kento x f!reader. MDNI (18+) โ โ i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there. โ
โ โ cw : public sex (consensual voyeurism?), blowing nerdy bf k. nanami off etc.
sometimes, all kento takes you is to the library for a study date; but this time, you're definitely not sorry for giving him the best head of his life from under the table instead.
"you've been smiling from ear to ear today, baby," he muttered, nudging his glasses up the bridge of his nose before turning to meet your gaze, "you have something evil going on in your mind or wha-"
you grin wider, mouthing a 'you bet' before slipping under the table swiftly. the place is quieter than usual, a boring thursday when there are fewer heads buried in the books; and you wanna take full advantage of that.
you feel him looking down at you as you reach for this belt, his eyes warning you that it's not the place for sex but the only reaction he gets is a tiny, sweet smile of yours.
"you're gonna be quiet for me, kento?" you mumble as you watch his glasses slipping off his nose, probably due to him being too sweaty all of a sudden. his breath hitches, fingers twitching against the edge of the table; halfway between pushing you away and pulling you closer.
the zipper gives way with a soft pull, and then there he is. warm, thick, already twitching at the open air. you glance up just once, catching his bitten lip, the flush crawling down his neck.ย
good. you wrap your hand around the base, giving a slow stroke before leaning in to lick a flat stripe up his length.ย
a sharp inhale. his thighs tense. "fuck.. b-baby.. not here please, you're gonna-" his whisper breaks the second your lips seal around the head, hollowing your cheeks as you sink down. the table rattles. a book slides to the floor. nobody comes to investigate.
his fingers weave into your hair, not guiding, justย holding, like heโs anchoring himself. you hum around his length, low and sweet, as his grip tightens. "shit, you're.. too much.. gonna get us caught," he breathes, but his hips lift just an inch, feeding you more.
you take it all as tears prick your eyes, swallowing him to the root with your throat fluttering. he curses under his breath, voice cracking. "goodness- look at me.. look at me when you do that, baby.."
he watches your lashes fluttering up, eyes glassy and dark, mouth stretched perfectly around his cock. his breath comes in ragged bursts. "you win," he manages, choking out, "you always win.. and please just- god, keep going-"
and you do; slow, deep pulls, every flick of your tongue deliberate, until his thighs shake as his warning turns to pleading. when he finally spills, it's with your name like a prayer on his lips, muffled into the crook of his elbow as he tries to stay quiet.ย
you slip back into your seat like nothing happened, smoothing your skirt and sipping your coffee. he stares at you, dazed, glasses fogged.
"so next time," you whisper, crawling back into your seat while adjusting your skirt with a smirk, "i think you might wanna bring another pair of pants, i mean.. we wouldn't want people knowing howย thoroughlyย you come for me, right ken?" ;)
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