ive read all of ur kevin khatchadourian fics and then re read them a thousand times (theyre rlly good!!!) can we have some more pretty please!!
folie a deux ⤷ CW: Stalking, manipulation, breaking and entering, dubcon-ish, mean kev
Just like he had said, the two of you had both gotten a perfect A- on your project. Not one point below or above. Neither of you have said a word about what happened the last time you were at his house. Maybe that's how it should be, you don't need those sleazy slutty rumors going around... You can't be know as the sort of girl who walks home with some guys cum soaking into the gusset of your panties. Just the thought of the memory has you crossing your legs in the auditorium, the annoying enthusiasm Ms. Pagorski has for drama leads you to wonder off into your very own mind palace.
A mind palace that sort of resembles Kevin. You can't help but feel close to him now. You're both keeping secrets for one another, you keep it quiet that he's a weird perv willing to fuck a classmates thighs and he keeps it quiet that you're very willing to accommodate said thigh-fuck. Quid pro quo or something.
You can hear Lenny's annoying snigger in the back, him and Kevin are maybe a row or two behind you. You can't bring yourself to turn and glance over at him. The annoyed slant to his mouth and slightly disgusted look he just perpetually has with Lenny would just be too much. The a/c blowing really does nothing to quell the sudden heat in your stomach. Remembering how your clit throbbed after Kevin stroked his finger over your clothed cunt, the sound he made when he came, or the wet plapping of his balls against the back of your thighs. It's so perverse, he has a way of corruption about him, something that's able to pull you in, and before you know it you're just like him, rotting from the inside out.
You think about excusing yourself to the restroom, where you'd have the privacy to sneak your hand down the slick front of your panties. Something you've never once even contemplated before your run in with Kevin. The heat that had been lurching your stomach around settles into shame, you're thinking all these dirty things, but is he even thinking of you? This new thought nags at you all day, through the rest of this period and the rest after. It's not like Kevin even looks your way, or leaves cute little notes in your locker. There's something just... off about him.
All your made up scenarios seem to come true upon your arrival home. In your room your window is fully open, allowing the nippy wind to flow in. You definitely didn't leave it open when you left this morning. A cold, callused hand abruptly cups over your mouth, another slick pervy hand yanks you back against something firm, squeezing your tit in the process. "Surprise." The familiarity of the voice makes you feel pretty sick, you don't really have the time to process that Kevin broke into your fucking house cause he's shoving you down onto your own bed, stupid ski mask over his face like you wouldn't recognize his dumb voice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!! I should call the co-"
"Shut up, I figured this would be romantic enough for you, this is the sort of thing you like right? You've really got a way with words y'know.."
Kevin's cold hand forces your chin to the nightstand, on top is your girly little diary. You cringe, his dry somewhat amused voice lets it slip, he's read it. How? You don't really want to know... All those little dirty secrets you've kept secret are all now neatly filed away in Kevins always thinking brain. Before you can come up with something to deny or defend yourself with his cold, clammy hand slides over your mouth.
"Since you're such a stupid girl I'll explain it to you once, so pay attention. One. There will be no yelling of any kind, no pleas or cries cause this is gonna happen, and don't try to deny it, cause I know how much you want to--i've read that nasty little thing so there's no point in trying to be shy. Two. There will be no hitting, scratching, punching, or whatever stupid thing you get desperate enough to do, I brought duct tape so you better fucking watch it. Nod if you understand."
You glare at him, what a sick fuck, did he this home intruder schtick from a cheap porno? His mouth quirks up at your annoyed expression, if looks could kill... His hand grasps your hair and forces you to nod along to his demands.
"I knew we could come to an agreement."
Kevin removes the hand that was over your mouth to yank the ski mask off, his dark hair is mussed from being constricted. A frown is etched onto his face as he goes to pull your pants off. "Kevin--cut it out! At least unbutton them..." You frown back, you're just doing this to get off, why would you ever date a guy like this? You push your foot out to put distance between the two of you, Kevin hisses when the arch of your heel presses against the bulge in his too-tight jeans. You smile at this delightful realization, you wriggle your toes against the course fabric, grounding your heel against the seam of his crotch.
"This is the kind of thing you like?"
Any sort of vulnerability instantly has Kevin pissed off, he scowls at you, peering at you from those dark browns, his eyes endless pools of loathing. "You perverted bitch. Where'd you even learn that?" Kevin yanks your foot away from his cock by your ankle. Harshly tugging your pants and panties off. "You're fucking wet and I haven't touched you, yet you think you have any room to talk about the things I might or might not like?"
The cool wind in your room makes you feel just how slick your pussy really is, especially with Kevins hand around your ankle, forcing you open. "Don't be so defensive about it, lots of guys like feet."
Kevin raises his free hand like he might knock your teeth out, and you have the brains to flinch, that makes him feel better than actually hitting you. The obvious preconceived notions you have about him. You're smart enough to know he could hurt you if that was something he really desired. Kevin is fond enough of you that he'll leave you out of his...upcoming plans. Besides, he'll need someone on the outside who can send him used panties and sexy polaroids if he ends up in the click.
"Hold your legs open, like last time." He murmurs, staring at your wet pussy, dragging his knuckle through the mess, liking how it makes you squirm like a squished bug. He finds something so satisfying with your dramatic little reactions. He tap-tap-taps on your clit with his pointer finger, scoffing to himself as he watches how your hole clenches around nothing.
Kevin lets a frothy wad of spit fall from his mouth onto your pubic mound. Tugging his shirt off over his head, revealing his lithe yet strong form, sort of like a male ballerina. The next to go are his jeans and boxers, he eagerly clambers back against you. The tip of his cock rubs that wad of spit around, the two of you shivering at the joint sensation.
"I bet I could cum just like this.. Are all girls soft between their legs?"
You think he's mocking you, for what? You're unsure of that... Good pussy could make any guy act a little stupid. Kevin takes over the task of holding your legs apart, rutting his cock back and forth between the slick folds of your cunt, much gentler than anything you'd come to expect to him. His stomach tenses, and he seems entirely enthralled with the sight of him "fucking" you. His tip barely brushes up against your hole, just barely poking and prodding, not enough to penetrate, just enough to make you clench and whine. Which is easily quelled by his hand dropping one of your legs to slap the tip of his cock against your clit. You can hear the wet smack, a thin string of spit or pre connecting the two of you.
"Aren't... aren't you gonna put it in..." You murmur breathily.
"And get you knocked up? Fuck that, you're gonna come like this." Kevins tone is strict, yet sure, like he just knows.
And Kevin does know, knows just how much pressure to use when circling your clit, pushes your shirt up to mouth at your tits, scraping his blunt teeth against your nipples, the cold making them perk up enough to nibble.
Kevin pulls away with his mouth and focuses on your leaky pussy, circling his finger down, breeching you with just one finger... that turns into two, that turns into three, all knuckle deep. "There we go, not so bad is it? All that complaining really was for nothing." He mutters as you uselessly whine, kicking your leg out as he crooks his fingers, they aren't very thick but they are long, prodding at places you haven't even ever touched before.
"I think... 'm close." You sigh, covering your eyes with your hand as you push your hips down against his finger, which encourages him to drag them in and out faster, still with a lazy sort of cadence. Kevin looms over you, his mouth against the corner of your lips, the knot in your stomach tightens, so close.
"April fools." The ends of Kevin's mouth actually go up as he pulls his sticky fingers from your throbbing pussy, wiping the slick wetness off on the back of your thighs. You're gonna kill him, or maybe cry, yiou were right there, staring right at a much needed orgasm.
"You should really keep your windows locked, or don't... just know you sorta asked for it.." He hums, getting his things. "Stop trying to figure me out... ." Kevin stares at you and it gives you chills, you just meekly nod your head, the spot between your legs throbbing with need and it distracts you. Seriously, you need to talk about him to someone...
dividers by @enchanthings
