could you do kevin khatchadourian x reader pretty please!!! i love your writing sm ^^
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"Stop with the fucking fidgeting." Kevin grumbles, not even taking a second to peer away from his monitor. Your immediate reaction is to go stiff, holding your breath for a solid thirty seconds before you deem it safe enough to go slack again. It's not your fault you got bored, most hang outs with Kevin are tremendously monotonous.
Like today for instance, he'd been kind enough to let Celia mindlessly chatter on about Mr. Snuffles for a bit before shoving her out into the hall by her head, to which you cringed. Obviously feeling bad for the girl, you were kind interested in her weird little gerbil, or whatever the hell Eva splurged on. But his patience to have even let Celia in his room had let you know that he must be in a better mood than usual. But that also meant that instead of mindless fucking, you instead got to be apart of mindless internet sleuthing. Watching as Kevin navigates his way through shoddy internet forums, this could seriously not get any more lame.
You sigh quietly to yourself, the only noise besides his chiding tone and the clicking of his keyboard and mouse, so it might as well be deafening. It's enough of a distraction for Kevin to peer at you with an icy expression. His disapproval makes you want to curl in on yourself.
"Sorry." You mumble awkwardly.
"I don't want you to be sorry, I want you to be quiet." Kevin all but hisses, you don't even murmur a confirmation or anything, you're pretty decent at navigating his weird ass mind games by now. For another half hour you’re stuck admiring his pretty side profile, which isn’t really that bad. The slight hook of his nose has never been very prominent, but it’s definitely normal, you’d want to trace the slope of it if you could. The dark, full thickness of his slightly messy hair, it makes him look disheveled in a i-just-woke-up-right-now sort of way. It’s like Kevin is trying to slouch, but the tightness of his shirt almost forces him to have a nice posture, it makes him look big, highlights the definition in his biceps, a nice treat from hauling his series seven around all the time.
“Stop with the face, it makes me want to hit you.” Kevin logs out of his computer, finally facing you, his voice is annoyed, but his expression is pretty neutral. “I’m not making a face.” You rarely defend yourself, but you’re curious, you want to push him a bit, any attention from Kevin is good attention. “You were, you were pouting, it looks stupid.”
You watch with slight awe as he sheds his too tight shirt off, he stretches, a small noise escaping past his mouth, it makes you feel a little warm. “C’mere.” Kevin is being placating, and like any lamb to the slaughter you clamber over. You’re on his sterile ass bed, in his sterile ass room, but it’s okay, cause he holds you in a stiff manner, and if he gets bored enough, he’ll play with your hair.
“We can’t fuck for a while, ran out of rubbers.” He informs you casually, a small huff of air blows past his nose at your expression. “We ran out of a whole box?”
“Yes a whole box, hence why I need to buy a new one. God, you’re stupid.” Kevin flicks your forehead harshly, rubbing his thumb over the spot before you can soothe the spot yourself. “I just didn’t think we did it that often!”
“Well don’t be so surprised, you can be pretty insatiable.” Kevin murmurs, like it’s not him who’s constantly guiding your hand or ass to his chubbed up cock, he likes to pretend like he’s above such things. “We could… just not use one if you want.” You murmur shyly, treading carefully because he’s letting you lay your head on his chest. His torso is warm, and you can hear the steady beat of his heart, Kevin is a human, even if he doesn’t exactly act like one. “And end up getting your crazy ass pregnant? No way.” Kevin chides your stupid suggestion. “Okay sorry…”
“Nyeh nyeh.” Kevin scoffs, mocking your apology, one of his arms goes to cover his eyes, sighing as he goes lax, his free hand snaking up the back of your shirt to press his clammy palm against your back. “Think you can be nice and quiet for an hour?”
“M’kay, good.” Kevins eyes flutter shut, tired from a whole day of nothing, you think he fakes it sometimes, maybe just to test your obedience. But you think all his laziness is starting to rub off on you, plus you’re ready to take advantage of how relaxed he is. A nap, not a bad way to end this lackluster date. Isn’t he nice?
a/n: loose continuation from my last KK work, hopefully u enjoy this one as well anon thank you for the request
