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KEEP IT DOWN ! | t. kuroo
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content: munch!kuroo (need i say more? lmao) x fem!reader - oral (f!receiving), fingering, kuroo is a little shit, teasing, overstimmm, kinda(?) somno??, pussydrunk kuroo (let's be honest, bro's in love), he power naps between your thighs, oh yeah did i mention he's a little shit?
notes: i finally finished writing a part two and i promise it is almost worth the long ass wait. not proofread :P we ball
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your head is tipped back, soft puffs of breath leaving your parted lips, body tensed as you try to control it.
fuck.
how were you supposed to extract yourself from this situation? you make the mistake of looking down again and you immediately regret it, head tipping back with a silent groan again.
kuroo's arms were wrapped around your upper thighs, hands resting over your shorts. but the problem - the problem here - was his face. to be more specific, his nose and mouth pressed to your covered crotch as he slept.
you take another breath, slow and a little deeper this time, before opening your eyes and gently peeling your hands from the couch and your shirt respectively. you bite your lip as you try to unwind one of his arms from your thigh, careful not to disturb his sleep.
but for all you tried, every attempt to pry him away from between your legs was a failed one. his grip only got stronger as you struggled, a small crease forming over his brow as he burrowed his face a little more. but he moved a little too much and - shit, no -
a quiet moan slips past your lips, your hand flying to cover your mouth as his nose rubs over your shorts a little too well.
kuroo stirs at the sound, the subtle squeeze of your thighs, proven not-so-subtle after all. he mumbles something unintelligible, the vibrations clear through the thin fabric of your shorts as you desperately try to keep it together and not squeeze his head with your thighs.
he shifts, your breath hitching, and a moment later, his eyes blink open in the most bleary but adorable way - if not for the position you were in.
you don't say anything, your body doing all the communication for you - face and neck hot, teeth still sunk into your lower lip, and thighs trembling the slightest bit. and you can see the moment he blinks the sleep away and realises the situation you both were in.
"baby," he rasps, voice thick with sleep and you nearly fucking whine because it goes straight to your cunt - literally. "you all good?"
there's a pause, and you swallow hard before shaking your head slowly. your teeth finally release your lower lip, parting as you whisper breathlessly, "your - um - your nose."
the gears shift in his head, and he looks down for a moment, his nose millimeters from your cunt. the corners of his lips lift in a smirk that he tries to hide.
"mhmm?" he hums, looking back up at you, arms tightening around your thighs, something sly playing on his features. "what about it?"
"you're really close," you manage to choke out, hands tightening on his forearms.
"i am. what about it?" as the words leave his lips, he nudges his head forward a little further, bumping his nose against your crotch again, watching your face for your reaction.
and react, you did, with your thighs trying to press together and a breathless gasp leaving your parted lips.
"what, you like that?" kuroo teases, his voice low. you can feel his smirk against your shorts now.
you nod, the motion shaky and a little unsure. his eyes soften at your shyness, and he speaks again.
"want me to stop?"
you shake your head immediately, chest rising and falling as you try to keep your breathing as even as possible. when he chuckles at your immediate refusal, your bite your lower lip again, a soft sound of desperation leaving you as you try to keep your hips from trying to buck against his face.
"that's what I thought," he murmurs.
god, he was an evil, evil man, you think, starting to curse him in your head. you don't get very far, though, because then he presses a soft kiss over your shorts. and then another. and another. until you're squirming underneath him as he watches you with a half-hooded gaze.
"tetsurou," you gasp softly, hands shifting as they slide into his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.
"yeah baby?" his teeth graze over your shorts. "c'mon, use your words."
"i - fuck - tetsu, don't tease," you nearly whine, pleading with him.
a soft chuckle leaves his lips at that, the breath echoing through the two layers separating your cunt from his mouth.
"aww," he coos, mocking, "I was having so much fun. but since you insist..."
he was way too energetic for someone who just woke up from a nap, you thought, as he shifts, pulling away to hook his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and sliding them off - just the shorts. leaving you in his t-shirt and your panties. he discards your shorts on the floor somewhere and lays between your legs once again, getting comfortable - again.
he lazily blinks up at you as he lowers himself, thick arms winding around your thighs again to hold you in place. a sly smirk rests on his lips as he leans down, pushing your shirt up and brushing his lips against your stomach, pressing a soft kiss there. then moving down and a little to the side and kissing you again, just shy of your navel. he moves down again, the little indent of your pelvic bone, then either side of your hips, then the spot just above the waistband of your panties - just above the little bow in the center.
you suppress a shiver at each kiss, each one slowly unraveling your sanity a little more. and he notices.
"what's wrong baby?" he teases gently.
you shake your head at that, watching as he kisses over your panties. "nothing," you breathe, hiding the way your breath hitches when he presses a kiss to your little clit through the cotton.
"oh? what's that?"
you can see his smirk, the way he lowers himself properly between your legs, locking his arms so you can't pull away. he doesn't wait for an answer - he knows better than to expect one from you right now.
no, instead, he just hooks a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulls them to the side, eyeing your cunt like his last meal on death row. oh, he was going to eat you alive.
you swallow at the way his eyes darken, pupils so dilated you couldn't tell where they ended and his irises started.
"never gotten a taste of her before, have i?" he murmurs, eyes fixed on the way your pretty folds glisten with all of his teasing from earlier.
you shake your head, barely processing the fact that he referred to your cunt as her.
"shame," you hear him breathe, and then he's diving in, tongue licking a fat stripe up through your folds as you gasp, then circling your sensitive clit before wrapping his lips around it.
your hands fly to his hair, embedding themselves there and holding on for dear life as he sucks on your clit, tongue gently tracing random figures over it.
"f-fuck - tetsurou-" you choke out, hips bucking against his face.
he hums softly in response, groaning against you as his tongue parts through your slick folds, lapping up every drop. “real shame,” he moans, the words muffled as he licks at your cunt with more vigor, “taste so perfect f’me.”
his words only make you moan louder, head tipping back against the arm of the couch with your eyes scrunched shut and teeth embedded in your lower lip.
“feels good,” you manage to choke out in a whimper. your nails rake over his scalp as you try to get a better grip in his hair, holding his face closer as you grind into his mouth desperately.
“mm… yeah?” tetsurou groans, hands tightening on your thighs for a moment as he holds you in place to get a better angle, tongue thrusting now as his nose bumps your clit in the best way, the sensitive bundle of nerves getting nudged just right.
you’re clenching on his tongue as much as you can, trying to feel more. more of him. more of everything. fuck, you needed just a little more.
“more, baby?” you hear tetsurou mumble from between your legs, and you blink through your daze to process his words. shit, had you said that out loud? but then he’s squeezing your thighs again, forcing your eyes to meet his and your breath hitches. he looked positively drunk. his lashes fluttered up at you from between your thighs, and you could see his nose glistening with your slick every now and then when he shifted. he only paused to nip your clit gently before speaking again. “asked you t’use your words, didn’t i?” he breathes, slowly - torturously - licking a stripe up your wetness again.
your breath hitches and a soft whine leaves your lips, thighs squeezing a little around his ears when you hear the hint of authority in his voice.
when you don’t respond the way he wants, he nips at your clit once more and your breath hitches, body flinching with pleasure. your lips purse subconsciously but you finally reply with a slight buck of your hips.
“want more,” you whisper finally, brows drawn like it pained you to have him pause. “please, tetsu, need more.”
tetsurou’s lips curl into a smug smirk at that, and the way his lips glisten in the light makes your heart skip a beat - and your pussy throb.
“that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. then, one of his hands is leaving your thigh, but you get distracted at the way his tongue starts circling your clit again, lips latching onto the sensitive nub to suck on it just right and then-
“fuck - tetsu -” you choke, back arching off the couch when he sinks two fingers into you without any warning, curling both digits as he teases your clit. your hands tighten in his hair and he moans, the vibrations shooting up your body as his other hand spreads over your abdomen. he holds you down, scissoring his fingers inside you, looking for that little spot along your gummy walls.
it only takes a moment before he finds it - ridiculously fast, you’d think under normal circumstances. but these were not normal circumstances. because when his fingers bump that sensitive spot deep inside you, you genuinely see white for a moment. you certainly were not expecting him to keep hitting it over and over again, either.
tetsurou’s hand was firm over your stomach, and it only put more pressure on every movement of his fingers.
“tetsu-” you whimper, another choked sound, half fucked out already. he just moans against your clit in response and fucks you harder with his fingers till your back is in a permanent arch, lips parted as incoherent babbles and moans slip past.
you could feel it building up - that rushing, blinding pleasure tugging at your core - and your hips struggle to grind against him while simultaneously trying to get away.
“tetsu - m’close -”
he doesn’t stop, just keeps going, his pace steady and hard and rhythmic until it hits you. your breath hitches with a moan, a string of curses and his name leaving your lips in a prayer, thighs trembling around his head as he keeps going, tongue flicking against your nub and fingers fucking you through it.
you’re seeing stars as you finally come down from the haze of your orgasm, still twitching and shaking as you realise he isn’t stopping. your hands weakly push at his head, body wrung out from the intense high he’d just given you, but it’s of no use. he may not be an athlete any more, but your boyfriend was certainly not out of shape.
“baby, please… too much-” you whimper, still trying to push him away, but your hips are meeting his lips despite it all. “‘s sensitive tetsu,” you whine, legs twitching.
he pulls off your clit with a wet pop, looking up at you with that drunk look, the lower half of his face absolutely drenched with your cum. “just one more?” he whispers, words soft and sweet and plying while his fingers were still fucking into you and - was he trying to add a third finger? “c’mon, just f’me baby, i know you have it in you. just one more.”
it’s less of a request and more of a statement by then, and you’re too distracted by the fullness of being stretched out around three of his fingers, nodding absently with a soft whine. with the way he was hitting all the right spots, you were no less drunken than he was, pliant in his arms from your earlier orgasm, already getting close to a second.
you’re clenching down on his fingers, shaky and squirming in his grip as his thumb moves to rub your clit, his eyes fixed on you as he presses his lips to the inside of your thigh. his gaze was predatory, watching the way your expression shifted as he curled his fingers a little deeper or fucked you a little harder, feeling the way you tightened around him and your breath caught when you got close again.
“tetsu-” you moan, hips squirming, his thumb still circling that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“shh,” he hushes you gently, a start contrast to the way his hand picks up speed, thrusting a little faster, “i know. i’ve got you.”
another soft sound leaves your lips, your hands tightening in his hair as he lets his teeth graze over the soft skin of your inner thigh, teasing you with an overload of stimulation.
“tetsu-” you cry out again, back arching off the couch.
“i know,” he breathes, eyes dark, “won’t you cum for me, baby? let me watch you make a mess on my fingers?”
those words, paired with a deliberate thrust, send you over the edge, eyes fluttering and body shaking as he fucks you through your second orgasm, eyes fixated on the way you shuddered through it.
this time he slows his movements as your high crashes, pulling his fingers out after a moment. you bite back a whine at the sudden loss, thighs twitching with the aftershocks.
his eyes stay locked with your half-lidded ones, making sure you’re watching as he licks your juices off his fingers, moaning as he cleans them up, and you feel your cunt flutter around the air.
“you taste so good,” he hums, pupils blown. “can’t believe i’ve been missing out on her.”
you chuckle softly, a little delayed, as his words reach your brain and get processed. “well now you know,” you murmur weakly, hand stroking his hair. “that was amazing, though. you tired me out pretty fast.”
“already?” he purses his lips, then nips your inner thigh, eyes glittering with mischief. “that won’t do. i’d like seconds of my dessert.”
fuck, this man was going to be the death of you.
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