ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝔸ℕ 𝔽𝔼𝔸𝕋. 𝕂𝕀𝔻 ⋆.˚ ☽ oɴe pιece | ғ!reαder | 354 | ɴѕғw
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Kid knows just how to do it, whether he knows it or not. ⋆.˚ ☽ ᴄᴡ: none other than pwp/nsfw
ᴀ/ɴ: I previously wrote one of these drabbles for Inasa from BNHA but then I got into OP and jumped on the Kid train and realized he was perfect for this so he gets his own version. If I can think of other interesting scenarios for this prompt, I might continue with other characters.
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“Don’t touch it!” You swat Kid’s hand away in its focused descent down your thigh. Compared to his fortitude, your slap is a breeze on the wind but he pulls back as though stung. Kohl and worry line his golden gaze as he looks you over, taking in the stochastic rise and fall of your chest; the shining wet pink of your tongue as it falls from your slack jaw; the quiver of your thighs around his hips pinning him to his seat inside of you. His grimace of concern twists into a conceited grin. And it’s that—not him grinding a thumb over your clit, not him using you like a toy—that does you in, has you cumming around his cock seconds after he’d put it in. The assured set of his shoulders and his unwavering, some say hardheaded, confidence are what drew you to him in the first place but you never imagined it would be your undoing. You just know Kid's going to lord it over you forever now. "Had me worried somethin' was wrong." The rumble of his voice travels from his chest down to where you connect and paired with pressure of your cunt pulling him further in, skirts the vibrations over your still sensitive glands, sustaining your orgasm further. You twitch when his punctuated laughs echo pleasure at the apex of your legs until they fade and the weight of him is no longer a threat. Kid's still choking down a chuckle when his flesh hand resumes its journey, now an unstoppable force against your half-hearted groping. "But looks like you're just a wee slag." He guffaws again, either at his own comment or the way you jump when his thumb presses hard on your clit. His hips draw back and in the quiet left behind in the wake of his boisterous amusement, the slurp of his cock fighting its way out of your wet, tight cunt echoes between your bodies until he's sat just the bulbous tip inside you. "Let's see if you can do it again, aye, lass?"