a/n: thank you thank you!!! i really hope you like this <3
dabi doesn't know how this arrangement began. he doesn't know how a powerless civilian like you somehow wrapped him around your quirkless finger and eating out of the palm of your hand. but on nights like these, when he's desperate to get off and finds that he can't do so without you, he really can't bring himself to care.
his back is pressed against your chest, hands bracing himself against the brick wall that you're pushing him into.
he called you, directing you into some downtown alley with his voice laced in neediness and desire.
"please touch me," he'd begged, pleas echoing through your phone speaker. "i need it so bad, mommy, please."
and so, here you were, doing just that: touching him.
your arm snakes across his waist, yanking him closer so that your tits are squished just under his shoulderblades. your fingers dip below his shirt to push the waistband below his balls. he shudders as you wrap them around his cock, hot and heavy.
"you're pathetic," you whisper into his ear. "i can't believe you asked me to come here this late at night just because you couldn't cum. don't you have any shame?"
he whines at your words. he doesn't have any shame, not since you ruined sex with anyone else for him. he needs you, only you, and you both know it.
"sorry, mommy," he blubbers, the first tears beginning to pool at his lashline. "i'm sorry, i just had to. i can't cum without you, mommy. i need you to cum."
"i know, i know." you leisurely stroke your hand along his shaft, the pre-cum leaking from his tip slicking up your palm. "it's not your fault you're such a slut. you just can't help it, can you?"
the sound of chattering fades into earshot as a group of people walks past the alley you're tucked into. the orange glow of the nearby streetlight illuminates just enough so that of they looked in your direction, they'd be able to see dabi hunched over with a hand on his cock. the thought sends a thrill of electricity through your veins.
dabis head rolls back onto your shoulder as your other hand trails up his chest to squeeze his neck.
"ah, mommy," he gasps. "that feels so good, ah, please don't stop."
the hand on his cock moves faster and faster as he bucks his hips up into your grip, desperate for his orgasm. you suddenly halt your movements and he whimpers, carelessly fucking into your fist to chase the stimulation that's quickly slipping away.
"you filthy whore," you say through gritted teeth. "can't you tell that there's people right there? if you're not quiet, they'll hear you. they'll hear dabi, the big, bad villain, begging to cum like a bitch in heat."
the thought of being caught seems to send him into more of a frenzy, choked whines pouring from his lips as he thrusts more fervently into your hand. despite you closing off his windpipe in an effort to keep him quiet, he just can't seem to stay silent.
"god, mommy, yes," he rasps. "i want 'em, want 'em all to see how good you make me feel."
"really?" your hand starts picking up the pace again, languidly stroking from base to tip and back again. "you don't care at all if someone sees you like this?"
"god, no," he wails, chest rising and falling as he pants. "don't care, mommy, i mean it. i jus' wanna cum, don't care about anything else, just wanna cum, just want you to make me cum, please!"
"what a filthy fuckin' slut," you snicker. "you're disgusting."
he moans loud, and you're barely able to cut off the sound by digging you fingers into the tender flesh of his neck.
"mommy, 'm close—"
"—shut the fuck up," you hiss. "you're being so fucking loud."
you shoot a glance over to the street, a devilish smile curling your lips. "fuck, i think they saw—"
dabi howls as he suddenly cums all over your hand, blue flames bursting from his palms and charring the brick they're resting against. the white liquid glides down your knuckles and his thighs, the small sounds of it dripping onto the ground joining the chorus of his shaky inhales of oxygen.
you thread your fingers through his hair and pull his head so that his face is right before your cum-covered hand.
"lick."
he easily complies with the order, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap up at his release. his lips close around each of your fingers, and he hums, a dazed look in his eyes, as he cleans you up.
"didn't know you could cum so quickly just from thinking someone saw you," you quip. "man, you're fucked up."
"shut up," he growls, typical attitude starting to leak back into his body. "by the way, this is the last time this is happening."
you cackle. "didn't you say that two days ago?"
"i—"
"don't bother, dabi. we both know you'll be begging for more in a few days, tops."
you begin to walk away, leaving him alone in the alley. you tilt you head to look at him over your shoulder.
"and just remember that mommy's always a call away."
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event request…….dacryphilia + praise w Kyoutani please? more soft kyou representation is needed, tired of him only getting written as a mean dom aaksjshs like let the king of my heart breathe let him be sweet on his baby 🗣 😩
LOVESICK | KYOUTANI KENTAROU X F!READER
part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]
a/n: WAHH H I LOVE HIM FADHJKDSDFSHADFHIADSI sorry this is SO soft like SO SOFT but I LOVE HIM OILFKHDAGSFJKGHAFDSIHKLSAKL MAD DOG WHO’S JUST A LOVESTRUCK PUPPY LITERALLY JUST SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKING HEART FUCK
“you’re so pretty like this, you know that?”
a calloused thumb comes to wipe at the tears escaping your eyes and trailing down your face, bringing black smudges of mascara along with them. kyoutani gently strokes your cheek and you lean into the touch, sniffling at the overwhelming feeling of his fat cock filling you up. blinking the blurriness out of your vision, you gaze up at him with wide eyes, a pair of warm brown ones, filled with adoration, staring down at you.
“you think i’m pretty?”
his lip quirks up. “‘course i do,” he murmurs, slowly rocking his hips into you, biting his lip when your eyelids flutter shut at the pressure. “prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. you’re even pretty when you cry,” he huffs. “it’s so unfair.”
your laugh breathily, a cute sound that makes his heart pound in his chest. his hand finds its way under your chin, tilting your head up just the slightest and prompting him to lean down and kiss you. he tastes the subtle fruit flavor of your chapstick and the saltiness of your tears, mind buzzing with the feeling of you all over.
he loves you so much that it hurts.
it almost pains him when he pulls away, frowning at the sight of your plump lips pursed in a pout as he sits back on his haunches in search for a better angle. he knows that he finds it when you gasp, his cock suddenly thrusting directly against the spot that makes you gush.
“m’god kentarou,” you whimper, clutching onto his biceps as your back arches. “oh, it feels so good.”
“i know, baby,” he mutters, massaging the flesh of your breasts with his deft fingers, gently pinching your nipples and relishing in your little whimpers. he groans when you peer at him with glossy eyes, silvery droplets tracing a path from the corners of your eyes, gravity pulling them to the sheets. “so beautiful for me, honey. making me feel so amazing with this perfect body of yours.”
you sob lightly as his finger traces down your stomach to play with your clit, fleeting touches making you jerk up in search of more stimulation.
"i think 'm gonna cum," you mumble, cradling his face with your hands and craning your neck to kiss him. "can i?"
kyoutani smiles into the kiss before trailing his lips lower, along your neck and collarbone. he nods and you sigh in happiness, letting your worries dissolve into nothing as your muscles tighten and breathing grows erratic.
you clench around his cock, nails biting into the skin on his shoulders, and he groans, rapidly circling your clit. you moan, throwing your head back, and he wants to have this image of you ingrained in his brain forever.
"that's a good girl," he whispers, letting you ride out your high. "there you go, such a good girl."
"i love you," you hiccup, a fresh wave of tears flowing down you cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure that’s making your thighs squeeze his waist. "i love you so much, kentarou."
he shushes you, playfully brushing away your tears and making you squirm. "i know," he hums into your chest. "i love you too."
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a/n: all of this kenma brainrot is seriously making me consider continuing voyeurant and i hate you all for it
“shit, k-kenma, wait—”
you’ve just orgasmed, hard, your pussy tightening and gushing all over kenma’s skilled fingers, but he just won’t stop. you’re writhing, thighs trembling in a futile effort to shut around his wrist, because he’d predicted how your body would react—that’s the reason there’s a spreader bar clamped between you ankles.
he’s not even looking at you, feline eyes instead focused on his phone screen, which mirrors exactly what he’s doing: three of his fingers are thrusting in and out of your spent hole, slick with your cum, an embarrassing squelchy noise ringing out every time his palm smacks against your glistening clit. what he’s filming is erotic—he’s considered throwing his phone to the side and using his now-free hand to rub on his aching cock—but he needs this video. when it comes down to it, he knows that he’s going to need these few minutes of your voice begging him to stop and your body betraying you, especially since he’s leaving home in a couple of days for some stupid convention.
“kenma, please—fuck—i can’t cum anymore. i can’t, i can’t i—”
he expertly curls his fingers upward, stroking against that soft spot inside you that has your pussy clenching down, and you cry out. you’re completely overwhelmed—having absolutely no control over your body while your boyfriend pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you will do that—and you can barely think.
“i know you can,” he mutters, voice strained. god, he wishes he could just fuck you, but he can’t. he needs this. “c’mon, baby. give me another one.”
“oh, fuck!” he curls his fingers again and you throw your head back, hands shaking as they grasp the sheets as best they can. “oh, it feels weird, f-fuck, it feels so good but weird, fuck—”
he moves his arm faster, his veins bulging gloriously along the inside of his forearm, his long fingers reaching further than yours ever can.
“i think i’m gonna—” your eyebrows scrunch up as a rush of pleasure starts building up, but it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. its coming from—inside? you don’t know what to think of it, but kenma’s wrist bends and then you don’t know what to think at all.
“c’mon, c’mon,” he chants under his breath, praying that the movement of his hand isn’t throwing off the footage. “you look so hot like this, baby, c’mon, cum for me. please—shit—please cum for me.”
it hits you all at once, a searing white pleasure that zaps through your veins and out your pussy. you’re vaguely aware of a stream of wetness that splashes against kenma’s arm, the pounding of your heart drowning out the use of all of your sentence.
“holy fucking shit,” he murmurs, eyes wide. you peer up at him, confusion written in your features. “you squirted.”
you cover your face with your arm, mumbling a small noise of humiliation, but he quickly pries it off of you, dropping the phone to the side.
“no, no, no, baby, that was so fucking hot. fuck, i’m so hard right now. that was so hot—” he pauses for a moment, smiling slightly as he makes a show of checking his phone. “—but i don’t think i pressed record.”
“you’re kidding,” you scoff, once you've found your breath.
“nope,” he says, popping the p. he waves the camera again, before returning it to his hand. his fingers drag along the sensitive flesh of your pussy and you realize that he might need this more than you thought.
“think you can do it again for me?”
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a/n: IT’S NO PROBLEM BABE, DW ABOUT IT!!!! and your request is just,,,, so hot. was literally nutting while writing this.
the low buzz of the egg vibrator that's resting at the bottom of suna's shaft has long since faded into white noise. so has the sound of the vibrating plug that's been nestled into his cute ass, the silicone end of it just barely peeking out of his tight hole.
suna's resting against the headboard with his chest heaving, sweat beading along his abs as you continually make him chase a release that you both know isn't coming anytime soon.
his hands are clasped behind his back, wrists tied together with a silk tie to ensure that he doesn't touch himself. his legs are bent at the knee and spread, giving you a perfect view of his dripping cock and twitching ass as you sit before him, a controller in each hand.
you fiddle with the knob on one of them and he whimpers, voice hoarse with being used so much but loud all the same.
"god i—i can't fucking—baby i can't do this anymore, please, i can't, ah fuck—"
"five more minutes," you insist, shifting your weight on your knees to relieve some of the ache in your clit.
you drop the remotes onto the bed in front of you and reach a hand forward, letting your palm roll over his leaking tip, so flushed that it looks painful.
suna recoils immediately, desperately trying to shrink away from your touch as you rotate your wrist, making sure to run a finger along his sensitive slit. he jerks, arms straining hard against the restraints, and throws his head back as you wrap your fingers around him.
"i need to cum, fuck ple-ease—"
his voice cracks and you look up at his face, surprised to see pearly tears streaming down his pink cheeks. he's gnawing at his lip, giving you pleading eyes that'd break anyone—his green irises are diluted with unshed tears, his watery gaze praying that you'll give him permission to cum.
"not yet."you blindly reach for a controller and push a button—it's the plug's—and he wails, blabbering mindless nonsense as the toy massages his prostate.
"oh god," he cries, body shaking. "it's too much—fuck, it's too much—i can't take it anymore."
he inhales sharply as your hand begins moving up and down his cock.
"i gotta cum, please—baby, fuck, please lemme cum, i gotta cum, i gotta cum so bad—"
you quiet him with a kiss, one that he desperately moans into. he whines when you pull away, but he quickly forgets about it as you mess with the other remote.
the vibrations along his cock get stronger and he shudders, singing out high-pitched mewls.
"no more," he begs, voice fragile. "no more, no more, i have to cum, i need to cum, fuck, i need it, baby—please please, i fucking need it, i need it so bad—"
"you can take it," you purr, pressing the vibrator more directly against his shaft. he sobs, struggling uselessly, the muscles flexing uncontrollably as his hips jump.
"h-how much longer? i can't—i gotta—"
you smile sadistically, fully aware that five minutes have passed.
"five more minutes."
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hi! for the lewd event, may i ask kuroo x dom f!reader with ass play\pegging and degradation? thank you^^
LIKE THIS | KUROO TETSUROU X F!READER
part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]
warnings: 18+, sub!kuroo, f!reader, pegging, degradation, begging, use of toy (strap-on but ~monster~)
a/n: kuroo 🤝me, entps and also into some weird ass shit
"fuck,” kuroo whines, voice strained. “harder, fuck me harder.”
“shut up,” you growl, taking the hand that’s not gripping his hip to wrap around the back of his neck and shove him further into the bed. “sluts don’t give orders.”
kuroo’s back is arched, his hands on either side of him, buried in the blankets. his ass is flush against your hips and, inside his tight hole, attached to the harness you’re wearing, is a dildo with an indescribable kind-of shape, metallic colors of turquoise and purple swirling in the silicone.
a fantasy dildo, he’d called it. what a fucking nympho.
your hips burn with exertion, but you grit your teeth and continue to piston the strap in and out of him, relishing in his broken moans and pitiful whimpers.
“oh god,” he sobs as you give a particularly harsh thrust, hitting his prostate head-on. “o-oh my fucking god.”
“you’re sick,” you mutter, tightening your grasp in his hair. “you get off like this? getting roughed up and thrown around like a whore?”
he nods, cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets at your words. “i need it,” he insists, shifting his ass back to fuck himself onto the monstrous toy. “i need it rough, it hurts so good.”
you scoff, twisting his head to the side and making him shudder. leaning over him, you bring your lips to his ear. “you think you can cum just from me pounding this desperate cunt?”
the breath is knocked out of him as you punctuate your question with another swift push of your hips. he writhes in the sheets, trying to muffle his noises by pressing himself into the pillow but jerking his head up every time you stroke his sensitive spot. it’s like his body is confused, unsure of whether the signals going to his brain are of pleasure or pain.
he looks absolutely delicious like this.
“yeah,” he breathes. “g-gonna cum, gonna cum s-so fuckin’ hard, fuck!”
“god, you’re so needy. look at you, clamping down on my cock like a mindless bitch.”
you’re unforgiving with your movements, forcing the toy into him with absolutely no mercy, watching greedily as his limbs twitch and voice breaks.
“take it,” you order, holding his waist and pulling him onto the dildo to match your thrusts. “you wanted it like this, you wanted me mean, so take it.”
“g-gonna—” the rest of his sentence is garbled as he cums, a shameless cry slipping through his lips as he spills all over the bed. “oh fuck!”
“there you go,” you snarl. “do the only thing you’re good at: cum. what a messy slut.”
you slow the motions of your hips as kuroo relaxes, his muscles loosening after being wound so tight for so long.
you shift forward until you’re laying next to him, face-to-face. his eyelids flutter open as your stroke his cheek, and he gives you a shit-eating grin.
“can we do that again?”
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hi hi! could I request dom!bokuto and f!reader with a praise + size kink? thank you and I love your writing sm!! 💕
MADE FOR ME | BOKUTO KOUTAROU X F!READER
part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]
warnings: 18+, size kink, i guess a little possessiveness
a/n: inky writes something for once?????? whaaaaaaat????????????????
"oh god, baby, you feel so good.”
bokuto rubs his cock through your soaked folds, relishing in the way you whimper when his tip catches on your sensitive clit ever so often. you yelp, digging your fingers into his biceps, as he grinds a little harder into you.
“k-kou, fuck, s’too much.”
his left hand stays anchored to your hips while his right trails up your body. he pinches playfully at your nipples, hungrily watching your tits jiggle, before bringing it back down to toy at your clit.
“you’re just so sexy,” he groans, feeling you clench around nothing against his shaft. “you’re perfect. the perfect girl.”
his fingers dip even lower to wrap around his cock. he gives himself a couple strokes, throwing his head back as you whine for more, before lining himself up.
and then he pushes in, and your eyes roll back into your head.
“can’t take it,” you whimper, thighs trembling around his. “f-fuck, it’s huge. koutarou, you’re gonna break me—”
there’s a slight pop! as the head of his cock slides in past the tight muscle, and he shudders at the sensation.
“baby,” he says weakly, cracking his eyes open to see your debauched figure writhing underneath him. “you can’t say shit like that, fuck.”
his thumb circles your clit, making your pussy pulse around the part of bokuto’s cock that’s inside of you in response. he’s methodical, waiting until you loosen just the slightest, only to thrust in and make your back arch of the mattress at the feeling of being so full.
“oh,” he breathes, “that’s a good girl. that’s a good,” one more inch, “fucking,” just one more, “girl.”
your cunt flutters around him as your struggle to remember how to breathe. you gaze up at bokuto with stars in your eyes, and he does the same, staring down at your like you’re heaven on earth.
“so big,” you murmur, dragging your hand to his neck to pull him towards you. he shivers when you lick at his earlobe. “making me feel so fucking good,” you whisper.
“mm, you’re feel amazing,” he hums, leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw. “taking me all,” he pushes in what more of his length is left, and you keen, “the way.”
you sigh happily as his forehead rests against yours, the two of your sharing heavy breaths. he closes his eyes, trying to control his breathing.
“you’re so t-tight,” he huffs, gently rocking his hips in and out. “oh, fuck, baby. this is the perfect fucking pussy, yeah?”
“all for you,” you gasp, the stretch making you delirious.
he grins, a beaming smile of euphoria as his pounds harder and harder into you. “i know, honey, i know.”
“this pussy was made for me.”
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a/n: of course i write this the day after his birthday :/
"you're gonna be a good girl, right? gonna be good and take it all?"
you can't even think, let alone respond. just the push of the dripping head of his cock past the first tight ring of your pussy has made you delirious, choked whimpers slipping past your lips because, frankly, they're the only sounds you have the mind to make at the moment.
"'zuku," you whisper, nails digging into the freckled flesh of his shoulders. "izuku, s'too much, i can't."
"but you're good," he insists through gritted teeth, trying not to slam so hard inside you that you see stars. "you're such a good girl, always letting me stretch this cunt and stuff it full." he moves a hand from its position near your head to brush a tear that's slipped down from your cheek, holding his muscled chest above yours with the other.
izuku leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. "don't worry your pretty little head about anything, 'kay?" he mumbles. "i'll make sure you feel good."
that's exactly what he does as his palms slide down the front of your thighs, only to hitch up the back of them and trail their way back up, squishing the fat and pinning your knees to your chest. you feel so exposed like this—your poor, twitching hole is victim to izuku's ravenous gaze—and you keen as he begins pushing into you.
"ah, fuck," he groans at a deliciously low volume. he stares in awe at how you're accommodating him, hands pushing more definitively at your legs. "you let me fill you so well, baby. gosh, you're such a good fucking girl."
you peer up at him with glossy eyes and a slack jaw as he rocks his hips in and out, pressing his cock inside you inch by inch. he can barely control himself at the feeling of your slick warmth squeezing him—your body's begging him to mold him to his shape and ensure that no one can ever make you feel as good as he does.
izuku moves in sharply, and you head falls back onto the pillows with a thump, a broken moan being torn from your throat.
"shit, i'm—" your legs spasm and suddenly you're cumming, the feeling of him entirely inside your pussy too overwhelming for your frayed nerves. it's at that moment that he starts to thrust in and out, the relaxing of your muscles giving him just enough leverage to move without hurting you, and your orgasm seems to last forever, wrapping around your limbs and drowning your senses in a never-ending stimulation.
"fuck, you're beautiful," he murmurs, teeth nipping at the skin of your neck. "you're the most gorgeous, dumb lil' girl, you know that?"
"uh huh," you whine, voice soft and vulnerable. "all f'you, 'zuku."
he hisses at your words—you're so far gone. you're so cute when you've completely surrendered to him, letting him please you however he wants.
"that's right," he grunts. "you're all—fuck!—mine. now lemme make this perfect pussy cum again, alright?"
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Hey! I saw your lewd event post and was hoping to make a request for Dom Kuroo with a fem reader? The two kinks that I would want to have included are brat-taming and overstimulation. Thank you!! I love your content btw!!
PLUS INTEREST | KUROO TETSUROU X F!READER
part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]
warnings: 18+, dom!kuroo, f!reader, DUBCON, brat-taming, overstimulation, sending of a “nude”
a/n: OOH I LOVED THIS REQUEST THANKS FOR SENDING IT IN <333
you examine the picture you’d just taken: you’re sitting on your knees, thighs spread wide, with your fingers sneaking under the waistband of your panties, giving the camera a cheeky smile. you caption the snapshot with a brazen ‘guess i have to take matters into my own hands’ and press send, throwing your phone off to the side and laying comfortably on the bed.
just an hour earlier, kuroo had been called in for an emergency late-night meeting, something that had very rudely interrupted the orgasm that he’d been fucking you towards. you sigh as you start playing with your clit—you knew that these meetings often took hours, so there was really no point in waiting around for him to come back. it’d be better if you finished yourself off and just went to bed, hoping that he’d at least return by lunch tomorrow.
with that thought in mind, you coax out one, two, three orgasms with your fingers, before gently dozing off.
you’re awaken by the slam of your front door. looking over at the clock, you see it’s two in the morning—he shouldn’t be home this early—
“you fucking brat.”
your head jerks towards the edge of the bed as you see a very angry-looking kuroo, tie haphazardly loosened and dress shirt partially untucked as if he’d rushed to get here. “tetsurou?” your mind is still hazy with sleep, and you’re not really sure why he’s home so much earlier than usual. “what are you—”
in an instant, he’s on top of you, caging you in with his arms and wearing an expression of absolute infuriation. “what did you think was gonna happen, huh? sending me such a slutty picture in the middle of my meeting?”
you struggle to find a justification for yourself. “well i didn’t mean to—”
“you know i had to leave early because of you? i got so fucking hard,” he growls, “and i had to tell them i had a ‘family emergency’ because i have to put you back in your fucking place.”
becoming keenly aware of the familiar throbbing between your legs, you let your eyes trail across his heaving figure, admiring how hot he looks in office attire. you’re too busy eye-fucking him to realize that he’s asked you a question, and it’s not until he grabs your face and forces you to make eye contact with him that you realize you’re in big trouble.
“what was that?”
“i said,” his voice is dangerously low, “how many times did you cum?”
for a brief second, you consider lying, consider saying that it was all a rouse to get a rise out of him and you didn’t actually decide to masturbate, but the evidence is clear—you fell asleep with your hand still in your underwear.
“three,” you whisper.
he whistles. “three? you’ve got nerve. alright, so you owe me that much plus interest, so let’s say six.”
your eyes widen. “six? there’s no way i can take that much, you’ve gotta—”
kuroo immediately moves your panties to the side and latches onto your clit, teasing the bud with his tongue and prodding at your hole with his fingers. the pressure’s already mounted—within a few minutes you’re trembling, hands on either side of you fisting the sheets, as you reach an earth-shattering high that leaves you panting.
“that’s one,” he murmurs. his hands grab at your waist and flip you over like a ragdoll so that you’re on your stomach, ass high in the air. he gives you a teasing pinch on the skin of your hips before yanking your panties down your thighs and lapping at your slit, moaning at the wetness.
you shake helplessly as his tongue coaxes you open, and then he’s fucking you with it, licking at the soft flesh of your pussy. one of his hands reaches over to arch your back further, giving him an angle that makes you scream in pleasure. with just a few flicks of his tongue, you’re twitching as yet another orgasm crashes down onto you, your cum making its way into his eager mouth.
“two,” he says smugly.
kuroo shuffles, shifting his weight on his legs, and you’re granted a rare moment of clemency, taking advantage of it to catch your breath and calm the beating of your heart.
it doesn’t last long, however, because you hear the tell-tale clink of a belt buckle and the sound of fabric being thrown onto the ground.
“wait,” you gasp. “i need a minute, just need a breather.”
“no, no, no,” he tsks, shaking his head with a shitty smile on his face. “did you take a breather when you were busy playing with yourself? didn’t think so.”
you shove your face into the blankets as he pushes his cock into you without warning, muffling your moans. with every thrust, you feel yourself getting dizzier and dizzier, the pulsing of your cunt almost hurting in sensitivity. at some point, you collapse onto the bed, forearms giving out in exhaustion and succumbing to the force of his body pistoning into yours.
“aw, baby,” he purrs condescendingly. “don’t pass out just yet.”
“can’t take it,” you say weakly, voice raspy.
“you can do it,” he grunts, the sounds of skin-on-skin getting faster. “you’ll have to, because we’re not even halfway there.”
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