KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN X FEMALE READER
number of words: 998 words.
part two: https://www.tumblr.com/khatchadouriangf/792766039874207744/london-england
+18 content ( penetration, fingering, fetish in putting your fingers in his mouth )
Description: You were in your first period of college, you decided to study literature in London at Darcy College, it was a different college from the others, of course, because everything in London is rustic, old, but still has a very beautiful and pleasant aesthetic.
A few months had passed, and you were getting only good grades on tests and assignments. Kevin thought you were very intelligent and hardworking, determined too – he liked that, a lot of determination and focus. The others were smart too, but you had an otherworldly ambition, and it was overly visible.
You had forgotten to pick up a test. The professor had it, and incredibly, you had gotten an internship at a library near where the professor lived, so you made a point of getting the test from him directly, since you lived far away and didn't want to leave it for later.
Your internship lasted until 4:00 PM, your college classes were from 9:00 AM to 12:00 PM, and you had to be at your internship by 1:50, so it was a rush for you. You were wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a V-neck, along with jeans that were loose on the legs and small, comfortable boots. You had texted Kevin that you were on your way, he replied confirming, and you put your phone back in your bag.
The house Kevin lived in looked like a rustic building, not too extravagant, just a normal house. You went up the small steps and rang the doorbell, but no one answered. You rang again and waited, you pursed your lips and ended up knocking on the door, and once again, there was no response. You had the idea to turn the doorknob and were surprised because it wasn't locked.
You took a step forward and looked around, searching for the professor.
– Professor? – You called out to him. – Sorry, I came into your house, but it was open and you didn't answer me.
You called out one more time and got no response, put your hands on your hips and sighed. You were standing in his living room; he had some photographs of his mother and a little blonde girl who seemed to be his sister. The TV wasn't a state-of-the-art model; it was somewhat old. You then heard footsteps that seemed to be Kevin's, looked ahead, and it was him coming down the stairs with your test. He was wearing something completely different from what he wears at college; at college he seems to have a formal style, but outside, no, he was wearing a basic black shirt that showed off his arms and black jeans.
– Sorry for the delay. – He was taking one last look at your test.
– It's okay. – You smiled. – Did you find any mistakes?
Kevin laughed to himself.
– Of course not. You're great. – He handed you the test.
You felt your cheek burn with the compliment; the boy sometimes made you shy with his conversations, and his looks at you made you feel very intimidated. You thought about the fact that you were feeling something for him, but you were afraid because you knew he was extremely professional and that everything he said was because he just thought you were a great student.
– Thank you. – You said. – I think I should get going…
– Already? I was going to make some coffee, thought you could join me. – He said with his hand in his pocket.
– It's just that I live far away, my bus is about to leave, and I don't have money for an Uber.
– It's fine, I'll pay for you. Seriously.
You gave a weak laugh and nodded your head as if to say "okay," he smiled without showing his teeth, and you went to the kitchen. You sat down on a chair and put your backpack on the table while watching him heat water on the stove. You didn't quite know what to say for fear of being inconvenient, so you just waited for Kevin to speak first.
– Black coffee or with milk? – He asked.
– Ah, I like it with milk, thank you.
He nodded and sat down in the chair, waiting for the coffee water to boil.
– So, ___________, how is your internship going?
– It's good, sometimes I have nothing to do because there isn't much work. I don't really like it because the hours pass slowly.
– Yes, I understand. – Khatchadourian nodded. – I've interned like that too, it was really boring to have nothing to do.
You laughed in agreement and saw that he had let out a laugh too. You were both silent for a few moments, but he brought up a topic again.
– You should be a teacher too, you have a way with words. When you presented your work, I saw that your presentation style is very similar to mine when I used to present.
– I don't think I can be a teacher, to be honest. I think you have to really love the profession. – You said, adjusting the sleeve of your shirt.
– I don't looove being a teacher that much, but it was good for me. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon once.
– It suits you, I can imagine you as both a teacher and a neurosurgeon.
Kevin smiled, thanking you, saw the stove, and got up to turn off the heat. He grabbed the pot and poured it into the coffee pitcher.
– I only have powdered milk, is that a problem?
– Not at all. – You said. – I think it might even be better.
Khatchadourian just nodded and got the powdered milk. He took a glass cup and poured the coffee, put in 3 spoons of powdered milk and stirred it, then handed it to you.
– Thank you. – You thanked him and started blowing on the coffee.
He poured his coffee into a glass cup; he liked black coffee, no sugar. He sat down in the chair again and took a sip, looking out the window. You took a sip of your coffee and found it delicious.
– It's really good. – You complimented. – Thank you.
– You don't have to thank me so much. You thank people too much; I think that's your only flaw.
You frowned, confused, wondering "what do you mean, only flaw?" but just smiled.
– I find you fascinating. – Kevin just dropped that, looking at you, while you just swallowed dryly. He put his coffee on the table and moved his chair closer to you. – You are attractive and ambitious. That fills me with pleasure.
You gasped at the words and looked at his mouth; it was so red and very kissable. Then you looked at his gaze, which was fixed on you. His expression was neutral; he seemed hungry but controlled. It was then that he pulled your face into a kiss that started slow and then turned fierce. Khatchadourian got up from the chair and carried you, still kissing you. He had one hand holding your cheek and the other holding your butt so you wouldn't fall from his lap.
Kevin carried you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed, taking off his own shirt while you took off yours. They threw them on the floor and he was on top of you, kissing you again. He held your waist and then squeezed your breasts over your navy blue bra.
– Do you want me? – He held your chin, waiting for your answer. You nodded your head and he ran his hand over your neck, holding it tightly while watching you gasp and try to say something.
Kevin smiled and then removed his hand from your neck to unbutton the clothing underneath both of you. You were left in your bra and panties, and he was only in black boxer briefs. He took off your panties and brutally opened your legs, got on top of you, and took off his briefs. Before entering you, he spat on his fingers and rubbed your intimacy to lubricate it. You moaned softly and he rubbed more slowly, just to tease you.
He then held his member and entered you, held your thighs and started thrusting. The thrusts were slow, and Kevin noticed that you wanted him to go faster.
– Go faster, please. – You asked, sweet as always; he loved that.
Khatchadourian then went faster and gave a hard slap on your thigh. He threw his head back and moaned; Kevin's moan was coy but also exuded dominance. He cursed a few times and you were almost dying of arousal right there. Kevin pulled out and turned you on your side, getting behind you and holding your leg up a bit to enter you more easily. He started thrusting and bit your shoulder.
– You like it like this, love? Hm? – He whispered in your ear and you just nodded your head while moaning.
Kevin moved fast, his arm veins were bulging and his face was already red with sweat. He turned you to face him but was still fucking you from the side. Khatchadourian wanted to see you cum right near his face, wanted to see every expression of yours.
– You are beautiful. – He said while panting.
The boy put two fingers to your mouth, wanting you to open up and suck on them for Kevin. You sucked on his fingers while he fucked you and moaned against them too. Khatchadourian was having the best view of his life; he had a crazy turn-on from seeing you like that. He thrust a few more times and came along with you.
Not quite satisfied, Kevin sat you on the bed with your legs open and he sat behind you. He held one of your hands and guided it to your intimacy.
You felt a bit insecure because you didn't know how to do it, even though you had seen how it's done once, you had never tried.
– You've never done it, darling?
He asked and you shook your head. It was then that he took your hand and separated two of your fingers. He placed them slowly on your intimacy and you trembled a bit. He laughed softly but continued, holding your hand making back-and-forth movements until you felt comfortable. You then sped up on your own and he let go of your hand, just watching you and kissing your back. He brought one hand to your breasts, squeezing. You threw your head back onto his shoulder while moaning. Khatchadourian kissed your neck and you touched yourself a few more times until you reached the peak.
You sighed heavily and were tired. Kevin laughed and laid you down on the bed, stroking your face while watching you recover. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and stayed cuddled up with you.
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