⤹ ୨୧ ‧₊ hangouts with kevin often lead to..

✚ tw / notes: SMUT SMUT!!!, dryhumping, dom!reader, bratty sub!kevin, gn!reader, kevin gets beat up, reader is very mean, spit, orgasm denial, kinda dub-con, kevin might be ooc oops, pardon i havent written smut in a long time

“do your worst, kev’.” you taunted, smug. kevin had invited you earlier to ‘hang out’ which quickly turned into you being his target practice for the afternoon.

he had dragged you over to his backyard and positioned you in front of his target board, placing an apple on your head.

most would be scared, one wrong move and there goes your nose or your eye. but something daring in you compelled you to agree, besides, not like kevin would care if you disagreed or not.

kevin frowned but didn’t respond to your taunts, eyebrows knitting together as he focused, squinting one eye to aim better. he drew his bow back, for a while it almost looked like he would actually hit the apple.

thwip!

the arrow wedged itself into the board beside your ear, just mere centimeters shy of taking it clean off. you breathed a gasp despite yourself, maybe you were a little scared, but the sheer thrill of it all outweighed your fear.

you felt like prey.

and that may have hurt your ego a little that you had to taunt kevin even more, “aim better! thought you were good at this?” you shouted, all playful.

kevin didn’t respond, again. but you could see the way he inhaled sharply, annoyed. you were visibly getting on his nerves now, and it filled you with a sense of euphoria, seeing just how much your words meant to him. how easy it was to rile him up with just a few mean things to say.

while you were busy getting high off your internal monologue, kevin fired another arrow. this time, it wasn’t kind enough to miss your body. or maybe kevin just got pissed enough to show it.

the arrow grazed your cheek, enough to leave a lasting mark. red-hot pain bloomed across the left side of your face, yet you barely registered the pain because all your gaze was fixed on was kevin’s shit-eating grin.

“bullseye.” he mused proudly. you were still frozen in place, shock and anger painted on your face. gosh, you were so telling without even having to say it.

kevin kept his bow on a table nearby and stalked closer to where you were still stood like a statue. he cupped your cheek and ran a thumb over the gash on your cheek where his arrow had struck you and he wiped off the warm blood trickling down the side of your face.

he did not feel sorry. you couldn’t feel even an ounce of guilt in the way he just smiled and licked your blood off his thumb. your gaze followed his every action, pupils shaking in fury.

however his personal victory was short-lived as you lunged right at him, sending both of you rolling in the grass. kevin tried to push you off—albeit half-heartedly—but with absolutely no experience in wrestling, it would be hard for such a lanky boy to even land a decent punch let alone throw you over.

and just as expected, you had kevin pinned underneath you in record time. your knees held his arms down on either side of him as you straddled his lap, your full weight pressing down on him, which had him clearly feeling..things.

“you’re such a dick!” you shouted, raising a fist to land a heavy blow to his pretty face. his head snapped to the side with a sick thud, before he could recover, you landed another punch with your other fist.

kevin winced in equal parts pain and quiet pleasure. you expected him to react, get angry, do something atleast! but instead of fighting back he just smiled at you with bleeding gums and bruises blooming across his pale skin.

“hit me harder. make it hurt, c’mon, thought you were good at this?” he mocked your earlier words. even with your hands tight around his slender throat, he still had the audacity to make fun of you.

you panted, chest heaving up and down as you tightened your grip on his throat, watching his pale face turn blue from the lack of oxygen. “gosh, shut the fuck up.” you cursed, shaking kevin by his neck.

he gasped for air, a rare moment of weakness and humanity from the seemingly infallible. you gathered a thick glob of saliva in your mouth and spat it into his gaping mouth, kevin’s eyes widened in shock, the frothy fluid slicking it’s way down his tongue and into his throat.

“you fuckin’ assho—” kevin choked out, but you slapped him right across his face before he could finish. warm crimson began trickling down from his nostril and slithered down his frenulum to stain his bruised lips.

“didn’t i tell you to shut up?” you slipped one thumb into his mouth, using it to force his jaw open. however before you could spit in his mouth again, you felt something against your inner thigh.

you looked down to see kevin rutting against your crotch like a desperate mutt, “look at you, kev’. you’re such a slut humping me like that.” you slotted one of your legs between his and tangled it with his so that your crotch was pressed flush against his.

and he could feel just how turned on you were by this.

kevin threw his head back against the grass as you ground down against him, pleasure shooting in sparks up his spine. he wasn’t like this. he would never submit to his baser instincts.

but, fuck. you made it so hard not to.

“h-hnngh..” kevin whimpered weakly, his hips rocking up to meet yours in a rhythm. “get off from me..” his voice was a whiny pitch, yet he wasn’t actively doing anything to push you off either.

“but look how hard you are, kevin..it’s so cute.” you cooed, pressing yourself harder against him until your chests were flush together, like you were trying to crawl inside of him.

this was so humiliating. yet kevin couldn’t bring himself to hate this, no matter how much he wanted to. the steady friction of your hips easing his ache, the way your body felt so right pressed so compactly to his, the way his heart pulsed rapidly in his chest and he felt so floaty and lightheaded. he hated you. he hated that you made him feel like this.

“h-haah..more.. wan’ more..” kevin panted, dazed and clearly too lost to care about keeping up his facade of despising every living thing. he freed his hands from your grip and tangled them in your hair, dragging you up to put his mouth to yours so heinously.

his mouth tried consuming yours to gain some resemblance of control, but gosh, he was so oblivious to the fact you had him right where you wanted him. all broken and messy in your hands, his layers stripped away leaving just his pulsing, needy core.

he was human, after all. unfortunately, jarringly, human.

you could taste the metallic taste of his blood on your tongue, your teeth clashing with his, spit dripping down his chin as he tried molding his mouth to yours.

you pulled away to take a look at him. a good look. he looked so beautiful like this, kiss-bitten lips parted as he took kittenish gasps of air. shirt rucked up his pale stomach to show the lean lines of his body, your hands ran down his sides, leaving fire in their wake. you cupped his waist to press him impossibly close to you.

his hands left your hair to grip your shirt, “g-god.. i hate you so much.” despite his words, you could feel him humping you desperately, chasing after his release you could sense was close.

but did he deserve it? fuck no.

at the very last possible second, you lifted yourself and rolled beside him on the grass. kevin felt the loss of you like a gunshot, his body jerking up as if he got exorcised.

“you sick fuck, what’s wrong with you?” you chided from the side, sitting up. kevin was still in a daze, the events from moments prior flashing behind his irises like aftershocks.

“first you get bricked by me beating the shit out of you and spitting in your mouth, then, you hump me like a dog in heat? seriously, kev’ what’s your issue?” you scoffed, fixing your clothes up. your tone was laced with faux disgust. kevin barely registered a word in his head.

when he finally broke out of his haze, he regarded you with a glare as sharp as daggers. “shut up. you’re fucking disgusting.” he clicked his tongue, but you could clearly see through him and tell he was lying through his teeth, pissed as hell you didn’t let him cum.

you scooched closer to him, until your shoulder brushed his. he didn’t move or flinch, in fact he leaned into it. “you should’ve heard how you were whining, you could put a porn star to shame, kevin.”

he shoved you to the ground again while you laughed, “you just never shut up do you?” he spat, you reached a hand up to cup his face, he hissed in pain as your digits pressed against his fresh bruises, tracing the path of blood from his nose.

“but you like it when i talk.” you rough handled his jaw open again, shoving your index and middle fingers in his mouth. his lips closed around your fingers like the most natural thing ever, suckling on them and rolling his tongue over your bloodied knuckles, tasting himself.

“you’re so fun to play with.” you chuckled, ripping your fingers from his mouth and running them over his bloodied lips, you wanted to kiss him so bad. you leaned forward, your mouth just centimeters away from his.

before you knew it, you just had your face punched in. hard. yeah, you kind of deserved that. at least now you two had matching bleeding noses.

but one thing was for certain, you would gladly be kevin’s live target practice if it meant you could have this much fun with him.