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kuroosdarling · 2 years
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A love that I can't win
part two to heartaches by the number (part one)
kuroo x reader
a/n: still angsty but more on kuroo’s side. reader is living their best life<3
it had been 6 months since you walked out the door of kuroo’s life. your stay at bokuto’s turned into a longer stay, which eventually turned into being his new roomie. 
trying to get you out of your shell, bokuto had introduced you to his volleyball team. you instantly clicked with everyone, especially atsumu and sakusa. they were both also insanely protective over you from the start. it didn’t take long for you to open up to them about what happened between you and kuroo. you vaguely remember atsumu saying something along the lines of how “he knew kuroo really was a conman” but you decided not to ask.
bokuto was your rock though. he was the one who had always been on your side. the day after you left, bokuto went to the apartment to collect your things. he made sure to tell kuroo off before leaving. at the time, kuroo tuned it out. he didn’t really care. but now? now, it was different.
kuroo stood outside the door that led to you and bokuto’s apartment. bokuto was throwing an after party for MSBY’s most recent win. he was still friends with bokuto, but it wasn’t really the same. he knew how disappointed bokuto was in him. hell, all of his friends were disappointed in him.
he wasn’t sure what to expect when he stepped into the party, but hearing your laugh across the room caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach, immediately followed by a deep sense of regret. he didn’t realize how much he missed that sweet melody of yours. his gaze snapped into the direction where your laughter came from, and there you were, standing in all of your glory.
you had always been beautiful. once upon a time, kuroo did fall for you. but you were on a whole other level now. you had a glow surround you that radiated warmth and confidence. had he been blind before? how could he have not seen it? and more importantly, how could he have let you go?
but he didn’t let you go. he stuffed the feelings he had for you deep down so he could make room for her. even so, it had all been for nothing. she left him, which only made him see how much he really lost when he kicked you out of his life. he had made the biggest mistake of falling for another woman when he had the most perfect person right in front of him all along.
he didn’t plan on falling for her at first. of course, he liked the familiarity that she brought. she reminded him of his time at Nekoma and all the fond memories he had there. he devoured her praises of how she remembered him in high school. he held onto her word like it was his lifeline. like whatever she said was law. how silly, when you had been there speaking not of the man he used to be, but on the man he had become.
he let the beautiful, rose colored glasses deceive him. she was truly a snake in disguise. a few months after he ended things with you, she left him for another man. he later found out that was just who she was. she would date and make guys fall for her but never truly stuck around after that.
he was such a dumbass. 
“kuroo?” your voice had snapped him back into reality. he felt his heart almost beat right out of his chest while simultaneously crack because when had you ever called him kuroo? it had always been tetsu. he looked down at you with his mouth wide open. the last thing he expected was for you to come up to him. you offered him the tiniest smile. “bokuto will be glad that you made it.”
“i’m glad.” he said, hesitance lacing his voice. is that really the best he could do? he cleared his throat. “but i’m glad to see you. you look good. really good.”
“careful, we don’t want her hearing something like that now do we?” you replied smoothly, playing with your hands behind your back. he could barely detect the hint of resentment in your voice. he knew you were uncomfortable but he respected that you came up to him anyway.
“she’s gone.” he looked down at his feet. “she left me.”
“hm.” you hum, not sure on how you want to play this. you want to gloat in his face and tell him that it serves him right after the stunt he pulled on you. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a small, teeny, tiny part of you that still loved him and wanted him to be happy. “that sucks. i know how much that hurts.”
“i’m so sorry.” he said, looking you straight in the eye. “ending things with you is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done. i know i don’t deserve it, but i’d still like to be a part of your life somehow.”
you look at him in shock. you weren’t expecting any of this. you figured he wouldn’t show or worse, he’d show up with her. but he had come alone. you scanned his face. he seemed genuine. you also noticed that he didn’t look so good either. the dark circles under his eyes were prominent and his hair seemed even messier than before (if that was possible). his normally playful smirk had been wiped clean off of his face as if it had been missing for months.
“kuroo.” you start. he looked at you with a glint of hope in his eyes. the same hope that you held out for him before. the same hope that he squashed that day by not even treating you with the respect of saying goodbye. you couldn’t even try to hide the rage that had begun to resurface. “that’s not going to happen. we are going to be civil for bokuto’s sake but that’s it. you’re right, you don’t deserve it. at the end, you treated me as a placeholder for her. and when the day finally came where you could be together,  you threw me out of your life like what we had didn’t matter. i feel bad that she left you but you left me first.” you felt the tears prick your eyes. all your frustrations that you had been holding for so long came out. now you finally got to tell him how you feel. even better, he was actually taking it in this time.
“i’m-” kuroo started. 
“no. you don’t get to say anything else. you’ve done enough.” you crossed your arms. you didn’t care if you were being mean or cold. you had still been a lot nicer to him right now than he was that day. kuroo blinked a few times, trying to hold back tears.
“everything good here?” you heard a voice. you look at the corner of your eye and see sakusa and atsumu approach you guys. atsumu threw his arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side protectively. sakusa stood on the other side of you and crossed his arms, his glare staring straight through kuroo. kuroo had to hold back a gulp. if looks could kill…
“yes. he was just going to say hi to bokuto now.” you say, raising a brow at him. you knew he wouldn’t object. he just nodded and looked at you one last time. you shift your attention to sakusa and atsumu. you flash them your award-winning smile which atsumu eagerly returns. sakusa even gives you a small smile. they were both proud of you for standing up for yourself. atsumu gave you a brief kiss on the top of your head while side eyeing kuroo, practically telling him to get out of here.
kuroo knew he should walk over to bokuto now but he felt like he had been punched in the gut. he had been so stupid to throw away the best thing in his life. and judging by the way atsumu and sakusa were looking at you, he knew that it wouldn’t be long until someone else had a chance to steal your heart.
sometimes true love is understanding that you aren’t meant to be together. in order for you to be happy, you have to let one another go. he vowed he would do whatever it takes to make sure you’re happy, whether or not it was with him.
taglist: @crystal-lilac @hyeque <33
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happy-hokkyokugitsune · 11 months
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The idea of Bokuto, Hinata, Kuroo, and Tendou on the same Volleyball team while in University lives in my brain rent free.
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marinesocks · 2 years
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Find the Word Tag
huge thanks to @andromedatalksaboutstuff for tagging me!! i love this game? its always super fun i'm not sure why
My words were: FEEL, NIGHT, LOVE, & BRIGHT. as always, these excerpts are taken from the owl's wish !
feel
“Something like that,” He says, winking at them. “But seriously, I just feel bad for you, Akaashi. You got stuck with this horned owl airhead?” Kuroo reaches out and flicks one of the feathers peeking out of Bokuto’s hair. “I hate to say it, but you might as well turn back now. You’ll never make it to the Lady of the Yellow Springs with this bird-brain.”
night
Bokuto stands outside his bedroom door, staring blankly at the sliding panel. The brisk coolness of night has slipped beneath the edges of the storm shutters, and the light from the candles seems especially weak. The clinging shadows filter every color into something dim and bleak. Almost black.
love
Although it could be the candle's flickering light, Bokuto could swear that Kuroo's face gets slightly flushed as the cat spirit considers this question. "It's, uh," He coughs. "It's not my place to say. I'm sure the Miyas would love to fill you in if you ask them about it. Now eat your food!"
bright
“One day, a messenger showed up at my door. He was an eager crow spirit, with bright orange hair and an inability to stand still. Just a kid. He beamed as he relayed the information he’d been given. He told me I was tasked with sourcing the ore from which we would make the katana for the Crow Shogun himself.”
i'm going to formally tag @cottonberryfinn , @italiangothicwriteblr , @blue-swinger-1 , and @athemarina !! as well as anyone else who would like to participate!
Your words (should you choose to accept them) are: FIRE, METHOD, RICH, ABOUT, KNOW
and just like last time i'm adding my own rule that if you can't find a word in your work then you have to tell me a fun fact about either your WIP, your writing process, or one of your characters ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
good luck, writers!! have a great day!!
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redrocketpanda · 9 months
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"idk how to write strip poker, idek how strip poker works," I say in a panicked voice to myself
and then proceed to write a 2000 words once I realise it's okay because atsumu doesn't know how to play strip poker either, especially not the kind being run by kuroo who made up a bunch of bullshit rules on the spot
anyway the terusumu smut fic, which has now become the Miya Atsumu Humiliation Show, has expanded into an unwieldly 6700 word beast made of house party, drink theft, dancing, party chat, and strip poker
next up... the actual smut... that I have not even thought about yet alone begun writing...
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neighbourhoodbroski · 2 years
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I made two alphabets for my fic (Fukurodani’s and Nekoma’s) cause in the story they speak different languages. This is Daichi’s name in both.
Left: Fukurodani
Right: Nekoma
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reverie-starlight · 6 months
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instead of studying I will be writing
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rinsaint · 2 years
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could you do (any haikyuu boys of your choice) with a y/n that does really suggestive things to them without noticing how suggestive they are? (ex; sitting on their lap, bumping their ass into the boys, etc)?? love ur writing btw, and even if you dont do this, keep up the amazing work!!!🤍
ft. bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima !!
cw. dirty thoughts !!
TSUKISHIMA: god you drive tsukishima crazy, and he always plays it off by saying something insulting because he doesn’t want you to see him flustered. Every morning you would come behind him, tracing your hands around his hips, snaking your hand under his shirt. It’s nothing but a friendly gesture but it has his mind going crazy. You soft fingers running down his pelvis. Or when you whine his name to bother him, your sweet tone calling him tsuki asking him to pay attention to you. And it has him weak in the knees. He doesn’t know why but the sound of you begging and whining for him to pay attention to you has him in a frenzy.
KUROO: kuroo knows you don’t do it purposely. I mean how could you? You’re his little angel and you just don’t notice that the way you lean forward to him to talk to him about something shows your breasts just a bit which has him gulping. Or the way you sit on his lap while watching a movie, squirming a bit is all just innocence. Kuroo tries hard, really hard not to say anything but the way you are sucking on that ice cream giggling at him as he watches you with hunger in his eyes, his cock gets so hard. And he definitely tries so hard not to say anything when you come behind him and start trailing kisses down his neck. but he doesn’t wanna say anything because he doesn’t wanna scare you off <\33
BOKUTO: does suggestive things without knowing either so you two just fluster each other a lot. Bokuto sometimes does notice the things you do and it has him flustered as hell but he doesn’t care. When he’s playing a game with his friends and is ignoring you for a while, you would come behind and move the headphones off his ear whispering in it for his attention. And bokuto gets off the game so fast because that turned him on, your voice whispering in his ear, and he won’t say anything about it cause he doesn’t wanna freak you out. And bokuto definitely doesn’t do well when you give him kisses because it makes him crave and want more.
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sednas · 1 year
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is this self indulgent? probably. am i ashamed? absolutely not.
NSFW, fem!reader, I tried to write it as a third person point of view to change a bit
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thinking about men who love nerdy little girls. thinking about big and intimidating boyfriend and his shy girlfriend always hiding behind his broad shoulders. thinking about confident and cocky men who love girlies with glasses and sweet and awkward girls who never know what to do with their hands and hate eye contact.
he does all the talking while his gf is behind him, he makes phone calls for her and calls a waiter when someone made a mistake with her order. he always has his arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer whenever he feels like it or when he's jealous. he takes the side of the road when they're walking together and he always has his hand resting on her thigh when he's driving.
he loves to make her embarrassed in public, running his hand over her thigh, playing with the hem of her skirt or the loop of her jeans, a wicked smile on his lips when she tries to jerk his hand away, her face visibly flustered.
he loves to distract her when she's reading a book, coming up behind her, his hands slowly grazing her waist, then her chest, his fingers ghosting over her covered nipples while she buries her head in the book she's trying to read. of course, he lets her read quietly... sometimes... just to hear her rant passionately about it once she's done reading it.
he loves watching nerdy movies with her, star wars, lord of the rings, spider-man, dark knight... he smiles every time she explains something he didn't quite understand or when she gives him a fun fact about a scene that just happened. but sometimes these movies are so long tho, and watching her face contorts with pleasure while he's playing with her is so much more entertaining.
"you're almost there princess, just let it happen."
he always chooses the right words to make her lose it, his skilled fingers drawing circles around her bundle of nerves until her body starts quivering from overstimulation and she lets herself fall into his chest. he does the same when she's playing video games, slowly letting himself fall on the floor, forcing her to open her legs while she's looking at him, eyes full of anticipation.
he tells her to keep playing while his warm tongue is already tracing up and down her slit. he stops every time she lets go of the controller to grab his hair, and she ends up like a moaning mess with his head buried between her opened legs, trembling hands trying to keep playing the game as her character keeps dying over the same spot, her boyfriend giving her clit a hard suck every time she tries to focus and play properly.
thinking about big and intimidating bf who is an absolute sucker for your shyness, loving how you always try to look away from his adoring gaze and how pretty you look when you finally give him what he wants and look up at him when he's fucking your mouth.
he never lasts long when you look into his eyes through your lashes.
toji, gojo, sukuna, eren, hanma, ran, dabi, keigo, kuroo, bokuto, your fav <3
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charismaya · 8 months
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Rise and Shine
CW//TW: NSFW 18+ content, somnophilia, hints of overstimulation, AFAB!reader (MINORS, AGELESS and BLANK BLOGS DNI)
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Guys who wake up before you and love to adore your naked frame adorned with sunlight and feel their heart beat faster when they see the hickeys on your neck, on your boobs, and the bites on your thighs, the impressions from the tight grip on your hips and his cock hardens and he starts rutting himself between your thighs, rubbing your nipples until you wake up because he can't control himself but he cares for you so he doesn't want to make yourself more sore than the night before. — ATSUMU, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Daichi, TENDOU, Hanamaki
Guys who sleep peacefully after fucking you and holding you in their arms, where you wake up before them and trace their features with your fingers, running your lips, ghosting them over the love bites and feel a sense of pride when you see the nail tracks on their back left by you. He's all yours and this possessiveness makes you roll him flat on his back just to rub your wet folds on his half hard dick and slowly kiss his face down to his pecs until he is gasping and grunting and wakes up with a half smile-half smirk, to see his baby being needy for him and only him. — Suna, Osamu, KUROO, Matsukawa, Akaashi, OIKAWA, Kageyama
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A/N: Yeah these crumbs were in my drafts and I would probably disappear from writing for god knows how long :')
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Random Haikyuu Prompts that I need the motivation to write
Atsumu carries your stuff, unprompted. Literally will not let you carry so much as a sheet of paper if he's around. It makes him feel needed, useful, even in some small way, to the person he loves.
Matsukawa just has his hands on you all the time. It's like muscle memory for him to have his hand in your back pocket, over your shoulders, looped through your arm; and don't think he's above squeezing or tapping your ass playfully in public.
Oikawa/Hinata being your deskmate at school and filling your notebooks and textbooks with doodles in the edges. The more obvious his feelings become, the cheesier those doodles get, to the point that your notebook edge is now nothing but hearts and cupids and other random lovey-dovey doodles.
Kuroo likes to feed you, has snacks on his person for you at all hours of the day, and there's a variety. He's learned your favourites through observation and trail and error, even brings you whole lunches sometimes. His excuse is that he made too much for himself.
Kenma's a biter. Soft nips to get your attention while you're cuddling or just randomly while you're just existing, he'll bite you pretty hard, it's his way of saying he loves you, the damn cat.
Kageyama gets manicures with you and likes to match with you. He's got no shame, he'll wear any colour you want, pink included, and rock it proudly. His absolute favourite is black though, loves matching black nails with you.
Sunset walks on the beach with Osamu, music playing from a speaker hanging off your wrist, hands swinging between you. That's it, that's the prompt.
Suna keeps an embarrassing picture of you as his lock screen and often lets people steal glances at it, just so he can tell people off if they make fun of you. On his home screen, is a picture of you, dressed to the nines, smiling while looking your absolute best just for him, and that one, no one else gets to see.
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alienaiver · 2 years
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Hi! If you're still doing these cute match-ups, can I request one for Haikyuu, please?
-I'm usually pretty collected but I tend to ramble when I'm nervous or excited
-I have about 220 books (About 50% of this count is manga)
-I absolutely love French styled yogurt
Thank you!
hello !! of course you can, thank you for sending one in 🧡🧡
i pair you with
kozume kenma ✨
and your trope is: soulmate au where you're colorblind until you meet your soulmate!
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send me three facts about yourself and i'll give you a character and a trope (both dgm and hq!)
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no1frogfan · 1 year
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Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting
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Daichi, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Ushijima x afab reader Word count: ~1.6k Tags & warnings: Smut, smut, n more SMUT-MDNI, thigh riding, dom (teeny tiny), praise, p in v, creampie (implied), oral sex (m and f receiving), hair pulling, fingering, throat fucking, I love a man that smells good and has a sexy voice
Note: New year, same horny me. This got out of hand. Recently did a lot of pet-sitting and I wish any (all) of this happened. It’s my first time writing smut - thoughts & constructive criticism welcome
more boys | boys 3
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You meet Daichi before you even start cat-sitting. Due to a last-minute itinerary change, your friend flew out a day early and left her extra key with a neighbor for you to pick up. He opens the door dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and you’re reduced to a stammering mess as you gape at his immense biceps and thighs, trying to explain that you’re the cat-sitter and sorry for disturbing him but could you please get your friend’s key?
Daichi is too polite to comment on your wandering eyes and nervous stuttering, but he’s smirking to himself after he closes his door. Unfortunately for your composure, he suddenly finds himself needing to borrow a lot of things. Could he get some sugar? One of his best friends is an elementary school teacher, you see, and he wants to bring some cookies for the kids when he goes for a class visit. Does your friend have a wrench he can use? You don’t know where it is? Well, why doesn’t he come in to help you find it? You get used to seeing him every day, although he makes you short circuit each time, your nerves constantly on edge because he’s always murmuring things in your ear (he doesn’t want to startle you by yelling) or accidentally brushing against you (he can’t help it, he’s just so broad).
He finally decides to stop teasing you and asks you out to dinner. He’s so sweet and funny, and you find that when you’re not too flustered to function, you really enjoy his company, so much so that you invite him in for a drink afterward. The alcohol must have gone to straight to your pussy though because you quickly find yourself straddling him, absolutely intoxicated by his deep voice and masculine scent. You’re drenched and you can feel him straining against his pants, but he doesn’t want to rush it with you. He exudes natural authority, which is why you don’t let out a peep of protest when he tells you to ride his thigh first. He sits back with his hands behind his head and drinks in your furrowed brow and desperate whimpers as you grind yourself against his rock-hard muscle, cooing, “You’re doing so good, baby. Be really good and cum for me and I’ll give you a big reward.”
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You’re confused when you call for your friend’s cat to come inside one night only to see her climb out of the neighbor’s window. The neighbor in question, Matsukawa, steps out onto the shared balcony and is just as confused to see you. You tell him you’re cat-sitting and he explains that your friend’s cat likes to sit on his laptop while he works. It turns into a comfortable routine to talk with him in the evenings while you wait for the cat to return. He’s incredibly handsome, but more than that he’s magnetic, witty, and has an absolutely lewd sense of humor that he’s surprised you love.
What you don’t know is that he’s got a major problem with you. The problem being he’s confused - no, frustrated - by why you’ve suddenly started wearing a shirt so flimsy it leaves nothing to the imagination. Every night, he struggles to keep himself from fixating on the swell of your breasts and the outline of your nipples poking through the sheer fabric. When he retreats to his apartment after your chats, he’s so worked up he has to fuck his fist, picturing how you’d look underneath him, glassy-eyed and drooling with his cum all over those pretty tits and leaking out of your pussy.
After a solid week, he decides enough is enough and invites you over. The two of you barely make it more than 10 minutes. He’s pouring you a drink when you confess you’ve been wearing that shirt on purpose after seeing him out on a run. In a flash, Issei’s got you bent over his kitchen counter, pulling your panties to the side. He barely needs to prep you because you’ve been looking forward to this all day, cursing under his breath as his fingers slide in with little resistance. He pulls your head back by your hair and growls into your ear while he rails you from behind, “If you’re gonna tease me, you better be ready to show me what this tight little pussy can do.” You barely register what he’s saying because the only thing you can focus on is how full you feel with each delicious drag of his thick cock against your slick walls. His cum drips down your thighs as he reaches between your legs one more time. “Gonna cum on my cock again baby?”
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You first see Kuroo one morning while walking your friend’s dog. He’s out on a run with his own dog and you’d have to be a statue to be impervious to how his shirt clings to his chest. He sees you checking him out and decides to give you a show by lifting up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his neck. Except he accidentally uses the same hand that’s holding the leash, causing his dog to pull him forward flat onto his face. After you make sure they’re both ok, you let yourself laugh so hard you get a stomachache.
You wonder if you’ll run into him again after that fiasco. He must be shameless because he makes sure to leave the house at the same time the next morning to catch you. He’s more sheepish this time, though he still drops some cheesy jokes. You run into him every morning after that, and every evening too. He always stops to chat. You give him shit for how unfunny he is, but he lives to hear your groans when he comes up with an especially terrible line. You two fluster each other constantly. His stomach flutters on the rare instances he actually makes you laugh - loudly and genuinely - at something he says. Meanwhile, you’re speechless when he starts running without a shirt on (because it’s hot out and not for any other reason), eyes hungrily taking in every inch of corded muscle. He smirks when he catches you gawking at him yet again, “Want me to ask you over or something?” Let me tell you, that false bravado slips right off when you reply, “Yea, I’d like that,” and suddenly he’s the one that's a stuttering wreck.
You go over to watch a movie together that night, but don’t get far because it’s adorable how he fidgets with his hair and his cheeky grin is so charming and he smells so enticing that it’s impossible to keep your hands to yourself. He shoos his dog out of the bedroom when you get down to business because “I don’t want her to see this.” As ridiculous as this man is, he is an artiste when it comes to eating pussy. He’s got you cumming around his tongue and fingers for the fourth time and doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. You’re gasping for breath, barely able to form a coherent thought, cunt drenched and clenching and begging for him to fuck you already. “Cum for me one more time baby, then I’ll do whatever you want.” But he’s said that three times already.
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You’re intimidated when Ushijima opens his door but not too intimidated to ogle him as drops of sweat glide down his naked torso. You’ve interrupted him in the middle of a workout, but how were you to know? You just wanted to hand over a package that had been misdelivered to your friend’s apartment next door. You watch the way his muscles ripple as he reaches for the box, and he watches you brazenly eyefuck him (to be fair, his pecs are right there, not to mention the shadow of something massive in his shorts).
After that, he always offers a polite hello in the hallway, but never initiates conversation and only gives you one-word responses, so you figure he’s not interested. It’s disappointing, but at least you can still fantasize about him, moaning his name while knuckle deep in your soaking cunt, desperately wishing it was his thick fingers instead. You hear a knock and hurriedly throw on a robe to find Ushijima at the door. He clears his throat. “Were you…calling for me?” SHIT. You forgot to close the windows. If only the ground would swallow you whole right now so you don’t have to stammer out an excuse, any excuse.
But then you notice the nervous bob of his adam’s apple and the bulge in his pants, and you find yourself asking if he came over to help. He nods, following you to the couch obediently like a huge puppy. He’s so timid at first, letting out sweet little whines when you wrap your lips around him, barely able to fit a few inches in your mouth. But now he’s grunting like a feral thing as he fists your hair, slamming his cock over and over again into the back of your throat, unable to hold back as he chases his own release. And after he pumps your throat full of cum, you’re going to count yourself the luckiest bitch in the world as you slowly sink your dripping pussy down onto his fat cock. “Are you sure I’ll fit?” he whispers in a haze, watching your eyes roll back as he disappears inside of you inch by inch.
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Note 2: Pussydrunk Kuroo or bust. Ok but now I’m thinking about how hilarious (read: horny & amazing) reader’s life would be if this was all in the same apartment complex and happening at the same time
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lowkeyremi · 5 months
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Happy Birthday kenma x fem!reader
note: this is my first time writing real smut, i think. tell me what u guys think. i need feedback so i can get better. also had my friends proofread this for me, that's how anxious i am lol
Word count: 1.2k
CW: smut 18+, unprotected sex, P -> V sex, quickie, kissing, kenma is a whore and a lazy mf, reader has fem parts and is referred to as a girl, creampie, you pull his hair once, pet names.
divider cred: kithsune
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"Ken! They're waiting for you what in the-" Your boyfriend, the birthday boy, is hurling you down the stairs... Into the little closet under the stairs to hide from his friends.
"I don't wanna hear Kuroo and Bokuto's shitty happy birthday singing." He mumbles quietly to you. Kuroo somehow has impeccable hearing. It's easy for him to pick your boyfriend out of a crowd with no problem.
"Oh come on Kenma, you listen to them sing every year. This one won't be any different." The closet provides no light and is stuffy. Even though you can't see your boyfriend you know there's a big pout on his face.
"Please.. it's so embarrassing. They always record it because they know I hate it." He grabs your hand, squeezing softly. His face is so close to yours you can feel his warm breath tickle your skin.
"Okay, then what do you suggest we do? They're gonna start looking for us soon. I'm sure the closet is kind of an obvious spot." One thing you'd never take into account when first dating Kenma was his sneakiness. So of course when you feel his hand slip up your shirt you gasp in shock.
"In the closet?" The disbelief in your voice caused a soft chuckle to escape the gamer's throat. You've watched him become more of a man every day, little by little. His deep voice reminds you of how in high school Kenma's voice was high pitched. He was the definition of puberty.
"Yeah, I haven't had you today because you've spent all day planning this dumb party. I think I'm ready for my birthday present."
He can't see you but he knows your body well enough to find those plush lips and plant a sloppy kiss on them. You meet his lips trying to match his slow pace. If you were being honest you wanted him too.. all day long.
His hands move from your tummy down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. "I love your ass." He says opening his mouth while you continue to give him open-mouthed kisses along his pretty face.
"I think I can tell." You wrap your arms around his neck, placing little kisses on his neck. You know he likes it.
You're still unsure of doing this, mainly because all of Kenma's friends are not too far from the closet that has no lock on it. Things could easily go south. Kuroo would love to get in on the action if he were to find you guys, he has before.
A slim finger hooks onto your waistband and slowly pulls at it. "Quit being a tease. If we're doing this, then hurry up." Kenma only smirks at your sudden urgency.
Kenma closes the distance, his voice soft in your ear, "Calm down momma." He's playing dirty now.
He knows that nickname makes you fold. Every. Damn. Time. With your brain being slightly clouded he's able to take control.
You were suddenly grateful for the lack of light in the closet because you weren't planning to wear any cute panties until all the guests left.
He caresses your thigh, dragging out the growing arousal in your gut. There's most likely a wet spot on your panties right now.
"Is it bad I'm already hard?" His voice is hoarse even though you guys haven't done anything yet.
"Stop playing, touch me, Ken." You whine getting fed up with his incessant teasing.
"Okay, princess, whatever you want." Without wasting any time your panties are pulled down and two of Kenma's fingers find your dripping cunt.
He's quick to push his fingers in. It hurts just a little bit but the pain goes away as his fingers work you open. "Hah, so good cuz of my skillful gam-"
"Fuck- if you say your 'skillful gamer hands' I'm going to leave this closet." Kenma knows you won't leave the closet, not when he's fucking you so good with his fingers.
Your boyfriend continues at a quick pace. To stay upright you have one hand gripping his shoulder, while your other reaches to rub sloppy circles into your clit.
"So pretty when you touch yourself." He moans rather loudly. It takes him by surprise when you stop touching yourself to cover his mouth. Your juices get on his face.
"Shhhh. Your loud ass is gonna get us caught." Instead of listening to your warning, he tries to push you over the edge. His other hand finds your clit that you abandoned. You would think that his movement would be sloppy, but yet here he is being precise with the way he fucks you with his fingers.
This time around you let out a moan, not as loud as Kenma's. You've concluded that your boyfriend is kind of a slut for you.
Kenma knows that you're getting close. The way your breathing changes, the way you desperately clutch to him, the way you stumble on your words, he loves all of it.
"Getting close?" He teased.
You don't say anything- or more like you can't say anything. Pleasure clouds your mind. All you want is to cum.
"Hah- can't cum yet baby. 's my birthday." With that statement, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to admire the slick on them.
The blonde pulls his cock free from those restraining pants of his. A small groan escapes those plush lips of his when he thumbs at his slit. And he doesn't warn you before entering your pussy.
You gasp rather loudly, his cock filling you up to the brim just the way you like it.
Kenma lets out the loudest moan ever when he feels your tight pussy squeeze him. You count about a minute before he starts to move.
His thrusts aren't calculated as usual. Kenma is a very smart person and weighs out his options before doing something, but when it comes to you, he always loses himself. He calls you the most dangerous weapon.
The grip you have on his shoulders is deadly. You decide to kiss him, only to shut up his loud moans.
Kenma continues at this uneven pace, fucking up into your dripping cunt. You move one hand into his hair to pull at it.
"Shit, Mommy- feels so good," Kenma whines into your ear and you melt on the spot.
Kenma feels you squeeze his cock more than you did before. Your eyes screw shut and you see white.
"I'm gonna-"
Kenma beats you to it by a few seconds. That pretty cock of his paints your insides white, not slowing down for a second. The sounds your bodies make slapping against each other are loud and obnoxious.
You're quick to cum after him, pleasure taking over your body, which almost gave out and it wasn't even crazy sex.
"Ken, we... we gotta hurry up. I'll go change and-"
Kenma finds your panties, and pulls them back up, a sinister smile growing. "Be good mama, don't let them know what we were doing."
"You don't expect me to go out there full of-"
"Hell yeah, I do." He pulls his boxers and pants up.
In the closet, he grabs your hand while leading you out.
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end note: idk how to feel abt this.. ik its my first time. but i still dont like it lol. tell me what u think
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tetsuslove · 2 years
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⤷ how sex with Kuroo changes trough the years :)
ᥫ᭡ bf/husband Kuroo x f.Reader
Warnings: smut (MDNI!), virginty loss (virgin!kuroo is always in my mind<3), praises!, oral ( both sides) , overstimulating, breeding , no proofreading
🤍: actually wanted to write a drabble of it but it’s now more hcs ;”)
Requests and suggestions are welcome <3
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Bf!Kuroo who had his first time with you! Many people who meet him in the timeskip thought at first that he probably had many flings or one night stands before he got married with you. But that is false. He was actually single till he meet you. He had few crushes ofc, like the this on actor lady of his fav childhood series. But being in love is something different.
He was shy ofc when he saw you naked. Seeing your pretty tits, thighs pressed together trying to cover your heat sex which got wet while making out with your boyfriend and trying to cover your red face because this boy is staring at you as if he tries to make photos of you with his eyes. His face isn’t any better. Sweat on his forehead after the rough make out, trying to calm down because he knew he is going to have sex for the first time. He slowly takes your hands of your face to see you.Softly kissing you and when you open your eyes, you see a shy smile of kuroo but his eyes have lust and love in it. And his hard dick for sure needs some attention too
Bf! Kuroo who stutters and moves his hips so much when you give him his first blowjob and handjob. Panting and trying to catch some breath when he feels your lips kissing his cute tip and your tongue all over his dick and balls. He looks so goddamn cute that you couldn’t stop. His abs flexing when he is cumming <3 And especially when you give him a handjob and kisses him at the same time, oh boy. This boy moans in your mouth but in his defence, he never felt something like this before :(
From this inexperience young man is husband! Kuroo totally a different man
Husband!Kuroo who got more experiences with you trough the years, that he now know what to do! He for sure knows your weak spots, how you are more the one who gets shy and overstimuled with his fingers and mouth alone. His sinful lips who kissing you rough with his tongue also let’s out praises which sounds so innocence but sure is not what he is doing with you right now. Fucking his pretty wife on the bed and leaving marks on your body in any way. Sucking your breats and bites on it and smirks when he sees you whining when he knead your breats or thighs. Needing more of him and of this
He now got the control that he didn’t had at the beginning and he loves it! It shows him that he is more mature and that he is now an adult and man. And one bonus is that he is your husband! Using it so your sweet pussy squeezes more when he says stuff like “ naw come on, my love. Give your sweet husband one more~” and his smirks doesn’t make it better. Prasing you for being a good wife for cumming for him. Praises your beautiful body for looking so beautiful when he sees it marked and sweaty of the x round of sex. And he for sure can go another round when he sees his cum dropping of your cute and wet pussy, knowing that he is the only man who can leave his seeds in you. He knows what he is doing and both of you are loving it
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redrocketpanda · 9 months
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terusumu fic news update (for the precisely 3 other people who seem to be interested in it bc the rest of y'all are losers who clearly don't appreciate a trashy ship pairing when you see one): so, I had almost finished it. with just the sex scene left to write. and then I decided to rewrite the entire fucking thing in an attempt to do "closer narrative distance" to Atsumu
and pals. It's fucking hard trying to write so much from someone's perspective. idk how other people work??? what do you think about??? how do you feel??? how do non-Avery people work?? fuck knows.
All I know is that Atsumu's head is full of very arrogant and prickly thoughts about how much he fucking despises Terushima, but jokes on Atsumu cause he's gonna get railed to death by Terushima in a coupla hours and hate him even more
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Hello! I have a request!
Could you do something where Kenma isn't really giving the female reader any attention because he's busy streaming so the reader sneaks under his desk where the viewer's can't see her and she pleasures him until he eventually cums down her throat?
:) I un-ironically love writing bjs
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The shared house was silent anytime after 5 o’clock. Kuroo had just left— his afternoon business management classes calling him in, and Bokuto’s practice overcrowded his schedule to the point where he went twice a day with some gym sessions in between. That leaves you alone with Kenma in your 4 bedroom home off campus that was supposedly his father’s apology gift.
The bills are mainly kept satisfied with Kenma’s profit as his streaming allows you all to live as you do. Of course, there was a sense of independency by your own jobs regardless. There has probably been twice where everyone was in the living room at once, but it’s like there’s a tacit agreement each of you have your own goals.
You can’t be mad at the man for being busy when his job supports his friends and himself.
Kenma has been your friend, now boyfriend, for the longest out of all of them, next in line being Kuroo. Kenma took computer engineering and coding related classes, despite having already perfected building PC’s just out of pure experience. The work is hard. You’ve seen it.
You’ve witnessed him stress first hand about a single error in a strenuous, long line of codes—and you ask him why he doesn’t stop doing it if it bothers him to the extent it does. His determination has grown for activities he enjoys over the years; 12 year old him would have quit.
Kenma’s way to deal with stress is isolation. The entire day he’s been crammed in his room, and with being the only other person in the house majority of the time, you bring it upon yourself to feed him. He gets focused and forgets to eat.
The reminder has you clicking your Ipad off from whatever distraction show you had playing. It was so boring most of the days, Netflix couldn’t even fulfill you. You toss the covers off yourself, then bounce downstairs into the kitchen.
It was so quiet that your feet patting against the floor filled the air. To cure the ennui you felt, you’d take the time to have fun with this culinary experience.
By the time there was fluffy white flour messily coating the kitchen and dishes stacked like game cards in the sink, your dish was plated for two. Maybe you’d keep him some company?
Careful not to fall up the stairs, you prod at his door in attempt to knock with one hand. Somehow you turn the knob successfully.
The fan cuts through the air, every click of Kenma’s pen accompanied with a glance to the paper beside him. He won’t even look up at the waitress bearing goods.
“Hi Ken,” you grab his attention but his slim eyes only dart up at the smell of cuisine. “Have you eaten?”
You know the answer. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, so when he shakes his head the usual strands that follow aren’t there. You place the plate on his desk, next to the two cans of some energy drink and a diet Dr. Pepper.
“Thank you,” he speaks softly. There was a hint of edge to the sound, like he hadn’t used his voice all day.
“Mhmm.”
You turn on your heels to his bed, then sit criss cross as it squeaks and dips. “Do you mind if I just stay in here? It gets lonely in the house.”
To be honest, you forget he’s there sometimes.
“I’m kinda busy,” he replies. He loves you, and your presence, but he just knows he won’t be able to focus. “I’ll be done soon.”
The pout you flaunt deepens, “You’ve been stuck in here for almost a week now! Come out; I miss you Ken.”
He refrains himself from turning to look at you because he knows when he weighs his options, you’ll always come out on top. The chances of you getting picked multiply with your pout.
“Soon, I just need to finish this.”
“Please?”
He doesn’t even have a valid response for that, so he forces the spoon into his mouth. You’re actually a great cook, but since you all eat so much takeout, nobody’s at the dinner table at the same time to enjoy it.
You huff and negotiate to just sit in silence, as long as you’re in his presence. As long as you know he’s there.
This only lasts about fifteen minutes before you’re whining for him again. You completely understand the heavy load of schoolwork, and that it has to get done, but he genuinely has been at it for so long it cannot be healthy.
“I’m done,” he announces coincidentally, his soft fingers coming up to brush a tendril of hair back as he gathers his things on the desk into a neat pile.
Your head perks up like a puppy at attention. He arises from his chair after closing the laptop, pulling his rubber band from the hair connected at his nape as he steps towards you laying on his bed. You giggle in expectancy when he smiles gingerly at you, reaches his arms forward around your feet to plant his hands on the duvet, then crawls up your body. The hair tie wraps around his wrist to join all the other colorful bracelets and bands.
He makes you swoon by just giving you attention.
His hands grew into proportion as he aged, so now they were relatively large. Large enough to connect at your hips as he kisses his way up.
Stomach, chest, then an abundance on your chin and around your face, just for his thumb and index finger to hold your cheeks in position for his softer, slower kiss right on your lips.
You wrap your arms around him like he’d just disintegrate any second. You can feel his body slump, leaving you with most of his weight to carry and his head withdrawing from the kiss to between your breasts. With one hand massaging the round muscle, Kenma was in his element.
Black with barely-there blonde crowds your vision. His soft skin felt warm as you two lay intertwined in the still house, and if you were to fall asleep it would greatly help that Kenma never keeps the big light on. He moans in satisfactory below you.
You lift your hand to rest over his face, the bigger part of your thumb gliding gently over his cheek.
“I love you,” he mutters.
“I love you too Ken.”
After a while of Kenma following your heartbeat and breathing, you would’ve guessed he was asleep. He clarifies he isn’t when he groans lowly.
“I have to get up.”
The words rest tensely in the air, and maybe if you pretend you didn’t hear him, he’ll lay there and forget about it.
He attempts to raise himself from you, politely grabbing your hand and locking your fingers when he comes to a hover above. His pink lips come to the corner of yours as you blink open your eyes.
Truthfully, he wants nothing more than to be with you, here, resting—but he hasn’t streamed in a solid week because of school. You were completely his priority though, so he would make sure to give you equal attention as his stream.
He finds the little willpower to come off you and the bed. He was genuinely hoping you’d stay there and sleep peacefully, that way he’ll come back to join you and it will feel like he never left.
He flips a blanket over your body before he strolls to his setup usually beaming with bright lights. He takes a seat, making sure to turn the brightness down of everything, refraining from playing music, and ultimately deciding not to turn on any light not connected to his PC anyway.
As much as you hate that he’s not cuddled up next to you right now, you love the fact that he’s a steamer overall because he looks so damn hot doing it. Especially the way his muscles on his forearm flex as he quickly types or plays. His hair that’s usually up is down, because he isn’t wearing his mic.
Or like the way every now and then he’ll pop a piece of gum in his mouth and manspread in his gaming chair to shoot a quick message or check his feed. Or like the way he’s so attent, making call-outs, or whenever he gets angry his brows furrow the slightest bit and his face displays whatever he’s actually thinking. You find it hilarious when his eyes roll.
At some point, he hears you come up behind him into view, and his head relaxes into your two hands sliding up his neck to his jaw. You crouch into the screen and the chat immediately multiples. It’s too quick to read them all. Knowing his viewers, Kenma takes the responsibility of closing it with the click of a button, so fast that it seems he never even did it.
“Cracked, 130,” he calls.
You stood there for a moment to watch him play. He and his team beat the level, game, you don’t know, but he releases his focus from the screen and mindlessly cracks his knuckles.
A donation comes in that’s read aloud. Kenma tenses, but you’re excited to hear it.
“jump1nnit donates $70. ‘girl to girl, is it big?’”
Kenma’s head drops back in your hands, eyes closing in annoyance.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles. Where were his mods?
All you were thinking about was how much Kenma was actually earning. 70 dollars in a single donation? How many of these does he get a day? How much more do people pay that’s over 70 when you aren’t here?
You shake these questions away. You knew he was famous. This was not new information; his fans see you sometimes in the background, and they adore you. It’s why your instagram has so many followers and people saying outrageous things in your comments. Ken begs you not to check them.
You find it amusing honestly. God knows what he’s being sent despite his DM’s or what they’re saying in his chats. You know there’s girls all over the world after him, but he doesn’t entertain them, so you don’t either. You trust him completely.
Brought back to reality, you look down at Kenma.
He starts, “Are you-“
To rile up the scene, you nod at the monitor with a mischievous smirk on your face. You bend and kiss his forehead.
“Can I sit right here?” You ask quickly, already pulling up his desk stool because he has no reason to say no. He takes your momentary absence to mute the computer.
“Yeah. yeah, Definitely.”
The blonde’s tone is a little off, but you chalk it up to what just happened. He was just surprised you’d actually respond. He ignores them so he doesn’t get demonetized.
So you sit next to him on your phone playing games, or watching him, or laying on his shoulder. It made it a little difficult for him to play with the last one, but he doesn’t mind. He places a kiss to your forehead, matching earlier actions, and the way you two looked at each other after will definitely reel in some fan edits.
You return to gaming on your phone until you drop it. It tumbles down and under the PC, into the jungle of wires below.
At least with everything included in the setup, that’s what you expect to see, but they’re all neatly accounted for. The seat moves back against the carpet to accommodate for your body, the space you’ve created to retrieve the device. The problem is, you and Kenma occupy this space. You won’t fit.
Kenma heard your phone drop, so he had an idea why you’re down there. He even chuckled a little. Once you pick up the phone, you use his thigh as leverage to turn yourself around, causing him to flinch, and immediately an idea pops into your head.
You could stay down here.
You press the heart of your palm into him once more, the same reaction procreating ideas like a lightbulb.
His voice from above makes another callout.
The lightness of your fingertips glide across his thigh and up to his waist, slipping past the barrier of the thin shirt he’s wearing. Kenma is not ticklish, but his abdomen turns concave to your touch.
By now he has concluded what is happening, or going to happen, and just the thought has him hardening in front of you. Of course it’s something he’s thought about. He hasn’t asked because it feels unnatural—like you would only do it because he suggested it.
His poker face remains stone cold, but the rest gives him away. With every touch you only got closer. You trail your whole hand up the shirt, running this one along the dips of his pale skin, while the other goes back and forth along his thigh. Inwards, then back out. Your phone was long forgotten.
You run the length of your fingers over his center sneakily before meeting both hands in the middle and fiddling with his waistband. He shivers, but continues to play.
He hadn’t been purposely edging himself, and he definitely knows that you would help him whenever he asked, but with all the schoolwork piled on top of him, it never crossed his mind. It was now though, and sensitivity was at its highest.
“No, why would you do that; that’s stupid,” Kenma replies to what you assume is a donation. The technological voice isn’t there anymore for you to hear.
The tips of your nails dive past every ounce of clothing settled at his hips.
He shifts in his seat, whether to allow you to pull the band down just enough or to calm his nerves, you don’t know, but the opportunity was right in front of your face. Literally.
You don’t even do anything but hold his length before you start the up and down motions. It’s enough to turn him on more, having him grow in your hand. You can’t imagine the faces he’s making while his viewers’ minds were already polluted.
“Keep going, push,” he exclaims. Voice still soft, but with some sense of urgency.
He was not speaking to you, but you listen anyway, and do as he says. Maybe you could play a game: see how long it takes before he realizes you’re taking orders.
With this, you stroke him a little faster, then run your fleshy thumb over his tip. It began dripping, a single bud threatening to fall. After swiping it away, you disperse what little you could, then wrap your plush lips around his head.
He wasn’t expecting it right after your slow pace.
“Ugh, fuck- third party.”
The groan he emitted was covered quickly by a call, as if that’s what “frustrated” him.
You pop off as quickly as you came, spread your saliva, and now slide your enclosed hand down his cock steadily. Silky smooth, it took no energy to glide along him. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his thigh through the cotton.
“Down, he’s under and one shot.”
You jerk him off as his breathing barely picks up, occasionally coming down to wet him some more, but you see a significant difference when your hand consistently twists just the tip. You’d swirl your tongue around the reddening, most sensitive part of him before dropping even farther to take his balls in your mouth.
You tug and pull harmlessly.
“Hmm...”
Despite what was going on, the streamer was clever with how he hid it.
He asks, “Hey, what do y’all want to hear?”
The viewers were astonished they were being asked; Kenma has previously told them he likes his music and would play whatever he felt like hearing. He did a stream for song recommendations and half of it was him hating on their music and the other half was his viewers attempting to find songs he would like.
Regardless, he unmuted the sound on his computer and turned on the playlist, only slightly louder than usual.
You took this opportunity to actually wrap your lips around his cock, not having to worry about the sounds. You start on the slower side but it didn’t take long to get comfortable. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you jerked off.
His abdomen showcased whatever his face wouldn’t, stuttering every now and then with his hips correcting their position. You brought the wet hand to his balls once more, and attempted to fit all of him down your throat. There was a deep sigh above you.
You closed your eyes and went again, trying to go deeper. You didn’t gag, but your throat made sounds that was enough implication of what was going on. That’s okay though. Some random band one of his mods recommended was playing.
Once more, you tried to go deeper, actually sputtering this time, but once you got past the uncomfortableness of it all, you could go the same depth over and over. You did, breathing through your nose. He could hear your throat, but chat couldn’t. If they could, they would be saying something.
“Oh shit, oh shit, he’s on me,” he huffs, “I’m gonna twist around to cover.”
You remove yourself, partially to breathe, and take two hands to twist on top of each other in opposite directions. His belly button caves in with some more muscles, pure evidence of his pleasure.
This was the second he knew what you were doing. What game you were playing.
If you wanted to play, he could too.
“Where is she?” he reads chat calmly. “I think she’s downstairs eating.”
Was it calm enough—you’re not sure, because he was fidgeting excessively in the leaning chair.
The double entendre has you giggling silently. With a deep breath, you’re back down on him again. It’s not long until you sputter.
“Do you want me to tell her to come back up?” You hear him spit out quickly.
You do as he says, but not without the price of your fingers doubling speed at his head.
“Yeah, I’ll tell her. Hold on.”
With quickness, he mutes and turns his camera off.
He was sweating and physically overwhelmed. Pushing back on his heels, his chair rolls from under the table with you following, finally in his sight. He could already imagine how you looked.
Red lips. Glowing face. Glossy eyes, smiling and happy. You were ethereal. Your hands are working him, but now with his cock down your throat too? Oh my god.
He held a soft touch at your cheek and caressed your face with his thumb. Picking up speed, you smile.
The other hand of his would do the same, brushing a loose stand of hair behind your ear. Faster.
“Just like that,” he breathes.
“Mhmm?” you deepthroat him.
His head drops back involuntarily. His mouth does the same. The heavy breaths that he was holding from the stream let loose.
One last look at your flushed features and-
He groans heavily, adam’s apple bobbing and cock tightening. Skin usually pale but red with desire, he stills.
You close your eyes. It was so fulfilling with your throat stretched and his hands on either side of your plush face.
Warmth seeps past your tongue and down the cavern. It causes you to choke but Kenma definitely doesn’t mind. His sounds flow into your ears, plus some faint praise as he soon begins to release from his high.
You couldn’t taste anything as you slowly raise yourself from him, leaving his cock glistening with saliva and pink, but the taste just barely started to form once it caught your tongue on the way down. You swallow anyway—it wasn’t bad.
You use the back of your hand to wipe your eyes and breathe freely. You lay your cheek on the driest part of his pants, even though you’ll have to get up. You just aren’t ready to see the red wilts on your knees.
“You are amazing,” Kenma catches his breath. He looks back down with his eyes glossed over and tired, but he still runs his finger over your wet lip. You softly kiss it.
. .
“Are you getting back on?” You climb into his fluffy bed, throwing the covers back.
Kenma shakes his head and follows after you in a fresh new set. He grabs the covers and returns them over you both, pushing his hair back and holding you close.
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