KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN X FEMALE READER
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number of words: 998 words.
NARRATOR’S POV.
It was Saturday and Kevin had invited you over to his house. Every time you went over, Eva felt uncomfortable—actually, she was afraid of what he might do to you. But the thing is, you knew exactly what he was like because he told you everything he felt about himself, about his mother, everything. Your thing was friends with benefits—a real “hidden intentions” kind of situation.
You rang the doorbell, and Kevin’s mother answered. She froze for a few seconds but then gave a weak smile. Before she could step aside to let you in, Kevin was already at the door, looking at his mother the way he always did—with disdain.
Kevin pulled your arm to get you inside, not even giving you time to say so much as a hello to the woman. You went up the stairs together, and he stared at your thighs, smiling, then looked at you. You pushed Khatchadourian’s shoulder, and he laughed.
“You’ll have to hit harder next time,” he said, walking into his room and holding the door open. “You’re such an asshole.”
You walked into Kevin’s room and watched him lock the door. You sat on the bed, took off your shoes, and relaxed on his bed while scrolling through your phone. Surprisingly, Khatchadourian liked your attention—he didn’t use his phone when he was with you. He only had the messaging app, and you were the only one on it. Kevin sat on the bed and ran his hands over your soft legs, prompting you to put your phone down.
“You’re so fake, you know that?” you said, laughing. “Pretending to be affectionate isn’t gonna work.”
Khatchadourian kept stroking your legs, then lowered his head to kiss the inside of your thigh. He heard you sigh and continued, then started nibbling. Kevin liked to bite any part of your body, especially your thighs. He bit down hard, and you slapped the back of his head.
“Are you crazy? That hurts, damn it. If you want attention, just say so.”
You laughed, but he stayed serious. You sat up on the bed, putting your phone on the nightstand. Kevin smiled, satisfied, without showing his teeth, and took your hands to crack your knuckles.
“You’re lucky I even invite you over,” he said, holding your fingers and cracking your pinky. “Maybe you’re the lucky one,” you said, smugly, as he stared at your chest.
Kevin rolled his eyes and patted his lap, gesturing for you to sit. You found it funny how he’d call you over to be close to him but never hugged you or asked for kisses. That’s Kevin—he doesn’t ask for anything, he just takes. You teased him by calling him “cute,” even though you knew he hated it.
“You’re annoying,” he said while you were sitting on his lap.
You laughed and ran your hand through Kevin’s hair, brushing the strand away from his forehead. You leaned in and kissed him, and he kissed you back immediately. Khatchadourian gently slid his tongue against yours—he liked hot, wet kisses. He also liked biting your lower lip, so much that he often made your mouth bleed. To ease the pain, he’d kiss you softly and lick the blood away, and it drove you crazy because his insanity turned you on. You just wanted to be fucked hard until morning, if it were up to you.
“I can’t wait anymore… I need you now,” you said.
Khatchadourian smiled, showing his teeth, like, “It’s about time you asked for it.” He laid you down on the bed and closed the blinds, darkening the room. He started kissing your neck and held your waist, then stopped and looked at you, asking:
“Will your parents be mad if I leave a mark on your neck?”
“I can hide it,” you said, shrugging.
Kevin smiled and went back to kissing the skin of your neck, then started sucking on it. You gasped and ran your hands under Khatchadourian’s shirt, lifting it. He quickly took it off and returned, sucking harder, giving soft licks. When he finished, his mouth was red, and he was breathless. Kevin took off your shirt and smiled when he saw your bra—it was unlined lace, red. He loved when you wore that bra; he could feel your breasts since there was no padding. He slid the straps down your shoulders, tracing his fingers along your skin, then took the bra off completely and kissed your left breast, sucking on it while smiling at you.
You moaned, and Kevin kept enjoying your breasts. He took off your pants and then his own, grinding his member against your intimacy, which was already wet. You felt embarrassed, and Khatchadourian noticed.
“Relax, it’s not the first time I’ve seen you this wet for me.”
Kevin spoke and spread your legs, running his fingers over your panties, teasing to take them off—which made you even wetter. He removed them and positioned himself on the bed, putting his head between your legs. Khatchadourian started licking you, just to taste you more. He sighed and seemed hungry, holding your thigh firmly as he licked your folds with precision.
“You’re delicious. I’m gonna fuck you so good now, just to show you how tasty you are.”
He spoke and got up, held his member, and placed it at your entrance. He lay on top of you, holding your waist, and started thrusting fast. You took Kevin’s hand and put it over your mouth to keep from moaning loudly. Khatchadourian went deeper and faster, watching you close your eyes as you moaned against his hand.
Kevin didn’t moan loudly, but he did moan—and he moaned while looking at you. He was cunning and full of desire. He sometimes growled, too, and it turned you on so much you could be fucked like this all year long. Khatchadourian went even faster and gripped your face firmly.
“Come on, cum on my dick. I want to see you cum,” he said, and you nodded. “So fucking hot.” Kevin spanked you, and you smiled.
He thrust a few more times, and you came on his dick, trembling as Kevin laughed, pulling out and stroking your face. “Come here.”
And for the first time, he pulled you into his arms, both lying in bed. “Is this a hug?” you laughed.
“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes, and you laughed even more, kissing his cheek.
