NEED YOU 2
desc ;; kuroo creates an nsfw twt account for the sole purpose of collaborating with his fav camgirl
info ;; this is part two of a joint fic with @kkurooswifee. click here for pt 1 and here for the twitter links.
tw + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. smut, vaginal, anal plugs, degradation, praise, impact play, fingering, filming, exhibitionism & size kink (wc: 7.2k)
Since launching his X-rated twitter account, things had been going surprisingly well for Kuroo.
Of course, he only started with the intention of gaining your attention, but he could get used to the other perks associated with owning an explicit twitter account. Such as the constant praise and flirtatious DMs from hundreds of people, gushing to him about how muscular and sexy he is. Sometimes it felt rude or objectifying, but often it simply fuelled his ego. These compliments would come alongside donations too; hefty sums of money sent straight to his PayPal. If he had known amateur male solo-play was such a lucrative market, he would’ve got into it a lot sooner.
Naturally, he garnered a relatively large fanbase in a short space of time, so he was worried that — despite being a faceless creator — he might be doxxed or his true identity may somehow be revealed. But thankfully that had yet to happen. Everything so far has been working out in his favour.
Yet, he was growing impatient.
He wasn't doing this for the money. He already had a full-time job, so the extra cash — although pleasant — was not enough to justify the risk of ruining his image. Similarly, the flattery and pseudo-fame was nice, but not enough to keep him from deactivating his account.
A month had passed since its creation, and he’d been posting consistently to no avail. It’s almost infuriating; you’re the whole reason he was doing this, so why weren’t you acknowledging him? He thought of reaching out to you first, but although he has a decent audience, it’s still nothing compared to yours, so there’s no way you’d notice him in your sea of unread DMs.
No, for this to work, you’d definitely have to make the first move. But why wouldn’t you? He’s done everything he can to get your attention. There had even been a couple instances of individuals in his replies, posting comments to the effect of:
@ xxwh0re commented: Haf and y/n collab when????
@ HAFsociety replied: This would heal me @ y/n_username
@ dreamsskutya replied: please… let this happen…
The creator (@HAFvideos) liked this thread.
Oh, yeah. He named himself HAFvideos, and the HAF originally stood for ‘hot as fuck’, but his followers had been referring to him as though his name is ‘Haf’ and he couldn’t be bothered to correct them. Especially as he had no intention of telling them his real name.
Anyway, all his viewers could blatantly see that the two of you would have great chemistry, and he had clearly stated in his bio that he is open to collabs. So what’s your problem? It occurs to Kuroo that perhaps you’d just not seen his content yet, but it’s been almost a week of people tagging you in his replies, so surely you must’ve seen at least one of his videos by now.
The disheartening conclusion would be that you’ve watched his content but you’re just not attracted to him, and you have no interest in meeting up with him. But thinking about that as a possibility just rips Kuroo apart, causing a deep dull ache in his chest. After all, he’d done this for you. The whole reason he’d been rubbing one out on camera almost every night for the last month was because of the mere prospect of getting to interact as equals with you.
For fucks’ sake, he wore a cock ring because the degenerates in his comments kept asking him to, and he thought it will help him gain more traction. And more traction means a higher likelihood of you seeing him on your feed. So, the idea that all that effort might’ve been in vain destroys him.
But little did he know, you’d noticed him. Plenty.
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You sighed out your nose, slumped back in your desk chair and spinning idly as you scrolled through twitter. You had a livestream scheduled for later that night but you honestly could not be bothered. Making yourself squirt every Thursday was becoming somewhat mundane, but you have bills to pay and manga to buy, so you persevere.
As you were scrolling through your feed, you’re somewhat disassociating, lost in your own world as your thumb moved on its own. That is, until a particular video autoplayed and snapped you right back into reality, knocking the wind out of your lungs in the process.
It was a video of a man sat on the edge of his bed, wearing trousers but no shirt. Yet he’s got an expensive-looking watch on. The frame cut off above his collarbone and below his knees, so it’s largely just torso. Still, it was the single most captivating torso you’ve ever seen; he’s muscular, but not completely jacked. He had the faint outline of abs, with broad shoulders. And his arms are what really do it for you. Rotund biceps that are humble enough not to intimidate, but large enough for you to imagine yourself in his chokehold. The feeling of his muscles squishing your cheeks, fuck.
You’re not usually one to fall for male thirst-traps. You usually deem them sluts and move on. But something about this man truly called to you. Maybe it was the seductive way his legs were manspreading at the edge of the bed, and his large, clothed thigh was just begging to be ridden. Or maybe it was the casual way he laid back on one arm and used the other to invitingly pat his knee. God, he knows what he’s doing. Finally, maybe the part that intrigued you about this man was the gigantic bulge in his trousers that was calling your name.
You’re not given much time to process what’s going on before he unzips his fly and pulls it out and shit, how’s it even bigger than you originally thought? His monstrous cock was now fully on display for the camera — for you — and you’re basically salivating over your screen. The length, the girth, the veins, the curve that was so perfect, it looks like he was built for your pussy. If he was in you, that leaky tip would bruise your cervix and those few prominent veins would brush your g-spot just right.
Before you knew it, he'd already begun stroking it. Running his strong hand up and down his shaft. Maybe it was pathetic but you were momentarily lusting over his hand too; it was just so big, with neat nails and long fingers. You fantasise about the way they’d feel inside your snug cunt and how skilled he’d surely be. You can tell from the way he’s rubbing his own cock so slowly that he’d be sweet and gentle with you too. Treat you like a princess.
Soon, his hand was fully wrapped around his length and what was once moderate strokes quickly devolved into vigorous pumping. The video was muted but you would give anything to hear the deep groans he must’ve been letting out with each furious rub. You saw in the corner of the frame, the hand he was leaning on started to clench, balling the white sheets into his fist as his knuckles were painted white.
Precum was smeared across his length, and kept drooling from his tip as he jerked himself off at a lethal rate. From your time in private shows with fans, you’d become an expert at detecting the signs of an imminent climax in men, and he was right there. Seconds from toppling over the edge. You bit your lip with anticipation, waiting eagerly for your screen to be filled with white and for him to make a mess all over his pristine trousers…
But the video ended abruptly.
Literally what the fuck? Why would he post something like that only to leave everyone in suspense? Such an evil, devious man. Your thighs were wet with arousal but there’s no satisfaction to show for it. Fuck, now you’re so antsy that you need to visit his page and finish what you started. Maybe on his profile you’d be able to find something even better.
Unbeknownst to you, after you clicked on his profile photo, it was all over for you.
It didn’t take long before you were certifiably whipped for this faceless content creator. The mystery lured you in like a siren-call and his gorgeous biceps kept you there. Before every one of your livestreams, to get into the mood you would watch one of his videos or browse his photo collection and edge yourself to oblivion. God, you felt like such a loser for being so attracted to him, but you can’t bring yourself to be ashamed for too long — especially since this is the most alive you’ve been in ages.
He became an integral part of your routine, but that wasn’t enough. It was parasitic and started to seep into other parts of your day too. Next thing you knew, you were watching him beat his meat while eating your dinner, as if it were some sort of innocuous YouTube video. Bringing the noodles to your mouth, you scroll through his comments and read them out of the corner of your eye.
@ DaisyIvyDelight commented: Omg, pls hit me up for a collab 🫣
@ HAFsociety replied: I second this !! ^
@ Roll4coatser: are you currently accepting gf applications???
@ kiko445: なぜみんな英語を話しているのか
Why is everyone and their mum suddenly thirsting over your internet husband (who doesn’t know he’s your husband)? Surely, they can find another male content creator to fawn over. At first, you don’t let it bother you too much and you’re about to scroll away, until you notice that the comment of the girl proposing a collab has been liked by the creator.
Your heart dropped when you saw that. No way is he actually considering bringing other women into his videos. So far, he’s only been making solo content, and everyone prefers that way. Or at least, you prefer it that way. You check her profile, and it only contributes to your stress, because she seems like a popular OnlyFans creator too, which means that the comment might not have been a joke. And him liking it might’ve been the start of a DM exchange which will eventually lead to…
No. Absolutely not. You need to take matters into your own hands and resolve this issue urgently. Usually you wouldn’t be so forward, but you’re under immense pressure and perhaps that causes you to behave in a way you wouldn’t normally.
You click on the paper plane icon next to his display name, and type out your message from your main account:
“Hey. Sorry, this is a bit random, but I make similar content to you and I was just wondering if you want to collab sometime? To help us grow our followings, and that kinda stuff. Have a nice day. :)”
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A short string of Twitter DMs eventually led to you standing outside the door to his apartment.
He’d already buzzed you in, so you were almost certain that you were in the right place. Still, a shroud of anxiety stirs through your insides. Clutching the fabric of your shirt, you cautiously knock on his door. So gently that you start to worry even more. What if he didn’t hear that? Should you knock again? If he heard you the first time and you keep knocking, he’ll probably think you’re desperate and pushy. God, you’re already ruining your chances of making a good first im—
“Hello?” The door swings open, to reveal a tall man standing on the other side. When his eyes land on you, his lips immediately pull into a mischievous smirk, “It’s you.”
He was automatically able to recognise you from the abundant amount of time he’d spent watching your videos, meanwhile it took you a couple of seconds to fully process that the man standing before you was the infamous Haf. Your eyes dragged across his body, scrutinising every little detail and soaking up his impressive silhouette. His figure definitely was convincing you that he was the real deal: he had those massive biceps you were promised by his account, and they were virtually protruding from the thin white shirt he had on. He also wore a black tie with matching slacks and shoes; it occurred to you that his outfit was almost identical to the one he had on during the first video of his you ever watched — the one where he was jerking himself off on his bed, but it cuts off before he finishes. Same chunky watch and all. Except, of course, he was shirtless then, but right now he was unfortunately wearing one. Although, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in a way that was equally intriguing.
You’d never seen his face before, but you weren’t disappointed. He’s got a defined jaw and sleepy hazel eyes that seem to bore into you. It’s unclear whether that is a part of his facial structure, or if he was genuinely just tired. Regardless, it’s quite hot. In fact, everything about him was pretty hot. You trembled under his gaze, cheeks heating up from excitement.
“Uh, hey.” You eventually splutter, unable to maintain eye-contact, “You’re.. Haf?”
Kuroo chortled heartily, falling onto his doorframe for support, and you flinched slightly at his sudden maniacal laughter. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you my real name.” He huffed, clutching his side as he tried to catch his breath, “I’m Kuroo. But I am the owner of H-A-F videos, so you’re in the right place.”
You pressed your lips together, noting that he says each letter individually. It was somewhat embarrassing that you’ve been following him for so long but you’ve been saying his name wrong the whole time.
Wanting to fill the silence, Kuroo confirmed, “And you’re (y/n)?”
You nodded, and Kuroo looked down at you while leaning against his doorframe, with his buff arms crossed. A smirk played on his lips as he admired you; he thought he was doing a good job of acting natural around you, but really, he’s lucky that you haven’t built up the courage to look at him for long periods of time. Otherwise, you would’ve noticed the spark in his eyes and how much he was smiling like an idiot. Seriously, he hadn’t smiled this much in months. There’s really not much to be happy about when you’re working a trite, tiresome job.
He stepped back from the doorway and gestured for you to enter. “Come in. Make yourself at home.” You paused for a moment before you accepted, and hesitantly pad into his apartment. Your eyes hurriedly survey your surroundings, and you quickly realise that you’re living some sort of porno fantasy because this place is nice. You kinda anticipated it would be cushy considering it was in a decent area, but his room in particular was lavish. It was extremely modern and sleek, with jet black kitchen countertops to contrast his pristine white cabinets. Plus, all the equipment in his kitchen — like his microwave and oven — seemed so new and expensive. Like they actually might function properly.
This leads you through his kitchen and past his stylish living room too; there’s a door at the other side of his apartment, which leads you to his bedroom. As soon as you enter, you’re overcome by an immense sense of deja vu — you’ve been here before. There’s his crisp white sheets and that grey headboard you always see in the background of his videos. To your left, the entire wall was made of glass, to serve as some sort of unnecessarily large window. Although, it did showcase a breath-taking view of the city beneath.
There weren't very many other distinct features of his room. A black glossy dresser opposite his bed, under the TV, and he had a matching wardrobe stood against the other wall. There’s also a door next to it, which you assumed led to an ensuite bathroom. Plus, a singular nightstand next to his bed
He had a tripod and a couple of lights set up at the foot of his bed. You’re admiring the view, when the curtains slowly began to draw closed on their own, accompanied by a harsh whirring noise. You turned to Kuroo and saw that he was holding a small remote, and aimed it at the curtains. “For our privacy.” He murmured.
Once they’ve shut, Kuroo puts the remote down and strides in front of you, plopping himself down at the edge of his bed, using his arms to support his torso in the same way you’ve witnessed so many times. Hence, it’s almost Pavlovian the way your pussy starts to ache. It’s the spitting image of the videos you have seared into your brain, until he pats the sheets for you to come sit with him. “Here, sit.”
You stared at him for a second, entirely lost in thought. He chuckled, “I don’t bite.”
Gulping, you couldn’t help but hold your breath as you shuffle towards him, his seductive eyes fixed on your every movement as you tentatively sit down next to him. You’re half a foot away, but he scooted in to close the gap until your thighs were touching. “How’re you feeling? Done anything like this before?”
“No. I’ve only ever done solo stuff.” You shook your head, peering at him through the corner of your eye. “How about you?”
“Same.” He sighed. There’s a beat of silence then he motioned to the hefty bin bag you’ve been hauling through his home and asked, “What’ve you got in there?” He cocks his head to the side with curiosity.
“Oh, right.” You gulped, picking it up and holding the soft bag in your arms. “My outfits. I thought I’d bring some different options for what I could wear in the video.” You finally turned to look at him, only to see he was wearing an absolutely dumbfounded expression. You interpreted this as him being clueless to the art of roleplay. When you were checking out his profile, you quickly noted that he only started posting porn very recently; so he’s clearly still a novice to the world of adult content, and thus he’s ignorant to how well costume videos perform.
However, that’s your internal assumption. In reality, Kuroo knew all about the different clothes you wear and the various creatures you dress-up as to satiate your kinky fanbase. The whole reason he looked so astonished was because he was one of those thirsty motherfuckers who was in your comments — on his secret account — begging for you to wear a catsuit. He was simply stunned by the prospect of getting to see you in those costumes in real life.
In an attempt to educate him, you explained, “My videos usually do really well if I wear some sort of costume. Of course, you don’t need to dress-up, though. Unless you want to.” You stared at him, taking his silence as a response then continuing, “So, would you be okay with me showing you the options and we can decide together?”
Kuroo’s mouth and throat had gone dry as bone. He swallowed slowly to lubricate it, but still ended up rasping out, “Sure.”
Paying no mind to the strain in his voice, you spring up from your seat, grab your bag and drag it into the ensuite bathroom to get changed into the first costume. Putting these kinds of clothes on was usually tricky and oddly time-consuming, but Kuroo was just thankful that he was allowed some time to try and mentally will away the boner he had sprung as soon as your thigh brushed his. Most people would consider that pathetic, but he was just relieved that he hadn’t popped one the moment he laid eyes on you. Especially considering the first images that flashed in his mind were of you rubbing your clit for the camera and squirting on your fingers.
Eventually he managed to settle himself down until he was flaccid again, but that effort was futile, as his dick already began hardening when you stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a risque maid costume. He exhaled harshly out of his nose at the sight; there was a faux-corset with white ribbons laddering up the front and back, under the dramatic scoopneck that revealed a shocking amount of cleavage. It baffled him that your tits somehow didn’t fall out as you walked towards him and gave a little twirl. It had a frilly ‘skirt’ which was really a short strip of fabric around your hips, it honestly didn’t cover anything. Your black lacey underwear was fully visible, and thus your plump asscheeks were too.
When you stepped out in that outfit, it also reminded him of that one video you did, where you positioned the camera high-up and angled it down at you while you sucked off a dildo that was suctioned to the wall. Blowing it messily and whining like a bitch the whole time, calling the viewer ‘master’ and ‘sir’. Fuck, his cock was throbbing in his trousers, but he tried to play it cool.
“Think this one would be popular?”
“It usually is.” You hum, fidgeting with the edge of your ‘skirt’, “Have you got a full-length mirror somewhere?”
He nodded his head towards his wardrobe and replied, “In there, baby. Open it.”
Your knees almost buckle at the nickname, yet you scuttle over to his wardrobe and open one of the doors like he said. As promised, there was a full-length mirror on the inside and you were able to see what the entire outfit looked like on you. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you scrutinised yourself harshly. Tugging at the ribbons the torso, you complain, “I wish this were a real corset. I’d be so cinched.”
“Cinched.” Kuroo repeated dreamily, transfixed on your perky tits threatening to burst out of that top at any given moment. When he realised he was staring, he snaps his neck straight and clears his throat, “It’s nice. Wanna wear that?”
“Hm, maybe. But I’d like to show you the other options first before we decide.”
“Go ahead.” He clicked his tongue, and you happily skipped back into his bathroom to change into your next outfit. The next one wasn’t nearly as intricate or expensive as the previous; you bought the maid costume in-store at a specialty lingerie boutique for an extortionate price, but the new one you got for cheap off amazon. Still, they both seem to get the job done.
The second one didn’t require half as much struggle to put on either, so within a few minutes, the door to his ensuite cracked open, revealing your supple form in a dainty bunny set. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as the maid lingerie, yet somehow it was far more tantalising. It’s simply a two-piece set: a white seamless boob tube that was semi-transparent, meaning he could see the faint outline of your areola underneath, paired with a complementing pair of white panties. Overall, the only thing that made it ‘bunny-like’ was the fluffy ears you wore, along with the fuzzy tail.
It’s not particularly astonishing or subversive, but that didn’t stop Kuroo from being totally enraptured by it. By you in that slutty little outfit. He had to bite his lip to contain the lewd comments threatening to spill from his lips. Thankfully, you were too caught up in inspecting your reflection in the mirror, to notice this raging erection that he had given up on trying to hide. “I like it. It’s cute.” You grumbled, shaking your head to test how the ears flop around “But it’s a bit basic. Don’t ya think?” You whip your head around to look at him, and he simply stares back at you.
His head was pounding; the obscene thoughts rushing through his mind were about to cause his nerves to short-circuit. There was just no way of coping with how fucking sexy you look in that bunny set. The white compliments your skin tone so well, and the two-piece means that your perfect waist is on full display for him. The fluffy accents made you appear so innocent and sweet, while the g-string was so skimpy it left your ass hanging out to tempt him, making for delicious contrast.
There was a beat of silence before he responded, “That one.”
“Hm?” You tilted your head, unsure whether you heard him correctly,
“That one.” He said with a stern resolve. “That’s what you’ll wear in the video.”
You pouted, frantically glancing between him and the mirror, “Ar— Are you sure you don’t want to see the rest of the choices I bro—”
“I’m sure.”
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The cameras were rolling.
You were sat between Kuroo’s legs on the bed, and your own legs were folded over his, spread as wide as possible so your pantie-clad cunt was on show for the viewers. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you can feel his laboured breaths as he peers over your shoulder at your dripping cunt. It was so wet already, there was a visible damp-spot on the white fabric.
He snickered at this, and his large hand moved from gripping your thigh to carefully running his middle finger between your folds. You shuddered slightly at his icy touch against your sopping heat, and he chuckled with his lips pressed into your neck — not kissing just yet, just staying close to you. “Wet already, baby?” He teases.
Unsure what to even say to that, you just whimpered a little, opting to focus on the devastatingly slow movement of his finger up and down your clothed slit. He smiled at your cute noises, and rumbled, “Don’t be shy. I like it.”
He couldn’t believe he had you on him. He’d been imagining this moment for so long that it doesn’t quite feel real. But as soon as his hand made contact with your cunt, he started to ground himself. You were so soft against his palm, and your heat penetrated through the fabric of your feeble panties. The more he rubbed you, the damper the fabric became, until eventually it was all drenched and clinging to your folds like a second skin.
When his palm grinded against your aching clit, you instinctively called out, “Kuroo..” His name lingered in the air as you melted back against his muscled chest. But then it occurred to you that you’re filming content, so you suddenly tense and splutter, “Oh, sorry— I didn’t mean—”
“Shhh. Sh sh sh.” He hushed you reassuringly, lightly circling your clit with one hand while the other placed a finger over your mouth. “The video can be muted. Say whatever you like, sweetie.” He pressed a loving kiss to the slant of your jaw, “Be as loud as you want.”
God, why was he making you feel this way? Butterflies in your stomach all for a man you barely know. Granted, you’ve been watching his content for a while so perhaps you know him a little better than you’d like to admit. Still, there’s no reason for you to be so charmed by him. From the way he’s toying with your clit through your panties and pulling all the desired sounds from you; you were already putty in his hands.
This was only foreplay, so Kuroo chose not to taunt you too much. Just as you were about to start begging for more, Kuroo hooked his fingers under the strip of fabric covering your pussy and peels it off, pulling it to the side of your puffy lips so he had full access to your drooling hole. His finger pressed against your entrance, not penetrating yet but simply basking in your wetness, and as he did this you were probably able to feel his cock throb in his pants, but he was done caring by now. You turned him on, and there was no point in hiding it anymore.
Especially with that impatient hole of yours, practically gnawing at his fingers whenever he threatened to slip inside. “Needy girl.” He rasps against your cheek, “Want more? I bet you do, don’t you?”
You longingly buck your hips into his hand, seeking more stimulation, and you receive it in the unexpected form, his thumb pressing down harshly on your clit. You whimper at the tortuous sting and halt the movement of your hips, to which Kuroo muses, “You can’t just take whatever you want, baby. Not with me.” His playful tone and doting kisses on your shoulder act in stark contrast to his sharp words, “Don’t be a brat. Ask for it normally.”
His authority and rigour served as a surprise, even to Kuroo. He didn’t expect that he could be so stern with someone he basically worships, but the dominance within him just seemed to leap out automatically. And what shocked him even more was the fact you actually went along with it.
“Fing—” You stammered. Without thinking, your fingers interlock with his hand that’s stroking thigh. This caused him to freeze momentarily, but you don’t even notice due to the immense pressure on your clit, “Finger me. Please.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he releases the tension on your clit and plunged two fingers straight into your soaked hole, his middle and ring finger. The hurried entrance results in your walls straining to accommodate him, but soon the pain subsided and you grow fond of the sensation of his two slender digits worming around within your snug walls. “Nggh.. thank you.” You said in a high-pitchen voice, and Kuroo laughed, kissing the back of your neck. “Thank you, baby. You’re so fucking cute.”
It wasn’t long before his hand was piercing your cunt over and over, his digits inserting into you until you're crying wildly into the expanse of his bedroom. On top of your moans, your wet cunt was also so loud that you’re barely able to hear him grumble into your neck, “Love this creamy hole.” That was a censored version of what he actually wanted to say. He wanted to spew a load of shit about how he’s been dreaming of this pretty cunt for months, and how you’re even tighter than he ever could’ve imagined and you’re just so fucking perfect and he never wants this to end and he never wants you to leave him.
But he couldn’t say all that. Not only because it would paint him as a loser fanboy, but also because he wouldn’t have been able to articulate any of that since he was far too concentrated on drilling into your hole at all the right angles to make you squirt.
Meanwhile, your fingers were still firmly interlocked with his, and your other hand was balled into a fist on his bedsheets. “Mm.. please.” Your pussy hugged his fingers as the friction against your walls caused a foreboding heat to stir in your abdomen. Truthfully, he wasn’t even going that fast; his pace was moderate and each thrust was gentle. Yet it still drove you fucking crazy. Your head laid against his shoulders and your lips were parted slightly to allow the delirious moans and babbling to pour out.
Then, without warning, he pulled out of your pussy and to your dismay, he didn’t re-enter. He circled your cunt with his fingers — not even aiming for your clit, just rubbing your entire soft pussy. “Fuck..” You cursed under your breath, internally wallowing at the emptiness. “That felt so good. Why’d you..” Your breathless voice trailed off.
He planted a kiss on your temple and affectionately stroked your leg, “You thought I’d let you finish that easy? Aw, you poor thing.” His hot breath tickled your skin as he chuckled, “Don’t worry about it. I won’t leave you high and dry. C’mon, get on your hands n’ knees for me.”
You pouted, looking down between your legs at the mess he’d made of you. His hands glistened with your slick as he massaged your cunt. Occasionally grazing your clit on purpose, but you seal your lips to prevent him getting the satisfaction of successfully toying with you.
Upon not receiving a response, along with you not following his order, Kuroo followed up with, “Y’know I’m only teasing you cos you’re fun to mess with. You’re a cutie.” He smiled, then sternly patted your thigh, “So, c’mon, get up. Don’t make me ask twice.”
You sighed dramatically and did as he said. Your legs were still a bit limp from earlier, but you were somewhat able to prop yourself up on your hands and knees. Simultaneously, he got up from where he was sat too and positioned himself behind you on his knees, snaking his arms under your abdomen and lifting your rear up until your ass was aligned with his crotch and your back was bent into a lethal arch.
When he was behind you, looking down, he noticed that the pompom tail you wore wasn’t attached to the hips of your panties like he initially assumed. Instead, it was suspended between your ass cheeks, as though it was connected to the string part of your panties. Or maybe it was…
Fuck. No way you’re doing this to him. His heart skipped a beat at the realisation, and he had to bite down harshly on his lip to contain himself. You’re just a fucking slut, he yelled in his mind. Still, on the outside, he tried to play it cool as usual. His big hand waved over your tail and fidgeted with the white tufts of fur, “Sweet little bunny.” He cooed, then abruptly yanked on your tail. Not with enough force to remove it from your snug asshole, but still enough to make you gasp dramatically. Kuroo snickered at your cute reaction, and leaned down to whisper near your ear, “I’m going to have so much fun with you, baby.”
“Pl— please..” You whimpered out in response. He smiled and patted your ass, but the impact was so harsh it almost felt like a spank.
He dragged his thumb sloppily across your wet folds, giving your clit a quick pinch, before retracting his hand and saying, “Really think you’re ready for it?” He unzipped his trousers and released his raging erection from the confined of his brief. Thankfully, your cheek was pressed against his duvet so you didn’t see the damp patch from where he was leaking precum. He manoeuvres his tip so he can drag it across your pussy, in between your soft lips and relishing in the way your sticky folds cling to him.
“I’m ready, Kuroo.” You’re more than ready. You’ve seen his dick hundreds of times in his videos. The incredible size and obscene girth, it’s just perfect. From your doggy-style position, you weren’t able to see it at the moment but you were able to curate a pretty accurate image of his perspective in your mind. His throbbing head teasing your entrance and leaking hot pre into your heat; the two fluids combining to create a filthy mess. “Please fill me up…”
“So desperate, huh? I like it.” He hummed, wasting no time in sinking his length straight into your cunt. It feels just like you imagined: his fat cock stretching your hole, leaving a searing discomfort in your abdomen as he clogged up your insides. It was brutal, it required you to bite into the sheets to cope with the delicious agony of being so fucking full.
“Aw, too much for you?” He said in the most mocking, faux-sympathetic tone you’ve ever heard. All you’re able to reply with is a staggered, breathy groan, and Kuroo just laughed, “Well, you’re doing great, sweetie.” He smacked your ass slightly, which made you squirm, though you assumed he meant it in a reassuring way, “Somehow you feel even better than you look. Which isn’t easy, cos you look so sexy.”
His hips rocked into you, dick dragging against your walls in the process. The friction was so addicting, you can’t help but arch back into his length, but he kept you in stationary with a strong hand planted on your hip. “Let me take care of it. Take care of you.” He corrected himself in the most charming tone. One hand idly squeezed your ass while the other rubbed your lower stomach, feeling the bulge disappear and reappear as he slowly slid in and out. “You just stay there and look pretty, okay? That shouldn’t be too hard for you.” It’s like you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Mkay..” You murmured, eyes fluttering shut and you grew fond of the steady rhythm of his cock. It was moderate at first but it wasn’t long before it devolved into something fiercer. Soon, his hips were slamming into yours at a delirious rate, and your pussy was being stretched out repeatedly, forced to accommodate his ridiculous girth over and over. It was intoxicating, and you were melting further into the sheets with each sharp thrust.
“Kuroo!” You squealed, pussy twitching around his cock as you spoke. “Nggh! Pl—please, you’re too big..” The words shot from your mouth in tandem with each bump of his tip against your cervix. You’re not even sure what you were asking for more or mercy; just that you need to let him know how good he was making you feel. “Shit, it hurts so much but please don’t stop.” You said as though it was one word.
“I won’t, baby.” He huffed, but he couldn’t tell if you heard him. He was embarrassingly breathless; not because of the energy it took to keep plowing into you, but rather, because this is everything he’s ever dreamed of and he’s nervous. Like woah, it’s really your pussy that’s gripping the fuck out of his cock right now. The girl he’s been fantasising about for months is now laid out doggy-style on his bed, how’s that happened? And what is he supposed to do?
Well, he had no choice. The only thing he could do now was give you the best orgasm of your life.
Your ass bounced lewdly with each furious thrust into your hole, and Kuroo was fixated on it, watching the movement intently. Mindlessly, his hand that was previously caressing your ass moved to that little fuzzy tail that was still taunting him. He gave it a tug and revels in your flustered reaction; especially appreciating how your pussy would clench around him. He tugged on it again, this time using his spare hand to speak your cheeks so he can see where the metal pokes out of your restrictive hole. “You like it when I do that?”
No response. Besides guttural moans and whiny curses. Seems like he’s already fucked you dumb, which is a good sign, considering he’s teetering on an orgasm as it is. Truthfully, it’s a miracle he’s lasted this long in your presence. He’s been sporting an erection since you entered his home. Plus, he’s got a prime view of your ass jiggling against his cock, and your tight cunt swallowing him whole; two extremely arousing sights.
Similarly, you may have thought your high from before had subsided, but parts of it were still lingering in your abdomen and were reignited as soon as he started to pick up the pace. Now, your foamy pussy was basically screaming his name, as your stomach churned with delight. “ ‘m right there, shit. Mmmph, please take me.” Your eyes rolled back in your head, and a pool of saliva was welling at the side of your mouth that was pressed against his bedsheets. Not your finest moment, but he couldn’t see your face and neither could the views, so you didn’t care. “Kuroo! I need you so bad— Fuck, help me, please.”
His hips were crashing against yours and causing your cute ass to bounce each time, but he wouldn’t let himself be distracted by it this time. He was fully committed to rearranging your guts and focusing on your pleasure, as emphasised by his fingers that made their way to your clit to start tracing sloppy, unstable circles. Along with one of his hands that reached down to grab your calves that would keep kicking into the air.
His efforts weren’t in vain, as the sizzling heat in your stomach eventually erupted to consume your whole form. An all-encompassing bliss that possessed your body for a few seconds. Your pussy spasmed uncontrollably and it’s like you lost yourself to your climax for a short while. Your toes curled in ecstasy, and your mouth was hanging wide open but all that came out was a few choppy moans, “Aa— Aah— Nghh—” Each one higher in pitch than the former.
It was music to Kuroo’s ears. And what you didn’t realise, was that he continued using your pussy throughout the duration of your high. Dick ramming into you repeatedly, which you assumed he was doing for the benefit of your pleasure, fucking you all the way through your orgasm so you get experience it to the fullest extent. However, he was only thrusting into you for his own sake, since he still hadn’t climaxed, for some reason.
It was irritating because he was right there. Dancing on the edge. The delay started to worry him too because what if he never finished and not only will the video be ruined, but you’ll probably leave thinking that you're not adequate, or something crazy like that. Which couldn’t be further from the truth; you’re perfect. Subconsciously, this overthinking suppressed his orgasm even more.
And you could feel his frustration growing with each thrust. While you were relishing in a post-orgasmic haze, his hips kept rutting and rutting against your poor spent pussy. Like he was angry at it or something. “Shit. What is this.” He tossed his head back and cursed at the ceiling, while holding your calf with nails digging into your skin, “Baby..”
But then it came; the hot wave of euphoria he’d been waiting for. It overcame him in the best way possible, and his eyebrows furrowed together and he submitted to his climax. His cock throbbed as he spurted his seed into your homey walls, filling you with the most lewdly saturated sensation. “That’s it, slut.” He smacked you on the ass, causing you to jolt, “Take it all like a good girl. Hm.”
Eventually, once the high had died down, he pulled out of your slippery cunt. He gave his cock a couple lazy pumps, swearing any extra ejaculation across your folds and soiled panties. He smiled at the filthy view and mumbled, “For fucks sake.”
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The video had to undergo some editing. Namely, cropping his head out of frame and removing every instance in which you uttered his name. But that video performed the best out of any other content that either of you have ever released. You could say it went ‘viral’ in the NSFW twitter-sphere. You both raked in so many new followers and so much cash from that video, it was surreal.
Needless to say, there will certainly be more collaborations between the two of you in the future. Purely for monetary purposes, of course, nothing deeper than that. Nope. Definitely no underlying feelings of obsession for each other; just two semi-professionals, making porn together.
