Warnings: Het sex, language
Pairing: Kai/generic whore
Disclaimer: Real people, real circumstances, fake stories.
Summary: Of these dirty stains, how many are like you?
Comment: Inspired by a certain secret at jrocksecret. Thank you, anon. 8D
Kai didn’t even blink, still continuing to push into the woman even as she pleaded and slightly clawed against his chest in protest. Of course she couldn’t really do anything anymore but to welcome the drummer’s throbbing organ into her already wet sex, knowing it that it won’t be long until the pain is dulled out by carnal gratification. And it really didn’t take her longer than a minute to finally enjoy Kai’s hard cock; she was already loose enough, after all.
“You’re rougher than the rest of them,” she commented idly while Kai started to thrust in and out, all the while fondling and kneading on her full breasts. He huffed in reply.
“I have the right to be, I work thrice as hard than those assholes do.” He hated talk during sex, but let the woman indulge into it anyway. As to why he did so, he didn’t know himself – perhaps he just didn’t want the room to echo with just the slapping of skin and breathless moans. It was too cheesy for his taste.
“Ah, there,” she squirmed once Kai rolled his thumb over her clit, making her shut up for a few good seconds. He loved how she opened her mouth to let out a whimper but not really making a sound, how she swiped her tongue over her already dry lips like the showy whore that she was. It made Kai all the more aroused.
Closing her eyes, she bit on her lower lip when the drummer licked on her neck down to her collarbone, feeling his saliva mingle with her sweat. Hot.
“The small guy was really vocal… what’s his name again?”
“Ruki.” Kai started to speed up.
“Yeah, and that guy with black hair… ah fuck… I – ah – forgot his name…”
“Loved foreplay. Kinky too. Then that tall beauty…”
This time Kai didn’t answer, and simply kept speeding up, nipping the woman’s left nipple and flicking the right with his fingers.
“Yeah, that one. Shy. I would’ve wanted to—”
He lifted himself up a bit, giving her a silent, disapproving look while his hip movements slowed down.
“Alright, I get it. No need to be pissy about it, babe,” she drawled out seductively, pulling Kai down and met lips with him. Tongues clashed intensely; her long, manicured nails making crescent-shaped marks on the drummer’s back. He then slipped a hand in between them, once again fingering her clitoris. She finally lost the game for dominance when her hands fell limp on his back and her whole body submitting to his rough yet oh-so-fucking-good touches. He smirked.
“Shit… I’m so close,” she warned, and at that he pounded even harsher into her, making her shout out wantonly with each push. That kind of noise, he didn’t mind.
Her body tensed up and she shuddered, legs spreading wide as orgasm washed over her small frame. But Kai still mercilessly thrust into her, wanting to reach his own bliss as well.
“Wait,” she called out breathlessly, putting a hand on his chest again.
Kai stopped but didn’t hold back the frown that formed on his usually calm features, and for a moment there the woman felt fear course through her. He must’ve noticed it too and he pulled out; her sigh of relief not lost on him even a bit.
The drummer then kneeled in front of her face and rolled the slightly soiled condom off his cock, positioning his still hard member on her mouth. Understanding what Kai must’ve wanted, the woman raised herself up, but she was pushed back down.
“Just lick the head. I wanna come on your face,” was the bold command, and needless to say it turned her on.
Rubbing on her crotch, she grinned. “Yes master,” she answered teasingly as she darted her tongue out to lick the blood-filled head while Kai fisted himself.
His strokes became more jerky and erratic and noticing that, the woman licked more eagerly on what she could reach of his cock. Pulling back a bit, Kai finally came, spilling a trace of his sticky release all over her heavily make-upped face.
“Mind-blowing,” she breathed out satisfactorily as he got off her, making his way towards the bathroom to clean himself up.
As he looked at himself in the mirror he didn’t see another man – perhaps the image of the woman’s debauched visage came up every once in a while – but no, it was still him. He didn’t delude himself that behind the reflection he’s seeing was just a dark persona, that in reality he was really the kind, hardworking Kai known for his adorable dimple and endearing smile. Simply because he knew he was as filthy as they come.
And he smirked again.