WARNING: Edging, overstimulation and male penetration i think that's all let me know if I missed anything, and also, the reader doesn't have pronouns.
"P-please- Ah! Let m-me cum!" He moaned as you thrusted into his ass, you decided to put a cock ring on him to prevent him from cumming, "Beg for me to let you cum, Tetsu." You whispered into his ear. "M-master! P-please let me cum! I wanna cum! S-so badly! P-please!" He begged, you took the cock ring off of him, "F-fuck! Th-thank you! O-oh!" He babbled.
when he finally cums, you didn't stop fucking him, "W-wait- I-I just c-came- f-fuck!" He whined, he came again, but still, you didn't stop fucking his ass. "P-please! N-no more! I-it's too much!" He babbled, after cumming for the last time, you kissed his forehead. He was too tired to notice.
"that's it good boy," you purred as his cock sat between your breasts. he had been biting his lower lip while his eyes where glued shut, "you looked so cute thrusting your hips up like that when you cum." you grinned seeing how flushed he got, the red painting his entire chest as well.
then, an idea hit you. holding your boobs, you brought them up and down, continuing to fuck his sensitive dick. it was clear you were driving kuroo wild by the way he brought the back of his head up to cover his face while he began starting stuttering. his breaths became heavier and your could see his shoulders, tensing he was going to cum again, and surely, he did.
with more of his hot, white cum all over you, you began to pull away, only for kuroo to speak up, “don’t stop,” he whined, “feels too good.”
hello it is i back again with another dom reader request akshskdja i also just read the player bf one and oh 😩👌 delicious.
It's a university student setting and a little bit of enemies to lovers trope i might say 👀 in this one its your choice if u want a specific character or your own for the sub boy.
So reader and the guy aren't really in good terms. Tho you two aren't like the extreme enemies type but you just don't get along. It's more on like the personality, i suppose. You, reader being the quiet type of famous that has a specific group of friends and are the type to be more private on personal matters, and then him being the noisy kind of famous, the guy that almost everyone in the university knows and could talk to anyone and literally knows every rumor there is.
You can decide whatever reason the guy has for not liking the reader as I've just thought that it's because they're personalities as well as their group of people are literally the exact opposite. Though one thing they have in common is that they're pretty known students (as well as sleep around 👀) anyways, a birthday party comes up and the guy gets drunk and the reader takes it as a chance to play with the guy hehe tho reader wouldn't do it to the extreme ya know the deed as he is drunk but that doesn't stop reader from teasing him at least 👀 long story short the general idea is that they don't like each other, but when the guy got drunk and reader pleasur--played him ehem, he woke up sober the next day remembering everything that happened that night and got super flustered aAAA. Days passed normal until when you were alone planning to go somewhere, a hand suddenly grabbed you and pulled you in an unused classroom and there the guy is glaring at you with his red face. Turns out he can't forget whatever you did back then and couldn't focus so he didn't have a choice but to seek you out and do it agai--help him out 👀 so in a way the guy is a tsundere since he doesn't want to admit that he likes whatever reader is doing while reader likes teasing him hihi
This sounded way more understandable in my head i hope it makes sense kajdlajdlaksak
𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫
a/n: ok this has been sitting in my ask box for so long (IM SO SORRY I JUST DIDNT KNOW HOW TO GO ABOUT IT) bc it felt like a multipart fic, but it could also just be a very very long one shot, so i decided to go the one shot route. its honestly not that long either which is a miracle in itself but it definitely took a lot longer than i thought to write it. i hope you don't mind me making the character kuroo idk it felt like it fit
contains: dom!reader, sub!kuroo, a lil bit of switch action, every single cliche known to man BDHSBSHEH, oral (both!receiving), facesitting, cowgirl, rivals to lovers, afab/fem!reader (mostly gn except for a mention of wearing panties), dubcon if you squint, light degradation (kuroo gets called a dumb slut n some other stuff), light choking (m!receiving)
disclaimer: this was lightly proofread so... pls let me know if you find any errors lol
length: 2.2k
popularity was never really your strong suit.
as a kid, your goal was never to be popular. you had your head screwed on right, as most of the adults in your life would say and so you made no room for silly competitions among your peers. for what? approval? baseless approval would get you nowhere, so you set your sights on being smart, competent, and reliable.
and it worked. you got into your college of choice with a full ride, giving you the freedom to pursue your degree with virtually no worries.
but somehow through a twist of ironic fate, you had become well known around campus, not for your intellect, but for everything else. you never considered yourself out of the ordinary in your own right, but after a few conversations in a few classes, people began to treat you as such.
it was a natural charm you possessed, a calming disposition that made people around you feel seen, and as a result, your friend group rose to popularity.
but as with every cliche, things would never be so calm all the time. there was a secondary group of popular people on campus, a group of sports stars to be specific. the school specialized in volleyball of all things and so the D1 players on the team were treated like gods. most of them were tolerable, but one always managed to get under your skin,
with him it was obvious as to why he was so popular. he was attractive, talented, and very smart. a biochemistry major of all things but you would never know it by observing how he interacted with others.
with him it was obvious as to why he was so popular. he was attractive, talented, and very smart. a biochemistry major of all things but you would never know it by observing how he interacted with others.
the only thing you two had in common was the raunchy reputations that preceded you. just because you were reserved and diligent in your studies, didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to let yourself go every now and then. what could you say, men were easy, and more often than not they got the job done.
kuroo tetsuro, however, was a whore. and you were next on his list.
he made it very known that he had set his sights on you, teasing you very openly whenever you found yourself in the same vicinity of one another. he was relentless, never giving you a break and relishing in how flustered his attention made you. it was infuriating.
so more times you opted to avoid him.
you felt the walls and floors vibrate under you from the heavy bass of the music. the frat party that your roommates had dragged you to wasn’t your preferred way of spending your friday night, but there was free alcohol and how could you say no to that?
you stayed on the sidelines for most of the night, mingling with a few of your acquaintances and trying to blend into the crowd of intoxicated college students that were scattered across the house.
“_____! hey how are you?” one of the frat boys asked, coming from around the corner.
“I’m doing ok! happy birthday!” you beamed up at him.
the two of you talked for a few minutes, catching up on all sorts, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of intense eyes on you. it was him, it had to be him, but you ignored it, trying your best to enjoy the night
disinterest had never been a deterrent before, and kuroo felt your body tense as he came behind you and threw his arm over your shoulder.
“how’re you doing tonight, gorgeous? i haven't seen you all night.”
you sighed and smiled apologetically for cutting your prior conversation short. the faint smell of alcohol wafted off kuroo as he leaned over you, spewing all sorts of slurred pickup lines at you, much to your dismay.
you moved out from underneath him, slightly amused as he wobbled on his own two feet, and decided to head towards the bathroom. you didn't notice him follow you.
“running away from me so soon?”
you sighed and rubbed your temples, “can you just leave me alone, please? im not in the mood for your incessant talking tonight.”
he smirked at you, coming up behind you to rest his hands on your waist, “don't lie to me, baby. I've seen you looking for me around campus. you're curious about me, i can tell.”
your breath hitched as he touched you, even in this state careful not to go too low or squeeze too hard.
“if you want me to stop just let me know,” he whispered, as he pushed himself up against you, letting your head roll back to rest on his chest as he explored your body.
in an instant, you had flipped around and pinned him against the cool tiled bathroom walls. he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, surprised at just how strong you were.
“don’t think by giving me an out you can weasel your way out of things. you want me? you’ll have me on my terms.”
and he did have you. in multiple ways. in a flurry of hands and lips groping and teasing, the two of you enjoyed yourselves that night. afterward, kuroo had made himself scarce, almost seeming to avoid you around campus.
it seemed like all he wanted to do was make you a notch on his belt, claim his proverbial prize and leave you high and dry. you didn't mind that he was finally leaving you alone, but it irked something in you, because in reality, he hadn't really claimed you at all.
he had submitted to you that night, and the both of you knew from the way he acted when you were done. you had never seen him so quiet, so unsure of himself, and before you could say anything to him he was already gone.
you decided to take his newfound absence in stride and act as normal. at least a week went by before you were walking back to your dorm after a late afternoon lecture and felt yourself being pulled into a nearby empty classroom.
“what the-”
elbowing whoever grabbed you in the chest, you turned around to fight, only to be faced with none other than kuroo tetsuro himself.
“what the fuck, kuroo?”
“testuro,” he corrected, and you quirked your eyebrow at him. taking your stare and silence as a cue, he continued, “can we- uh.. can we talk about what happened? that night?”
he was stammering as he talked to you, light blush dusting his cheeks and you almost thought he was going to tell you he regretted it, but you knew better than that. you could easily see through his useless facade, noticing the half chub he sported in his pants as he stumbled over his words. he was utterly enamored with you and the things you did to him. it was cute.
“tetsuro..” you purred and the sound of his voice fizzled out, “why did you really pull me in here hm?”
“well i-”
“actually, i know why. we’re all alone, nobody comes in here on a regular basis. and youre blushing like mad for me, tripping over your words like a dumb slut.”
you almost missed hit, but he whimpered at your choice of name for him, avoiding your gaze as you moved closer to him.
“well?” you asked, “you don't want to answer your mistress the way you did before?”
“no mistress! i…”
“ah so i was right,” you grinned, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him down to sit on one of the seats, “you missed me didn't you?”
slowly, he nodded, shame radiating off him in waves. the poor boy was so confused. he didn't know why he had felt such a pull to you, such a desire. he didn't even realize you had awakened something new in him until he woke up the next morning, aching and hard from dreaming of your touch all night.
he tried to avoid you for as long as he could but, resistance was futile. he needed this… and you wanted to give it to him. you pulled him closer to the edge of the seat by his belt loops, running your hands over his thighs and lightly dragging your nails over them. he squirmed above you but you held him down, reminding him who was in charge.
his pants pooled around his ankles in an instant and he watched with baited breath as you watched his cock strain in his briefs.
“i feel so bad for you baby. you've been so pent up without me, hm?”
tetsuro’s hands scrambled to find purchase on something as you grabbed him suddenly. the sloppy way with which you stroked him had him keening, softly bucking himself further into you and panting like a dog. your hot breath fanned his exposed dick and he whined, beside himself with how good it felt to let you do all the work.
his bit his lip hard as you sucked him into your hot mouth. balls in one hand, base of his cock in the other, you swirled your tongue around, hollowing out your cheeks around him. he could feel the pressure building in his lower abdomen, but couldn't even string together the words to tell you he was close.
his mind was so fuzzy and everything felt so good he just couldn't take it-
“m’sorry mistress im- hngh”
kuroo came down your throat, gripping your hair to steady himself. his mind went blank for a second, groaning lowly and almost forgetting where he was.
you were straddling him again in an instant, hands roaming around underneath his shirt and tweaking his nipples. he cried out, thrusting up and making you bounce on him over your panties.
“do you want to make mistress feel good?” you asked, moving up the length of his body. he moaned out a shaky yes as he watched your dripping core hover over his face.
he nudged you with his nose, straining his neck to taste you, but you kept yourself just out of reach, teasing him. at this point, any embarrassment or shame that still remained had disappeared, and kuroo whimpered desperate pleas for you to just sit on his face and smother him. you obliged, lowering yourself onto him slowly.
his tongue moved in long languid strokes, licking up the expanse of your cunt, and teasing your entrance. you understood why the entire campus couldn't stop talking about his skills, as you felt high off the way he payed attention to your clit, and ate you out with care.
“t-tetsu- baby im so close keep going,” you moaned and he groaned back, gripping your thighs to pull you down harder onto him. you ground your hips against his face, teasing your nipples to bring yourself closer to the end.
the coil in the pit of your stomach wound itself tighter, until it snapped, making you cry out and quickly slap a hand over your mouth to muffle yourself. kuroo continued to lick and suck and you felt your thighs burn and hips spasm from slighter overstimulation.
“p-please, no more” you rasped and he let you move back down, sitting on top of his ever-growing cock once again.
he smirked at your disheveled state, a bit of his cockiness coming back. lets remedy that, you thought and grabbed him swiftly, prodding his tip at your entrance.
“aH- mistress wha-”
you swiftly sunk down on him, chasing your next high with fervor. surprised, his hands found your hips and thighs, and he watched you as you moved up and down on him. you looked like an angel to him, a vision of beauty matched by no one else, but he couldn't say that and so he just moaned, feeling like he was in heaven.
your hand snaked around his throat, taking him by surprise once again as he choked out wait.
you didnt wait to him as you softly squeezed the sides of his neck, making kuroo tense and arch his back. he had never reached such a state of euphoria or ever been so close so fast. he was convinced you were magic.
“c-cumming- gon- hah- cum again!- m’gonna-”
his hold on your hips tightened as you helped him ride out his second orgasm. his entire body slumped down in the seat, and you held him close as the two of you calmed your breathing.
“so this whole time you just wanted me to put you in your place?” you giggled breathlessly and kuroo held you closer.
“i didnt even know i was into that to be honest,” he mumbled into your skin.
you stayed cuddled up together for a little bit until you checked the time, realizing they were going to start locking up classrooms soon. he winced as you dismounted him, throwing your clothes on and making sure you didnt leave anything behind. he just watched you as you moved, still in a bit of a poist coital glow,
“did you ever want to do this? again i mean?” he asked, voice small and hopeful.
closing the gap between you, you caressed his face, “ill see you around tetsuro.”
pairing: kuroo tetsurō x dom gender neutral reader
req: no | wc: 885 | cw: marking, biting, master kink, name calling (kitten), panties | minors dni
a/n: thirstin 🤤
Kuroo’s thighs were always something worth drooling over. Years of burning muscles and long matches had done him well. They were thick, muscular and salvitangly beautiful.
He has never crushed you in between his thighs. He called it ‘silly’ and ‘pointless’ or, unfortunately, ‘weird’.
Though today, that might change.
“(y/n).” Speak of the devil.
Your boyfriend dressed up for you in the maid outfit you’d bought for him quite a while ago. If he didn’t use it, it would just be a waste of money. As to why he didn’t make you wear it, well, it was in his size.
Hair down; black, red accented short maid dress with a titty slit - something else you drooled over, but not today; and kitty themed thigh highs.
He looked like absolute perfection.
Despite that, he looks away from you, clearly embarrassed.
"Let's get this over with."
"Oh, Kuroo." You laugh, which makes him all the more embarrassed. "You think we'll stop?"
Now this, this was heaven on Earth.
"Ah.." You sigh in bliss.
Kuroo flicks you on the back of the head, but the feeling of his thighs crushing your head overpowers the pain. "Don't act as if this was a spa."
"Is it not?"
That clearly startled him. He crushes you harder, which he didn't think you'd actually like. "It won't be when I- agh, you masochist." He stops squeezing at all.
“Tetsuuu!” You whine at him. He acts if he doesn’t care at all, in fact, he ignores you. “Tetsurō!” He ignores that plea, and the ones after that.
So, you resort to markin’ him up until he pays attention to you.
“Tet-su-ro.” You nip at his thighs between each syllable, making them shake and quiver. Still, even with a heavy blush on his face, he doesn’t look down at you.
Finally, you mark one of them.
Kuroo moans the prettiest, hottest, most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard him let out. He covers his mouth immediately after, looking down at you with a panicked look. “(y/n), don’t-”
But you don’t heed his begs. You kiss the new bite mark, watching him squirm. “Did you like that?” You knew the answer, what with the hard on in his panties being extremely visible, but you wanted to hear him say it.
He doesn’t respond, so you keep kissing the same spot over and over. It’s like torture for him, knowing that you could do so much more, yet you don’t. “Keep going.” He mutters.
“What’d you say?” You tease, nipping at the next spot.
“Keep going.” Tetsu repeats, this time louder.
But you’re not satisfied at that, oh no. “Keep doin’ wha-”
“Keep fuckin marking me, y’hear?” It seems your little boyfriend had run out of patience.
“Aye aye, kitten.”
You mark his thighs at an agonizingly slow pace, though Tetsu doesn’t seem to mind it. The sounds he lets out are so wonderful, and they only spur you on. He moans with each new mark, sometimes interrupting his own dragged out moan with another one.
You loved having him under your control, loved marking him up until there was no space left. Speaking of which, there wasn’t any left on his thick inner thighs.
“Tetsu-” You start to tell him, but he interrupts you quickly.
“Pull down my thigh highs.”
He clamps down on his bottom lip to stop his groans, watching you pull down the soft fabric excruciatingly slow. “(y/n)!” He whines.
“Patience, kitten.”
With the ends of his socks at his knee, his thighs feel free and fresh from their tight confinement, but it’s not long until they feel more than that.
“Your thighs are so tender, Tetsu.” You kiss down a stripe of one thigh. “I’m so lucky.” Finally, you bite again.
Tetsu moans loudly and blissfully again, both from the built up anticipation and your praising words. “Please, (y/n)-” He cuts himself off with a moan. “Bite harder.”
You chuckle, “Eager?”
You get no response, not that you needed one. Indulging him, you bite harder, just as he wishes.
"Ah!" He moans with vigor, louder and clearly more pleasured.
He's putty under you, squirming, moaning, panting... it's like this was his whole purpose.
As you kiss a new mark, you look for more space. So little space, after such little time. Should you have savored this? Doesn't matter now. "Just five more, kitten. Can you count those for me?"
He nods eagerly.
You bite one spot, "One." He struggles to say.
You bite the next, "Two." He says it faster, knowing it satisfies you more.
The next spot, right below the last, "Three!" He exclaims.
"Too loud, kitten."
"Sorry." He apologizes quickly, afraid that you might stop.
"It's alright." You mark the next spot.
"Four."
And then the last, harder and longer than any of the rest. Tetsurō moans loudly, "Five!"
He bucks his hips up, which you're surprised he hadn't actually done so earlier. Though, it makes you suspect something.
Tetsu grips the ends of his skirt tightly, but with how weak he is for you right now, it's not hard to overpower him. With both hands, you pull the skirt up to reveal his pink and wet panties.
