a soft, sleepy sound. "really? you don't mind sharing with your mommy?"

beomgyu doesn't trust his voice, so he just nods.

kai presses her cheek closer into his shoulder and lets out a tiny, pleased sigh.

the sound makes beomgyu's cock twitch.

he feels sick. he feels starving.

kai shifts again, her robe falling a little more open. beomgyu catches the slope of one breast — just barely. he jerks his gaze away, ears burning, fists clenched in the sheets.

"beomgyu," kai says, voice low, almost like a purr.

his breath catches. "…yeah?"

kai tilts her head, looking up at him through her lashes. "you're so tense. what's wrong?"

beomgyu wants to cry.

everything's wrong. she's lying in his bed with her thigh against his, her robe loose, her skin warm. she's smiling like she doesn't notice the tent in his boxers, like she doesn't smell the sweat on his skin.

kai leans up slightly, brushing his bangs from his eyes. "don't be shy with mommy."

beomgyu's hands twitch. he wants to touch her. he wants to bury his face in her chest and sob.

"…i'm not," beomgyu whispers.

kai giggles. "then why won't you look at me?"

he forces himself to meet her eyes.

she's so pretty up close. her lashes are long, her lips are soft and pink. there's a little mole on her collarbone that he never noticed before.

kai tilts her head, studying his face. "you've grown up so much lately," she says. "you're almost taller than me now."

beomgyu swallows again. "i… i am."

kai smiles, soft and fond. "hmm? oh, you are? my big boy."

beomgyu's entire body shudders.

he shifts under the blanket, trying to ease the ache in his pants. it doesn't help. nothing helps. kai's still watching him with that dreamy look in her eyes, like she doesn't even notice the way he's falling apart.

"you were so clingy as a baby," kai continues, her voice nostalgic. "used to cry if i left the room. even when you were too old for it."

beomgyu covers his face with his hands. "mom…"

kai just laughs, light and airy. "it's true! i had to carry you everywhere. remember how you used to fall asleep on my chest?"

of course he remembers.

he remembers the warmth of her skin, the way her heartbeat used to calm him. he remembers waking up once when he was twelve, still pressed against her, and realizing he was hard.

he remembers the panic. the way he pretended to keep sleeping until she got up.

kai sighs, resting her head back on his shoulder. "you were such a sweet boy. always so attached to mommy."

beomgyu nods shakily.

he still is.

minutes pass like this. kai closes her eyes, nuzzled into him, breathing slow and steady. beomgyu stays frozen, his cock throbbing beneath the sheets, skin hot and tight.

he keeps thinking she's going to get up.

she doesn't.

kai shifts again, bringing one leg over his. her robe slips higher. she doesn't seem to notice — or she pretends not to. her hand slides absently up his arm, fingers drawing lazy shapes on his skin.

"you're so warm," kai murmurs. "my little space heater."

"not little," beomgyu blurts.

kai lifts her head slightly, amused. "hm?"

beomgyu turns bright red. "i-i meant i'm not… i mean i'm not that small anymore."

kai giggles. "oh? are you trying to act grown-up now?"

beomgyu doesn't answer.

she doesn't press.

instead, kai curls in closer again, resting her palm over his chest. "i like this," she says, voice soft. "feels nice to have someone close again."

beomgyu's chest tightens.

"you never cuddle with me anymore," kai adds, her voice a little pouty now. "you're always so distant lately."

beomgyu stares at the ceiling, heart breaking. "i just… i thought you didn't want me to anymore."

kai looks up, frowning. "what? why would you think that?"

beomgyu shrugs. "i'm not a kid anymore."

kai watches him a moment longer.

then she leans up and kisses his cheek.

soft. slow. just the faintest press of lips.

beomgyu forgets how to breathe.

"you'll always be my baby," kai says gently.

then she pulls the blanket over both of them, tucks herself back into his arms, and closes her eyes.

beomgyu lays there trembling.

his cock aches, leaking at the tip. he's scared to move. scared to breathe.

kai's heartbeat is steady against his side.

he doesn't sleep.

he can't.

kai's arm is draped across his stomach, her body warm and soft and so close. her leg is between his now. her robe has shifted again. he's scared to look, scared he'll see something that breaks him. scared that he'll give in.

in the dark, beomgyu squeezes his thighs together and holds his breath.

kai sighs in her sleep and murmurs his name.

beomgyu swallows the sound in his throat and closes his eyes.

he can't take much more of this.

beomgyu wakes up hard.

achingly hard.

like, hard in the way it hurts.

his boxers are tight with it, the tip damp where it's been leaking into the fabric. his thighs are clenched and his breath is shaky and every inch of him is overheated.

kai is still asleep beside him.

her thigh is thrown over his hip, skin bare. her body is soft against his side, pressed in close with the blanket barely covering either of them.

her robe must've shifted in the night — it's loose now, parting gently to reveal the underside of her breast where it rests against his chest.

her skin is warm.

her breath is warm.

her scent is dizzying.

beomgyu doesn't dare move.

his cock throbs under the blanket.

he shuts his eyes and tries to will it down.

kai shifts.

her thigh brushes right against the bulge between his legs.

beomgyu stiffens.

his hips jerk just a little, unintentionally, the motion sending white-hot shame through his stomach.

kai sighs.

and then—

"mmm… morning, baby…"

beomgyu opens his eyes slowly.

kai's looking up at him, eyes still half-lidded with sleep. her hair is messy. her voice is soft, dreamy. she blinks at him, then smiles.

"you're awake early," she says, her cheek still pressed against his arm. "you usually sleep longer when we cuddle."

beomgyu swallows.

kai shifts again, stretching just a little — and her thigh presses harder against his cock.

beomgyu twitches.

kai doesn't pull away.

instead, she hums and nestles back in. "you're squirmy this morning."

beomgyu's pulse jumps.

kai doesn't move.

"are you uncomfortable?" she asks, lifting her head just slightly. "is mommy taking up too much space?"

he shakes his head quickly. "n-no. it's okay."

kai blinks slowly. "mm… you're all warm. maybe it's too hot under the blanket."

she lifts the edge of the comforter.

the cool air hits his damp skin, and beomgyu prays she won't look down.

kai peeks under the blanket. her eyes linger for a breath too long.

beomgyu stops breathing.

but kai just smiles.

"mm, i thought so," she says softly. "you're sweating…"

beomgyu nods, desperate. "sorry."

kai giggles. "don't apologize. boys your age run warm, right?"

he wants to die.

kai settles back beside him, cheek against his chest again, her hand now resting gently over his stomach.

her fingers are dangerously close to the waistband of his boxers.

she doesn't touch anything — just rests her hand there. soft. innocent.

like she doesn't feel how hard he is.

like she doesn't hear the tremble in his breath.

beomgyu shuts his eyes.

he feels dizzy.

kai's fingers move just slightly — just enough to trace the shape of his lower abs, the trail of muscle that dips below his waistband. "you've been working out," she murmurs. "your body's changing."

he whimpers in his throat.

kai doesn't stop.

"you used to be so soft," she giggles. "i'd squish your cheeks and your tummy and you'd get so embarrassed."

beomgyu forces a laugh. "yeah…"

kai lifts her head.

she's looking at him.

"you're still shy," she says gently. "but not a little boy anymore, huh?"

he doesn't answer.

her hand lifts and brushes his cheek.

beomgyu flinches.

kai leans forward and kisses his temple. "you're growing up so fast."

he clenches the sheets.

she pulls back and sits up, letting the blanket fall from her lap.

her robe parts at the chest.

he sees too much.

kai doesn't seem to notice.

she stretches — arms high, breasts rising under the soft fabric — and lets out a breathy yawn.

"gosh, i feel so relaxed," she says, brushing her hair back. "sleeping with you always helps."

beomgyu nods, lips pressed tight.

his cock is still hard. twitching now. leaking again.

kai stands, robe riding high on her thighs, one side slipping off her shoulder. she pads across the room, humming softly as she looks for her slippers.

"ah — baby," she says suddenly, turning back to him with a smile. "can you wash the blanket later? it smells like sweat."

beomgyu stares at her, pale.

kai tilts her head. "don't make that face."

"…yeah," he whispers. "i'll… i'll wash it."

kai beams. "thank you. mommy knew you'd be good."

she steps out of the room.

the door stays open behind her.

beomgyu lays there, panting, face burning, cock leaking into his boxers.

he grabs the pillow and hides his face.

beomgyu could barely hear anything over the sound of his pulse pounding in his skull.

he didn't move for a full minute.

beomgyu was left lying there, stiff as a board under the sheets, cock swollen and aching in his boxers. kai's scent was all over his pillow now — not perfume, not anything artificial — just her. warm skin. lotion. faint hints of sweat from where her thighs had been pressed together under those tiny shorts. 

but it was enough to ruin him.

"fuck," beomgyu breathed, voice raspy.

he pressed his nose deep into the fabric and inhaled hard — and the moan that ripped from his throat was so loud, he immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, heart thudding in panic.

he wasn't supposed to feel this way about kai.

kai, who made him breakfast. kai, who kissed his cheek when he looked sleepy. kai, who smiled without noticing her nipples poking through her tank top. 

his mom, for fuck's sake. 

but none of that stopped beomgyu's cock from twitching violently every time she bent over or laughed too softly.

and now that kai's scent was flooding his lungs, there was no way he was going to stop.

beomgyu whimpered into the pillow.

his other hand slipped down under the waistband of his boxers, shaking. his fingers grazed the slick tip of his cock and he nearly jerked right there — leaking like a faucet, precum smearing all over his belly, sticky and hot. 

"shit," beomgyu hissed. "oh fuck, kai…"

saying her name like that — not "mom," not even "mommy," just kai — made something unhinge inside him.

he pulled his boxers down to his thighs, letting his cock slap free. it was flushed, throbbing, thick with need. 

all because of kai. his fucking mom.

he wrapped a trembling hand around it and gave one slow stroke — just one — and his hips twitched off the bed like it wasn't even his choice.

"k-kai…" beomgyu whimpered again, his lips brushing against the pillow she'd been on. he licked it. actually licked it, tongue dragging across the faint damp patch she'd left behind. 

beomgyu's fist began to move faster. he humped into it like a pervert. like a little freak. he was drooling now, lips parted and slick, little gasps catching in his throat with every stroke.

"smells s-so good," beomgyu moaned. "kai, you smell — fuck — you smell so fucking good, i can't—"

he closed his eyes. images spilled behind his lids like a dirty movie.

kai straddling his lap, pretending it's innocent. kai holding his face and pressing her tits against his cheek. kai kissing his forehead and whispering "mommy's here, baby, it's okay to make a mess for mommy."

"nngh — fuck, fuck, fuck—" beomgyu groaned, jacking himself off faster. his thighs were shaking now, toes curled into the mattress, stomach tensed. his balls felt heavy — so full, so ready.

he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be cumming to the thought of his mother, shouldn't be humping her scented pillow like a bitch in heat, but god, he was.

and it wasn't enough. he needed more.

he needed kai's voice. kai's lips saying his name like that again, like he was just a sweet boy who needed babying. if she came back into his room right now — god, he almost wanted her to.

maybe she'd catch him. maybe she'd scold him. maybe she'd touch him.

his hips bucked.

he shoved the pillow between his legs and started grinding against it, rutting his cock along the sheets like a dog in heat, panting. kai's name kept spilling from his lips, sticky and wet and breathless.

"kai, kai, fuck, i'm so close, i'm gonna — i'm gonna—"

his hand was slick, working his cock so fast it was barely more than a blur, his thighs shaking on either side of the pillow. 

the same pillow kai had just rested on — the one that still smelled just like her. kai had no idea what she left behind. no clue what it was doing to beomgyu.

he was humping it now. grinding his aching, drooling cock right into the soaked cotton like he was trying to fuck through it — like if he pressed hard enough, the pillow might give and let him sink inside.

"kai… kai, oh my god, kai—" beomgyu gasped, voice trembling. "your scent, fuck, you smell — so warm — so fucking sweet, mommy, i can't—"

his breath hitched.

his toes curled.

his balls pulled up tight, and before he could even brace for it — beomgyu exploded.

"mmmfuck — kai—!"

he came hard, cock twitching in his fist as the first thick rope of cum painted the pillow. it hit with a hot splatter, leaving a glossy, creamy stain..

beomgyu sobbed through it, hand still pumping, trying to milk out every drop while his back arched off the bed.

the second spurt hit the sheets. the third landed across his belly.

his whole body spasmed as more and more of his filthy, forbidden load spilled out of him, sticky and hot and so much. like his cock had been waiting for this, for kai, for her body and her scent and her softness — for the fantasy of fucking his own mom senseless.

"mommy, mommy, mommy—" beomgyu whined it over and over, broken and fucked-out, eyes squeezing shut as his cum dripped down his wrist. he rubbed his cock against the pillow once more, overstimulated, and whimpered when another weak pulse of cum oozed from the slit.

his hand finally slowed.

his thighs relaxed, twitching. he was a mess. chest rising and falling, skin flushed, cum clinging to his belly and dripping from his cock. the pillow was ruined — soaked through, warm with spit and tears and semen. and the worst part was, beomgyu didn't feel bad.

he felt high.

he curled around the pillow, panting, letting his cock rest in the pool of his own mess.

beomgyu held the bundle of laundry like it might fall apart and expose him — like his shame was visible, clinging to the sheets, the blanket, the pillow still damp with his cum.

he could still smell it.

not just himself — not just the mess he'd made — but kai. warm, comforting, dizzying. her scent hadn't faded. it was still deep in the pillow, seeping into the cotton where her skin had pressed, where her body had leaned. 

it wasn't perfume, it wasn't artificial — it was kai, real and raw and natural. her skin. her lotion. a little hint of sweat. and maybe even something slicker, something that made his cock twitch all over again.

he was trying not to think about it. trying not to get hard again while clutching the pillow soaked in the aftermath of his own orgasm. but the scent was everywhere, wrapping around his head like a drug. it made him dizzy.

so when kai's voice suddenly cut through the air—

"gyu?"

beomgyu's heart dropped.

he turned, slow and guilty, arms tightening around the laundry in panic. kai was standing just outside the laundry room, lips parted in a soft smile, a fresh tank top hanging loose around her chest. 

beomgyu tried not to stare. tried not to remember how he'd imagined her straddling him just minutes ago.

"what are you doing?" kai asked, eyebrows raised. "i only told you to bring the blanket, right?"

beomgyu's throat closed up. "i — uh," he stammered. "yeah, i just… the other stuff felt dirty too. so i thought i'd… wash everything."

kai tilted her head slowly. "everything?"

beomgyu swallowed hard. she took a step closer. the air between them felt too warm.

"mhm," he nodded quickly. "i spilled — on the pillow. kind of a mess."

kai blinked at him. then at the pillow stuffed awkwardly under the blanket in his arms.

her voice stayed sweet. soft. untouched. so good.

"oh… what kind of spill, baby?"

beomgyu choked.

his fingers flexed around the bundle like he could crush the pillowcase into nothing. his eyes dropped down, anywhere but her face. she was playing dumb. had to be. 

no way she didn't see how red his face was. no way she didn't smell anything weird. no way she didn't notice the faint twitch of his cock under his boxers when she stepped closer.

"n-nothing," he mumbled. "just. like. spilled soda."

kai nodded slowly, her eyes lingering just a second too long.

"mm," she hummed. "weird. i don't remember hearing you open a can."

beomgyu froze.

kai looked at him, innocent as ever. like she hadn't just said that. like she wasn't watching him unravel.

she reached for the blanket, hands brushing his. beomgyu almost dropped everything on instinct. he sucked in a sharp breath and stepped back.

kai blinked. "are you okay?" she asked, brows furrowing in concern. "you're all red."

you'd be red too if you just came all over a pillow your mom slept on, beomgyu wanted to say. if you were still hard from the smell of her. if you could still taste her thighs in your head.

kai looked down at the pillow in his arms, then back up at him.

"you know…" she said gently, "i did lay on that pillow earlier."

beomgyu's cock twitched.

she said it like it didn't mean anything. like it was just a passing thought. but it didn't feel that way. it felt deliberate.

kai smiled, light and sweet.

"did it still smell like me?"

his heart stopped.

she asked it like a joke. tilted her head. smiled softly. but the way her eyes held his, the way her voice lingered on that question — it sank into his skin like heat.

beomgyu opened his mouth. nothing came out. he could feel his cock growing hard again. already. shame tightened around his throat. the pillow was clutched too close, soaked with the proof of how badly he'd needed her. how badly he still needed her.

kai just stepped aside.

"bring it here," she said cheerfully. "i'll wash it, gyu."

beomgyu stood frozen, skin buzzing. kai walked ahead into the laundry room, humming, acting like nothing was wrong.

but beomgyu couldn't move. couldn't breathe.

the pillow was still warm in his arms. and kai's scent hadn't faded at all.

kai stood by the laundry machine, her hips cocked slightly to one side, basket tucked against her waist, watching beomgyu with that same soft, sleepy smile she always had in the mornings. like she hadn't just said the one thing that shattered him.

"did it still smell like me?"

beomgyu's legs were jelly. his arms felt weak under the weight of the cum-soaked pillow and sheets he'd bundled up in panic. and he couldn't look at kai directly — because if he did, he was afraid she'd see it. 

all of it. what he'd done. what he'd imagined. how hard he was getting again, just from the memory of rutting against her scent like a fucking animal.

he tried to clear his throat. "i-it's okay," beomgyu mumbled, gripping the pillow tighter. "i'll do it."

kai blinked. "huh?"

"the laundry," beomgyu repeated. "i'll handle it. i got it."

kai raised a brow. "you sure?"

"yeah." too fast. "yeah. you don't have to… i'll just. wash everything."

his voice cracked a little. god. he sounded so guilty. like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only the cookie jar was his mom's pillow and the cookie was his fucking cum.

kai didn't push it.

she looked at him for another beat, gaze flicking down ever-so-slightly to the pillow clutched against his chest… and then she shrugged.

"okay, baby," kai said simply, turning toward the kitchen. "i'll make breakfast, then."

beomgyu didn't move.

he stood there frozen as kai padded away, humming something soft under her breath, the same way she always did when she was making eggs or slicing fruit. like nothing had happened. like she didn't just send him into another spiral.

his fingers trembled against the pillow. he could still feel the faint warmth of where she sat on it. the outline of her thigh, maybe. the scent of her skin embedded deep in the cotton, soaked in now with the slick mess of his orgasm.

he turned back to the washing machine with a breathless, shameful ache in his chest.

"f-fuck…" he whispered, rubbing a hand down his face. "she has no idea…"

he didn't know if he believed that.

he didn't know if he wanted to believe that.

but he shoved the pillow into the machine anyway, trembling, and prayed it wouldn't stain.

beomgyu wandered back into the kitchen after throwing the laundry into the machine, the low hum of it starting up still echoing faintly in the hallway behind him. 

his hair was tousled from sleep, the collar of his hoodie askew, but his eyes — his eyes were sharper now, hungrier, even if he tried to act normal.

kai stood by the counter, barefoot and quiet, her hair messy and soft around her shoulders. she hadn't tied it up yet — still loose from sleep, the strands swaying with every slow movement she made. 

she was wearing that same little tank top from earlier, the one with the thin straps and the low dip in the back, and a pair of soft pajama shorts that barely clung to the curve of her hips.

she didn't look at him when he entered. she was focused on the pan in front of her, humming something sleepy under her breath as she flipped a piece of toast in the skillet and reached lazily for the butter.

beomgyu stood there longer than necessary.

the tank top wasn't tight, not at all, but it clung to her in a certain way, soft around her waist and chest, the fabric moving with her body when she leaned over to grab something from the top shelf.

her hair fell over one shoulder. her skin looked warm, touched by the soft yellow morning light coming in through the kitchen window. and even though she was just making breakfast — barely even talking to him — it was enough to make his face hot.

and worse, his thoughts wouldn't stop drifting back to that pillowcase.

the one she'd laid on. the one that still smelled like her.

the one he'd pretended needed washing.

kai stirred the eggs and finally spoke, her voice light. "you didn't have to do all that, you know."

beomgyu blinked. "huh?"

"the sheets," she said. "i only asked you to do the blanket."

she glanced over her shoulder at him, her hair falling around her face, and beomgyu felt himself freeze under the weight of her eyes. 

not because she looked upset — but because there was something playful about her expression, something unreadable. like she was letting him dig his own grave.

"i figured," beomgyu mumbled, tugging his hoodie lower, "might as well wash everything. just in case."

"mmhm," kai replied, turning back to the stove with a soft shrug. "you're such a good boy sometimes."

beomgyu nearly choked on his own breath.

she wasn't even looking at him now — just plating the toast with her fingers, careful and calm. she still hadn't pulled her hair back, and it was driving him crazy. 

strands brushing her collarbones. her shoulders. her back. her arms were bare. the slope of her spine was bare. that tank top hung off her just right. 

and when she leaned forward, he saw the slightest hint of the way her chest moved beneath the fabric — soft, natural, sleepy.

he sat down slowly at the kitchen table, eyes flicking down, willing himself to stay calm.

she reached for the butter again, slowly spreading it across the hot toast with a little hum, like none of this was affecting her at all.

like she didn't know how she looked.

like she didn't feel his eyes on her.

but of course she did.

because kai was smart. and kai was cruel, sometimes.

"beomgyu, you look like you need something in your mouth."

kai's fingers pause.

the soft clink of the butter knife and other utensils felt rather loud — but not quite enough to drown out what he just said.

beomgyu freezes.

he hears it echo back in his head like a scream.

"i need you in my mouth."

i need you. in my mouth.

he blinks hard, his mouth falling open like he might try to backpedal, to pretend it didn't happen—

but there's no undoing that.

kai turns to face him, slow and amused. her eyes are lazy with morning softness, but something sharp peeks through now.

"hmm?" she hums.

her lips curl slightly. "what was that?"

beomgyu opens his mouth, shuts it, opens it again. nothing comes out except the pathetic sound of his own breathing. his face burns. his whole body burns.

his cock throbs in his boxers, already aching from this morning—

already leaking, probably, just from that single humiliating slip.

kai tilts her head. the loose strap of her tank top slides an inch lower on her shoulder. she doesn't fix it.

"you said you needed something in your mouth…" she repeats slowly. 

"and then you said — what was it again? you needed me?" her voice is teasing, gentle, almost sympathetic. almost.

beomgyu chokes. "n-no! i didn't — i meant — i meant food, i meant, like, you said i looked hungry, so — i meant—"

kai laughs softly, letting him spiral.

"that's not what you said," she murmurs, turning back. "but okay."

her tank shifts with the movement. the hem lifts just slightly, exposing a sliver of her soft lower back, the hint of her hips.

beomgyu's mouth goes dry. his eyes fall there like magnets.

his tongue flicks out before he can stop it — wetting his bottom lip, as if preparing. as if tasting.

kai glances at him sideways. "what's with that look?"

she says it like a joke, but her tone isn't innocent anymore. it dips — just slightly — into something darker.

"i… i wasn't looking at anything," beomgyu says too fast.

kai raises an eyebrow.

"oh? nothing at all?" she asks sweetly.

"then why are you hard?"

beomgyu nearly dies.

his hands fly in front of his shorts too late. the thin fabric does nothing to hide the bulge.

he covers himself clumsily, fingers curling around his own wrist like that'll stop the trembling.

kai doesn't look away.

"you really are filthy in the mornings, huh?" she says softly. "i should've known when you washed that pillowcase."

beomgyu sucks in a breath so fast it stings.

"i — i didn't mean— i wasn't—!"

kai giggled.

she walks past him to set the butter knife aside.

on the way, she brushes too close — her bare arm grazing his. her hip bumping his hand.

he flinches.

she doesn't apologize.

she leans in a little, like she might whisper something, but she doesn't.

instead, she pulls open a drawer beside him — leaning forward just enough that he can see the line of her cleavage through her shirt.

"you gonna help me set the table," she says, quiet and unbothered, "or are you just gonna stand there dripping like a dog in heat?"

beomgyu makes a tiny sound — part gasp, part whimper.

his cock twitches. it's leaking now. he can feel it.

she hands him a fork. just a fork.

"here," kai says simply, like nothing's wrong. like her pervert of a son isn't standing in her kitchen half-hard and glassy-eyed from the sound of her voice alone.

beomgyu takes it with both hands. like he needs to anchor himself.

his fingers brush hers and it feels like electrocution. he flinches — barely — and kai's lips twitch like she noticed, but chooses not to say anything.

"thanks," he mutters. his voice cracks.

kai turns back to the stove. "mm," she hums, flipping something on the pan. "sit. eat."

his legs are jelly. he walks like someone who forgot how. by the time he reaches the table, his cock is pulsing, painfully stiff against the fabric of his boxers, and it's all so obvious. the oversized hoodie he wore down to breakfast isn't doing shit to cover it.

kai moves slowly, unhurried as she brings over the pan and sets it down with a quiet clatter. she leans over the table slightly, plating food with ease, tank top hanging loose — too loose — and beomgyu watches a soft swell of skin shift with every motion.

he stabs a piece of egg onto his fork, but doesn't move to eat it. his hand is shaking.

kai notices.

"what?" she says, finally meeting his eyes. "not hungry anymore?"

his face goes hot. "i-i am. it's just…"

kai stares at him, patient, but dangerous. "just?"

he should lie. he should say "nothing." he should shove the eggs in his mouth and say thank you and shut the fuck up.

but he doesn't.

"...not the kind of taste i meant," he mumbles, head lowering.

kai stills.

she says nothing.

the only sound is the faint sizzle of oil left in the cooling pan, the buzz of the fridge, and beomgyu's uneven breathing.

she walks back around the table. slowly. her footsteps are soft, like she's barefoot. like she's a dream.

he doesn't look up.

not until she tugs the fork gently from his hand.

"open your mouth," she says softly.

he jerks. his eyes snap to hers, wide, disbelieving.

kai's gaze is unreadable. there's a curl to her lip that's not quite a smile. her voice is too calm, her face too relaxed.

"go on," she says again. "open."

his lips part automatically. dumb. obedient.

kai leans in. and then — like it's nothing — she raises her thumb to her mouth, sucks it once, and slips it into his.

his lips close around it before he even realizes. he whimpers.

he tastes it. sweet. faint. her.

kai watches him closely.

"good boy," she whispers.

his eyes flutter closed. his entire body trembles.

kai slides her thumb out slow, trailing it along his bottom lip, letting a glimmer of slick stay behind.

"mm," she says lightly, tapping his mouth. "just a sample. since you asked so nicely."

beomgyu exhales shakily, a single moan caught somewhere in his throat.

kai picks up her own fork, already turning away.

"eat your breakfast, baby," she says over her shoulder. "you're gonna need your strength."

he's still tasting her on his lips.

kai had only pressed her thumb to his tongue for a second — just a swipe, nothing more — and yet it lingers. a flash flood across his neurons, an explosion behind his eyes. slick and warm and absolutely her.

she had hummed at the way his lips had parted without hesitation, thumb held out like a treat, her voice cool and pleased: "good boy."

beomgyu thought he'd be able to handle it.

he'd thought he'd be able to sit back down and eat breakfast like normal, that he could breathe through the throb in his pants and pretend he wasn't going insane. but he's wrong. he's so wrong.

kai, ever calm, is already seated again at the table. her top's a little too loose now, and it slides just enough to show the slope of one bare breast. she eats slowly, fork tapping lightly against the ceramic. she doesn't look at him.

beomgyu's fork trembles in his hand.

his cock pulses hard in his lap, dampening the fabric of his boxers. he hasn't even touched himself. he doesn't need to. her voice alone — her fingers — her scent—

"you want another taste, puppy?" she asks suddenly, without looking up.

his fork clatters to the plate.

"w-what?"

kai finally lifts her eyes. they're cool, amused, like she already knows his answer.

"i said," she repeats, voice as even as ever, "do you want another taste?"

beomgyu's mouth opens, closes. he can't speak. his throat's too tight.

kai takes another bite of food, chews slowly. "you've barely eaten. i figured you might like something… a little fresher."

her eyes drop, pointedly, to her lap. then flick back up.

beomgyu whimpers.

she sets her fork down. leans back in her chair. slow and deliberate, she slides her small shorts down just a little more.

"well?"

he nods. the tiniest nod, trembling and pink-cheeked.

kai smiles. it's small. indulgent. and devastating.

"come here, gyu."

he stumbles to his feet. his legs barely work. every step feels like too much. his heart is hammering, blood loud in his ears.

kai uncrosses her legs when he gets close. spreads them. beomgyu sucks in a sharp breath.

no panties. of course not. she's never worn them around the house. he used to think it was casual. now he knows better.

he sinks to his knees.

her hand finds the back of his head, petting gently. "good boy. open up."

and he does.

she guides him in, not rough — not forceful — but firm. like she owns him. like this is natural.

his tongue meets her folds. warm. soft. drenched. he moans instantly.

kai exhales, low and pleased. "ah, my good boy.. just like that."

he licks desperately. nose buried in her, chin wet already. her thighs close around his head, not tightly, but just enough to make him feel trapped. he whines, rutting his hips against nothing. his cock is leaking through the front of his shorts.

"slow," kai murmurs, fingers curling in his hair. "savor it, gyu."

he tries. god, he tries. his tongue works upward, flattening against her clit, circling with clumsy eagerness. he has no idea what he's doing, but the noises she makes — soft sighs, little gasps — make his whole body light up.

he wants to drown in her. wants to melt into her thighs and die happy.

kai lets him lap until his chin is slick, until his lips are swollen and pink from sucking. she tugs his hair, makes him look up.

"you like it, don't you?" she asks. not cruel. not mocking. just curious.

beomgyu nods furiously. "s-so good," he babbles. "mommy, it's s-so good, i-i can't—"

kai tilts her head. wipes a streak of slick from his cheek with her thumb. "then keep going, baby. you haven't even made me come yet."

he nearly cries from happiness.

his tongue dives back in, hungrier than ever. every whimper he makes is muffled by her cunt. his hips grind against the floor, desperate for friction.

kai's thighs tense. her voice wavers, just a little. "there. right there. mmh — you're getting better, aren't you? my dirty little son."

he sobs.

he'd die for her.

and she knows it.

she lets him eat her through one orgasm, soft and trembling, with her fingers in his hair and her breath stuttering in her throat. she doesn't let him stop after. she makes him keep licking, keep swallowing, until her thighs twitch again, until he's so dazed he doesn't notice the mess he's made in his boxers.

only when he starts swaying on his knees does she tug him back.

"enough," kai murmurs, stroking his face. "you did well. look at you, so messy."

beomgyu can't speak. his mouth is open, panting. his face is soaked. his eyes are glassy with awe.

kai lets him rest his cheek on her thigh. she pets his hair and sips her coffee with the other hand.

"you're going to need to get used to this, baby," she says calmly. "this won't be the last time you're under my table."

beomgyu whimpers.

he hopes not.

kai's thighs are still trembling when he pulls back, lips slick with her taste, chin glistening. beomgyu stares up at her like he's not even human anymore — just heat and need and years of desperate, depraved wanting all packed into a single breathless boy.

kai's now lounging on the kitchen table like a feast, her legs spread wide, top hiked up to her waist with her shorts pulled down to her ankles, eyes half-lidded and lazy. she doesn't close her legs. doesn't even twitch.

she just breathes out a slow, syrupy sigh.

"mmh… my messy boy."

beomgyu's not thinking. he's never been thinking. he stands up on instinct, hands trembling as they grip her thighs. he watches her pussy throb around nothing, glistening and open, already soaked from his mouth.

"mommy—" he chokes, voice cracking.

kai hums. like she's listening to music.

"what is it, sweetheart?"

he doesn't answer. he just lines himself up, cock leaking and flushed red at the tip, and pushes in with a desperate, broken sound. not even a warning. 

not even a pause. he slides home in one wet, hungry thrust — and kai gasps, her back arching just slightly against the wood.

"fuck—!" he cries, already clinging to her hips. "mommy, oh my god — oh my god—"

kai just laughs. the sound is light and breezy, mocking and indulgent all at once.

"look at you," she purrs. "barely got your cock inside and you're already whining."

he doesn't care. he's shaking, eyes rolling back as he rocks his hips forward again. she's tight, hot and pulsing around him, the kind of wet that makes it impossible to pull away.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" she goads, voice thick with satisfaction. "wanted to fuck your mommy's pussy like a little pervert. filthy thing."

he nods frantically. he's rutting into her now, pace stuttering, frantic, overwhelmed. the kitchen table shakes with every thrust, her body jolting against the polished wood. and still — kai doesn't push him away. doesn't stop him. she just moans like she's proud of him. like she likes being ruined by her pathetic little son.

"please," he gasps, hips slamming into her with a wet slap again and again, "please — mommy, i need it, i need it so bad—!"

her nails scrape up his arms, slow and teasing.

"need what, baby?"

he's crying now. eyes wet, breath ragged, body trembling from how close he already is.

"you—! i need you, your pussy, mommy, i love you—"

kai moans, long and low, deliberately clenching around him. his knees nearly buckle.

"awh," she coos, mock-sweet. "such a pathetic little thing. can't even fuck right without crying."

"i'm sorry — i'm sorry — i just—" his hips are slamming faster now, body twitching, cock twitching, "—you make me crazy, i can't — fuck, i love you, i love you, i'm gonna—"

she laughs again, breathless this time. she feels it — the way he starts to break.

"then cum, baby. make a mess in mommy's pussy. you've been such a good boy."

and that's all it takes. he gasps, shudders, chokes on a sob as he spills into her, hips jerking erratically. he cums hard, deep inside her, thick and hot, babbling through it — "thank you, thank you, thank you" — like a prayer.

kai just lies there, legs still spread, hair mussed, skin flushed and glowing. she watches him unravel like she planned it. like she wanted it. and maybe she did.

when he finally collapses against her, sweaty and ruined, she strokes his hair lazily, still full of his cock, still dripping with him.

"good boy," she murmurs again, and god help him, he gets hard all over again.

his cum's still leaking out of her.

it's warm. thick. dripping down the curve of her ass and pooling onto the table beneath her, soaking into the wood grain like a stain that'll never come out. kai just lies there, content, humming faintly as she trails her fingers along her stomach.

beomgyu's collapsed against her, breathing hard, face still pressed to the valley between her breasts like he belongs there. and maybe he does. he hasn't pulled out. hasn't dared to move.

kai shifts a little, tightening around him.

he gasps.

"still hard," she murmurs, amused. "so greedy."

"i can't help it," he breathes. his voice is wrecked, his thighs trembling. "you feel so good…"

she lifts a brow, tilting her head.

"mm? no shame now? saying that to your mommy's face?"

beomgyu whimpers.

kai smirks, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head up. his eyes go wide, mouth falling open. her nails drag along his scalp just enough to make him shiver.

"look," she whispers, voice suddenly sharp, "look at how messy you made me."

she pulls her legs up and spreads herself wider — obscene, glistening, sticky with his cum. her folds twitch, fluttering with every pulse of her body, his load still seeping out in fat, creamy drips.

beomgyu stares like he's hypnotized.

kai dips two fingers between her thighs, scooping up the mess with practiced ease. she holds it up — white and slick and warm between her fingers.

"this what you wanted, baby?" she coos. "wanted to stuff mommy full? make her drip?"

he nods frantically, cock twitching again inside her.

"mm," she hums. then she slides her fingers into his mouth.

"suck."

he moans, immediately closing his lips around them. he sucks hard, messy, drooling around the knuckles like he's starving for his own cum. she watches with amusement as he chokes, gagging a little, licking the mess off her skin like a dog.

"that's it," she purrs. "good boys don't waste a single drop, do they?"

he whimpers something incoherent, rutting into her again without meaning to.

kai lets him.

lets him build up a rhythm, lets him fuck into her again — sloppier now, dirtier, the stretch of her pussy even wetter than before. it squelches around his cock, obscene and slick, louder than before. 

he's soaked. she's soaked. 

the table legs knock against the tile floor in time with every desperate thrust.

and still — she mocks him, every word filthier than the last.

"mm, feel that?" she pants, voice sticky and mean. "your cum's still inside. you're fucking it back in. god — so nasty. such a dirty little thing."

beomgyu sobs. he's drooling now, face flushed and fucked-out, hips slamming forward like he's trying to disappear inside her.

"you like mommy's pussy that much?" she snarls, hand gripping his jaw. "wanna live in it? never leave?"

"yes—! fuck — yes, mommy, please—please don't make me stop—"

"then don't," she hisses. "use me. make a mess. wreck me. that's what you're good for, isn't it? just a dumb, needy boy who wants his mommy's cunt."

his thrusts go wild — wet, erratic, the slap of skin on skin so loud it drowns out his cries. he's going to cum again, she knows it. she feels it. his cock twitches, her cunt milks him, his whole body seizes like a live wire.

"cum again," she commands. "do it inside. make mommy messy all over again."

he screams, hips stuttering as he cums — thick and hot, deeper than before, flooding her pussy until it's spilling out around him in waves.

kai moans as she feels it — her belly fluttering, cunt twitching, every nerve alight with heat and filth and power.

and yet — he doesn't pull out.

kai's gone a little soft against the table.

not weak. not tired. just sated — loose-limbed and lazy, like a cat in the sun, purring with pride. her hair's a mess, her skin flushed, her pussy a soaking, open mess between her thighs. the wood beneath her is stained with sweat, spit, cum — his, hers, blended.

beomgyu's still inside her.

and hard.

kai blinks down at him, eyes heavy-lidded. her tone's playful, but there's warning behind it.

"still not done, baby?"

he moans softly, hips giving a small, needy thrust. "i want to see you squirt."

kai raises a brow. slow. lazy. dangerous.

"you want to make mommy squirt?" she repeats.

he nods fast, eyes wide and starving. "please. please, i-i'll be good. let me try. i'll do it right."

her lips curl into a smirk.

"you think you can?"

he doesn't answer with words — he just moves, suddenly full of energy, yanking out of her with a loud, wet pop and dropping to his knees again.

kai hums as he spreads her legs wider, pushing them up so her knees almost touch her chest. her pussy's completely exposed — swollen, used, flushed, and still glistening with his cum. it drips down her ass, trailing onto the table.

"so messy," he breathes, in awe. "so fucking pretty…"

his fingers dive in — two at once, fast, curling forward.

kai jerks, back arching off the wood.

"ooh—! fuck, beomgyu—"

"i'll be gentle," he lies, already thrusting his fingers deep. "i just wanna feel you gush. wanna see it. please, please let me—"

he curls up again — right against that spot. again. again. faster. harder.

kai's legs shake.

she grips the edge of the table, knuckles white, trying to keep her voice even. "you're so — ugh— so fucking greedy, baby — just had your mommy's pussy twice and now you want it to soak you too?"

"yes," he gasps. "i want everything — i want all of it, i want you—"

he adds a third finger.

kai screams.

her thighs snap closed around his hand instinctively, muscles trembling, cunt fluttering and clenching around his fingers. he doesn't stop. he just presses his other palm flat to her lower belly and rubs, grinding right above her mound while his fingers pound mercilessly into her.

"gonna make you gush," he pants. "gonna make your pussy cry for me, mommy — come on, please — give it to me—"

"fuck—!"

her whole body locks up — and then she breaks.

it happens fast: a shudder, a sob, and then a rush of warm, clear liquid soaking his fingers, his chest, the table. it splashes everywhere — kai's thighs, her stomach, dripping down onto the floor below.

"fuckfuckfuck—!" she wails, writhing through it, pussy still twitching uncontrollably. "you fucking — god, gyu—"

he watches, mesmerized, mouth open in wonder as her squirt sprays again — shorter this time, but just as intense.

he keeps his fingers moving.

"stop — hahh — nghh — stop, fuck, too much—" kai's trying to squirm away, hips bucking helplessly, face flushed red, eyes wet from overstimulation.

he slows — just a little. just enough to let her breathe.

her chest heaves, body twitching. the entire table's soaked beneath her. the floor's a mess. everything smells like sweat, sex, heat.

beomgyu licks his soaked fingers clean like it's holy.

"you're perfect, mommy.. so pretty.. wanna eat you forever.." he whispers.

kai opens one eye, barely able to lift her head. her voice is hoarse and soaked with pleasure.

"you're insane."

he kisses the inside of her thigh, still trembling.

"and you let me be."

kai sighs, lets her head fall back, and smiles.

"god help me."

kai is so warm.

so warm it's unreal, her skin still dewy with sweat, her thighs still sticky with the aftermath of everything they did — everything he did — but it's not lewd now. not anymore. it's quiet. slow. like the air's holding its breath, and beomgyu's the only one still reeling.

he's sitting at her feet now. shirtless, trembling, a soft towel in one hand and kai's bare ankle in the other. she's let him put her in something loose — his hoodie, actually, big and soft and baggy on her — but her thighs are still bare. her skin still flushed.

he can't stop looking at her.

she sits back against the couch, legs draped lazily over his lap, face relaxed and eyes half-lidded, like she knows he's staring. like she's used to it.

and beomgyu's trying to be calm. trying to clean her properly, to make up for how violently he ruined her. but his hands are shaking. the towel's wet now, useless, and he keeps pausing just to breathe.

she's glowing.

glowing in a way he's never seen anyone glow. not in porn, not in real life, not even in his dreams. her lashes are damp, her lips a little swollen, and there's this soft haze over her whole body — like post-sex heaven, like a painting. like a reward for something he didn't even know he was allowed to want.

"you're staring," she murmurs, voice husky.

"i can't stop," he whispers.

his palm slides over the curve of her shin, his fingers curling around her knee. soft, he thinks. everything about her is so soft. even now — after he fucked her stupid, after she squirted all over him, after she let him cum inside her twice — she's gentle with him.

he wipes between her thighs again. slow. careful.

kai shifts, sighing faintly, and the hoodie she's wearing slides off one shoulder. her collarbone glows in the warm light.

"kai," he chokes, suddenly hoarse, "you're so… you're so fucking beautiful."

she smiles lazily. "mmh. i know."

he swallows.

his other hand is still curled around her thigh, stroking her skin, and the moment she adjusts — just slightly — her pussy peeks out again. soft. puffy. glistening. open.

beomgyu stares.

his cock aches.

it twitches once.

and then — before he can even process it — he's cumming.

"fuck—! oh — fuck—"

kai blinks, surprised, sitting up just as beomgyu gasps and doubles over, one arm wrapped tight around her leg. his other hand scrambles to grip his cock, but it's too late — he's spurting, twitching, making a fucking mess all over himself, over her calf, over the towel in his lap.

his moans are cracked and pathetic, breath stuttering, whole body trembling.

kai watches.

and then — laughs.

a warm, velvety sound, indulgent and wicked and amused. "oh my god, baby."

he whimpers. "i didn't mean to — i didn't touch it, i just — fuck, i'm sorry, i just—"

"you came from looking at me?"

he nods helplessly, shame curling into his spine. "you're just — i was just — cleaning you, and you're — so pretty, and your pussy — your legs — fuck, mommy, i'm sorry, i couldn't help it—"

kai sits forward, grabbing his face with both hands, and forces him to look up.

he's red-faced. tearful. humiliated.

and she's beaming.

"baby," she purrs, tilting his head. "don't be sorry."

he blinks. "wha—?"

"that was the sweetest thing you've done all day," she says, proud and amused. "my precious little boy, so obsessed with mommy's body he just erupts in her lap."

beomgyu groans, hiding his face again. "stop…"

"no," she giggles, kissing his forehead. "never. you're mine now. and you're so easy to break."

he melts.

kai strokes his hair again, and beomgyu rests his cheek on her thigh, cock still twitching in the mess he made.

they stay like that for a while.

soft. slow. sticky. satisfied.

the lights are still low, humming. kai's bare thighs twitch every time beomgyu shifts under her. the squelch of his last orgasm is cooling between them, sticky on her inner legs, her pussy still fluttering gently from how hard she'd squirted before he even dared to slide back in.

his breath is shaky. he doesn't know what time it is. he doesn't know what part of her he's allowed to kiss. so he just keeps petting her, slow and quiet, palms soft over her waist, her belly, her still-quivering thighs. he doesn't even try to clean her up yet. just marvels, borderline trembling, at how soft her body is — flushed, shiny, spent, his for a little while.

"can i—?" he whispers. not sure what he's asking. kai doesn't even answer. just tugs a pillow over her eyes and mumbles, "shut up."

beomgyu shuts up.

he scoots back a little to try and wipe her inner thighs with a corner of his shirt, but it's such a mess — their mess — that he ends up smearing more than he's cleaning. she glares at him under the pillow.

"go get a towel," she groans.

he scrambles so fast he nearly falls, trips over his jeans, sprints to her bathroom like he lives there.

by the time he comes back, she's on her back again, one leg bent. lazy and soft and still glistening. when he kneels down to gently clean between her legs, he's painfully hard again. but he says nothing. just breathes heavy and keeps going, careful.

she lets him. lets him pat her dry, dab her up, slip her shirt back over her head even though she's already sticky again underneath.

when he pulls her panties back on, he moans.

just the act of dressing her again — of seeing how ruined she looks just for him, hips damp and thighs still shaking and little puffy pussy barely tucked under lace — he can't hold it.

"fuck," he breathes.

kai opens her mouth to scold him, to ask what — but the words never make it.

because he's cumming.

again.

again.

right there, untouched, spurting thick into the towel in his lap, wide eyes glazed, mouth parted like a dumb little animal. he hunches forward with a whimper, completely spent but twitching, as if just existing in the same room as her is too much.

kai laughs. loud, mean, affectionate.

"you're disgusting."

he nods.

he doesn't even try to deny it.

they end up curled together after that. not spooning, but lazily draped — her head on his stomach, one of his hands in her hair, her fingers drawing little shapes on his hip. he doesn't talk. not until she says, "you're free friday, right?"

"…yes?"

she hums.

"good. don't cum next time unless i say."

beomgyu whines.

kai just smirks into his skin, lashes fluttering, already drowsy.

after this:

they don't talk about it much. kai doesn't want to. she likes it better when he just shows up when she tells him to, shuts the door behind him, drops to his knees. beomgyu's fine with that. actually — he's perfectly fine with it.

it becomes their thing. he stops bothering with excuses. her dorm light's on? he's there. her skirt's short? he's drooling. her thighs are open? he's whining into her cunt like it's all he was made for.

sometimes it's filthy. sometimes it's lazy. sometimes she just uses his mouth and leaves him hard the whole night. once, she edged him so bad he nearly cried. once, he came in his pants just from hearing her voice.

neither of them call it anything.

but she kisses him sometimes, afterward.

and he makes her tea.

and neither of them stop.

not for a long, long time.