beach msby4 and beach femsby4 !! first (proper) colored hq art
found out recently that when u edit a post with a new version of your art it doesn’t update previous reblogs, and now i’m forever haunted by the fact that there are like 10 variations of my drawings out there. how am i supposed to live laugh love under these conditions
so now i’m trying to be more careful before posting, tryna wait a day or two after finishing the art so i can spot mistakes 🙂↕️
desc;; MDNI, post-time skip, bestfriends 2 lovers, multiple orgasms, finger fucking, soft dom suna, afab!reader, not prof read, rin had a crush on you ever since… so he decides to shoot his shot! , p in v , vaginal sex, squirting, bsf!sunarin → bf!sunarin
AN;; trying something new :) expect mistakes or spelling errors wc: 884
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• bestfriend!suna has heard you complain about it for months. every time the topic of sex comes up during your late-night calls or when you’re chilling at his place after his ejp raijin practices, you sigh and say the same thing everytime. “no one’s ever been able to make me squirt. they all tap out or get tired before it even gets close.”
he’s usually half-laying on the couch scrolling through his phone with that signature lazy smirk, but this time he actually looks up, eyes narrowing with interest.
“bet i could,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
you laugh in his face. “yeah right, rin. you’re my best friend, not some sex god.”
• bestfriend!suna just raises an eyebrow, setting his phone down. “i’m serious. give me one night. if i can’t make you squirt, i’ll get ya anything you want. but if i do…” his smirk turns sharper, “you admit i’m better than every guy you’ve ever let touch you.”
you thought he was joking.
he wasn’t.
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two nights later you’re in his apartment after one of his games, still buzzing from watching him dominate on court. weell… one teasing conversation turns into a full blwown makeout session on his couch, and before you know it he has you pinned to his bed, long fingers already buried deep inside you.
• bestfriend!suna is annoyingly good. he takes his time, curling those stupidly long fingers against that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. his hazel eyes stay locked on your face the entire time.
“told you,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as he speeds up. “you’re already soaking my hand,”
you’re stubborn, still trying to deny it even as your thighs start shaking. but rintaro just leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“let go. i know you can squirt for me, pretty girl.”
• bestfriend!suna doesn’t stop when you cum the first time. he keeps fucking you with his fingers through it, palm pressing firm against your clit, curling harder, faster, wet obscene sounds filling the room as he forces you higher.
“c’mon pretty girl… give it to me.”
your second orgasm hits harder. your back arches clean off the bed and you squirt all over his hand and wrist, soaking his forearm and the sheets beneath you. the sound you make is broken and shocked. suna’s eyes darken with satisfaction.
“there we go,” he breathes, looking way too proud of himself. “fucking knew you could.”
his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your walls flutter around them. he doesn’t rush. instead, he leans down and kisses you deep as he lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked entrance.
• bestfriend!suna fucks you through three more orgasms that night, making you squirt two more times — once while you’re riding him, and once when he has your legs pushed back to your chest, pounding deep and relentless.
every time you soak his cock and stomach, suna lets out this low, warm chuckle, almost like he can’t believe how good you feel. his thumb keeps gently circling your swollen clit, eyes half-lidded as he watches you fall apart with pure adoration.
“look at you…” he murmurs between slow, deep thrusts, sweat slipping down his messy brown hair. “so beautiful like this. i’ve got you, baby. just let go for me.”
when he finally cums, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning softly against your neck as he fills you up, hips twitching with every pulse. his voice is rough but gentle when he whispers,
“all mine… only me from now on, kay?”
you’re a trembling, soaked mess underneath him, sheets completely ruined, thighs sticky with both of you. all you can do is weakly smack his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“told you i could,” he whispers,
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• bestfriend!suna made good on his bet. after that night he didn’t even give you a chance to pretend it was a one-time thing. the next morning you woke up to him already scrolling through his phone next to you, arm slung over your waist like it belonged there.
“morning, squirt,” he said with that lazy smirk, not even looking up. you threw a pillow at his head.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is literally the worst (and best) thing that’s ever happened to you. he went from your stupid best friend who sent you dumb texts at 3am to the guy who now texts you “thinking about how pretty you look when you’re crying on my dick” while you’re in a work meeting.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is obsessed with making you squirt now that he knows he can. he turns it into a game. movie night? his hand is in your panties the whole time. lazy sudnay morning? he eats you out until the sheets are ruined and you’re pushing his head away because you can’t take anymore.
“rin— rinnie i can’t—”
“you can. don’t be dramatic. give me one more.”
• annoying boyfriend!suna is ridiculously clingy in the most infuriating way. he’ll lay on top of you after sex, still buried inside you, refusing to pull out while he scrolls through his phone and occasionally thrusts lazily just to hear you whine.
iwaizumi catches you talking behind his back ; fluff
iwaizumi was looking for his water bottle in the clubroom after a grueling three-hour practice. the gym was quiet, the rest of the team already in the showers, when he heard your voice through the open window of the adjacent equipment shed. you were talking to one of the first-year managers.
“i don’t know, i just like guys who are dependable. like… someone who works hard without bragging about it.”
“like iwaizumi-senpai?” the manager asked.
“yeah,” you murmured softly. “exactly like him. he’s really reliable. and his arms are… well, you know.”
outside, iwaizumi completely short-circuited. he dropped his gym bag with a loud, echoing clatter against the concrete porch. his dark eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, and his face instantly turned a violent, agonizing shade of red under his dark bangs. he stood there like a statue, his heart hammering against his ribs so forcefully he was convinced the entire prefecture could hear it.
the shed door slid open immediately. you stepped out, holding a basket of volleyballs, and froze when you saw him standing there, looking like he had just witnessed a crime.
“iwaizumi!” you gasped, your own face burning. “how much of that did you hear?”
he cleared his throat, a loud, rough sound, his shoulders hunching up defensively as he slammed his hands into his tracksuit pockets. “the… the part about the arms,” he barked out defensively, his voice cracking slightly before he forced it down into a growl. he stepped right into your space, towering over you, his jaw set so tight a muscle was ticking. he looked terrifyingly intense, but his ears were glowing bright crimson. “if you want to talk about my arms, say it to my face. and… and i am dependable. i’ll walk you to the station every day from now on to prove it. so stop talking about me behind my back.”
n: for my beloved discord members, cs i’m outside rn lawl.. i can’t write fics ;(
❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.
i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.
suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.
you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.
“what.”
you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.
he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.
sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’
“where the hell is suna?!”
but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—
“AYOOOO,”
atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”
you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.
“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”
atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM
punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.
issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.
‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’
ii. case two : rooftop roughhousing
you think you’re so intelligent.
lunch break & you’re on the school rooftop with a skip in your step. you dragged suna rintarou away from his teammates during lunch & now he trails behind you with hands in his pockets as you hop unto the railing.
thighs crossed. hair in the wind. lopsided grin with blood drenched cheeks & eyes star-achingly bright. “tell me you love me.”
he’s rolling his eyes but his palms find your thighs. “i love you.”
you pout. “say it like you mean it.”
he kisses your neck instead.
you squeal, dodging suna’s kisses as he chases your lips with a grin. he pulls away teasingly before you tug him in by the tie.
you don’t hear the door unlock behind you.
rintarou’s tongue licks your molars. you kiss at his teeth & his thumb grazes your inner thigh as you giggle between his lips. he mutters something about how your gloss tastes like home before a voice sends a jolt down your spine:
“OUT.”
the home room teacher with obnoxious clipboard in hand & outfit desperate to align with the office siren aesthetic. you cling to suna as he quickly lifts you off the railing, palm still gripping your skirt even when he sets you on the ground.
busted.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONS IN RESTRICTED AREA
punishment: detention.
issued by: madam keqing, homeroom teacher.
‘such behavior is not tolerated on school grounds. should this happen again, parents will be notified immediately.’
iii. case three : security snitching
suna’s tapping your thighs like it’s morse code for ‘mine.’
5PM thursday / behind the school gym / your fingers & suna’s belt loop. the middle blocker’s especially hungry today. god knows that thursdays mean you don’t get to share a single class with the athlete; so on days like this when school is long closed & you think no one’s watching he kisses you like he can’t fucking breathe.
point of empasis: you think no one’s watching.
the security camera overhead gets a front row seat to your antics. suna says your gloss spoils in the heat so you lick him off your wrist like honey. he’s pressing you against the wall with teeth on your earlobe like if he bites a little more you’ll seep into his skin. you let him unbutton your shirt & kiss you till he’s love-drunk & bleary eyed.
friday morning starts off in the vice-principal’s office.
black & white images neatly printed on the desk, a fan that blows just loud enough to cover up your feet tapping. you’re mortified. suna’s fingers, however, drum on your thigh like he’s not in trouble for kissing you silly on a midsummer day.
“what do you have to say for yourselves?”
“crazy work.”
you pinch him under the table. you don’t miss the grin that tugs at his lips as he takes a good look at the photos.
“interesting response, mr.suna,” the vice-principal’s eyes narrow. without them leaving suna he continues, “and ms. l/n ? i expect better from you. both your parents will be notified.”
you’re about to apologize & plead on your behalves, but suna notices the worry in your eyes & beats you to the punch.
“wait,” he clears his throat. “i have an explanation.”
“yes?”
“we’re in love.”
he says it like it’s the cure to all your problems. you resist the urge to slap him (and yourself).
“thank you, you are both dismissed. and again, your parents will be notified.”
busted.
again.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR ON SCHOOL PROPERTY
punishment: parent report issued, two-day detention and required report on student ethics.
issued by: mr. ayato, vice principal.
‘inarizaki high makes it a point to ensure student safety by strictly prohibiting sexual or explicit acts on the premises. we hope ms.l/n will heed our warnings, regardless of whether or not she is “in love.”
— a haikyuu fanfic // you strike a deal with the class nerd.
synopsis: you decided to strike a deal with that nerd in your class, kuroo tetsurou. pairing: afab mean girl!reader x nerd!kuroo [uni AU]
wc: 6.1k (i honestly thought it was longer)cw: NOT PROOFREAD. mean girl x nerd dynamics. switch!kuroo. feral kuroo. he's a YEARNERRRR with ZERO sexual knowledge. crackfic if you squint. they're both sorta dumb. nsfw includes: c*nnilingus, "teaching s*x", p in v, raw, overst*mulation, sq*irting, marathon s*x, switch kuroo, dom-ish hypers*xual reader, multiple org*sms, f*ngering, semi-public mast*rbation. let me know if i missed any :p
part 2!!
old m.list | new m.list
☆ assignment 01.
when kuroo tetsurou raised his head up, his cheeks were flushed, hair spiky with sweat beading on his temple, and chin and full lips dripping with your sex. the bottom rim of his glasses were coated in your slick. he heaved, chest raising up and down as he looked at you with anticipation burning through his chest, "w-was that good...?"
you let the question hang in the air for a minute. his dorm room — in which you're both currently holed up — was small. the white of the walls was bland, the fan rotated with a soft creak, and the light on the ceiling flickered sometimes. his bed was small, too small to fit the two of you together. you weren't sure why you were even here. oh, wait. right. to repay him for doing your assignments.
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kuroo had approached you, all stuttering and tomato-red two days ago. you were chewing gum, scrolling on your phone in the halls, waiting for him. when you had spotted him, your eyes had assessed his face with a sly grin, "what is it, nerd?"
"i-" he swallowed, pushing the assignment towards you. although he towered over you, 6'2 of a man drowning in oversized sweaters, his demeanor shrunk him down till you felt like you could all but step on him and leave him for dead. his hair was always a mess of bed head, untamed spikes spread sporadically over the expanse of his head. one of his eyes was obscured by his bangs. tall, well-built, angular face. he could have been hot if he wanted you, you had presumed.
he had averted his gaze from you, pushing the assignment towards you again, "here's your... your assignment. but... uh, i wanted to ask you something."
"shoot." your manicured fingers had brushed against his as you took ahold of the handwritten, binded folder. he had shuddered at your faint touch. you had teased him, "ya okay, nerd?"
"i..." he had lifted his gaze up to your face and swallowed again. "in exchange for the assignment..." his gaze had dropped to the ground again, his voice a mere whisper. "are you actually gonna... like- come to my dorm tonight?"
"yeah," you had shrugged, your gloss glimmered lips stretching into a grin again. "you did my assignment right?" he had nodded, far far too quick. you had booped his nose with your index, "okay, see ya then."
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now, here you were, in his bed. his narrow, hazel eyes raked over you. he held his bottom lips between his teeth, awaiting your response. you rolled your eyes at the man, sighing as you pulled your body up from the small bed of his dorm room. "well, i didn't cum."
the expression kuroo gives you was a cross somewhere between complete devastation and absolute ruination. his brows furrowed and he fumbled to push his glasses up, "i- you didn't cum...?"
"nah." you shrugged, "good try, though." you were already attempting to sit up, fixing your denim skirt to fit over the gentle slope of your ass and cover your apex. your chest jiggled with those lewd actions. kuroo felt his mouth grow drier, not even registering as you yammered on. "most guys don't offer to eat a girl out. and y'know, it wasn't bad for a virgin."
kuroo was still on his knees. he stared down at you. he tried to clean off his face with the back of his hand, his erratic gaze looking at your disapproving expression, "l-let me try again. i can- i'll make you cum."
you cocked up an eyebrow, your eyes tracing from his flushed, determined face down to the clear tent in his sweats. there was a patch of wetness right where his cockhead weeped out beads of pre. subconsciously, you swallowed. he was big. you didn't have to take off his sweats to realize that. too bad the fucking nerd didn't know how to use it. you looked back at his face and shrugged, "nah. it's fine. i gotta get going anyways."
as you stood up, kuroo did too. he followed after you to his door, "b-but i can try again."
you turned around on your heels, crossing your hands over your fitted shirt. your chest held snugly against the fabric, with your enticing nipples tempting him. kuroo swallowed, towering over you and yet trembling with fear, "give me another chance, please?"
you blinked up at him, your glimmery lips stretching into a smirk, "do my next assignment, and you'd get another chance, hm?"
"o-okay." his words shook, eyes hardening with resolve. "b-but i'll get you to cum next time."
you grinned, "whatever ya say, nerd."
and with that, you were out. his door shut behind you with a sharp sound. your breath shuddered as soon as you were out of his line-of-sight. you pressed your thighs together, felt as your soapy essence stuck to your inner thighs. sure, kuroo didn't make you cum but you were sure that if you let him, he would have.
sneaking down to the empty fire exit staircase of his apartment complex, you looked around for a cctv. finding none, your fingers ghosted over your own wettened cunt. closing your eyes, your breath shuddered as you slipped in one finger within yourself, then another. you were so wet, god.
you increased your pace, curling your digits inside your cunt to hit that gooey spot. you bucked forward, mouth falling agape and labored breath echoing in the empty staircase. you clenched eyes shut, thinking back to the flushed image of him — kuroo.
his stupid specs, the cherry red blossom of his cheeks, his pink lips dripping with your sheen, his carnal need to please you. you curled your digits faster, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as images of him flooded your brain. the labor of his breath, the desperation of his syllables, the way his hair felt in your grasp as he licked your cunt with such soft stripes.
"fu-fuuck. k-kuroo." you mewled, arching your back off of the wall and keening into your own experienced palm. your orgasm came crashing with trembling thighs and ever-more-trembling breath. you slumped down the wall and sat on one of the many steps of the stranded staircase. as your breath evened, you opened your eyes. your slippery essence stuck to your two fingers, you looked at your fingers and then around you. what the fuck did you just do?! fuck in an emergency exit while thinking of that nerd?!
well, whatever. it's not like he knew. it's not like anyone knew you just came to the thought of kuroo tetsurou. he was just one of the many nerds on campus that was thirsting after you. that's all. you picked yourself up on your jelly-like limbs and practically dashed down the staircase. you should probably forget this incident for yourself.
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☆ assignment 02.
but forgetting didn't come by easily.
kuroo gave you the next assignment the very next day, stopping you in the hallways to hand over the bound text, even with your friends surrounding you. you ushered him to a side, glancing back at your friends to give them a strained smile as he hurried him away.
you cocked up an eyebrow, hissing at him once you were out of your friends' earshot. "kuroo, what the fuck?"
"assignment." he seemed unwinded, already feverish and burning red from the excitement of what came next according to your deal. you narrowed your eyes as you shifted between his face and the stack of papers he held in his palms, "this assignment is due next thursday. why are you giving it to me right now?"
"i-" his eyes darted from behind his metal rimmed glasses, he looked around the hallways before whispering, "you'd come over tonight, right?"
"i-" you bit down your lips. you really shouldn't. especially not after that little stunt you pulled in the staircase of his apartment complex. you swallowed, shrugging defiantly. "i'm busy today. going for karaoke with my girls."
"but..." he looked like a kicked puppy, like someone who had been rid of every thing good and holy. "but we had a deal."
"yeah, that we can do stuff in exchange for my assignments." you nodded, "however, this assignment is due next week. so, really there's no need for me to come over today." you hummed, already preparing to turn on your heels and go back to your group, "see ya later."
kuroo's hand circled your wrist, tugging it to stop your way. immediately, your eyes widened. why was this fucking nerd holding your hand out in front of everybody?!
you turned around, quickly tugging your hands away from him, "what."
"i can't wait that long." he heaved, his erratic gaze fixed against yours. there was something more than just lust swirling about in his hazel irises. determination. he pleaded with you, his body bending forwards to meet your face. "i gotta see you. please. tonight."
the intensity of his words turned your sinews into mush. you blinked at him, helpless. you had had your fair share of idiots falling head-over-heels and being obsessed with you, but none like this. never like this. nobody had ever wanted you as carnally as kuroo tetsurou had.
you turned around again, huffing with blatant attitude, "fine. i'll come over after karaoke." glancing back at him, you narrowed your eyes with a hiss, "this better be worth my fucking time."
"y-yes." you heard him breathe out a sigh of relief, something that was accompanied with a wide, wiiiide grin. your girls were so gonna flame you for this interaction. "okay. see you."
you walked away before you could regret your decision. when you met back up with your girls, they raised a brow at you, "what was up with him?"
you laughed it off, "you know how nerds are. give them one little sliver of attention and they go a bit crazy."
however, it was hard to tell who was going crazy. kuroo or you.
later, that night.
as soon as you were inside his small, suffocating dorm, he pushed you to his bed. his hands were clammy, coated with a layer of sweat. you looked at him, thoroughly amused as he pawed up your skirt to bunch above your pelvis.
"whoa, what's with the hurry?" you laughed, almost flattered at his animalistic desire. kuroo met your eyes and grinned, something feverish and proud. "i did research."
you tilted your head to a side, "on... what?"
"on cunnilingus."
you winced at his words. "jeez, don't call it by its official name."
"is it... not cunnilingus?"
"it is. just—" you sighed, "nevermind, kuroo."
"okay!" kuroo tugged at your panties to pull them down your smooth legs. it was pocketed into his sweats. he looked at your glistening core and licked his lips in anticipation. "i read about what makes a woman feel good, and how to engage the g-spot. oh, and how to find the clitoris!" he nodded, proud. "i even watched a few videos."
"you did research...?" you blinked at him, mouth agape at the sheer smugness in his face. then, a loud laugh broke out of you, "wow, you're such a nerd."
kuroo blinked, "i am?"
"okay, then." you smiled, laying yourself down on his bed comfortably. you closed your eyes, bringing your breath to a steady crawl. "how about you show me whatcha learnt, ye—AHH?" you yelped as he wrapped his arms around your plush thighs and pulled you towards himself. the lower half of your body dangled off of his tiny bed, resting on his (suprisingly sturdy) shoulders.
"okay..." his warm breath fanned over your cunt. "i read that i- i gotta star slow..." your felt his breath hitch as he brought his lips closer to your apex. he exhaled, fanning the hot breath over your trembling nub. "tell me if i hurt you or-or if i do something that—"
"oh my god," you wove your manicured fingers into his hair and pushed his face into your cunt. he groaned against you, the sound reverberating through your pliant cunt and into the column of your spine. "mmmph—!"
you hissed, "get on with it now."
kuroo tetsurou didn't need to be told twice. his arms (surprisingly beefy) tightened against your thighs, pulling your body against his face tighter and tighter. he started with a kitten lick, starting from your fluttering hole as his nose nudged on the throbbing nub and then to your clit. he repeated the action for a little bit, until he felt your grasp on his hair tighten in desperation. then, he latched his lips around your clit and sucked. hollowing out his cheeks, his eyes tried to look for your reaction. your back arched off, eyes clenching shut as your thighs tightened impossibly around his face. suctioning your clit, he used the tip of his tongue to swirl about patterns on the hood of your clit.
"s-shit, kuroo!" you moaned, so sweet and achy as he repeated the action to it's nth degree. your body keened into his warm mouth as he stroked you with his tongue, playing with your body with such skill that it trembled you to your core. his fingernails dug into your thighs, his mouth drinking your nectar as if he was ravished. you felt your stomach tighter, felt an abyss grow within your humanly body. your muscles tightened, "shitshitshit- okay."
biting down on your lips, you all but drew blood in an effort to not let him know that he was undoing you, that he was about to make you cum.
the abyss grew deeper and deeper, the hallowing feeling traversed through your body and lodged itself somewhere deep in your belly. your entire pussy was hot — molten lava. a jerk ran from your tailbone to your nape as you felt your thighs tremble in surrender and wrap around kuroo's face. your jaw hung open, eyes clenching shut in ecstasy, "shit—hnghhh! ku-kuroo!"
you came, sinking your teeth into your lips to conceal your lewd noises. your body shook, each muscle trembling with the overflow of your orgasm. kuroo tetsurou drank down your nectar like it was all there was to life. slowly, you removed your phantom-like grip off of his face. kuroo parted from your cunt with a deep exhale.
he was a mess of spit and your essence. his lips were swollen and painted red. when he looked at you, a nauseating pool of shame swiveled about in your chest. you couldn't believe that that virgin made you cum! god, this was embarassing!
you wondered what he's say next. would he be smug? would he walk about uni campus telling everyone that he had made you cum? nauseating.
but instead of any of the aforementioned options, kuroo tilted his head to the side and stuttered, "d-did you cum?"
wait. he didn't even know you came?!
you furrowed your brows, "do... do you think i came?"
kuroo licked his lips, standing taller on his knees as he regarded you, "i- i didn't exactly read about... female orgasms... so..." his voice fainted, eyes flickering downwards to his own clothed cock. "did you?"
gah! there was your opportunity to deny!
"sorry, no." you sat up, pursing your lips together in a queasy smile, "good job, though. i was almost there. almost."
kuroo looked heartbroken yet again. your cum pooled at the edge of his sharp jaw and fell down in obscene strings, and yet, he didn't even know that was his cum on his skin. he wiped it off with the back of his hand, mumbling to the floor, "i really thought i got you this time." he lifted his gaze up to yours, "it looked intense."
"yeah..." you chewed on your cheek, coming up with yet another lie. "female orgasms are a lot different, y'know? takes years to- um... master. yes, master."
"but you... you moaned out my name." he said it so innocently that you felt a bitter twang waving him off, "i just didn't wanna make you feel bad."
"so, you were faking your moans...?"
that was probably the least fake you had been with a guy, but you nodded nonetheless. you couldn't have his ego climbing high up. you couldn't have him discover the truth.
he sighed, defeated, "i'd read up more next time around. maybe i fucked up."
"uh-huh. don't think too much about it." you nodded solemnly, "see ya later."
and as you stood up, you felt it harder to put forward one step in front of the other. your legs were numb, shaky and utterly useless. you made it out of his dorm without shaking and collapsed as soon as you boarded the lift. god. that stupid fucking nerd! what was he doing to you?
━━━☆⭒
☆ assignment 03.
you had foolishly believed that you could ignore kuroo tetsurou for atleast two weeks now. the next assignment was due towards the end of the month, so, you probably didn't need to see him any time soon. avoiding him on campus was easy enough. your circle didn't mesh with his. you never really went to any classes. yes, kuroo tetsurou could be avoided. easily.
"hey!" kuroo waved to you as you sat with your friends in the cafeteria three days later. you looked at him, blinked and decided it was best to ignore him. however, blissfully ignorant to your ignorance, he kept waving and waving and waving!
"girl." one of your friends spoke up, throwing kuroo a nasty side-eye. "maybe go talk to him. he's icking me out with this constant waving."
you scratched the back of your neck, sheepish, "yeah, maybe he wants to talk about uh... an assignment. be right back."
pulling him out of the cafeteria and in a secluded corner of a hallway, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, "what. can you stop pestering me?"
he pressed his lips together, tightening his grip on the strap of his bag. "i finished your assignment."
"kuroo." you sighed, rubbing your temple. "i get that you wanna fuck me but the next assignment is due at the end of the fucking month. you can't keep pulling this shit every other day."
"i know." he nodded, pushing his metal-rimmed glasses up his nose, "i actually thought maybe i should do your statistic assignment too."
"stat? the one that is due this friday?" you mumbled and he nodded in agreement. you were back to crossing your arms against your chest, looking up at him with confusion etched into your features. "i thought you were only gonna do inorganic chem for me."
"i was, but then..." he trailed off, "i can do as many assignments as you want. as many subjects. jus'... just keep the deal up."
your first instinct was to fucking life. seriously? was he that desperate to see you? you huffed, "you know i have other people to do other subjects."
"you do?" and for the first time, you felt kuroo tetsurou to be 6'2. he towered over you, his narrow eyes piercing your skin with the way he was looking at you. he took a step forward, then another, till you felt like you were drowning under his shadow. your breath faltered, eyes darting about in the abandoned hallway. "k-kuroo?"
his words were sharp. "am i not good enough?"
"w-what?"
he licked his lips, bending down slightly to meet your eyes, "is it cause i can't get you to cum?"
"no." your breath trembled as you exhaled, "nothing like that—"
he stepped forward again, "i'll do it properly this time 'round. i won't stop till I have you cumming." swallowing, there was this haste in his voice, this sense of urgency that clawed at your chest. his voice dropped down to a whisper, "please. please?"
your mouth felt awfully dry, as if each taste bud had been exchanged for a morsel of sand. you tightened your grip against your own body, holding yourself lest you unraveled. "you don't need to worry so much about that—"
he was so close to you already, and yet he was stepping closer. you swallowed, taking a step back. his lips dropped into a frown, "i can do it. really. i won't disappoint you. please."
with no way out, you exhaled shakily. your eyes met his, "f-fine. i'll come over tonight."
"really?" he smiled, his full lips stretching into a grin. "i promise it'll be good—"
"but if you can't get me to cum today, we aren't doing this again." you snapped, "i have a lot more guys who actually know what they're doing."
that was a lie. there was no one who could compete with kuroo, who could make you feel even half the things he could. but you weren't gonna confess that to the nerd! what if he went out and told others that?! he could potentially tank your entire reputation.
"o-okay." his smile faltered, broad fingers coming to paw at the rim of his glasses again. he fidgeted on his spot, "but if I do... make you cum?"
"then—" you inhaled sharply, "then the deal can continue. but you gotta do all my subjects."
"okay." he nodded, "I'll see you tonight?"
"y-yeah." you chased your gaze away from his face and to your nails, "see ya later, nerd."
later, that night.
you were teetering on the edge of your third orgasm, already teary-eyed and whiney. your cunt was so sensitive, your bottom lip was red and raw from the way you kept biting it, your muscles shook of exhaustion. you hadn't let your mask slip yet, you hadn't moaned out his name and confessed that you were cumming.
you assumed kuroo would give up somewhere along the line. you assumed a man — no matter if a persistent man like him — would eventually give up. rejection wasn't easy, after all. but you were wrong. boyyy, you were wrong.
kuroo pushed the dildo inside slowly, testing your gummy walls with his slow, burning pace. his lips latched onto your sticky, dripping clit and as he pushed the toy into your hole.
your back arched, eyes screwing shut and brain turning into mush as the tip of the silicone wand grazed your g-spot. kuroo's eyes tested you as if you were his personal lab experiment, waiting for your demeanor to reveal to him what your mouth couldn't.
"w-why the fuck... fuck— did you get this— hah, this toy?!" your words shook, half of them cracked and the others high-pitched. kuroo licked the hood of your swollen clit, making out with it so slow and sloppy. he mumbled against you, "i heard some girls need— mmph—! 're so sweet—! to cum."
"y-you fucking idiot!" your chest rose and fell rapidly, the entire upper half of your body blossoming red. "i- it doesn't— hah... ohmygod! do anything for me!"
he stilled against your clit even though his wrist didnt, "you still didn't cum?"
"nuh-uh!" you grimaced as he fastened the toy in and out of you, you bit down your lip again. your hands grasped his sheets, tugging at them with such sheer force that they were to rip. kuroo groaned against your quivering sex, "then, i just gotta keep goin', yeah?"
and that's what he did. kuroo kept going, waiting for you to confess that you were breaking. you didn't.
even as tears leaked down the planes of your cheek, taking down your mascara with it or even as your bottom lip swole as an aftermath of your shame, you didn't say the words, "im cumming."
it was at the 45 mins mark that kuroo finally parted from your lips. three orgasms later. you were far too dazed to even realize when he had parted from your pretty pussy, when his lips had removed themselves from your sensitive, overused cunt. he pulled the toy out of your heat, mesmerized at the your cunt had painted white, creamy rings around the hot pink dildo. you breathed hard, chest rising and falling in sick desperation as you tried to retain your sanity.
though your eyes were clenched shut, you felt kuroo's hollow words hang in the air. "i couldn't get you cum today either."
slowly, you pried your eyes open. the fluorescent white of his room stung your eyes, your bottom lip felt numb and bleeding, and your thighs shook even after he had long departed from your cunt. you blinked up at him, trying to play the part of an unbreakable vixen. "y-yeah, it's okay."
his looked undone as well, mouth red and swollen and wrecked. your slick dripped down the toy and onto his wrist. his hair was a mess, as always, but there was this appeal to it. he bit down his bottom lips, his eyes trained directly against yours. "i don't know what I'm doing wrong..."
you all but clenched your thighs shut at the sight of him. you still felt the phantom feeling of the toy stretching you open, still felt kuroo's breath against your overused pussy. you stole your gaze away from him and flopped onto the bed. looking at the ceiling was easier than looking at him. "n-nothing's wrong with ya. it's just hard making me hic—! cum."
kuroo scratched the back of his neck, dejected. "i guess today's the last day then."
you raised your upper body to look at him, "uh... i guess, yeah."
there hung a beat of silence between you two. kuroo tilted his head to the side, scrutinizing your current state, "you sure you didn't cum?"
"uh, yeah?" you tried not to sound as exhausted as you felt, "i'd know if i came or not, idiot."
"r-right." his sheepish, narrow gaze dropped to his own lap. his cock strained in his sweats with a dark patch of cum right where his tip was. he felt you rustle on his bed and lifted your head up to see you attempting to sit. "are you leaving already?"
you nodded, "uh, yeah. i'll go. thanks for doing my assignments."
kuroo leaned forward, pressing his warm palms to your thighs and pinning you to the bed. you blinked at him, "wh-what the fuck, nerd?"
"if... if today's the last day... then, can i—" he swallowed, sheepish and hesitant. "can I fuck you...? please?"
your eyes blew wide open at his words. you couldn't let him. you were so sensitive, you couldn't possibly take his dick right now. though kuroo had never undressed in front of you (not even take off his shirt), you didn't need an x-ray machine to see how big he was. his cock strained against his pants even on a normal day. that was part of the reason why you struck the deal anyways. you wanted to see the nerd's sexual prowess up close. but now? after eating you out for forty five minutes? you were sure he was gonna fuck you dumb, and you weren't sure how long you could conceal the truth and keep your little act up.
you tried to lighten the situation, laughing, "why? did you do research on how to fuck a girl right?"
"no." kuroo admitted, still staring at your face. "but I wanna try it. i mean..." he mumbled, "i mean if you want me to."
you were quick to shake your head, even quicker to attempt to flee his unyielding grasp on your thighs and attempt to stand up. in retaliation, kuroo just pressed his palms to your feverish skin even tighter. the fat of your thighs squeezed under his grip. he looked up at you, utterly ruined, "j-just once?"
and you should have said no, you should have shaken your head and told him that if he didn't get off of you, you'd tell everyone that he was a creep. instead... you felt yourself nod — slowly but surely. your voice came as a whisper, foreign even to your own self, "just once."
kuroo was quick to move to action. the broad palms on your thighs scaled up your clothed torso. he pressed your skin through the flimsy material of your crop top. squeezing your tits, he leaned in for a searing kiss. his lips against yours were awkward, inexperienced. he just mushed his pout against yours. you laughed against his lips, rolling your eyes to oblivion, "that is not how you kiss."
kuroo looked at you half-lidded, with his glistening lips parted open, "t-teach me."
you grabbed his jaw by your manicured hands, pulling him close to settle his body over yours. your lips slotted against his, and he opened them up in compliance. your tongue licked along the seam of his lips before diving in, rolling your tongue against his. he moaned into your mouth, eyes rolling back and heavy body pressing against yours.
"take- fuck. take off your pants." you panted in his mouth.
"oh-okay." kuroo fumbled over you, barely able to find his footing on the small bed, which already cried creaks of protest with each one of your lewd actions. his shirt came off first and your eyes widened as big as saucers to see the rippling muscles on his tanned skin. his nimble fingers work quick, pulling his sweats by the waistband to reveal his lengthy cock.
any semblance of sanity abandoned you at the sight of kuroo tetsurou. he was toned, everywhere from his sturdy, bulging biceps to the tantalizing v-line. his thighs were defined, with muscles rippling beneath the skin. a gasp of disbelief left you as you scanned him up and down, "you look... good?" you shook your head, "for a nerd, i mean."
"thanks." he smiled, surprisingly smug, "i play volleyball, so um, maybe it's that."
you licked your glossy lips, "maybe."
your eyes traveled from his hazel eyes to his weeping cock. god, it was pretty. all lengthy and girthy, with veins lining it like lightning. his tip was flushed, red and embarrassed as it weeped out wisps of clear pre. your trembling thighs parted, eyes regarding his with suffocating lust, "c'mere."
his body circled over yours, his palm grabbing his heavy cock to line your entrance. his chest stuttered, thighs flexing as the crown of his tip kissed your warm entrance. shuddering, he groaned, "i— 's so warm."
his hand shook, his length trembling with it as he attempted to sink inside your velvety warmth. your hand grabbed a hold of his length gingerly, you thumbed his achy mushroom tip. kuroo bit his lip as you slowly guided him in. your snug pussy swallowed him graciously, taking in inch after inch with surprising ease.
"haah— jus' like that." your jaw hung open, his cock penetrating you fuller. by the time he was sheathed inside you, you could feel his bulbous tip kiss your cervix. your arms came to circle his neck, your thighs came to circle his waist. he steadied his beefy arms on either side of your head and moved slowly. you raked your nails through his scalp, "just move slowly now."
kuroo took a steadying breath and reeled his pelvis back. you awaited the gentle thwaps! of his toned lower abs against the back of your thighs. instead, kuroo smacked his body into yours with all his force. your entire body jiggled, eyes blowing wide open as he fucked into you hard.
"k-kuroo—!?" you squealed, feeling him drive his cock into you with such fervor. his tip hit the bullseye with every stroke, his thick cock massaged your sensitive walls and your clit fluttered with each harsh slap of his skin against yours. your eyes rolled backwards, arms tightening against his neck, "k-kuroo... fuck, f-fuck—! slow down, slowdown."
he buried his face in your crook, the cool metal frame of his glass was cold against your overheated skin. you moaned loudly, squeezing your cunt snugly against his length as his canines punctured an indent on top of your pulse. tears welled up in your eyes, the stimulation was too much. way too much. everything was driving you insane. everything! from the fast drivels of his cock inside you, to the way he nibbed on your sensitive skin, to the way the tufts of his pubes tickled against your skin, or the way his hot skin smacked into your sensitive clit. unable to contain yourself, you scratched down his back, "ku-roo! fuck, fuck fuck— ngghh! hah, right there—!"
you were losing your sanity with each powerful pound into your pussy. the abyss in your stomach came back with vengeance — consuming everything from your lower stomach to the top of your spine. your entire skin tingled with the anticipation of an orgasm. you weren't sane anymore. you couldn't censor your thoughts anymore. holding onto him tighter, you screamed, "fu-fuuuck imgonnacum! i—" your chest tightened, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, "cummin', cummin', haaa—!?!"
he lifted his flushed face up from your neck, groaning at the sight of you. hot tears steamed down your face, taking down clumps of mascara with it. your kissbitten lips were swollen and red. blotches of red had broken over your entire face and neck. you looked like he had ruined you. wrecked you. "you're cumming—?!"
you nodded, uncaring for your pride or status. "f-fuck. yes, yes— ngghhh... yes. cumminnn~"
he grunted in disbelief, "y-you're gonna cum on my cock...?"
you nodded again, gaze bleary with a tear-stained face, "y-yes, on your cock—!" you couldn't even manage another word before a violent orgasm crashed into you. your entire body shook, vision going white and body going slack. a stream of squirt poured out of your trembling pussy, soaking kuroo's thighs and abs. he kept fucking into you, even as you clawed and cried for him to stop.
"f-fuck, fuck, fuck." each word sounded more desperate than the last, his thrusts grew more erratic as he snapped his pelvis up to yours. "shit— im gonna cum?!"
he barely pulled out in time, with his cock spurting out a thick load of cum on your soaked thigh. his fluids mixed with your own, tainting your skin with him. he looked at you sprawled on his bed. your eyes were clenched shut, face red and chest heaving. your body seemed to still be weathering the aftershocks of your orgasm. the juncture of your thighs was a mess — creamy rings of sex, with your squirt and his cum swirling into one huge mess that dripped down to his bedsheet.
kuroo sat on his knees, panting. you cracked open your eyes, opening your arms to beckon him to lie atop you. he followed, gingerly resting his big, broad body on top of yours. you felt his muscles press against your syrupy, soft skin.
kuroo buried his head into your neck again and closed his eyes, his tongue came out to lick a stripe of your perspiration. he groaned, "y-you're so sweet."
a hollow laugh left you by, "thanks."
his bed was too small for you to lie comfortably next to each other. so, kuroo manhandled you, slipping on his back so you could rest on top of him. his chest rose and fell with yours, and you felt your eyes droop down with exhaustion.
kuroo pushed your sweaty locks out of your face and smiled, "uh... you came right?"
you inhaled, shakily, readying yourself for the humiliation that was to come next. you couldn't deny it now, not after how you had screamed his name and marked his back. "yeah, i did."
kuroo smiled wider, "w-was it good?"
"yeah." you met his eyes, hardening your gaze, "but if you tell anyone about this, I'll fucking kill you."
"that... that i made you cum?" his brows furrowed. you nodded, "yeah. that. i have a reputation to maintain. can't be associated with..." you stalled your words and he chimed in. "a nerd?"
you rested your cheek against his chest, curling into his warmth. under you, he rose and fell softly. you mumbled into his skin, "something like that."
"i get it." kuroo played with your strands and you find yourself keening into his soft actions. "i won't say a word. i won't tell anyone that i probably made you cum like four times today."
your head shot up, lips parting and eyes widening. a nervous laughter shot out of you. "w-what?"
kuroo gave you a lazy smile, still playing with your loose hair, "did you think I'd do my research and leave out female orgasms? i knew you came. i mean it was obvious from the second time onwards."
he knew you were lying all this time?!
you blinked and he admitted, "i just wanted to hear you admit it." you blinked at him again and he grinned, "don't worry, i won't tell anyone. it's a secret between us."
"r-right...?"
"but this means that we can keep doing this, right?"
kuroo's broad palm rubbed up and down your back, trailing to your ass where he cupped and massaged it. you bit down your smudged lip, "i guess so."
"so, another round?"
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. BACK INTO WRITING WITH MY BABY KUROO! this is my first time writing him and this may or may not have been influenced by that one post that said that "kuroo is not a playboy. he's the sweetest boy." sooo yeah. hope you enjoy the nasties mwuah mwuah.
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part 2!!
Boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely set aside a whole week just to spend time with you before you left for America.
Boyfriend! Kenma who nearly got on his knees and begged you to stay when you finally got to the airport. The only reason he didn't was because he knew how much you wanted to go to college there, and because a million eyes watching him embaress himself in public would haunt him in every nightmare for the rest of eternity.
Boyfriend! Kenma who made you pinky promise to call him everyday before you left.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had somehow underestimated how much he would miss you, who didn't know what to do without you.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who actually did get on his knees and beg, at somepoint during the first month of being apart, for you to turn your camera on during facetimes--despite your protests of looking bad.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose attendance to his own college went down without him looking forward to seeing you there, he would much rather stay on call with you as you slept though, paying attention to each little breath.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose diet had devolved back into some sad form of instant noodles and takeout.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had stolen a hoodie of yours before you left, taking it everywhere for "emotional support".
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had kept a bottle of your perfume or deoderant too, spraying it on his wrists and pillow whenever he missed you a little more than usual.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who avidly looked through airline sites to see which flight would be cheapest and if there were ever discounts, who was already saving up.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely stalked your socials and was the first to like any post you made. Always making sure to respond with something sweet.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who was indefinitely jealous of your guy friends, simply because they got to be near you and he couldn't.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had already started looking into ring designs.
Boyfriend! Kenma who tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to you when your voice rang through his apartment with a simple 'I'm home".
