Could you write something about Kevin? But nothing out of character (fluff etc.) So something creepy/feel pf being threatened but kinda romantic. (...Sounds so weird...) I Don't mind some smut btw:P
Notes: This is really long, and probably one of my best ones.
Warnings: Smut is slightly forced.
Your science teacher has assigned a project for the class to do, everyone got partners. Unfortunately you got the quiet kid, Kevin, who sits on the left side of the room. But you would admit, he’s got quite the face. You were the one who made the effort to set up a date when you could come over to work on it. This Saturday, 1:00pm to 7:00pm.
11:00am rolled around and you were getting ready. Your outfit consisted of a black skirt that reached mid-thigh, a white sweater (cozy), black thigh highs, and white converse. Hell, you looked cute. Your flowing hair was did up in a bun with a flower pin in it. You were so ready.
Time came and you drove to his house. His house huge, made out of stone, and was quite frankly, an aesthetic. You exited your mom’s Toyota Highlander, checking yourself for one more time in the mirror before walking up to his front door. You could hear some clamoring stop immediately when you knocked on the door.
An older woman, in her early 50s, opens the door. Her brown hair is short, fringed, and mussed up. She has a sharply defined face, skinny and lanky body, and giant, doll eyes.
“Kevin didn’t tell me his partner was a girl.” Her eyebrows raised. Her voice quite monotonous and she wore a tired, worn expression as if she hasn’t slept. You smiled, a little flustered for some reason. You held your hand out to greet her. Her grip was soft, her hand cold yet inviting.
“I’m Y/N.” You give the woman a friendly smile. “I’m Kevin’s mom.” She opened the door a little, inviting you in. “Thank you.” You replied out of instinct. The inside of their house was just as beautiful, light and warm colours. She brought you into the kitchen, where you could see the living room. White couch, behind it sat three grey sofas and black and white photos of Kevin and what you’re assuming to be his sister.
“I have to run some errands, I’ll be back by 4:00.” Kevin’s mom tells you. Why? No clue. “Kevin! Celia! I’m leaving!” She calls out, which is followed by a loud pitter patter of footsteps.
“Bye, mommy!” A blonde girl, about 8, runs up and hugs her. She turns to look at you, in which you discover an eyepatch on her head. “Hello.” You greet her, waving at her in a welcoming tone. She smiles at you, a little bashful. “Hi..” You sat on a kitchen stool, admiring this cute interaction, tracing circles into the skirt fabric.
Something catches attention out of your peripheral. You look upwards, at the balcony, to find Kevin staring at his mother, then at you. He wasn’t making eye contact, but he was looking at you. His high cheekbone highlighted by the ceiling light above him. “Hey.” You stand up. He’s wearing a plain white tee, which shows off his midriff. He walks down the stairs, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. ‘God, he’s strange’.
“Hello, Y/N. You’re here,” Kevin slows down when he reaches the kitchen counter that you sat at. “On time.” He spoke with that familiar smirk tugging on his lips. “Let’s go to my room. Work on that project.” There was an odd pause before project, weird. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here.” You tried to lighten the mood by trying soft humour, but he glanced at you, before walking up the stairs.
You both were sitting on the floor of his room, figuring how to make the poster. You were sitting criss-cross, which wasn’t proper skirt etiquette, but he was sitting next to you, so he couldn’t see anything. “I have neat handwriting so I can bubble letter the title.” You suggest, grabbing a red marker from next to you. “You want to colour them?” You lie down on your stomach to write better. He raises his eyebrows, “Sure.”
As you finished the first word, you felt a light brush on the back of your upper thigh. It made you shutter. It was his hand, grabbing a black marker. This strange embrace on your leg gave you goosebumps. It felt so wrong, but so good. Your eyes fluttered over at him, unsure, his eyes already staring at you. Brown eyes were common, but not his. Even if for five seconds, the intensity in Kevin’s eyes intrigued you. His eyes, like ebony leather, which may match his distant attitude. Yet, they had me hypnotized. That smug look appeared back on his face before he coloured the words, kneeling on all fours.
The title said: “Impact Force of a Falling Object”. Kevin went to grab another marker, but as pulled his arm back to himself, he dropped it… right between your thighs, just underneath the hem of your skirt. He allowed himself to put his long fingers under the fabric, caressing your inner thigh. Almost immediately you let out a small gasp. “Kevin, we’re supposed to work on the project… C’mon now, stop.” Your voice was weak, shaky. “My bad.” He purred.
Kevin was still kneeling on all fours, filling in the word ‘falling’. He tossed the red marker he was using over, and it hit another marker, sending it rolling a foot away. He crawled over you and grabbed it. Before returning to his seat, he hovered over your back, still kneeling. Kevin placed a finger at the edge of your sock, delicately dragging it up to the hem of your skirt. “Kevin, what are you doing..?” Your face was turning a red tint, surprised from his gentle trace.
Your hormones were going crazy, an attractive male touching you in places only you have touched. You could feel yourself blush, the heat in your cheeks only getting hotter, your skin tingled at the slightest contact from him. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” You whisper yelled. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, mainly because you could feel his glare already piercing your soul.
His slender fingers creeping up your leg, under your skirt, then just skimming across your panties, it was an odd sensation – his cool fingers pressing down on the warm damp spot on your crotch. The gentle trace of his digit then transitioned to him pulling your lace thong down. (Of course you were going to wear cute underwear at a cute boy’s house.) Carefully, you looked up at him. He was watching you through his thick eyelashes, head down towards your arse.
“K-Kevin,” You panted, right hand squeezing your marker. “Your sister is downsta-“He cut you off by sliding his index finger into you and kissing you. The kiss was slow and passionate. You were still face down on the wood, allowing him to fingerfuck you when his other hand came up around your waist, under your shirt, groping your breast.
You got up, him observing, with a slightly angered look. If he thinks you were going to leave, he’s wrong. You pulled your shirt off, unclasped your bra, throwing it across the room. He smirked again, and you felt hot. You rested your back onto the bed and he continued. As he fingered your, his thumb played with your clit. Your shaking arm grabbed his white pillow, then shoved it in your mouth to stop you from screaming his name.
As his right hand played with your pussy, his left hand pinched and twisted your nipples. He stopped for a quick second to pull his pants down, revealing a boner in his boxers. Kevin grabbed you by the knees, spreading you apart. He got between your thighs, taking his hard on and rubbing it against your wet lips. His hips bucked and thrusted on you, his hard girth pushing into your clit. His breathing got loud as your knees started shaking, he then started kissing you. His lips were smashing against yours like a tidal wave. You were going to cum, and he was too. He pulled away, a line of saliva connecting your mouths. His lips enclosed around your nipple as you both came. You could feel the dampened spot on his boxers from his climax, warm on your thigh. He got off you, pulling his hair out of his face. He’s still panting, as are you. You grab your panties, slid them on, and watch as he changes. Just in time too, his sister walks in.
“What were you guys doing?”