Kai Anderson x Reader
Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Mentioned character death, Mentioned violence
Requested by @slightlystrangesimmer: “2, 46, 66, 77, 86 from the smut prompts for Kai please! :D” + “Andddd can I also get 16 from the dialogue prompts for Kai? Pretty please? 💕”
A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I combined these, I just thought they had potential to work well together.
[Smut Prompts] + [Dialogue Prompts]
Everything had been painted in the most beautiful shade of red. It wasn’t a red that could be found in your typical box of Crayola. It was a thick, deep, viscous hue that you could only find flowing through your veins. The source of life, the delicious icor that kept everything moving forward as it should.
The knife handle was slippery from the gore, nearly slipping from your fingers as your skin struggled to retain its firm grasp. Her blood created a near euphoric sensation on your bare flesh as the substance slid along wherever it touched. Reveling in the high of the delivered justice, you slid your gaze over to your leader, admiring how the flecks of crimson almost outlined his perfectly sculpted features and gave a certain definition to the faded cobalt of his hair.
As always, he looked like he’d been sculpted from only the most divine of marble. Your body reacted to the blood-splattered vision he created, the tingling in your stomach intensifying as he called everyone to pack up and leave before turning to you. His eyes briefly grazed your figure before coming to settle on your face.
“All that blood looks good on you,” he commented plainly. “It brings out your eyes.”
You bit your lip as he walked on past you without another glance. Following after him, always stepping in your Divine Ruler’s path that he paved for his followers, you couldn’t help but to imagine what more could have come from that situation. How those words could have led to so much more, how they could have been a gateway that would have ended with him fucking you into oblivion in the very pool of blood that had painted your flesh.
“Ah, he’s playing hard to get,” you whispered to yourself, allowing your imagination to run rampant. “That’s cute.”
When you returned to the house, you were desperate for the shower you needed to take anyone to cleanse yourself of the criminal evidence. The water streaked down your flesh, streaking the blood and tinting the swirling water at your feet a pale pink before it disappeared down the drain.
Eyes closed, your hand drifted down south as your mind continued the fantasy it had conjured at the scene. Your lip was trapped tightly between your teeth to prevent any sound from leaking, alerting those still in the house to your current activity as you worked yourself to the image of Kai taking you forcefully, no semblance of mercy as your bodies slicked in the blood of your latest victim.
“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly,” you groaned quietly.
“Then maybe someone should.”
The shower curtain was ripped aside with a purposeful flourish. You’d been so wrapped up in the fantasy that your depraved mind had conjured up that you hadn’t realized you’d been vocalizing your pleasure as it built higher and higher to images of your Divine Ruler.
You were positively mortified as you let out a stunned shriek and rushed to cover yourself from his gaze.
“Were you just masturbating?”
The quirk of his eyebrow suggested that he knew damn well what you had been doing, he just wanted to hear you say it, but still you tried to deny it. “U-Uh … no, I was just …”
“Want some help?” he smirked.
Kai was already shedding his clothes to join you in the shower before you could formulate a response. The only sounds you could get out were pathetic squeaks and hurried mumbles as you rushed to defend yourself, to deny what you had obviously been doing in his shower.
His hands slid against your wet skin as he stepped in behind you.
“There’s people here,” you tried weakly.
You knew it was a futile argument to make. If you had truly been worried about the others still in the house, you wouldn’t have been masturbating to begin with. And his touch was already enfeebling your resolve. Your legs were tingling and almost trembling beneath the deft skill his hands already displayed before they’d even touched you where you needed him most.
He let out a hot, heavy breath as he finally slipped his hand down to pick up where you had left off. Moving forward, he pressed his front directly against your back and put his lips directly at your ear as you melted at his ministrations, lips parting to release a litany of soft ululations.
“I know,” he murmured, taking your earlobe between his lips and nibbling. “Stop distracting me.”
This is glorious, thank you so much! I love it! 💕
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