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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART FIVE

Smut and story time <3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / masturbation / jealous Ken / Ken goes for an outing / social alcohol consumption / cuddles and fluff but also smut of course / fingering / oral / p! In v! / possessive Ken / hurt / comfort / rough sex / exhaustion

Today was a day you hadn’t really considered happening, mostly because it wasn’t something you had considered before: Ken didn’t know he could masturbate.

He had followed you into the shower, as you were getting ready for a girls night with some of your classmates, and as usual he decided now was the perfect time to fuck you.

“Ken,” you breathed, the hot water pouring down your chest as Ken pressed your back into his front, kissing and nipping your neck, making you shudder. “You know I love this but I have to focus -“

His little pout-y moan cut you off, something he had learned turned you on and made it harder for you to deny his advances.

“Ken, my love, just masturbate. You’ll survive.”

He paused. “What’s ‘just masturbate?’”

oh.

“You touch yourself, Ken.”

You turned because you were curious to see his face processing this.

“But…why? You’re here.” He grinned, pleased with his deflection, and you giggled as he went back to attacking your neck.

“Because I think it’ll help when I can’t be present every time you’re horny.”

“I”m always horny with you around,” he growled.

“Yes, I’ve come to realize that.” You reached behind you and took his member in your hand and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you, holding you to him, getting lost in you and your touch.

“Touch yourself the way that I touch you.” You turned around in his arms to face him, pumping him softly. He leaned his forehead into yours and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hand around his cock.

“Ken,” you said, and he opened his eyes. You took one of his hands that had been wrapped around you and closed it around his cock instead.

“Now, touch yourself.” You placed your hand over his and encouraged him to move, and despite every single sexual thing the two of you had done together, this surprisingly turned you on. You watched as he seemed almost fascinated with the idea that he could pleasure himself and that he had never considered it before .

“That’s it,” you encouraged as his thumb neared his tip, and you circled it with your own before taking your hand away so he could do it himself. He gasped a little, playing with how hard squeezed and how fast he moved, and he groaned loudly, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The point of showing him how to handle his own horniness was not helping you get dressed any quicker, however, because he held onto your lower back with his free hand and pushed you back into the shower wall, leaning into you as he explored himself.

“Ken, sweet boy, the point in showing you this is so that I can get ready.”

His eyes shot up to you then and he shook his head. “Want you here,” he breathed, his hand around your back tightening a little in response to a shock of pleasure he felt when he squeezed himself a certain way. “Everything’s always better when you’re here.”

You relented, enjoying the show of the way his body jerked and spasmed, watching the way he discovered he liked touching himself, and you made mental notes so you could touch him similarly later on. His abs flexed the way they always did right before he would climax, and you leaned up to kiss him through his release when you felt both of his hands surround you and get lost in your lips.

You pulled back. “You didn’t finish.”

”Don’t wanna.” He pressed you into the shower wall. “You’ll leave once I cum.”

“Ken -“

“Mmm-mm.” His refusal didn’t surprise you but you had been looking forward to girl’s night for awhile now, and you firmly told him you wanted to get ready.

You had prepared yourself for his pout face so it had the most minimal effect on you that it could, but him pushing his cock in-between your folds told another story.

You internally rolled you eyes, knowing you had to get him off before you could leave, and you lowered yourself down onto your knees and took him into your mouth, sucking hard.

He hadn’t expected this and he gasped loudly, one hand leaning against the shower and the other gripping your hair. Usually he enjoyed you taking control when you blew him, but today he held your head still as he fucked gently into your mouth, reveling in watching you moan against his cock. He wanted to thrust fast and hard but couldn’t conceive of hurting you and forced himself to make his movements slow, your lips red and wet from sucking him, and the sight of you made him orgasm almost immediately.

You stood when he was done, and he took your lips into his and tenderly held you.

“Love you,” he murmured.

“And I you. I have to get out now.”

Ken sighed but released you, and you kissed the tip of his nose as you dried yourself off and finished getting ready.

He sulked around, getting dressed himself, wanting to make you laugh and keep you from getting dressed but knowing you wouldn’t actually enjoy it right now.

Your girlfriends showed up right on time, knocking on the front door, a loud mixture of hello’s and complimenting outfits and it’s-been-too-longs and hugs as everyone came inside and you offered drinks before planning to head out.

Ken stood to himself in the corner, leaning against a doorframe, and both of you friends eyed him, Zoey nodding in his direction.

“You gonna finally introduce me?” She smirked, and your other friend, Amber, shot up an eyebrow at you.

“Damn, y/n, I didn’t know you had secured such a hunk.”

Ken perked up a little, and you encouraged him to come over with a twerk of your head. He smiled widely as he came to stand beside you and your friends fawned over him.

“Girl, you win.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“You’ll have to tell me *everything.*”

“Where’d you find him??”

“I legit would never leave my house if he was in it.”

“I try to make her not leave as much as possible.” Ken’s statement broke through the girls’ tirade, simple as if stating a fact, and they both laughed, immensely entertained.

“Yes, I’ve been working on that,” you said, trying to sound playful.

“Blondie causing you trouble?” Zoey quipped.

“Always,” you replied.

“Y/n, you’re bringing him with us.” Amber said, and it was not a request.

Your eyes widened a bit, not necessarily *against* brining him, but also….Ken at a bar with your friends? I mean, it could be fun…

“No argument. You’re coming.” Amber linked her arm in Ken’s much to his confusion, and pulled him towards the door. “Come on,” she told you and Zoey. “I’m desperate for a drink.”

Ken looked at you, basically asking for permission, and your friends lost it.

“Holy shit, y/n, you have him wrapped around your finger tight.”

Ken wasn’t sure what that meant, but you smiled and nodded at him that he could come, and he smiled back, Amber successfully getting him through the door as you all left.

The bar was only a few blocks away and you all sat down at a tall four-top table. As you ordered your drinks, you realized you had zero idea if Ken had ever even had alcohol.

“I have,” he said proudly. “I’ve had beer.”

“I can’t with you,” Amber grinned at him. “You are something else. I’m obsessed.”

The three of you took turns explaining to Ken how you had known each other since high school, how excited you and Zoey had been to get accepted into the same college, plans for the future -

“So what do you do, Ken?”

“I’m y/n’s boyfriend.”

Oh god, this was a bad idea to bring him. You already felt your face flushing a little, having no idea what all he was about to say but knew it would be something to take you off your guard.

“That’s your profession?” Zoey teased.

Ken nodded, and the girls laughed again.

“Jesus, y/n, you’ve kinda got it made. He’s just a live-in sex doll?”

Ken looked confused again. “I was a doll, but I’m not anymore.”

You shook your head at him.

“What, were you like a stripper or something? Because *that* would be so hot.” Amber set her chin in her hand. “I would pay a lotta money to see that.”

“Tell me how you met y/n,” Zoey started. “Was it something dirty like you went on a double date with other people then ended the night sleeping with each other?”

“I’ve never slept with anyone but y/n.”

“Ken, no, no no no,” you whispered, but it was too late. Your friends were overjoyed with this information.

“Wait WHAT.”

“HOW?”

“Are you like, bad at it?”

“No, she likes it a lot,” Ken grinned, and you buried your face in your hands. You weren’t that embarrassed, you have known these girls for ages and you all knew literally everything about each other, but it didn’t make this conversation any less cringe.

“I BET she does.” Amber took a long sip of her drink. “If you ever wanna lend him out, y/n, I call dibs.”

Ken cocked his head at that statement, and then Zoey got tickled.

“Talking about virginity, remember how I accidentally stumbled in on you when you lost yours?”

You still hid your face behind your hands but smiled and laughed along with them, then folded your arms on the table and set your forehead against them.

“That was *hilarious.*” You said once you raised your head. You got caught up in the moment with your friends, not noticing how Ken was looking back a forth between you and Zoey, and Zoey continued.

“Oh my god, Ken, I have to tell you. So our first college semester, we shared a dorm, right? And I had told y/n I would be gone for the weekend, camping trip with some buds. Turns out it started storming, and so we called it quits. I didn’t let her know I was coming back, like, why would I? And I stumble into the dorm, like, soaking wet, right? And she’s being fucked by this dude who clearly actually had no idea what he’s doing because his hips are like, stuttering, and y/n is laying there with a dumbfounded look on her face. The guy - what was his name? I think he was studying jazz or some shit - he turns and falls off the bed in the most ungraceful way, and y/n and I are *dying* laughing.”

Ken’s face had changed from curious to slowly becoming almost expressionless, but you saw in your peripheral how his eyes hardened, but remaining politely quiet as Zoey finished the story.

“I was like, oh dude, sorry, don’t mind me, and I grabbed some dry clothes and got out fast to go shower.”

“I was honestly sooo thankful you showed up,” you replied, trying to lighten Ken’s mood, but it didn’t work.

“She literally couldn’t stop laughing and *thanked* me when I came back. She was like, ‘oh my god, I thought that would never end.’”

Ken’s hand settled on your leg, firm but not necessarily squeezing, and his body posture remained rigid, but he nodded once Zoey finished her story.

Amber, always intuitive, picked up on Ken’s discomfort. “Dude, relax. Don’t be jealous of a skimpy white kid from a year ago that barely knew what a vagina was.”

“Now Dave, that was a guy you’d need to be jealous of,” Zoey quipped

You kicked her under the table and cursed at her under your breath. You honestly were impressed by Ken’s current ability to maintain calm, because you knew he was *not* happy on the inside.

“That was ages ago -“

“It was my fault. He was in my study group first year of college and I might have told him about y/n’s virginity experience and he took it on himself to remedy that incident.”

“For weeekkss,” Amber groaned. “We all went on a trio couples trip and it was awful. Those two never slept, I swear. SO loud.”

You looked at Ken and smiled, squeezing his hand still on your leg, trying to calm the storm. “You know I like you best, right?”

He glanced at you, and you traced your fingers over his hand. “You’re my favorite.”

He smiled a little at that, and you kissed his shoulder before standing up. “I’m getting us another round at the bar, the waiter is taking too long. Who wants seconds?”

Your friends told you what they wanted and you walked to the bar, Ken watching you like a hawk as you leaned against it, the bartender preparing your order. He was mesmerized by how good you looked, the way your jeans hugged you ass and hips, the way your waits curved down into the waistband -

“Ken, tell me about yourself,” Zoey said.

“I, uh well I -“ Ken’s thoughts were difficult to manage as he watched a broad man walk up to the bar where you stood, leaning against it to copy you, and standing ridiculously too close when the bar had plenty of room for him to stand farther away.

Zoey and Amber saw how distracted he was and turned to meet where he was looking, and Zoey rolled her eyes.

“Ignore it,” she said. “Y/n is legit obsessed with you. She doesn’t keep people around unless she is.”

“It’s not *her* I’m worried about,” Ken said, and Amber nodded.

“Fair enough,” she agreed, stirring the last bit of her drink before downing it.

The man leaned closer to you, his shoulder now touching yours, and Ken watched as you looked up at him before stepping aside to create distance between the two of you. The man clearly wasn’t in the mood to be easily turned down and he moved closer again, saying something to you with a smirk. Ken couldn’t make out what he said, he just knew that he hated it.

You shook your head at him, noticeably irritated by the way your shoulders tightened, and you called to the bartender, asking when your drinks would be ready.

The man reached his hand down and squeezed you ass, but before you could turn to yell at him, Ken’s hand was on his wrist, squeezing hard, and his gaze looked like it could kill.

The man jumped, glaring at Ken.

“Hey man, I was here first,” he said, trying to pull his hand away, but Ken kept a firm grip, and the man looked startled. “Hey, let me go. It’s all in good fun.”

“You are not allowed to have fun with her.” You had never seen Ken sneer, but he was damn close to it right now.

“Goddamn, man, okay! Just let me go, I’ll leave her alone.”

Ken’s eyes bore daggers at the man as he released his grip, and the guy raised his hands in an exaggerated surrender as he backed away.

“Don’t let your girl outta sight if you don’t wanna share,” he tossed back a final dig then turned and walked away quickly to join his buddies on the other side of the bar, you grasping Ken’s arm tightly to keep him from going after him.

“Ken, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay.”

“I mean, yeah, it isn’t okay, but it’s not worth getting into a fight over.”

Ken kept his eyes on the guy as if waiting for him to make another move.

“Ken,” you soothed, petting his arm, “it’s alright. Let’s go back to the table.”

“You can go back. I’ll wait for your drinks.”

You nodded then and went back to join your friends who had enjoyed the entire incident that had played out.

“Jesus, y/n, you never have to worry about anyone fucking with you again,” Amber sighed. “Lucky fucking duck.”

“So are you two, like, serious?” Zoey asked, leaning forward and lowering her voice so the conversation remained between the three of you.

“I…guess so?” You paused. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“I mean, he’s living with you, he apparently sees you as his one and only. You haven’t talked about it?”

You shook your head, quiet. “I guess I have thought about what the future could hold, what the two of us mean together, but…I haven’t thought about it very deeply. I guess I’m just kind of enjoying it all right now.”

Amber nodded. “You fucking deserve it after the-dick-who-shall-not-be-named-ever-unless-it’s-to-announce-his-death.”

“Yeah.” Your voice grew soft, your brain filling with memories.

”Oh, nope, we’re not going there now,” Zoey interrupted your thoughts. “Tonight is fun night.”

“Can I just ask one more question? Please tell me he’s fucking huge. I don’t think I can comprehend him any other way. Reality just can’t work like that.” Amber’s voice was loud enough to carry to where Ken could hear her.

He hadn’t really considered *that* before, he hadn’t considered it a thing someone thought about. But his ears stayed sharp to listen to your answer, and he watched out of the corner of his eye as you smiled and nodded enthusiastically, and your friends grinned back.

“Niiiicccee,” Amber congratulated.

Ken internally puffed up a little, happy with your answer, and the bartender finally brought him the drinks.

The rest of the evening was uneventful compared to how it had begun, and your friends walked back to your condo with you since it was on the way to where Zoey had parked her car. Hugs and well-wishes were shared, and Amber winked at Ken before she and Zoey two of them headed off for the night.

You unlocked the front door and Ken basically pulled you inside, slamming it behind you, pressing you up against it.

Oh, god.

“Ken….”

He was angry, and it really took you by surprise. He didn’t say anything for awhile but he didn’t need to, his body and face saying all they needed to. He boxed you in with his hands against the door by your head but not touching you, just staring down at the ground, his chest puffed out, his shoulders tense, working to control his breathing. You swore if he looked at you right now his eyes would be more fire than blue.

“Ken?” You said softly after awhile, reaching up to touch his face the way he liked. He made a tiny little throaty groan at the soft contact but still didn’t move.

“Baby?” You whispered. “Are you…alright?”

Finally he gaze focused on you, and the anger had faded just enough to where he looked…was it sad? Confused? No…hurt.

“I don’t like other people touching you.” His voice was soft but gruff, like he had to work hard to get the words out.

“I understand. It wasn’t that bad -“

“I don’t like,” He took your waist in his hands now and pressed his hips into yours, his cock already hardening, "That someone touched you like this before me."

You cocked your head softly, thumb caressing his cheekbone. "But you already knew that had happened. You knew I had had sex before you, right?" You realized maybe he didn't actually know, it wasn't like you had talked about it.

He groaned again, working through the emotions raging though him. "I mean, I guess I knew. I hadn't really thought about it. I just hate being hit with the reality of it."

"Ohh." You nodded and remained still in his arms, allowing him time to process what he needed. You placed your hands on his chest and he took a deep breath, he always liked when you touched him there.

"I'm here now, though," you soothed. "With you. That's all that matters, right?"

He gripped your waist tighter, leaning his forehead down onto yours.

"I understand that you're jealous, but there's no need to be. I only want you now, okay? Everything's okay."

"What if you leave me?" His voice was so small, almost sounding like he would cry.

His question left you feeling sick. Your stomach turned and your chest hurt really badly now. You didn't know how to respond, but you needed to say something fast. "I don't plan on that happening."

He looked at you, leaning in for a kiss, but something was holding him back. His heart beat loudly, his eyes still hurt and now looking kind of scared. "You don't get to leave me." His words were a plea, not a demand.

You nodded. "Okay, Ken."

"You promise?"

Fuck, of course this was happening. It's the usual first-love shit: the anxiety and the way you've never felt like this ever in your life and the uncertainty of it all. But you also currently had no plans for your life without him, even if your future goals hadn't been solidified in your mind yet. You weren't sure if you should tell him a sweet lie or…

"I can only promise how I feel right now, and right now I want to be with you. I love you very much, Ken."

His eyes hardened the slightest bit where if you hadn't been staring in them, you would have missed it.

He pushed you into the door, almost as if the pressure would make you suddenly commit. "I asked you to promise."

You felt like you would cry but held your voice firm. "I said what I said -"

His hand flew to the wall, not loudly, but firmly held himself against it as he leaned closer into you, his eyes blazing now. You almost squeaked, suddenly overwhelmed and not sure where this was going.

"I NEED you to promise."

"Ken, I -"

You were cut off, his hand wrapping roughly in your hair, pulling your head back and his lips smashed into you in a heated, angry kiss. You whimpered, not having experienced this emotionally intensive side of him before, but before you could compute anything more he pulled back, his lips still touching yours.

"Y/n."

"Ken."

"Need you."

"Then take me." The words you just spoke washed over you after you had said them, and Ken greedily pulled you into him, shoving his lips into yours again, biting your lower lip hard enough to where you yelped a little from surprise.

"Mine," he growled, and your entire body shivered as he leaned down to pick you up, hauling you over his shoulder and briskly making his way to the bedroom.

"Fucking hell, Ken," you breathed as he tossed you onto the bed. He looked an exact mixture of hurt and angry as hell, and you were trying to process how to calm him down when he walked into the bathroom, removing the mirror from over the sink, and placing it firmly on the small ottoman that sat next to the bed, the mirror at a perfect height for you to see yourself.

He climbed on top of you, hungrily sucking at your neck and newly exposed skin as he began roughly tearing your clothes off as you writhed underneath him, pleading with him to try and breathe.

Finally having removed your clothes, he tore his shirt off and began roaming his hands and lips all over your body again, squeezing and nipping a little more harshly than usual.

"Ken, baby, breathe, please," you encouraged, but began having less and less of a desire to calm him down as your body reacted in the most pleasurable ways to his current consumption of you. You were sure he had marked you at least a dozen times in various places by the time he found his way back to your lips and sucked and licked them until he pulled back, the two of you panting and staring into each other's eyes.

"I'm only your Ken," he said.

"I know."

"And you're my y/n."

"Yes, Ken."

"Promise?" His fingers tangled in your hair again possessively.

"Yes, Ken."

Your tone didn't match the tone he was used to when you said something with certainty, and he fisted into your hair now. You whimpered as he tugged lightly, feeling yourself becoming wet.

"Ken, let's just fuck, okay? I'll make you feel good. Tell me what you want, I'll do it."

"Yes, you will do what I want." His tone sent a shudder from your stomach to your groin, and you tensed.

"Ken -"

He pulled you up quickly, turning you around to face the mirror, forcing you into a sitting position, pressing your back against himself as he hooked his ankles underneath your legs, forcing them open wide and holding them hostage. You gasped and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, forcing you to look at your naked form in the mirror. You closed your eyes, feeling overwhelmed, feeling so incredibly naked and vulnerable. You had seen yourself naked of course but…never like this. Never this…vulgar and -

"Open your eyes." Ken was not asking this time.

Your head leaned back onto his shoulder. "Please don't, Ken -"

"Why?"

"It's so….I haven't seen myself like this before."

"Then it's time that you do, that you get to see everything that I do, especially as I do things to you."

You shook your head. "Not this time, Ken. I'll do anything but this."

The change in Ken's energy and tone shifted so suddenly that it took you off guard. "Please look." He kissed your neck softly, licking around the hickey he had already left there earlier. "I want you to see, please."

"Why?"

"You'll see. Please trust me."

You groaned in frustration, knowing he had won. You opened your eyes and raised your head, taking in the full view of yourself, the way Ken held you and wrapped around you.

You watched as he kissed down your neck, one hand holding you close to him around your waist and his other taking one of your breasts and massaging it gently, taking time to rub and pinch your nipple. You moaned and closed your eye to enjoy the sensation.

"Mmm-mmm," Ken cooed in your ear. "You have to keep watching."

You did as you were told. Ken leaned you back a bit to his side, holding you with his arm wrapped around your waist still and his other hand fisting again in your hair.

"Don't stop watching." He took your nipple in his mouth and sucked, and your body jerked a little as you whimpered. You tried to watch as best as you could but between watching Ken pleasure you like you were watching a porno and seeing how his eyes shone back at you in the mirror, you closed your eyes again, and he stopped pleasuring you.

"You're not listening very well tonight," He said, lifting you back up and pressing you into him in the seated position again, never having let your legs move.

"Do you want me to edge you all night?"

Your eyes shot open at this. "Wha, what?"

"For hours." He knew he had your attention but he kept a good poker face. "I won't let you cum for at least two hours. I won't stop pleasuring you, making you almost cum."

"Why?" you moaned, suddenly trying to move but without success.

"Because I need my girl to do as I say." His voice sounded dangerous, lowering down to almost a whisper. "You promised you'd do anything."

You were trapped. "Fine." You relented in a single word.

"Promise?"

"Yes."

He stared at you in the mirror, his arms tightening around you again. "You need to keep this promise."

You gulped. "I will."

"Don't look away again."

You nodded and your hands held onto his arms tightly as he placed soft kisses down your neck again, watching you to make sure you did as you said you would. One hand traveled down your stomach slowly, and you tensed as he used his fingers to open your vulva lips wide.

He moaned breathily into your ear and your body broke out into goosebumps.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" he purred, voice sounding drunk just by looking at you. "So, so gorgeous. Already so fucking wet for me."

You moaned and shimmied a bit against him as if trying to push yourself away from the mirror, which of course only pushed you farther into his body as his other hand smoothed over your clit and the visual was personally overwhelming, watching yourself being pleasured.

'Ken -" you gasped, wanting to protest but knowing it was no use, so you used the moment to try and exhale some of the tension inside you.

Ken groaned hearing his name in such a high pitch, and you made the prettiest noise as he easily pushed two fingers into your opening, and if you had the ability to move your hips would have bucked upward.

"That's it, watch the way you react to my touch." He dipped his fingers in again before pulling them out and rubbing your wetness around your opening and up to your clit, circling it again. He moved his fingers down again and thrust them into your opening a little harder, and your head fell back as you moaned, but you kept your promise and kept your eyes open.

"mmmmm," he sounded pleased. "I have such a good girl."

He encouraged you to pull your head up again by nudging the back of it with his shoulder, and as soon as you did he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you cried out as he hit your special spot and focused solely on that, intentionally forcing your pleasure to come faster than usual.

"Do you see yourself?" His voice made you dizzy. "Only my girl would be so good for me. Only my girl would react this way to how I touched her."

"Yes, Ken," you breathed, the muscles in your lower stomach tightening.

"And you're going to watch what I do to do, how good I make you feel, how no one better dare touch you like this again."

"Yes, Ken," you repeated, your orgasm about to take over.

Ken held your chin up as you came, making sure you wouldn't look away as your body jerked and your spasmed around his fingers for what felt like an eternity. He remained quiet through your climax, making sure you could hear how you sounded because of him, and when you were finished and panting, you watched as he pulled his fingers out, wet, and circling your opening, a bright pink.

"Do you see how incredible you are?" he whispered, and you forced yourself to nod.

"Thank you, Ken," you breathed, hoping he would let you go now. The alcohol from earlier had made you sleepy before you got home, and now you were definitely exhausted. You looked up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw. He smiled warmly and kissed your lips, his wet fingers grazing the side of you face.

"You wanna get ready for bed now?"

Ken smiled as if holding back a laugh. "Y/n, I'm nowhere near finished."

Oh, god. "Ken, my love, I'm yours, okay? Everything is fine."

"I don't believe that you truly believe that yet."

"I do," you whimpered as he finally released your legs.

"I just need to make sure of that." He flipped you onto your back now, your profile facing the mirror. He held your legs down onto the bed, open for him once again, and made sure your side view still gave you a full visual of your body.

Watching his tongue trace from your opening up to your clit sent you into shivers, suddenly mesmerized by watching him touch you, your hands going straight for his hair and twisting in it tightly.

Ken moaned his agreement with your grip on him and lowered his lips onto your clit, licking and sucking gently, making sure he wasn't going too rough so it would be easier for you to keep your eyes open. He did have a moment where his chest filled with that deep warmth that happened when he felt the most affectionate towards you, when he could only process how amazing he felt just to be near you and how much he loved you, and he allowed you a moment to just relax into the pleasure of how his mouth made you feel, not chiding you when your eyes closed gently for a moment to bask in how he made you feel.

Your body was angelic to him, your hips bucking the tiniest bit up into his mouth, and he moaned into you, which made you shudder again.

“You’re mine,” he said softly, pausing his actions only for a moment before delving back in, watching your face closely.

You moaned your affirmative, too lost in how he was making you feel to really listen.

His hand reached up and grasped one of your breasts and you smiled a little. “Baby, watch me, please.”

You obeyed, opening your dazed eyes and taking in the sight of his tongue dipping into you while holding your breast, and you felt yourself going dizzy again, but in the most heavenly way.

“No one touches me like you do,” you mumbled between breaths.

“I know,” Ken said, mouth still buried in your folds. He gently pushed three fingers into you and your back arched, Ken pulling his head up to watch you for another moment before pulling his fingers back out.

You reached for his hand and he gave it to you as you sucked on his fingers, and his face had that absolutely obsessive look it got when he became extremely horny. He pulled you into a sitting position in front of you and embraced you, holding you close to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You hummed and petted him, kissing his hair and enjoying your moment of relaxation before he stated up again - you KNEW he would start up again.

”Are you okay, my Ken?”

He shrugged a little, his body morphing into yours a little more.

“Whatever you’re feeling is normal,” you soothed. He nodded a little, face still in your shoulder. He looked at you, eyes shining, forehead furrowed a little.

“You won’t ever leave me for someone else?” He asked.

UGH. You knew that this was what this entire evening had been about but…

“Ken. I can’t predict what will happen.”

His eyes looked so sad you hated yourself.

“Would it be because you no longer loved me?”

You cupped his face. “I love you now. I don’t plan on that changing.”

He frowned. “What did Dave do that was so special?”

“No, Ken. That doesn’t matter.”

“What did he do?” You couldn’t remember Ken looking so insecure before, and it was honestly surprising you how much he couldn’t let this go.

“Baby, baby,” you pleaded, trying to take control, straddling him on your knees so you were at face-level with him, hands in his hair. “He was nothing. He is nothing to me. I only want you. Please.”

“Did he touch you like I do?” Ken’s hands traveled up and down your back, coming to rest on your ass.

“No one has ever touched me like you do,” you promised, staring at him firmly so there’s no way he couldn’t believe your message.

“No one will ever touch you like I do.”

“I can promise you that is incredibly true.”

“No one else will ever touch you.”

“Okay, Ken.”

“Promise me.”

Fuck it, fine. “I promise.”

His eyebrows raised a little. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“You swear you’ll never let another man touch you the way I do?”

“I said I promise, Ken.”

He set his jaw, still aware of the little bit of flippant tone underneath your words. “You’re going to prove it to me, then.”

“Ken!” You yelped as he picked you up off of him and tossed you back onto the bed, turning you onto your stomach to face the mirror. He grabbed a pillow and propped it underneath your hips so your ass was raised a little higher than the rest of you, and you watched as he took off his belt and jeans quickly, tossing them onto the floor.

His jaw set tightly, he nudged himself between your legs, rubbing his cock along your ass.

“Am I big enough for you?”

“Fuck, Ken.”

“Hmmm?” He ground his hips into you harder, his gaze hardening at you in the mirror, and my god you were so ready for him to take you now, him hovering over you and looking ready to consume you. “Answer me.”

“You’re huge, Ken.”

He gently wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to look ahead so he could stare at you in the mirror. “Don’t lie to me.”

You felt yourself becoming more wet than before. “Never, Ken.” You made your voice quiver a little, and that seemed to be the thing that sent him over the edge.

He sat up on his knees and pressed your chest into the bed, making your ass stick up higher, then took both of his hands and opened your cheeks, keeping an eye on your face the entire time. You gripped onto the covers, ready for whatever he had planned, and he sunk into you in a single thrust.

You thought you had been ready for him but this new angle hit everything just the tiniest bit different, him settling in a bit deeper than what you were used to, and you felt your breath get knocked out of you.

Ken groaned in immense pleasure, not expecting how deep and tight you would be from this angle, and he took a split second to revel in the sensation before pulling out and thrusting back in again.

Your body was already shaking from how intense it was, and you tried your hardest to keep looking at your reflection like he wanted but your head kept drooping, trying to hold onto the covers as Ken plowed into you.

“Look at the way I fuck you,” he commanded, and you forced your head back up to watch as his cock buried itself deeply into you over and over and over again, and you sobbed between the sensation and the visual, trying to retain your sanity.

Ken sped up a little as he leaned himself over you, molding into your body as he snaked an arm underneath to hold you around your waist, his other hand wrapping in your hair to hold your head up, facing the mirror. This made you feel even more turned on and it blew your mind that that was even possible.

Having less ability to pull all the way out from this angle, instead he began rocking his hips into you more instead of his usual thrusts, and it felt like his cock was forcing itself into areas you had never felt before. It was becoming hard to breathe, and you choked out another sob as Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

“So good, Ken.” Your strangled moans made him feel like a god, and at those words he moaned loudly in your ear, losing his agenda to “force” yourself to commit to him forever and instead melting, wanting to just be surrounded by you as much as possible.

He let your hair go, folding his arm underneath your head so your cheek had something to rest on.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He shuddered in your ear in time with his thrusts, his words becoming a dizzying mantra mixed with the way his cock was fucking into you. You felt yourself becoming limp and Ken felt it as your body did so, continuing his thrusts but staying aware of how you were doing so he wouldn’t push it too far.

“Yours,” you barely whispered, in such a daze you felt like you were going to fade any moment.

Ken’s heart swelled and he paused his thrusts, remaining in the same position on you but brushing your hair out of your face that had clung to you because of your sweat.

“Y/n,” he whispered, making sure you were still with him. You made a small whimper and he pulled out of you then and gently turned you onto your back as you moaned, resting his body on top of yours again but cradling your lolling head in his folded arms underneath you, kissing you softly.

“Y/n,” he moaned, gently sucking on your neck and when you murmured a little, he kissed your jaw, watching as your eyes fluttered open.

“My love,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder.

“Ken.” His name sounded slurred coming from your lips, and your mangled cry echoed in his ears as he sunk his cock back into you, your hips still propped up on the pillow but hitting you from a new angle now. You inhaled sharply, back arching as much as it could, and your nails scratched into his arms.

“Love you,” Ken whispered, his breath hot in your ear as he picked up the pace again, cradling your head as you moaned and cried out every time he bottomed out, and your legs began to shake almost violently.

“Wrap them around me,” Ken told you, and you somehow managed to do as he said, your ankles fastening themselves around his waist.

“Hold on, I’ve got you.”

His thrusts slowed but became harder, your bodies jerking together, and the way you gripped and spasmed around him, he knew you were close to your release.

Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder to manage himself from not cumming first, and he took one of his arms from underneath your head to reach between your bodies and circle your clit with his finger.

“I’ll never let you leave me,” he choked out into your ear as you came screaming his name, clenching all around him and trembling as he immediately followed, crying out in your ear in the most intense pleasure he could remember feeling.

You both lay wrapped around each other, sweaty and trembling, and Ken mustered the energy to kiss you, then slowly began unwinding his body from yours and picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He had a hot shower going in no time and snuggled you into him as you both sat on the tile floor.

His nose nuzzled into your ear as your body warmed up, your head leaning back on his shoulder to look up at him.

“Kiss me,” you said, and Ken’s eyes melted as he buried his lips into yours.

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART THREE

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

For anyone who might want to skip the panic attacks/trauma response bit of the story and just enjoy all the smut (which I absolutely understand and would absolutely lose my mind if someone unintentionally got triggered by my story), I have put 🫶s all along the top and the bottom of the section of the story. So it’s super easy to just skip that entire section and enjoy what you had originally come for :)

Warnings: 18+ / V1rgin Ken / slow burn / smut smut smut/ losing virginity / P! In v! / oral (m! Receiving) / fluff / angst / mental health/ panic attack / purse-snatching incident / hard day for the reader / caretaking Ken / shower play / trauma response / ball touching & sucking / size k!nkk / praise K!nk

You hopped in your classmate’s car, slamming the door shut, attempting you not look like you just ravaged by a living doll inside your house.

You classmate saw through your bullshit immediately. Zoey leaned her head back and laughed out loud, and you looked at her, knowing your ruse was up, and laughed, too.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked.

Zoey pulled down the passenger seat visor mirror and opened it for you. That’s when you saw how flushed you were AND the giant hickey forming where your neck and shoulder met. “OH FUCK.”

Zoey laughed again, putting her purse in your lap. “Glad you know you’re having a good time again,” she winked. “My concealer should be in one of my purse pockets.”

You found it and started dabbing it onto the bruise.

“So who’s the blonde?” Zoey asked, nodding towards your condo. You turned to look and saw Ken staring out the window, smiling, waving at you. Oh god.

You smiled and waved back. “Go, please, go now. He’ll come out and want to talk if you don’t.”

Zoey stepped on the gas and you watched Ken disappear in the side view mirror.

“Tell me about your new man,” Zoey coaxed.

“Later,” you giggled. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Mmm, fiinnee,” Zoey exaggerated.

🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 (Beginning of trauma response section)

Class was easy but also torturous. You aced your exam and were out of the classroom within half an hour, and stopped for another coffee at the campus cafe on your way to your next class. You wanted to be back with Ken. You hated how fast he had turned your world upside down, especially dealing with the aftermath of a really scary relationship that you were still slowly working to heal from. You had been in the midst of a mental collapse when Ken showed up in your life. You now wondered how much of an unconscious decision inviting him into your home had been about possibly just not living alone so you felt a bit more safe.

You got through your next class decently easily, considering how boring the lectures were in this one, but kept spacing out for some reason today. Your memories with your ex kept ravaging your mind despite how hard you fought them, and it was difficult to focus on taking class notes. The professor called on you to answer a question and, despite feeling like you knew it, answered incorrectly, and that got into your head, making you feel even worse about, well, everything at the moment. You were so grateful when the professor announced everyone could leave and reminded when next week’s homework assignments were due.

Zoey texted that she had a family emergency and wasn’t able to drive you home as you left the classroom. You sent her your best and told her to let you know how you could help when she needed it. You decided to take the bus, which didn’t drop you off super close to your condo, but it was closer than walking from campus. The bus took ages, as there was a huge traffic jam on the road leading up to the bus stop. When you finally managed to get to the station near your house and got off, a masked man jumped out from around the corner of the building you were walking around with a knife and started ordering you to throw him your bag, approaching you swiftly. You screamed, whipping the heavy book bag into the criminal’s face as hard as you could before turning on your heel and sprinting away. The criminal was knocked down by how hard you had managed to hit him, and thankfully your scream alerted an couple other passerby’s and they started yelling at the guy, who stood as fast as he could and ran in the opposite direction. Once you knew he was definitely out of sight, you slowed your pace a little, finally at the last crosswalk that separated you from your home.

It had rained while you were in class, and as you were able to cross the street, a car zoomed by way over the speed limit and you got doused with a muddy puddle. You stared ahead in disbelief, but grit you teeth and began to walk home a little faster. You hadn’t had a panic attack in awhile, and didn’t want to involve Ken in any of the shit you were suddenly battling again in your head, AND after having just a kinda stupid day. You calmed your breathing as you approached your home, wanting to just shower in peace and hopefully calm down and not worry about anything the rest of the day.

You entered your condo dirty and exhausted. Ken was in the doorway, grinning, like he had been standing there all day. You looked up through wet eyelashes at him to see his demeanor change instantly, walking towards you.

“What happened?” He was so concerned. His hands danced around, trying to figure out what to do, reaching for your book bag then retreating his hand.

“I just….hmmm,” you worked hard to keep your composure. You didn’t want to break down in front of him. “I just need to shower, and, uh, then we can….whatever…”

He heard the defeat in your voice, and he looked so concerned. “How do I help?”

You smiled a little. “There’s nothing you can do, Ken. Just one of those days.” You patted his arm. “I’ll be fine, just need a bit.”

“Oh, okay,” Ken paused, glancing towards the bedroom. “Uh, so, I need you to close your eyes when walking to the bathroom.”

You eyed him. “Why, Ken?”

He seemed distressed. “You’ll see, but later. Can I cover your eyes?”

You were too tired to play games, even though he was being sincere. “I’ll just close my eyes, you can guide me to the bathroom.”

Ken nodded, looking determined. You closed your eyes, offering him your wet hand, and he slowly helped you get into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you.

“I can open my eyes now?”

“Yes.”

He stared at you, sad, looking helpless.

“Can I help you get these off?” He reached for your wet clothes.

You gently stopped his hand. “I’m good, Ken. Thank you. I just need a moment alone.”

He looked a little crushed, but nodded, still learning how to navigate this new emotion coming from you.

“Okay, y/n. I’m, uh, I’ll be just outside the door if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Ken.”

You peeled off your wet clothes we he closed the door, shivering from feeling so cold. You turned the shower on to hot, leaning your hands onto the sink counter as you breathed intentionally, still trying not to cry. You needed to cry but felt scared too, but for whatever reason you weren’t sure why. You walked into the hot shower, focusing on enjoying its warmth and began to lather the dirty off of yourself, shampooing your hair, staring towards the floor the whole time.

When you were finally clean, you leaned your head into the wall, slowly allowing yourself to finally leak some tears. Your head spun, and then the sobs came quick and hard. You sank down onto the tile floor, your body heaving, and your wrapped your arms around your legs, hugging yourself as you experienced your release.

You heard the shower door open. Ken stood there, naked, and walked into the shower with you, closing the door. You stared up at him with bloodshot eyes, trembling lips, the shower water falling over your figure. You could see him racking his brain on what to do.

He sat down beside you, the side of frame gently touching your own, as the shower wasn’t big enough to allow you enough space to not be in bodily contact. He copied your stance of hugging your legs, and looked down at the floor.

“I’m not sure what is wrong, but I didn’t want you to be alone.” His voice echoed softly in the tiled room.

You felt safe. It was sudden, it was amazing, and it made your heart ache even more somehow. Shame racked your entire being and you began to sob again, Ken sitting quietly next to you, and his silent company somehow made it easier to experience your pain.

He allowed you as much time as you needed, and when you began to calm down a little, exhausted more than ever, you covered your face with your hands, mortified. You felt Ken’s hand gently touch your forearm.

“What’s wrong?” He asked so tenderly it made you want to cry again.

You shook your head. “I…can’t…”

He waited patiently for you to finish.

“I’m sorry, I can’t talk about it right now,” you said between shaky breaths.

Ken nodded. “That’s okay.” He paused, before asking, “I just want to make sure it’s not something I did to you.”

You looked up at him now, his beautiful face gazing down at yours. You shook your head. “No, Ken. You have only been wonderful to me.”

His anxiety relaxed, and he nodded again. “Whatever it is, I will keep you safe.”

You had no idea why he said that, but maybe somehow his intuition was way more evolved than you realized. A few more tears ran down your face. “Thank you, Ken.”

“I want to help.”

“You are helping.” You sniffed and leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing his calming presence to relax you a little.

🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 (End of trauma response section)

Ken looked over and saw the bruise he had left on your shoulder area earlier that day. He looked alarmed. “Who did this to you?”

You laughed now, and he startled at that. “You did. When you suck too hard sometimes, you can bruise my skin. We call them hickeys.”

Ken stared. “I…didn’t mean -“

“I know,” you wrapped your arms around his. “It doesn’t hurt, I just have to cover it up when I’m out. Well, I guess I choose to cover it up.”

“Why?”

“It’s kind of an indication that I’m having sex with someone.”

Ken looked confused. “Is that a bad? That people would know?”

You paused, thinking. “I suppose not? It’s just not something a lot of people want others to randomly know, I guess. Hickeys can also be seen as marks of ownership.”

“Ownership?”

“Yeah, like a kink thing. Kind of a, I’ll leave a hickey on you because I want others to know you’re mine.”

Ken’s wheels were spinning. “Kink thing…”

“I’ll explain kinks later, if that’s alright.” You put your chin on his shoulder now, looking up at him.

“Uhh, so, people will see your hickey and assume you are,” he lowered his voice, “mine?”

“Well, not specifically ‘yours,’ as they don’t know who you are, but it could be seen as an indication that someone marks me as a means of calling me their own.”

“Ah.” Ken was working hard to appear nonchalant, but you definitely noticed him processing that information.

Your exhausted state of mind was causing your body to slowly come down from the day, and being this close to Ken, feeling he sensitive he was to wanting to understand you and the world around him was such an easy turn-on. You reached a hand over and placed it on his chest. His pecs swelled when he in-took a sharp breath at your touch.

“You’re so kind to me. Can I return the favor?” You traced your finger down his sternum. A small moan grew from the back of his throat

“You’re sure?” He asked, although suddenly struggling to keep his composure. You LOVED how easily he was turned on by you.

“Mmmhmm. Want to make you feel good.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“What would you like *me* to do?” You repeated back to him, your hand now reaching for his cock, which was already hardening.

“I…don’t…if you are tired -“

“I’m not too tired for you.” You kneeled, turning his face in your hands. “Let me take care of you, my sweet boy.”

That did it. In one swift movement, Ken stood up, bringing you up with him into a standing position. He pressed you into the shower wall, the slight sting of the cold tile awakening all of your senses.

“Gonna make you wet for me,” he said, hooking one of your legs around his waist and holding it there as his now fully hardened cock began rubbing in-between your folds. You moaned loudly at the sparks that exploded in your abdomen.

He reached around with his other hand to grab your butt and you giggled a little when you realized this was his first time really touching you there. He discovered that he could maneuver your hips to move in rhythm with his own this way, and he moaned in awe as he watching your two bodies move together.

His breathing was becoming louder now.

“What do you want, Ken?”

“Just want you,” he shuddered, rubbing into you harder now. You moaned loudly at the way his cock was beautifully massaging your clit. “Just so desperate for you.”

You put your hands on his chest. “Why don’t we take this to bed?” You asked, wanting to be able to pleasure him while he relaxed.

Ken shook his head at first. “Need you now,” he said, hips beginning to buck a little faster, then he slowed his pace, remembering something. “Ohhh, oh yeah. Yes.” He stopped his movement. “Okay, yeah we should go to the bed.”

You cocked your head trying to figure out his change of mind when you recalled he had asked you to close your eyes on the way to the bathroom.

Ken turned off the shower water and stepped out, wrapping you in a towel first so you would stay warm. He hurriedly dried himself off and then tried to help you, which made you laugh, as he only got in the way, but your laugh made him smile, and that felt good to see.

“Okay,” he said, reaching for your hand but then pulling back.

“What’s with the sudden shyness?” You asked.

“Just want you to be happy.”

“I’ll be happy. Can I see now?”

He nodded, then reached back for your hand, which you accepted. He opened the bathroom door and you stepped into the bedroom, and your heart melted.

Ken had put candles on the bedside tables, different colors, all lit, and the bed was covered in fresh rose petals. You looked at him.

“You did this?”

He grinned, pleased to see you liked it. “Yeah. I found this app thing called Pin Interest and uh, looked up things girls like, and I found a picture of something like this. I didn’t know what color you liked best so I got all the colors I could find,” he said, indicating the candles.

You giggled, wanting to correct him that the app was called “Pintrest,” but decided it didn’t really matter. “You went and got all this?”

“Yeah, I took the cash you left for me and went shopping. Although,” he looked confused again, “three different people gave me their phone numbers on the way there and back. I’m not sure what to do with them? Am I supposed to call them about something?”

“Forget the numbers, Ken.” You laughed, and pulled him towards the bed. “Okay, lay down.”

Ken shook his head, and picked you up bridal style. He got onto the bed and placed you in front of him so your back was pressed against his chest and torso, and he reached for a cup on the bedside table.

“You always make this when you seem stressed after class, so I made you some when you got into the shower.” He handed you a cup of your favorite hot tea with a sliver of lemon, just the way you always made it. Had he paid this close attention to you?

You felt like crying again. No one had ever thought about caring for you this way. He wrapped his arms around your waist contentedly as you took a sip.

“It’s perfect, Ken.” You smiled up at him, eyes teary. “*You’re* perfect.”

He looked so happy at you, and reached forward towards your cup. “I just want you to feel loved.” He felt like a wall behind you, secure as you leaned fully back into him, and he rested his chin softly onto your hickey.

“I do,” you wanted to say, but something in you chocked the words down. Instead, you turned to kiss him, and he kissed you back. His kisses were so wonderfully warm and soft. When you two pulled apart, he reached a hand near your cup.

“May I?” He asked.

You didn’t know what he was asking to do but you nodded anyway, and he dipped two fingers into the tea, stirring them around in it for a moment before bringing them up to your lips. Ahhhh, he discovered he really liked his fingers in your mouth. You took them between your lips and sucked on them while Ken watched as his pupils dilated. You licked them for a moment before letting them free, and he looked like he was in a daze.

“Remember how my mouth felt on your cock?’

He nodded, silent.

“Would you like me to do that again?”

“I do. Been thinking about it all day.”

“You’re so patient, you deserve to be rewarded.”

Ken made a soft sound at that, and you decided you’d have to keep praising him the rest of the night, he was so hot when he reacted to it.

You reached over to set your tea down, Ken loosening his grip on you just enough to do so, then tightening it again. You pushed at his arms.

“I need to get up so I can pleasure you,” you purred.

“MMhmm. In a little while.”

You gasped when he hooked his legs underneath yours, ankles wrapping around yours, and opening your legs for him.

“Ken, it’s your turn, remember?”

“Gotta make you wet first,” Ken his fingers back into your mouth, and you knew this was already becoming addictive to him.

“Ken, I promise you, I’m plenty wet,” you said when he pulled his fingers out a moment later.

Ken shook his head. “Don’t want to hurt you,” and with your saliva on his fingers, he began running his fingers up and down your vulva, from opening to clit.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, and if your eyes had been open you would have seen him gazing adoringly at you. His fingers teased your entrance, dipping in only the tiniest bit before circling it and then going back up to rub on your clit.

“Ken, please,” you begged, your legs shaking a little. “Please let me just pleasure you. I need to. I need to right now.”

“Later.” He pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them right as he entered, and immediately hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out.

“Ken, Ken, Ken…” his name on your lips like a prayer. He was hypnotized by you. You squeezed hard around his fingers as he sped up the pace, holding you in place with his legs. Fucking hell if he wasn’t a virgin you would force him down, ride his face until you collapsed, and then make him fuck you until you lost control over all rhyme and reason.

“Fuck you until you lose what?”

His voice startled you but you couldn’t be bothered to full re-enter reality with the way he was touching you. “What?”

“You were mumbling.”

Oh fuck you couldn’t even trust your thoughts to yourself. You needed to gain back control which would take great difficulty as he swirled his fingers inside you, deeper, feeling every crevice he could find.

“Need you to stop,” you gasped. “Please.”

“Why?” He asked, slowing his pace the tiniest bit.

“Because I want to orgasm on your cock.”

He stopped then and you opened your eyes, watching him contemplate how that would feel.

“The way you squeeze and spasm around my fingers…”

“Yes,” you reached behind you and gripped his throbbing member in your hand, “but around here instead.”

He finally decided to listen and slowly removed his fingers from you. You decided to make him happy and sucked your juices from his fingers, and he shuddered again watching his digits disappear into your mouth. You released them, then looked up at him firmly.

“Now lay back like a good Ken.”

His eyes glazed over a little and he immediately complied, laying down, the rose petals on the bed moving around the two of you as you straddled his hips.

“What would you like first, sweet Ken?”

“Anything you’ll do to me,” he choked out as you rubbed your wet vulva over his cock and ran your fingers down his lower abs, those fucking perfect muscles flexing in time with his spasms.

“Good Ken.” You leaned down and, continuing your slow rubbing on his cock, kissed from his lips, down his neck, to his chest which was heaving with heavy breaths. You smirked at him as the tip of your tongue traced one of his nipples. He grabbed your hips and bucked into you, and you smiled now as you began licking and gently biting him there.

“Ohh! I can’t..fuck, y/n, what….this feels so…” he groaned when you left his nipple for a moment to suck hard on the area of his peck above it, using teeth and staring up at him as he watched you mark him. When you pulled back, the small bruise was already beginning to form, and his eyes shone at you. You realized then maybe marking him for fun might not have been the *best* idea, since he had reacted the strongest to the idea that a hickey represented someone claiming someone else….but you decided you’d figure that out later.

You continued down his abs, licking up and down and he gripped your hair tightly when you reached down to hold his balls.

“Y/N!” He cried, his entire body shaking a little.

“You’re doing so good, Ken. Taking everything I’m giving you so well. You’re handling it all so, so well.”

He regained a little confidence at that but lost everything again when you took his member into your mouth, sucking hard at the tip before lowering your mouth as far to his base as you could. He trembled and made the most wonderful noises you had ever heard, your free hand firmly gripping his base and moving in time with your mouth.

“It’s…..ahhhh! It’s too much,” he gasped shakily, and you paused softly, removing your mouth from him, and climbing back up onto his hips.

“Are you okay, sweet boy? Is it hurting you?”

He stared up at you, and he looked so innocent, so overwhelmed. “I’m trying,” he promised.

“You don’t have to try. This is supposed to feel good.”

“It *does* feel good.” It seemed he wasn’t gaining back any control of his body despite the break from you pleasuring him, and he began to tremble. You took his lips in yours, intentionally moaning into his mouth, and he kissed you back so hard, with so much love, you swear you felt it full your entire being.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he whispered, face flushed.

“Why on earth would you disappoint me?” You asked, brushing back a hair from his forehead. He looked so emotional, and then you understood. You had been intimidated and felt oddly shameful and sad your first time, too. You just hadn’t thought that a man could feel the same way, at least it hadn’t crossed your mind until now.

“Everything you are feeling,” you said softly, Ken hanging on your every word, “is normal. But there’s no reason to feel bad about any of this. You’re safe. All of you, all of this, it’s beautiful. It’s special.”

He stared at you, so much trust in his eyes.

“Would you like me to keep going? Or should we stop for awhile?”

He shook his head, running his fingers up and down your back, giving you such a lovely shiver.

“I want everything. I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, small, but certain. “Please.”

You smiled at him. You promised yourself you’d be gentle, and you would. You wanted to make this beyond amazing for him. You held his cock, huge in your hand, and thought for a second about how maybe you should have let him finger you a bit longer to stretch you open, but you would definitely make do. You lined him up underneath you, and placed his hands on your hips.

“I know it’s your first time, but I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” you stated. Ken had no idea what you were talking about but assumed since you were the one saying it that he would love it.

His eyes grew wide as you achingly slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, and his hands gripped your hips so tightly you knew you’d have fresh bruises when this was over. That made you feel so turned on that you lowered yourself further, keeping your eyes on Ken, making sure he was alright with everything as it was happening. He cried out when you fully bottomed out onto his cock, and you moaned loudly as how long and thick he was. You definitely *were* in pain, but FUCK if it wasn’t so incredible and you were soaking up every moment of it.

“You okay, my sweet boy? Are you taking all of this like a good Ken?” You lifted yourself back up, almost letting him fully out of you before lowering yourself back down, having you balance yourself with your hands on his chest because he was causing you so much pleasure but still adjusting to his size. Ken’s head rolled back into the pillows, shuddering, hips twitching underneath you.

You were going to fuck him out of his mind. You began moving a little faster and he spit out the most incredible noises and half-coherent words.

“You are so….ah…bea - I ohhh….tight…you’re so TIGHT…I’m…so good…y/n…it’s, ahh, please, please…”

Your hips moved faster once you were physically able to stand his size, and you panted, focusing on keeping a steady pace as his whole body writhed underneath you.

“Mmmm, you fuck me so well,” you gasped, and he opened his eyes - those gorgeous, blue, being fucked-out-of-his-mind eyes - and looked so proud and happy that he was able to make you feel this good. The fact that he was still so focused on your pleasure when he was literally experiencing intercourse for the first time made you even hotter, and you began bouncing up and down on his cock.

He yelled out in surprise, hands shaking, and you removed them from your hips to your breasts, which he took between his strong fingers and squeezed, your head falling back and you letting out breathy moans.

Ken started getting close to his climax and you could tell, he was becoming even less coherent, and his hands moved around on you, trying to find somewhere to grip but not knowing where to land. You realized he looked a little scared. You leaned forward but didn’t stop your pace while you fucked him.

“Are you okay, my Ken?”

He didn’t answer, just took both of your wrists in his hands. You slowed your pace now, and placed both of your hands on his face. As always, he relaxed a little, his face brightening, and he leaned his cheek into one of your palms.

“Can you help me finish you like this?” He closed his eyes, taking in your scent as your hair fell a little into his face, but he nodded. “Can you put your feet on the bed, bend your knees?”

He complied, and now his cock was buried *deeep* inside of you, both of you moaning loudly in unison.

You kept your hands on his face. “Are you ready, sweet Ken? My good Ken?”

He opened his eyes, completely lost in you.

“Yes, please,” he whispered. You began riding him again and shuddered so hard he had to grip your hips to balance you. He was so fucking deep from this angle you swore he might hit your cervix.

“I’ve got you,” you soothed as you regained some composure and got back into a steady pace. Ken was panting now, every muscle tensed and fucking fuck he was so goddamn strong and chiseled and flawless. He almost yelped when you took a hand back to reach down and press into a spot directly above his cock. You had learned this from a sex magazine ages ago, about how men had a special little “g spot” too to a degree in their groin area there, but had never tried it. Apparently the magazine was telling the truth because Ken seemed to lose all control after that.

He bucked up into you, hard, and you screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, chanting his name over and over again as you swore your voice would become hoarse from how loud you were having to be to release some of this internal pressure. You felt surrounded by him - his body, his energy, the smell of the rose petals around the two of you mixing with his scent. You were in heaven.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm hit hard, washing over and over and over again, and if you had been looking you would have seen Ken smiling up at you right before he lost all control himself - feeling you squeeze and spasm around him, hearing you yelling his name over and over again, watching you experience intense pleasure because of him, while on top of him, with him inside you. You were beautiful, so beautiful. He fucked into you fast and hard, chasing his orgasm that exploded his entire being into fireworks, his vision seeing stars as he lost any idea of how he was moving or what was happening around him, only that he felt SO so amazing, and that you were there with him. He sobbed your name as he rode out his pleasure, his body going limp the moment he was through.

You both worked to catch your breath, eyes focusing on each other, and you smiled, exhausted, down at him. He smiled back, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. You were so thankful he didn’t seem scared or embarrassed by it, because you knew that it meant he felt safe.

He whines, visibly unhappy, when you pulled yourself off of him. You laid down next to him on your side, facing him, your body spent. He turned on his side, too, and hooked your leg around his waist, then wrapped his arm around your torso, holding you close. He thrust back up into you completely . You yelped, grasping his strong arm in shock.

“Wanna stay here,” he mumbles, trying to look dominant but his expression being obvious that he was hoping you wouldn’t make him leave. To prove his point, he pushed himself impossibly deeper into you ever so softly, but now it was your turn to see stars, and you felt like you would cry now.

“Please, Ken,” you begged. “I’m really tender right now.”

“I know,” he said, barely moving his hips but still stroking his still rock-hard cock in and out. Goosebumps covered your flesh.

“How are you still able to do this??” Tears actually begun forming now. Your body was telling you it couldn’t take any more but somehow it was, and you couldn’t seem to manage to make yourself push him away no matter how loud you yelled at your body to do so.

“Am I not supposed to be able to do this?” He asked genuinely.

“Most men can’t…ahhhhh…” you faltered, your head falling into his chest as his cock rubbed every inch of the top of your opening, your g-spot getting perfectly stimulated with the rest of your muscle tightening around him.

“Most men can’t what?”

“Do this again so soon,” you choked.

“Mmmmm.” He acknowledged his understanding, then placed a kiss on your forehead. “But I’m not most men.”

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