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TEMPTER, OR THE TEMPTED?

── kai anderson x fem! reader

part II of SWEET PUNISHMENTS

warnings: mdni! edging. cockwarming. dub con. unprotected p in v. exhibitionism. name calling. not proofread + english is not my first language

a/n: this was kinda rushed cuz i was sick when i wrote this one... apologies if there’s any misspelling!!

The clock hung on the wall to your left, its numbers just out of your line of sight, as if making a mockery of your inability to tell how much time had passed. It felt like hours since Kai forced you to sit on his cock during a cult meeting. As a punishment.

Oh fuck.

Your thighs gave a telltale quiver, and then you felt the warm gush of your arousal dribbling onto Kai’s trousers. Panicked, you casually glanced around the crowed basement. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice, since their eyes were glued on the Divine Ruler.

Unfortunately, Kai noticed. Pausing mid-sentence, he leaned his face near your ear in a conspiratorial manner.

“Poor lamb… can’t control yourself, hm?”

He chuckled darkly before turning his attention back to his gang of loyal lapdogs.

“Boys! Remember what I said about porno?”

Kai hollered on top of his lungs, right next to your ear which made you wince. Obnoxious creep. Murmurs of agreement rippled through the men, punctuated by an overly enthusiastic “Hell fucking yes!” by that suck-up nicknamed Speedwagon whom you especially despised.

“Are we allowed to watch it?”

He screamed. Again, the room chorused in unison— “No!” “Fuck no!” and “Porn makes you weak!” A sinister smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he nodded, satisfied.

“Your leader has taught you well. In that case, guess what boys, you're in for a treat today!”

With that, he grabbed you by the elbows and hoisted you off his lap as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. Before you could react, you found yourself sprawled on the floor.

A shocked gasp, and then someone (you suspected it was that fuckass dickhead Gary) let out a wolf-whistle. You realised in sickening horror, how pathetic you must looked—your hair was a disheveled mess, the miniskirt and the lack of panties displayed your lower regions to Kai and the rest of the men to gawk at.

Embarrassment burned hot against your cheeks as you fought to suppress a sob that had been welling up in your chest. Twenty-two pairs of eyes bore into you, a mixture of shock, amusement, and silent judgment.

“Discipline. That’ll do you good,”

Kai clicked his tongue reproachfully before bending down, administrating two, harsh slaps across your ass. You whimpered, because it stung but mostly out of humiliation. You started to crawl, military style on your elbows in a feeble attempt to escape.

“Just where do you think you’re going, lamb?”

Amused, he allowed you to get a few feet away before he squatted down and grabbed you roughly by the ankles, dragging you back towards him. Frantically, you scrambled desperately to find purchase on the carpet, your nails leaving marks like a silly cartoon cat.

The urge to kick him in the face was dangerously tempting. Kai was going to carry out his threat, because you fully knew he had no issues with having sex in front the cult. In fact, the idea was probably even more gratifying to him to see everyone's reaction to your humiliation.

Twisted, sick fuck that he was.

And yet, why did this shit turned you on?

Perhaps you were as sick as he was.

“Such a whore for your leaders attention,” he positioned himself behind you, “…Now you’re gonna get what you’ve been begging for. You know why? Because I’m no tyrant; I’m your benevolent, gracious ruler!”

Digging his nails into your hips, Kai slammed his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one, smooth movement. Thanks to the prelude of your punishment, your body had already worked itself well enough to accommodate the full force of his brutality without too much agony.

You cried out when your face rubbed against the coarse texture of the carpet, the friction burning your skin. Even so, the sensation of him filling you felt so exquisitely good that you loathed yourself.

It was only a matter of moments before the men started to get restless; fidgeting in their sleeping bags and looking visibly uncomfortable as they witnessed Kai dole out “punishment”.

“Little slut, gonna fill you up with my divine seed-”

A throaty moan escaped his lips, and then he started to fuck you with earnest. The wet squelches of your connecting bodies ricocheted through the basement, and your back arched every time his hips came in contact with your ass.

Walls constricting around him, you felt the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot again and again, prompting your back to arch like a tightly wound bow. Kai leaned forward, chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered:

“The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?”

At first, the question made absolutely no sense to you. Then it clicked; the theatrical fuck was quoting Shakespeare.

Ridiculous as it seemed, that was all it took to sent you thrashing over the edge. Euphoric waves of pleasure crashed through your body, and Kai was right behind you in his quest for release. In a matter of seconds, rope after rope of his cum was spilling into you, just as he’d promised. Still panting, he pulled out of you with a soft, wet squelch.

Trembling, you stayed sprawled on the floor, the combined release leaking out between your thighs. The room was pin-drop silent. The only sound that could be heard was the rustle of cloth as Kai pulled up his trousers.

“Now boys, tell me. This is way better than PornHub, right?”

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˖ ࣪ ⋆ . ˖ ࣪ ⋆ . ˚ MEET ME IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT ⋆.˚ ☾ .

──𝑨𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

୨ synopsis: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑐𝑒.

୨ warnings: 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 | 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥. 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦. 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑓! 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔). 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣. 𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠.

୨ word count: 1.4k

୨ love, jackie: 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡���𝑐 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘. 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠! ˖⁺⊹.

༄*ⴰ༢

“The moon looks so beautiful tonight,” you sighed, sinking into the plush backseat of the Rolls Royce. The night's feeding had left you all invigorated, the thrill of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“You coming in?” Snowflakes had begun to drift from the sky.

“Yeah,” his gaze flickered briefly toward the darkening sky. Instead of immediately assuming his usual position in the driver's seat, he chose to slide into the seat beside you, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Smiling, you draped both arms over his neck and kissed him. His mouth was soft against yours, his palm slightly cold as it cradled your cheek, fingertips coaxing into your hair.

“What are you thinking about?” You mumbled between kisses, sucking on his tongue, drawing a chuckle from him that mingled with the warmth of his lips on yours.

“This,” His palm slid down your side to your hip, tracing a path down your thigh.

“Mhm,” Scooting closer to the window, you pulled him onto the leather seat cushions, your back pressing against the door. His hand ventured further up your thigh, finding the sensitive dip between your leg and hip, eliciting a small gasp from your lips.

“And this,” Austin knelt on the floorboard, and it was only a matter of time before he was bunching your skirt up to your waist, spreading your thighs apart. His eyes were a shade darker than you could ever remember, like polished obsidian gleaming with an insatiable hunger, yet not for blood. No, that craving had already been sated. Instead, the hunger in his gaze was for something more primal, something that sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“And I thought I was just thirsty for blood,”

a flash of silver caught your eye, and you realized that he had his switchblade out, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he twirled it between his fingers. The flat blade pressed lightly against your leg, the coldness lighting up every cell in your body.. or perhaps it was lust? The sound of nylon ripping jolted you back to reality as Austin deftly dragged the blade, tearing a neat slit in your pantyhose.

“What the-” the tip of the blade disappeared under the opening of your panties, and with a swift flick of his wrist, the delicate fabric ripped. Grabbing fistfuls of the material, he tore it open, shoving the tatters aside. Austin looked up at you with faux innocence, an exaggerated look of surprise.

“Whoopsie…”

“That's the third pair you've ruined this week,” you chided, smacking his head gently.

“Stop wearing them then.”

He smirked before dipping his head between your thighs and exhaling deeply, breath hot and tongue wet against your exposed skin.

“Nectar, gladness of the immortals..”

The way his voice vibrated made coils of heat settle in your lower belly. He then pressed a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh before getting down to business. Warm lips wrapped around your clit, catching it in a tiny whirlpool of wetness and just enough friction. The tip of his tongue massaged the sensitive nerve in a rhythmic, up-and-down motion.

Long, slender fingers; pianist's fingers slid inside you and drew out a harmony of little whimpers and moans as he played you like an instrument…and what a fucking cliché that was, but you couldn’t care less. The way Austin moved with the finesse and grace of a maestro. Every kiss, every clever swipe of his tongue ignited a kaleidoscope of fireworks behind your eyelids.

“Oh God…” you mewled, throwing your head back with a wanton moan. You swore you could feel him smile against your convulsing cunt.

“Mghh- ah, Austin-” the sound of his name leaving your lips encouraged him to widen his mouth to accommodate every inch of your sex. Warmth spread through your entire body like wildfire, and you found yourself arching your back and grinding against his mouth for more pressure.

Each movement of his was orchestrated with precision as if carefully composed notes, building towards a crescendo of pleasure. For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, your entire body surged with a white-hot heat, blinding in its intensity, until the pressure he had been coaxing from you finally reached its peak before exploding like a gentle burst of snowfall or a drizzle of rain. Your body trembled with it, fingers still tangled tightly in his hair.

The Rolls Royce rocked a little when Austin shifted position onto the seat, after an awkward exchange of limbs and rustle of clothes and you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

A single heartbeat as you looked at each other before his gaze dropped to your lips and you tightened your grip on his shoulders, pulling him closer as you devoured his mouth hungrily. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you couldn’t help but grind into his erection, the pressure too enticing to resist.

Hand slid down from his chest to his crotch; fingers deftly wrapping themselves around his shaft and guiding the leaking, angry tip towards your entrance. You moaned in unison as you finally enveloped him to the hilt, straining your neck backward in response to the delicious stretch of him filling you.

There was a sense of rightness, as though your body was made for his and vice-versa. Your eyes fluttered open to see Austin staring back at you, pupils blown wide with a mixture of awe and voracity, the only other times you’ve seen that same look on his face was when he admired his work, entranced by his own brilliance.

Leaning forward with a smirk, you began to slide up and down his shaft, grinding down slowly at first, then faster as you established a rhythm. Thighs clenching, hips rolling forwards, tits bouncing up then down again as your body responded to the movement underneath you.

Austin placed his hands at your waist, encouraging you in time with the rhythm and you quickly slipped into that crescendo, watching his features succumb into animalistic rapture, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He was a beautiful mess beneath you; panting and moaning shamelessly as he met your thrusts, the thick slide of his cock in and out of you, the tip of him reaching that perfect spot every time. Leaning down, you claimed his mouth with yours, feeling his tongue pressing deep inside, swiping at the roof of your mouth as he fucked into you roughly, taking over as you faltered, hands tightening around your hips to steady you. Your breath hitched as you clenched involuntarily around him, prompting him to groan into your mouth.

Having sex with him transcended the tasteless depictions of pornography. It wasn’t just clothes off, fucking, clothes back on; it was an art form unto itself, a masterpiece painted with the hues of love, lust, and longing; melding the provocative with the sublime. This, you thought as you pulled away for a gasp of air, this was making love.

“yeah, just like that- ohh fuck,” he groaned back, his hands gripping your thighs as you started to struggle. A series of whimpers and moans spilled from your lips as you tried to participate, attempting to mimic the same ferocity that he was thrusting up into you, eventually giving up and letting him take control.

“A-Austin,” you gasped, breathless. It took the last vestiges of strength that you held yourself up for a few seconds before collapsing against him like a marionette with the strings cut. Grunting and panting, he caught you by the waist and jerked you down to sheath himself to the hilt on one final, upward thrust. You let out a wail as you felt the first rope of his release shoot inside you, blinding white light blurring the edges of your vision.

You lay in a heap of sweaty skin and limbs and heavy breathing, hands seeking out each other. Soft kisses were exchanged and you nuzzled your cheek against his, him reciprocating by lazily mouthing at your shoulder, teeth grazing against your skin.

A sharp rap on the window interrupted your embrace. Belle Noir peered through the passenger window, staring down at you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Judging by the thin layer of snow dusting on her black coat, she had been standing outside for a while.

“Now, you two lovebirds, time to go.”

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how i look in the mirror knowing that i just had the most fucked up fucking day:

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 // NSFW • MDNI

pairing: Kai Anderson x fem!reader

requested by: @kaislittlelamb

word count: 1975

synopsis: after witnessing the newest cult member’s attempt at hitting you up, kai decides to stake his claim. OR kai is a possessive & jealous bitch

tw: nsfw, cursing, degrading, oral (f receiving), accidental voyeurism, p in v, jealous kai is his own warning, not proofread

“Now, ladies. Make yourselves useful in the kitchen,” Kai’s command sliced through the air, gesturing with a brisk wave of his hand. Winter, Beverly and Ivy began sulking towards the kitchen. You started to follow suit.

“No, not you,” he interjected sharply, halting you in your tracks.

“Stay."

A subtle exchange of confusion flitted between you and Winter, Winter offering you a small, resigned shrug that translated into ‘I-dunno-what-the-fuck-he’s up-to-but-good-luck’ before she disappeared into the kitchen with the others.

Kai guided you wordlessly through the back of the restaurant. His stony demeanor left no room for questions as he swung open the pantry door, waiting for you to step inside. A wave of fear washed over you, rooting your feet to the spot.

“Get the fuck in,” he hissed, shoving you inside and slamming the door close with ominous finality. His seething rage seemed to fill the small space on its own.

“Is something the matter, Divine Ruler?”

Your voice remained relatively calm, but beneath it lay an undercurrent of dread. Kai had never lost his temper with you before, and the fact that you had no clue of what you had actually done to piss him off like this made the situation all the more dangerous.

“I saw your little game earlier," he spat harshly, “With Aerosmith.”

As you were wracking your brains, trying to figure out what Kai was talking about and who the hell was Aerosmith, he turned around slowly, jaw rigid and eyes narrowed. Fury coming off him like a stench.

“Think I haven't noticed? Laughing alongside him, or whoever else catches your eye. Like a fucking whore.”

Your stomach dropped. You hadn't even considered that your interactions with other cult members might draw such scrutiny. Mind racing, you retraced the conversation you'd shared with Aerosmith– No, screw that stupid nickname– Ethan earlier that day, a harmless exchange that you'd assumed was nothing more than friendly banter.

Kai slammed an open palm against the wall beside him, causing you to flinch.  “I didn't realise-” you croaked out feebly, mouth as dry as sandpaper.

“You never do! You’re always so fucking oblivious!” His cheeks flushed with colour, nostrils flaring. When he spoke again, it was in a low drawl. Calm. Menacing.

“You've always been my favourite.”

Advancing with slow, measured steps, his boots echoing against the linoleum floor.

“Those missions—I gave you the most difficult ones for a reason. To toughen you up, make you stronger,”

Like a wolf slowly closing in on its prey.

“I singled you out, gave you more. And you...”

Looming over, he trapped you against the pantry shelves. Your faces inches apart.

“What am I going to do with you?”

He paused, taking a moment to study you, large hand lifting to cup your cheek, carefully drinking in every detail. The gesture itself was oddly tender; that fleeting touch of intimacy. Juxtaposing his aggression mere seconds before. There was a moment that he looked like he might say something more, but then he quickly snapped out of it, breaking the spell.

His hand moved down to your neck, giving it a possessive squeeze before he leaned forward, crushing his lips against yours. 

For a moment, there was just dry pressure, an awkward clash of teeth. His hands found your upper arms, hoisting you to a sitting position on the folding table. With a low growl, he forcefully worked your mouth open, coaxing your tongue against his. The acrid tang of Adderall invaded your senses, intermingling with his lust, frustration and jealousy. 

His grip on you loosened briefly, tongue slipping out of your mouth as he mumbled gruffly against your lips,

“You’re mine,”

Kai let the words hang in the air for a second, before crashing his lips back onto yours, swallowing any further protests you might have had. Nudging your head to the side, he ravaged your neck with a series of wet kisses interspersed with sharp nips of his teeth. Mouth swiftly moving down your neck, hungrily marking any exposed patch of skin he had access to.

With one hand entangled in your hair and the other securing your waist, he systematically disheveled your composed appearance. The bruises and bite marks adorning your neck conveyed a clear message: Kai was staking his claim, marking his territory.

You were his; always have been.

Perhaps this realisation had only just dawned on you, but from the moment Kai set his sights on you, he’d already decided that you belonged to him.

And Kai would do anything to get what he wants. 

To your utter bewilderment, he sank to his knees before you, staring up with those penetrating dark eyes. Pale face peeked out from behind a veil of stringy blue hair, illuminated by the dim overhead lighting which formed a sort of fucked-up blue halo.

Hands finding their way to your hips, long fingers gently hooking themselves under your waistband. His throat bobbed once, a subtle rise and fall before he spoke up:

“Let me worship you,” 

Your jeans and panties fell to the floor with a muffled thud that was barely registered; the only sound was the pounding of your own heart. Kai took small intake of breath, wetting his lips as he took in the sight of your nether regions. Hands placed firmly on your knees as his head dipped between your thighs.

“Fuck.. I’ve barely even touched you and you're already drenched,” he muttered, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You gasped, eyes fluttering open to glance down at him. His nose was gently bumping against your sex, akin to nuzzling a lover. An act that you found to be incredibly repulsive and arousing at the same time. Then he licked a hot stripe between your folds.

Clenching the sleeve of your sweater, you pressed it against your mouth to stifle a moan that was welling inside your chest. Praying that nobody could hear the debauchery occurring. 

Kai dipped his head to nibble teasingly at your clit, eliciting a small whimper. “Mhm.. you taste so fuckin..” he inhaled deeply before diving back between your thighs. “So fucking delicious,” he groaned, words reverberating against your throbbing core. 

The doorknob clicked, and you hastily tried to kick him away from you. Kai’s bruising grip on your hips was unrelenting as he continued to lap greedily between your thighs. 

Seconds later the door flew open. A shriek, followed by the clattering of a large metal bowl as it tumbled to the floor, a cloud of spices billowing into the air. Ivy Mayfair-Richards stood frozen by the doorway, her perpetually pinched-up face now flushed a bright shade of pink, eyes wide like saucers. She stumbled back, slamming the pantry door shut.

Cheeks aflame with embarrassment, you slapped your hands over face, unable to shake off the shame. At least it wasn't Winter, or Beverly who had walked in. The idea of either of them witnessing Divine Ruler stationed between your thighs and devouring your pussy like an ice cream cone was nothing short of mortifying. Ivy, you didn’t really gave a shit about. A small part of you even wished it was Meadow who had barged in.  

“You enjoyed that, didn't you?” Kai mumbled, breaking your train of thought. You could practically feel his smirk against your pussy.

“Fuck, taking my tongue so good, little slut.” He continued his attack on your cunt, a mix of kitten licks and hungry swipes. Taking his sweet time to torture you methodically. Tremors built in your thighs as he gradually picked up pace, your fingers tangling in his hair, nails digging into his scalp, which prompted a low groan from him.

You wanted to beg, plead with him to let you cum, but you also knew any words from your mouth would encourage him to do the exact opposite. 

Kai had a fine skill in both bestowing pleasure and meting out punishment. It was his way.

“Kai...” The soft whimper left your lips as he sucked harshly on your clit, picking up pace. It was enough to send you over the edge. You were close, painfully close. Kai seemed to know as much, because he stopped abruptly and rose to his feet when you started trembling.

“Now, not yet,”

He spun you around roughly, forcing you to bend over the table. He kicked apart your legs and lined himself behind you, then you heard the sound of his fly being yanked open. Finally, the feel of every ridge and vein rubbing tantalisingly against your dripping entrance.

“P-please..” you groaned, trying to buck your hips backwards. No such luck. Kai had pressed the flat of his palms against your shoulders, anchoring you firmly against the table. “Please what?” he whispered, tongue flicking lazily at the lobe of your ear.

“Tell me what you want, lamb.”

The very end of his tip pressed inside you, eliciting a whimper from your lips.

“I want.. want you inside me. Please,”

“There you go,”

The moment he slid inside, you both let out a simultaneous groan. The sensation of his hot, panting mouth at your ear, his sack smacking rhythmically against your cunt. He pressed in deeper and circled his hips, stirring and squelching inside you as you gasped and groaned.

“You really are...” Kai chuckled, his voice a bit strained, “my hot little slut. So fucking tight for daddy’s cock. You know that? I love it,” He reached around, slowly curling his fingers around your windpipe possessively.

“Took you so long to figure it out. That this pussy was being held in trust, aching for my cock.” He pressed himself so deep inside you could feel his every throb and twitch, his eagerness to pump you full.

“To carve out a space for myself here. Right here,” Hand sliding down to press between your hipbones, grazing against the slight bulge on your belly as his cock settled in there, where it belonged. He paused for a second to keep himself from coming too soon, tugging irritably at his balls to adjust.

As he panted into your sweat-slicked shoulder, you took the advantage to ease to your forearms and work yourself back on his cock.

Arching your back like a cat, you made languid figure eights with your hips. The wet schlick shlick sounds of your cunt swallowing his cock and your combined moaning ricocheted off the pantry walls, a steady cadence.

A downright animalistic groan escaped his lips.

“Oh my- f-fuck...”

If his gruff voice was sexy, then Kai Anderson moaning in your ear as he neared climax was a pure, sinful delight.

Abandoning all efforts to last longer, Kai went completely feral. Gauging his nails into your hips with bruising force as he scrambled for control. With each powerful thrust, the table lurched forward, tipping dangerously. You had no choice but to grip the sides, bracing yourself against it as he drove into you again and again.

His movements became sloppy and less calculated as he neared his peak.

“Cum for me, babygirl,”

Those words sent you over the edge, vision momentarily going black as your toes curled. Your legs trembled as he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt before releasing a torrent of thick, warm cum inside you. He bucked his hips languidly a few more times, spending himself in a series of residual jerks inside you.

All the while, his hand remained pressed to your belly, rubbing circles as his cock continued to twitch and spasm, grinding his creamy cum as deep as it could go.

Heavy breathing. Wet, sloppy kisses on the nape of your neck, your shoulder. The lingering scent of exotic spice mixed with sex heavy in the air.

“You’re mine now,” he grunted against the back of your neck.

“Fucking get used to it.” 

A/N: english is not my first language, if you find any grammatical / spelling errors, please let me know. comments, feedback, likes, requests, and reblogs are deeply appreciated! btw the word count is 1975 and coincidentally one of my favourite bands of all time :)

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

✧. pairings ─ kai anderson x fem! reader

✧. genre ─ smut

✧. requested by ─ anon

✧. summary ─ you and kai had a fight. he tries to make it up to you by being.. more gentle (at least by his standards)

✧. warnings ─ swearing, fingering, p in v, cockwarming

✧. word count ─ 1k

You lay curled up in bed, the covers tangled around you, mindlessly scrolling through social media while seething with anger. You and Kai had a fight, the kind that echoed with screams and cacophonies of fury. As the clock struck 11 p.m., that rage had congealed into a dark despair.

“I won't cry for this man, not again.”

You vowed to yourself.

Fuck.

Fuck Kai Anderson. Screw him for making you feel this way. You loved him when all reason begged you to hate him, and you clung to that love even as you wished to be free from it. You were so crazy about him, the lines between love and loathing had blurred into an indistinguishable haze.

The door creaked open, casting a sliver of yellow light into your darkened bedroom. You assumed it was Winter, always ready to salvage the wreckage left behind by her older brother. You kept your gaze fixed on your phone screen, not bothering to turn around. You waited for her reassuring words. Nothing. Silence hung in the air before the mattress groaned under an unexpected weight.

It wasn't Winter. It was someone else, the last person on earth you’d expect to come in.

Kai.

He settled silently beside you, his presence filling the room without uttering a single word. Kai's nearness was like a bridge to a fragile ceasefire. He didn't reach out to touch you—not yet, at least. He remained still, a statue carved from stone, his breathing a steady, rhythmic cadence that filled the space between you. Time stretched thin, a fragile thread holding you together. It was a delicate balance, teetering on the edge of reconciliation or further discord.

In the dimness, his hazel eyes bore into yours. A moment suspended between animosity and affection. Then he closed the distance between you, his chapped lips brushing against yours in a tentative, almost chaste kiss.

Now that was something new.

Anger replaced by intrigue, you reached out a hand, fingers tracing the contours of Kai’s jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the connection. Then he opened his eyes again.

"May I?"

His voice, usually commanding, was tinged with a raw edge. You hesitated for a fraction of a second, before nodding slowly. His hands were immediately all over you, clawing open your shirt while you wriggled out of your jeans and panties. Once you were entirely bare in front of him, he crashed his lips onto yours; this time full force, your teeth gnashing awkwardly together as he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, the bitter tang of Adderall assaulting your taste buds. His hand, gentle but still possessive, cradled the base of your skull.

Kai groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt, already begging for him. He let a glob of his saliva dribble down onto your parted folds, his fingers stopping to circle the spot just above the aching hood of your clitoris. Then, without warning, he plunged inside, his digits stretching you; massaging your velvety walls with such methodical precision that it made your toes curl. While his hand worked, Kai busied himself on your breasts, sucking and nibbling on them, making soft, popping suction sounds with his mouth. Slowly dragging his tongue up your jugular, teeth grazing against soft skin. He could tell that you were impatient; as you writhed and squirmed beneath him. He raised his head; eyebrows arched in a silent query.

“Want more?”

“Stop teasing. Give me everything. Now.”

You growled, resisting the urge to slap the complacent smirk off his face. It was a risky move on your part, mouthing off him like that; there was a great possibility that he’d simply leave you alone and needy on your bed. But not tonight.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

He cooed mockingly as he made quick work of his fly. He was rock-hard; that much was obvious. Already oozing onto his fingers.

Then he pushed himself inside you, agonizingly slow and deliberate. A far cry from the aggressive, rage-fuelled fucking. Your walls constricted around him tightly; Kai wasn't even halfway inside, pausing a few seconds so you could relax and adjust to the sheer size of his length that almost split you apart. He worked himself deeper with a tenderness that he’d never displayed before, his heavy balls resting against your ass when he groaned from just how deep he was inside of you, realizing that he could now see himself bulging through your abdomen.

“Ah, fuck.. you’re so fucking perfect.."

He held you firmly beneath him as his hips began to rock; picking up pace. Before long, your hips were arching up into his, your spine curving as you worked to match his thrusts. The room echoed with the obscene sounds of your bodies — the smack of flesh against flesh. The way he grunted into the crook of your shoulder, hot breath tickling your ear, all of it made goosebumps blossom across your skin.

He raised his head once more, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips before he started on your neck again. The brief glimpse of his visage was a stark contrast to the cold determination you’ve witnessed in him on countless other nights where he’d fucked you into oblivion. The steely resolve, the animalistic lust, had softened into something more human, something more.. loving. The last lucid thought that clanged into your mind, seconds before the organism hit was:

You were making love. With Kai Anderson. Who would’ve thought it possible?

•••

The room wreaked of sex and sweat. He was curled behind you, an arm thrown lazily over your waist, face nestled in the curve of your shoulder. He let out a shuddering sigh as his cock twitched inside you. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand, locking your pinky fingers in the ritual where truth was the only currency.

Pinky to pinky; flesh to flesh.

The words tumbled out in a murmur that was tentative; almost bashful, but you heard it with absolute clarity:

“…I love you,"

✧. a/n —english is not my first language, so there may be grammatical errors resulting from the lack of proofreading and my incompetence. constructive criticism and feedback are greatly appreciated!

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