fic where kenan and reader have been dating for a few months and have their first time, and kenan is far from shy in bed and reader gets shocekd over how he’s in bed
Not So Innocent
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩: 𝙢!𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙭 𝙛!𝙨𝙪𝙗, 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙!𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣, 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥-𝙞𝙣-𝙫, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 + 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨
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You had always thought of Kenan as gentle.
You’d been together for a few months now. Sweet months. Soft kisses, fingers shyly intertwined, shy glances across the room. The kind of romance that made you feel like you were fifteen again.
He was sweet. A little awkward sometimes. He blushed when you kissed his jaw, laughed nervously when you pressed up against him too long. That boyish charm was half the reason you liked him.
But tonight, something changed.
It started with the way he looked at you when you pulled your hoodie off. His eyes didn’t flicker away like usual. No, this time they dragged. Slow. Dark. Focused. Watching your body like he hadn’t eaten in days and you were the only thing on the menu.
You sat on the edge of your bed in silence, skin prickling under his gaze.
“Come here,” he said, voice low.
You stood, heart racing as you stepped closer. He was sitting back against your pillows, legs slightly open, hoodie half unzipped. His fingers reached out, gripping your hips.
And then he kissed you.
It wasn’t soft. Not like his usual kisses. This one was deep and hungry, his tongue sliding into your mouth without hesitation, his fingers digging into your waist hard enough to leave dents.
You gasped into him, hands clutching his shoulders.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “You’re nervous.”
You blinked at him.
“Little bit.”
Kenan smirked and for the first time, it wasn’t sweet.
“You’ll be fine.”
His hands slipped beneath your shirt, dragging it up and over your head in one swift move. His palms brushed your waist, your sides, your bra. You shivered under the touch.
“Kenan—”
He leaned forward and licked a slow line from the top of your breast to your collarbone.
Your breath hitched.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” he muttered. “Walking around all sweet. Acting innocent.”
His hands were already working on your bra. You hardly noticed it come off. Then his lips were on your chest, tongue tracing your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.
“Fuck,” you whimpered.
“Lie back.”
You did.
He climbed over you, pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. You covered your face in embarrassment, but he pulled your hands away.
“Let me see.”
You trembled beneath him as his eyes flickered between your thighs.
“God,” he whispered. “So fucking pretty.”
His fingers dragged through your folds and you jolted.
“Already wet,” he murmured. “Knew you’d be dripping for me.”
You gasped when he slid a finger inside you.
He grinned. “Tight too.”
“Kenan—”
“Shh,” he said. “Just feel.”
He started slow. One finger curling gently inside you, then a second pressing in. The stretch burned a little, but he kissed your stomach to distract you.
“You like that?”
You whimpered.
His mouth moved lower.
“I wanna taste you.”
You stared down at him. “Wha—“
He was already between your thighs, tongue pressing flat against your clit. You cried out.
“Fuck— Kenan—”
His hands gripped your thighs, holding them open as his mouth worked you over. His tongue licked and circled, then sucked your clit so softly you almost sobbed.
Your hands clutched the sheets. Your hips lifted off the bed.
“Kenan! I’m— it’s—”
“Cum for me,” he growled. “Let me feel it.”
And you did.
Hard.
Your whole body seized up, eyes rolling back as the orgasm hit you like a shockwave. He didn’t stop until you were twitching, whimpering, trying to pull away.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You good?”
You nodded, dazed.
He stood up and stripped his shirt off, then dropped his pants. When his boxers came down, your eyes widened.
“Oh my god.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You’re… huge.”
Kenan just grinned.
“You nervous again?”
You nodded.
“Don’t be,” he said, crawling over you. “I’ll make it fit.”
You felt the weight of him between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
He leaned in, kissed you once, then said, “Tell me if it’s too much.”
You nodded.
Then he pushed in.
You gasped, fingers clawing at his arms as he slid into you, inch by slow inch.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
You couldn’t even speak. You just stared at him, wide-eyed, heart pounding.
When he bottomed out, he paused.
“You okay?”
You nodded shakily.
Then he started to move.
Slow at first. Deep. Grinding into you with every thrust. His hands slid beneath your knees, pushing your legs up, changing the angle until he hit the perfect spot.
You cried out.
“There?” he said.
“Yes! there— fuck—”
He picked up the pace. His hips slapped against yours, the sound filthy in the quiet room. Your moans grew louder with every thrust.
“Look at you,” he said, voice tight. “Fucked dumb already.”
You could barely breathe.
“Didn’t know my good girl had this in her.”
You whimpered.
“Say it.”
“S-Say what?”
“That you’re mine.”
“I’m yours! Kenan! yours—”
He grinned and pounded into you harder.
You saw stars.
Your second orgasm came even faster than the first. Your body tensed, cunt clenching tight around him.
Kenan growled.
“Fuck— gonna fill you up.”
And he did.
With a long, low moan, he buried himself deep inside you and came. You felt every hot pulse of it.
He collapsed on top of you, breath ragged.
You blinked at the ceiling, dazed.
“…That was not what I expected,” you mumbled.
Kenan laughed against your skin.
“You thought I’d be soft?”
You nodded.
He kissed your cheek.
“I was holding back.”
You turned your head toward him.
“So what now?”
He smirked.
“Now I clean you up. Then we do it again.”
