A/N: This wasn’t requested. I just got inspired out of absolutely nowhere. Kai has planted himself in my brain and he refuses to leave. So, here you all go. Enjoy the sinful creations my mind conjures and then fails to execute correctly.
Title credit: “Dirty Little Secret” by The All-American Rejects
You envied those people who were capable of merely falling asleep without struggle. While researching for one of your psychology courses at the local college, you had come across an article claiming that it took seven minutes for the brain to fully reach the state of “deep sleep.” However, it often took you double that just to relax enough to keep your eyes closed.
Usually it was restless thoughts that kept you awake. The mindless reruns of the day’s events, of everything you had yet to do, things that you should have done but didn’t. They would fill your head and prevent you from finding a peaceful enough state to where you could get in a few hours of slumber to be ready for the following day.
Tonight, however, it was not these restless worries that kept you roused; but rather a desire that had been haunting you for far too long. An indelible want that had your hand working vigorously between your thighs with one set goal in place.
My Type is Homicidal 