Superstitious (Kai Anderson x reader)
“swear on your life you don’t want me.”
warnings: smut. penetration w/o protection. dom!kai. oral (reader receiving). light degradation & taunting. bdsm themes. kinky. idk what else prob smth
You were Winter’s best friend since middle school. Two girls who grew up to have the same values, the same beliefs, and a lot of love for each other. She took care of you, you took care of her.
Every Saturday, you went over to her house for dinner. Sometimes you’d go out to parties, some nights you’d stay in and watch a movie.
So, as always, you knock on Winter’s door at 6pm on Saturday evening with a bag of take-out hanging from your left arm. You waited at the door, almost going to knock again, just before the door swung open, her asshole brother Kai, not Winter, standing at the door. “Hm. My favorite little brat. What can I do for you?” He cocked his head to the side, leaning his arm against the door.
“Uh… I’m looking for Winter?” You say, sliding sideways passed him, underneath his arm.
“She didn’t text you?” he asked.
“No, why?”
“She’s gonna be out tonight. She went to campaign. I thought you were going with her!”
“Oh, fuck!” you say, “I totally forgot. I’m such a flake.”
“It’s fine. She’s good on her own.”
“And she called me this morning. Damn. Whatever, I’m going next weekend. It’s fine,” you say, mostly to yourself. Then you turn and reach out to open the door.
“Hey, wait!” he called out, “You’re taking the food?”
“What, you want it?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, holding out the bag.
“Are you kidding?” he said, taking the bag from your hand and placing it on the table.
“Alright, see ya,” you wave dismissively.
“Bye, slut,” he responded, sitting down at the table.
You get in your car and turn the keys. The car stalls. Shit. You turn the keys again. The engine sputters.
You walk back into the house, your keys swinging around your finger. Kai is lifting weights in the living room when you get back in. He stops to turn and look at you. Those muscles. “Hey, big guy, any idea how to fix an old Honda?”
“Yeah. Get a fuckin’ new car,” he laughs to himself.
“Kai, seriously,” you say with a whiny tone, pouting.
He caves, exhaling. “Fine. You owe me.”
He saunters out to the car, popping the hood. He looks at it for a few minutes. “Well, I could fix it, but my box is in my car. Winter has it,” he says, leaning on the front of the car, crossing his arms.
“Shit,” You say.
“You can wait here ‘til she gets back,” he smirks.
“Uhm, I think I’ll walk home,” You say, looking him up and down, “Thanks…”
“Walk home? Across town? Alright,” he says, slamming the hood shut then walking back toward the house.
You looking down the street, the wind hitting your face, freezing cold. “Ugh,” you say, then run up behind Kai. He holds the door open for you.
“Attagirl,” he says, smirking.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t be a bitch or I’ll make you walk home.”
“You wouldn’t,” you say, smirking, leaning against the doorway.
“I would,” he says, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I totally would.”
You walk to the sink. He watches you bend over the counter slightly and reach up on your tippy toes. “Why are your glasses all the way up on that shelf?” You say, frustrated.
He walks up behind you, grabbing a glass. He then raises his hand to hold up the glass out of your reach. You look at him in frustration. “Come get it,” he smirks.
“Kai, stop,” you say.
“Come get it or I’m not giving it to you.”
“Ugh!” you say, then try to reach up to grab the glass. He lowers it, then pulls it away. You reach up again. “Please?” you ask.
“There we go,” he says, handing you the glass. “Was that so hard?”
“You are a huge dick,” you say, filling up the glass.
“You wanna know about my huge dick?” he whispers in your ear from behind you.
You cringe, scrunching your nose, “Ugh! Gross.” You turn around, taking a sip from your glass.
“Right,” he smirks. He looks down at you, cornering you into the counter, slowly, so you almost don’t notice it. “So you don’t ever think about me?”
“What?” you say, turning red, putting the glass down.
“You don’t think about me fucking you? Ever? You’ve never thought about it once?” he says, leaning his arm on the cabinet.
“I- No! No, I haven’t,” you affirm.
“Really? Swear on your life?” he smirks.
“What?”
“Do you swear on your life you’ve never thought about me fucking you?”
“That’s not fair. You know I’m superstitious about that. I don’t know everything I’ve ever thought!” you retort.
“Fine. Swear on your life you don’t want me. Swear on your life in the past week you haven’t thought about me fucking you and liked it?”
“I,” you pause, panicking. “Fuck this! I’m not doing this with you.”
“I knew it!” he smirks, “I knew you had a crush on me,” he says victoriously, backing away from you completely.
“Oh, you are such an asshole!” you shout, embarrassed.
“And you like it, that’s the fucked up part,” he says.
“Stop,” you glare at him, blushing a deep red, “Seriously.”
He walks up to you again, pressing your back against the counter, putting one hand on the back of your neck, one on your waist. Your breath hitches. Your chest heaves. You blush, looking up at him, eyes flickering all across his face.
“Right,” he smirks, nodding like he had just proven what he knew all along. “Swear on your life you aren’t wet as fuck right now.”
He’s a fucking sadist.
“Kai, please,” you say breathlessly.
“Do it. Do it or I’ll find out myself,” he whispers in your ear.
You feel like you’re drowning, your breath is so heavy. He is relentless.
He waits a moment, smirking at your silence. He then puts his hand down your leggings, over your underwear. When he feels a large pool of wetness through the lacy fabric, he closes his eyes for a moment. “Fuck,” he whispers.
He pulls his hand back up, making sure to brush his fingers over your clit long enough that you ache when he puts his hand back around your waist, pulling you against him.
“How long have you had a crush on me?” he says, looking you in your eyes.
“I don’t know,” you breathe.
“Nah, you do. Tell me,” he said quickly, confidently, the words almost stringing together into one word.
“I don’t know, a couple years,” you mumble.
“A couple years?” he laughs. He slides his hand down over your leggings between your legs again, “Shit, you must like this then.” He rubs you, sliding his hand roughly, even possessively, farther down and up, his middle finger in line with your clit.
You moan, leaning your head against his chest. “Yeah… Yeah, you do,” he says in a mocking tone. You can hear his malevolent smirk. “You like it a lot.”
He uses his other hand to wrap around where your jaw meets your neck, forcing your face up to look at him. “So you do want my huge dick?”
You stare at him, biting your lip. Were you really about to fuck your best friend’s brother? Really? Seriously? No. You should say no. You’re gonna say no.
“Yes.” Shit.
He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips, holding you by the back of your head, stroking your hair, and around your waist. You lean your head over his shoulder. He carries you to his room.
He throws you onto his bed.
“You’re a fuckin’ slut,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you, positioned between your legs.
“Not usually,” you deny mindlessly.
He grabs your breasts through your shirt, letting out a low growl. “So you’re just my slut, then?”
You look up at him. “I didn’t say that.”
He then pulls your one leg farther towards him so you’re forced on your side, then he smacks your ass hard through your leggings. You gasp, then blush.
He raises his hand again, smirks and brings it down harder than the first time. You whimper. He rears his hand up one more time, then stutters, searching for your anticipation. He sees your expression carved into your profile. Were you… smiling?
He was rock solid now.
“Shit, you like that?” he laughs. “Anybody ever do that to you before?” he pushes you again onto your back.
“Uh-uh,” you respond.
“Yeah… you are my little slut,” he affirms. Then, he kisses you deeply, holding you by the back of the neck, his other hand wandering down your body, squeezing periodically.
You lean up suddenly, so he offers no resistance. You put your hands up his shirt, pulling it up. He leans down to allow you to pull it over his head. You through it onto the floor.
Everything accelerates viciously after this one move.
He pulls off your shirt, throwing it to the floor. You begin to unbuckle his belt, and he attempts to pull off your pants. It’s chaotic; your hands are clashing, you’re getting in each others’ way.
It becomes, to Kai, at least, a race to see who can get the other bare faster.
Obviously, Kai wins. He pushes your hands to the side many times, pulling your leggings over your legs, unclasping your bra with his one hand (concerning, but you ignore it), throwing it to the floor. Then, he leans down to your hip bones and he pulls your underwear off with his teeth.
You haven’t even finished unbuckling his pants.
He throws your body so your head is against his pillows. He crawls up to you, leaning over you, necklace hanging in your face.
He’s a fucking animal.
Just like you imagined.
He kisses you harshly, nearly biting you. Then, he kneels, legs tucked under themselves, widely spread. He pulls your body up, wrapping you around his waist again. He is holding onto your entire body like his life depends on it, kissing down your neck, sucking on your collar bone. You are scratching at his back, head tilted to the bed, eyes closed.
He throws you back down again, then puts his head between your thighs.
“So easy to toss around,” he talks against you.
He begins working on you with his tongue. You wrap your fingertips in his hair, tugging at it, pressing his face farther into you.
He takes only a few moments of this before he comes back so his face is in line with yours. He grabs your wrists and presses them together above your head. He squeezes them hard for emphasis.
“Don’t move them,” he whispers. You know he’s serious.
He leans back down, continuing to you work you with his tongue. He wraps his arms around the highest place of your thigh, pulling you down into his face.
Your back arches and he chuckles against you. The vibration shakes to your core.
It hits you all at once and you unravel beneath his mouth. It’s so intense you convince yourself you’ve died for a moment.
He leans himself back up to hover over you, wiping his mouth with his hand.
You stare up at him in admiration. He does not miss this. You keep your hands above your head.
He pulls his belt off, laying it next to both of you. Then, he pulls his pants down, along with his boxers, all in one smooth movement.
Fuck. He wasn’t kidding.
What were you even supposed to do with it? Surely all of him wouldn’t even fit inside you.
He smirked as he saw your train of thought reflected on your face.
In one swift motion, he flipped you over so you were on top of him, hovering over his thighs.
He leaned up, grabbing your wrists, putting them together behind your back.
He held them together with his one hand, grabbing his belt with the other. Then, with a few moments and his two hands behind your back, looking into your eyes, he tied your wrists together. You struggled against the leather, but the crafty contraption was totally foolproof.
Then, he grabbed your hips, leaning back to rest his back on the two pillows stacked against his headboard.
“You okay?” he asked with a genuine smile, putting his hand on your arm.
“Very,” you nod.
“Good,” he said, and that was all he needed. He put his hand back on your hip, lifting your body up so you were hovering over his length. “Breathe,” he commanded.
You took a deep breath and he sunk himself into slowly, pulling you down onto him. You dropped your head back, letting a moan escape.
He groaned, also leaning his head back, “Holy shit,” he dragged out the words. “Holy shit. Fuck.”
His grip loosened on your hips as he was fully submerged in you. “Woah,” he whispered. You smiled at the commentary.
He kept his hand on you, pushing you back and forth. You worked on him, rolling your hips and pushing yourself up and down on top of him.
You moaned out as he thrusted himself up into you slightly. It had to be at least eight, you thought.
You both move against each other with an intense rhythm, your hands behind your back, his traveling all across your upper half.
He watches you intently, his mind worshipping the sight of all of you on top of him like this, eyes gliding down your hips, over your stomach, your face as you bit your lip and closed your eyes in ecstasy. He groans deeply, almost growling, digging his fingertips into your hips.
He pushes himself forward so he’s sitting, his one hand behind his back, propping himself up.
You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back and forth against himself, the entire warmth whole bodies in full contact.
“Fuck, Kai!” you moan.
“Yeah, baby?” he smirks, his forehead coated in sweat.
You feel that you’re going to finish again, and he feels that he will, too. You pull away, looking into his eyes. He looks back into yours.
Then, you rest your forehead on his. The knot in your stomach is wound so tight you can barely breathe.
His chest is heaving, which is saying a lot, considering his fitness.
“Oh, fuck,” you moan against his mouth. He nods.
You both release at the same time, him grasping onto your body, you moaning into his ear, him groaning against your neck.
When he finishes inside of you, you both pull away. He laughs, and you do, too. He undoes the belt behind your back.
You pull away from him, laying beside him.
He lays on his back for a moment, then turns on his side, propping his head on his hand, tracing his fingertips down the center of your stomach.
“My slut,” he whispers. You turn to him, pushing his shoulder playfully.
Then, he kisses you, smiling into your mouth.
When he pulls away, he looks at you, then smirks. You watch him, smiling, slightly confused. He pushes himself up from the bed, then leans down to look underneath it.
“Oh, shoot,” he says.
You cock your head to the side, “What?”
“Toolbox was here all along,” he smirks, putting his hands on his hips.
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Just what you fucking deserve.. filthy slut.
Might as well clean up my shitty drafts one by one, starting with this one. Wrote it while on 2 hours of sleep a few weeks ago. Expect a mumbling mess of nonsense.
Expanding on my other post depicting a jealous Whitney.
Pairings : (A possessive, jealous M!Whitney x gn!PC)
Summary : (PC has a bad time with Whitney in the alleyway..)
Content warning! : (dub-con, non-con if you squint hard enough, physical violence as in slapping, semi-public fucking, lazy writing, lots and lots of degradation, whitney being whitney as always)
“How many times?” Whitney gritted out between breaths, skin slapping against skin resounding lowly in the sketchy alleyway. The one that you usually took to get home, in plain sight of the bustling street where anyone could just walk in on your ass getting destroyed. “How many times did that bitch fuck you?” He repeated, and honestly you didn’t know exactly to who he was referring to. Robin, Kylar, Sydney..? There were too many to count and your silence filled with gasps only seemed to further piss off the delinquent, grasping at the back of your hips and using it as leverage to fuck you harder.
“I-I didn’t—“ You had barely manage to get that one out only to be interrupted by a squeak and a whine, feeling like your legs might give out at any moment if it weren’t for the other holding you up right now. He only took it as encouragement to quicken his movements, hips meeting your rear with every sharp thrust.
“Liar.” He muttered, his face close to yours, this position way too intimate for what was going on. “You fucking lying bitch.” He snarled, rough hand grasping at the back of your head, keeping your limp body in place as he fucked you raw against the wall.
“How. Many. Times? I bet it’s because you flashed your ass again, huh? Didn’t you? Fucking whore!” Smacked you clean across the face, your cheeks burning red from the slap and having your hole stuffed full with Whitney’s cock, the familiar sensation of his length moving in and out of you that you squeezed oh so eagerly around. Fuck, you were seeing stars from how fast he was going, no way were you going to manage walking past the bathroom tomorrow.
“Yeah, that’s right.” The bully hissed, his pace momentarily slowing down for a second to spread your cheeks and look at your tight little hole squeezing around his dick, pink and puffy from his daily treatments. “No one can fuck you like I do. I just need to pull out my cock and you’re lapping at my knees like a dog. Don’t even need to put it in, you just cum from sucking it, don’t you?”
A blush crept up to your face from his words, remembering the embarrassing moment where you had come undone in front of him and his friends just from sucking him off in the boy’s bathroom. He really didn’t have to mention that part, trying to deny it even if it was half-true.
“N-no, I d-don’t—“ You hitched out, body slowly easing into his rough pace and relaxing against him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. Your compliance had his pissed off tone slowly shift into his usual one, low and husky whenever he was horny.
“Fuck, there’s my good whore, my slut.” He cursed under his breath, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging gently. “Only l get to see you like this. Fucked dumb and stupid, no one else. Not some bastard, not some whore. Me. Got it?” Whitney sighed out, burying his face in the nape of your neck and biting down. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood and elicit another whine from your mouth that you desperately hoped wasn’t heard by any passerby, lest you wanted to get arrested again.
“You’re all mine, right? Cmon. Say it. Say who you belong to. Who’s my fucking slut?”
“M-me, Whitney.” Voice shaky and slurred, answering him back without second thought.
“That’s right, that’s it. Shit..” The blond groaned against your skin, grip tightening on your hips and angling his cock to go in deeper, pressing down on the visible bulge against the skin of your stomach, clear outline of his entire length fully inside you. “Cum for me, bitch. Let me see how much you love having my dick inside you.”
That was all you needed, body reacting on its own and cumming hard, making a complete and utter mess of yourself. Watched on with a smug smile as you came right around his cock, hips bucking up and hands reaching up to grasp at the blond strands of hair on his head for support, the same ones you’d twist and pull at in math class whenever he teased you under the desk.
It took a while to come down from your high, shaking and twitching all the while, gasping for air before looking back up at Whitney’s grinning face, pressing an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your forehead.
“That’s right. I own you.” He stated plainly, lips possessively pressing against yours, murmuring once more.
“And don’t you fucking forget that, slut.”
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