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ball33rina · 6 months ago

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THIS TYPE OF LOVE ISN'T RATIONAL.

─── kai anderson x f! reader. smut.

warnings: mention of p in v, fingering and curses.

Minors, do not interact or read this, I am not responsible for what you read either.

The only thing separating you was the strong glass in front of you and Kai, who held the phone to his ear and his cold gaze was fixed on you. You knew he was manipulating you and somehow there you were, talking to a man you met thanks to him dialing the wrong phone line when he wanted to call Ally Mayfair and ended up calling you. He took it as an opportunity, if he manipulated the right people outside and the right people inside the prison he would be free before the elections start.

"You look hotter than the pictures you send me." he told you, a slight smirk painted on his perfect face that posed with some dark circles under his eyes. His voice was subtle and husky in your ear through that phone that was the only savior of their conversation.

"Thank you" you whispered looking down while also holding the phone to your ear.

"Hey look at me" he insisted making you raise your face looking at him. "When I get out of this dump...I'll make sure to give you the best fucking of your life." He nodded, as if that was all you were there for. Sex. Though most of it was.

"Kai, let's make sure you get out of here first" you whispered into the phone, he let out a laugh lowering the phone a little and then returning it to his ear.

"Don't say anything," he said into the phone, looking at you through the glass and mouthing the words, "I'll be out before you know it."

You felt your skin crawl and looked up at the guards who seemed completely unaware of what was happening.

"I have a guard on my side. She's in my cult too." He said, the simple fact that a "she" was near him made you feel jealous, let's see, it's kai, We know that Kai fucks anything that walks. Noticing your face he let out a low laugh and reached out his hand, resting it on the glass. "Don't worry babe. No one can match those boobs you have."

And you rolled your eyes again, clenching your teeth, damn... is everything sexual?

"Kai just stop it okay? You're making me feel uncomfortable with...literally two 60 year old ladies next to me." you said annoyed, yes, two women sitting on either side of you talking to their children.

"fuck 'em" He frowned into a grimace looking at the ladies whose sons turned to look at Kai.

"i said, stop it" You said firmly, he looked back at you and bit his lip, bringing his face closer to the glass with his ear resting on the phone.

"I love feisty girls" he purred and you were about to hang up the phone but he immediately interrupted you. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to make our romance so public."

He said making you roll your eyes, he just smiled looking at you, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

"Tell me, what will you do the first time you see me there...with you" He said, tilting his head, and he was so sexy doing whatever he was.

"Scream in horror and call the police of course—" you said and his laughter interrupted you.

"As if you haven't done your research on Mr. Kai Anderson, the Michigan cult leader, who of course is a city councilman." He chuckled teasing you. "You'll do everything except scream in horror and call the police."

"As if you really knew me." You said bitterly even though you knew he knew perfectly well about you, he had people everywhere. "You're not a councilman anymore...get a grip."

"No, you only told me everything about yourself the twenty times we called each other," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And you offend me y/n, don't you know that a councilor doesn't stop being a councilor even if he dies? Sometimes I doubt your intelligence, princess. But it's okay, I can deal with that."

You rolled your eyes just to make him laugh again.

"now, now. Don't you roll your eyes at your boyfriend" He waved his pointing finger in your direction. "We're running out of time, So, be alert to calls, any strange number that calls your house...you answer. When you hear my voice you will listen carefully to where I will wait for you to pick me up in your grandmother's car. I will be dressed as a guard."

He whisper on the phone looking around hoping no one would hear him. And of course, ordering you to do things like... the crime of taking your grandmother's car without asking to borrow it.

"She'll be mad if she finds out I took it without asking to borrow it," you said worriedly, obviously caring a lot about your family in a situation like this.

"Honestly y/n, I don't give a shit about your dying grandmother. Do as I say, and you will be well rewarded." He said firmly and hung up the phone, getting up from his seat and looking at you one last time through that glass before being taken back to his cell. You couldn't help but stare at how good his ass looked in that prison uniform.

You were waiting parked in an alley that was a few blocks away from the maximum security prison, nervously waiting for Kai while you checked the time on your phone's clock, the car radio playing a cringe song.

It was that, your nerves and your lost vision were interrupted when someone knocked on your car door waiting for you to open it, when you looked up there was Kai dressed as a guard, and god he looked so damn hot like that. You quickly unlocked the car and he got into the passenger seat.

"Drive" he said giving you the order while he adjusted himself in the seat, you just looked at him, it was the first time you saw him... that wasn't through a glass. When he noticed that you weren't moving he looked at you. "I said fucking drive do i have to spell it out for you or what?"

"sorry—" You said, swallowing hard, and began to drive your grandmother's car, doing the most normal thing so that no one would notice that you had a criminal by your side.

Your morale started to hit you as you drove down the road, Kai constantly checking the rearview mirrors as your hands trembled and grasped the steering wheel.

A few minutes later Kai sighed and rested his hand on your thigh. "Good job."

You glanced at him and continued driving. "Then I'll take you home...with me."

He looked at you and let out a mocking laugh. "There's no way I'm letting your old grandmother hear us having sex."

You groaned and sighed, looking ahead, your fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

"drop the whole fucking "old" or "dying grandmother! I remind you that you are sitting on HER CAR." You yelled at him and that alone was enough to turn him on, he laughed looking at you and raised the hand that was resting on your thigh to your cheek, poking it with his finger.

You shook your head away from him, this bastard. If he wasn't so hot and you didn't have a mental hospital complex you'd dump him in the middle of the road.

It was around 2 pm when you and Kai arrived at your grandmother's house, the old lady didn't notice when you smuggled him into the house, and now both of you had locked yourselves in your room.

He looked around with a raised eyebrow and threw the guard cap he wore to the ground revealing his...attractive buzzcut that he told you before used to have long, electric blue dyed hair.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from a room in your name." He said, pointing at the One Direction posters around him.

"Leave that alone, they've been there for years," you said, overwhelmed and worried that your grandmother would come in. At which, Kai came after you, hugging you from behind, his long, veiny hands touching your stomach.

"Shhh, she's not going to notice. Plus, she seems to have a hearing problem," he whispered in your ear in a low, husky voice, making your stomach fill with butterflies and your panties feel wet. The tip of his nose began to slide over your ear down to your neck, inhaling your scent as you closed your eyes and lowered your hands over his.

His lips began to plant soft kisses on your neck, slowly opening his mouth to mark you with his hickeys...and his hips, beginning to grind against your ass through the pants you both wore.

"fuck, you made me so hard." he whispered, moving his hands down to your pants as he slowly ground the bulge in his pants into your ass, his hands agilely unbuttoning your pants. "I told you I would reward you for being a good girl." he whispered teasing you.

His fingers slowly opened the button of your pants and slowly lowered the zipper, his left hand entering your pants and then sliding under your panties, feeling how you were getting wet from the way he touched you.

"I know you were touching yourself thinking of me," he smiled, as if he had actually been watching you before. Yes, you had done it so many times that you lost count.

His middle finger began to slide up and down your pussy slit, collecting your wetness as he continued to grind behind you. His lips moving back up to your ear to bite your lobe.

"What about you?" you whispered back, wishing he had at least touched himself with you in mind. Just then, his finger collecting your wetness pressed against the tiny nub of nerves on your clit, making you gasp and push your hips back bumping against his pelvis in those pants..

"So many times. I slid my hand up and down my length with the same hand I'm using to touch you," he whispered to you, his voice ragged as his finger moved nimbly in circles over your clit making you gasp. "And then I came so much that I moaned your name...imagining you riding me in many positions."

You swallowed hard as the very finger that was playing with your clit slid down pushing itself inside your entrance, soon joined by another finger to begin moving his fingers inside of you followed by a sound of skin rubbing together.

You started to moan quietly, afraid that your grandmother would hear you. Kai slid his free hand, which he wasn't using, inside your shirt to feel your breasts, the ones he talked to you about so much, the ones he even masturbated thinking about.

He rested his forehead on your shoulder as you threw your head back, his fingers pushing back and forth inside you making you open your mouth and release small moans, as he hit that good spot, his hand that was resting on your breasts, began to squeeze them hard as if they were going to run away from him, feeling your erect nipple between his fingers.

"My cock is going to explode if I don't fuck you" he whispered with a slight husky laugh, and quickly pushed you onto your bed. Realizing what you were going to do... you were about to have sex with a criminal who escaped from prison to get revenge on a woman but now you had him in front of you, unbuttoning his pants so he could fuck you.

You, while he was undressing, took the opportunity to finish taking off your pants and your underwear, revealing your body, in his eyes you were perfect. He didn't even make sure to take off all his clothes, just his shirt revealing his well-formed chest and back...his perfect abdomen and V zone.

Moving closer to you and pushing your legs open as he pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers, which sprang free from its confiness the tip leaking precum. You swallowed hard as you noticed the incredible size he had between his legs, not exactly the biggest but not the smallest either... in fact, a good size... just enough to make you drip.

Spitting on his fingers to rub them over your pussy making sure you were completely soaked while his other hand worked on stroking himself sliding the precum into the base of it, bucking his hips forward to rub the tip of his cock up and down your pussy slit making you gasp, wanting to just impale yourself on his erection.

"fuck..." he whispered, and simply pushed himself inside you, having a little difficulty. But once inside you he adjusted both forearms to the sides of your head and began to move, kissing your neck. "So tight" he whispered as he moved, both of you panting and releasing breaths at the same time, your hands squeezing his back as his movements began to get a little hard.

The bed cracking with each hard thrust he gave, his lips moving down to your exposed erect nipples and sucking on each one, his pelvis slamming hard against your pussy as his balls slammed into your ass. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

You closed your eyes tightly, starting to moan louder and as if he was aware, he brought his hand to your mouth to silence you by squeezing it there tightly. "Shut up, we don't want to draw the old lady's attention."

You began to moan more and more, your sounds muffled by his hand as the bed cracked more and the headboard slammed against the wall, if he tried to be quiet, no shit you could still hear the bed.

But you both were about to cum and he just made sure you did, he slid his free hand between your legs again and started rubbing your clit rapidly while you tried to close your legs but the pressure of his thrusts didn't let you. So you responded by moaning loudly and scratching his back, arching your back.

Soon, he began to cum, painting your insides white as your hips shook, taking him all in...slowly cumming as well, milking his cock.

He pulled his hand away from your mouth as you gasped for air, your face red as he took the opportunity to lightly bite your nipple.

"I could fuck you again and again," he assured, looking up and staring into your eyes.

"Make sure you do it after you claim that position tomorrow." You whispered about what he would do to stop Ally from winning the election.

"Calm down princess. That position has always been mine" he brought his face closer to yours biting your lower lip lightly. "and you are my first lady."

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nephilamb · 9 months ago

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sad to say i’m already yours colin zabel x gn!reader

a/n : okay omg it’s happening. beware of the cringe conversation and pathetic angst i really wanna punch myself in the face. no warning, this just too rush and lame and pretty basic also apologies if its weird cuz english isn’t my first im so so so so sorry. i just love colin sm. 1k wc.

this wasn’t the first time colin shut one's eyes to your presence. you’ve grown very used to his demanding job that takes energy, time, and even attention, which often makes you feel like you’re just a second priority. or perhaps not even counted. you think these all are pretty normal because colin is a very capable and responsible when it comes to work. and you get it.

you frequently texted him asking if he’s working late again. the dinner you’d prepared often ended up in the fridge. you waited for him with the light of the television or with an open book on your lap, while your eyes close from weariness. alone. his reply always comes with an apology buried in his deep voice. you get it.

sometimes you choose to sleep first, only to be awakened by the creaking of the door. your man, with his tired face, throws himself onto your shared bed.

"rough day?"

colin just nods, burying his face in the pillow with a long sigh.

“wanna talk about it?”

“can’t.”

he clearly didn’t have much contribution for the conversation he’ll just kill it. also, colin would likely act as if you weren’t there, so you just smile at his brief response. you actually not sure if you want to cry or laugh at that. the cases that colin handles are sometimes too horrific to share. besides, they’re confidential. you genuinely respect how dedicated your man is to his job. you get it.

colin turns his head slightly toward you, his eyes half-closed. you move closer, give him a quick kiss on his cheek and say goodnight. colin, already asleep, faster than you thought, doesn’t even flinch, nor does he say it back.

for days, communication between you two hasn’t been that intense— no dinners together, no movie nights like you used to plan on weekends, no dates. when was the last time you became intimate with each other? probably two weeks ago. or three? four? you get it.

“want me to make you some snacks?”

“no, that's okay baby.”

his voice was soft, and somehow, ironically you miss him so bad even though he was right next to you.

“i heard there’s a new coffee shop and they have like bunch of pet inside, interesting 'right?”

"uh-huh"

"yeah they have puppies! i really wanna go there,”

“sure. can we talk later, baby? i’m busy right now.”

although he comes home every day, sleeping in the same bed with you, his presence just clearly made you felt nothing but more alone. it hurts to see him come home every night as if you’re just a place to stay. never home, probably just a hostel. how cruel if he’d forgotten your efforts, how you filled his empty cup after what his ex did to him. you didn’t take the easy route to win him over. or maybe you were never capable to replace her in the first place? where did you went wrong? isn't it ironic to think how heartbreaking and sad that you already belong to him?

that day, he forgot his breakfast, and even the coffee you have made remained untouched. how long this has to continue? you don’t hate him, not for a second. it’s just that your efforts to make him happy always seemed to fail.

“colin, we need to talk.”

“about what?”

it takes courage for you to start this conversation. you’re actually scared to bring it up because colin might think you’re overreacting.

“i always tell myself that you don’t mean to hurt me— which makes it less painful. but you know what? you never really see me.”

you slowly touch his hand, feels the veins through his skin, strong beneath your fingers, firm and solid.

he gives you a crooked smile. “what’s wrong with you? of course i see you,”

“no. i know you’re busy with work, but… col, i’m right here. how long do i have to hold on to this if you keep acting like that? i can’t take it anymore,”

“baby, i have work to do,”

“oh can we talk later? we never really talk later. why can’t you at least recognize my existence that i’m here? talk to me,”

a bitter taste filled your mouth. it hurts to face colin's expression, one that looks disgusted with you—at least, that’s what you think. now he’ll even hate you because you crave his attention.

“okay, i’m sorry i’m always busy, it’s not my fault it takes up a lot of my time as if i have choices. but i promise—“

“no. stop,” you shook your head, protesting with what colin said.

“stop what?”

“you talk to me like i’m stupid. i’m not stupid. i didn’t blame your job, i would never,”

“i know you’re not stupid, but you did blame me for a stupid reason,”

there his classic maneuver. his words seem like a clever observation to shift the blame, but it's all wrong. that’s not the issue, it never was, and you’ve never blamed his job. your eyes start to fill up with tears, and soon they’ll spill over. the lines on colin's face looks vividly serious, gazing you with intense look.

“t-this is why your ex—"

colin’s hand quickly grabs your jaw. it’s not rough, but enough to surprise you and make you stop your sentence. you gasped at his furrowed brows, his expression so tense with his wide-open eyes.

“don’t.”

you immediately regret it. you didn’t mean to brought up his past, you truly didn’t intended to hurt him.

“please, don’t.” his hand is still gripping your jaw, but his fingers start to loosen, and his thumb gently strokes your cheek. your eyes are still locked with him, and then you realize that what you see in colin’s eyes isn’t anger. it was fear.

you throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, muttering apologies between soft sobs. colin wraps his arms around you, holding you tight by the waist. he hides his face on your neck, pressing his body into yours with all his strength.

“colin, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry…”

for a moment, he becomes a complete silent. letting you stay in each other’s embrace. then he finally speaks.

“don’t leave me. please, not again.”

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