/ nsfw #kuroken tattoo parlor!au (pain kink + more)
kuroo is a professional. he always is, always has been. he’s a good artist, even better with pleasing his clients and keeping them coming back. rarely ever does he have to accept virgin clients, so he sticks +
kuroo is a professional. he always is, always has been. he’s a good artist, even better with pleasing his clients and keeping them coming back. rarely ever does he have to accept virgin clients, so he sticks +
to tattooing vets. he likes tatting up necks, backs, thighs, has done a few dick sleeves (including on himself and on his best friend), and loves most of doing rib pieces.
for a tattoo artist, ribs suck. most of them avoid it, but kuroo doesn’t find them harder than other +
for a tattoo artist, ribs suck. most of them avoid it, but kuroo doesn’t find them harder than other +
tattoos if he takes his time. and, well, the screaming and groaning of pain from the tats definitely don’t turn him /off/ from doing them every day. he’s a sucker for pain: for himself and other people, anyhow.
initially when he gets a call from his coworker that +
initially when he gets a call from his coworker that +
“i need you to cover my two apps today, a back touch-up and a ribs piece” he’s annoyed. going in on his day off to do someone else’s work? no thank you.
buf the first tattoo runs smoothly, and when the next client walks in kuroo is floored to see a sweet, small boy no +
buf the first tattoo runs smoothly, and when the next client walks in kuroo is floored to see a sweet, small boy no +
taller than (5’3) walk into the shop and ask quietly for his tattoo artist.
kuroo smirks, “not in today, has a family emergency. i’ll be tatting you. are you over eighteen?”
his client pauses and makes a face. “are you fucking serious?”
kuroo is hit with a bullet +
kuroo smirks, “not in today, has a family emergency. i’ll be tatting you. are you over eighteen?”
his client pauses and makes a face. “are you fucking serious?”
kuroo is hit with a bullet +
once more when a deep, dark voice erupts from the boy’s chest.
he purses his lips. “kozume, right? come on into my room.”
kozume walks first, kuroo follows and notes how he towers over him by at least a foot: how kozume would be helpless if he were to—no, he’s at work. +
he purses his lips. “kozume, right? come on into my room.”
kozume walks first, kuroo follows and notes how he towers over him by at least a foot: how kozume would be helpless if he were to—no, he’s at work. +
“have you changed our design at all?” kozume asks, settling himself down in the chair. he pushes his long brunet hair behind his ears and glares at kuroo, his amber eyes radiating heat. kuroo thinks it’s kind of hot, though, and relaxes knowing at least he’ll enjoy this tat. +
“i have your old design, i also made up a new one to match my style. i’ll do either, you can choose.”
kenma shrugs and when kuroo hands him both designs, he looks carefully at each one. then, deadpans, “yours is ugly. i want the original design. don’t fuck it up.”
kuroo +
kenma shrugs and when kuroo hands him both designs, he looks carefully at each one. then, deadpans, “yours is ugly. i want the original design. don’t fuck it up.”
kuroo +
feels his stomach tingle. a bossy one, ah? he’ll whip him into shape.
“alright, settle in then. take off your shirt, we’ll place the stencil.”
kenma obliges and kuroo sits, watching intently as kenma strips of his hoodie to reveal a clean canvas of a chest, +
“alright, settle in then. take off your shirt, we’ll place the stencil.”
kenma obliges and kuroo sits, watching intently as kenma strips of his hoodie to reveal a clean canvas of a chest, +
pearly white and soft as can be. his pretty pink nipples are pierced twice in each: as is a shiny diamond bar in his belly button. he’s skinny, skinny, skinny in his arms that show off his shoulder blades when he puts his hoodie to the side, revealing his spine. +
but his stomach is softer, the outline of some chub protruding.
kuroo catches his breath in his throat and grabs the stencil, cooly attempting to stop himself from watching. but, truthfully, kenma’s prettier than anything he’s ever seen. and the clean slate of his +
kuroo catches his breath in his throat and grabs the stencil, cooly attempting to stop himself from watching. but, truthfully, kenma’s prettier than anything he’s ever seen. and the clean slate of his +
chest is just begging to be defiled.
“oh, this your first tat or something?” kuroo jokes, referencing the clean skin. but kenma doenst seem to think it’s a joke when he lies back in the chair and his hair splays all over the headrest.
“yes, it is.”
kuroo just +
“oh, this your first tat or something?” kuroo jokes, referencing the clean skin. but kenma doenst seem to think it’s a joke when he lies back in the chair and his hair splays all over the headrest.
“yes, it is.”
kuroo just +
about drops the stencil.
“i don’t tattoo virgins.”
“i’m not a virgin.”
“tattoo virgins,” kuroo says, though his cheeks flame red. “tattoo virgins.”
kenma rolls his eyes, seemingly unaffected. “sucks, because you’re tatting me today.”
he’s right: kuroo agreed +
“i don’t tattoo virgins.”
“i’m not a virgin.”
“tattoo virgins,” kuroo says, though his cheeks flame red. “tattoo virgins.”
kenma rolls his eyes, seemingly unaffected. “sucks, because you’re tatting me today.”
he’s right: kuroo agreed +
to take his coworker’s appointments. but he curses him for not saying, “hey, fyi, there’s the smallest guy ever coming in to get a rib piece! and he’s a fucking virgin! he’s also hot and a diva, just your type! don’t get a boner when he cries during the tattoo!” +
yes, kuroo definitely wishes he had gotten some sort of warning.
he sighs. “i guess you’re right. now let me place this.”
he takes his time placing the stencil over kenma’s ribs, knowing damn well how much it’s going to hurt when he puts needle to skin. but part of +
he sighs. “i guess you’re right. now let me place this.”
he takes his time placing the stencil over kenma’s ribs, knowing damn well how much it’s going to hurt when he puts needle to skin. but part of +
him hopes for it. hell, all of him hopes for it. cant wait to see the blood drip from kenma’s side, can’t wait to hear the moans and whines in pain. he’s such a sadist, after all, and he’d love to see a brat like kenma put in his place.
“okay. you ready? it’s going to hurt.” +
“okay. you ready? it’s going to hurt.” +
kenma narrows his eyes and rests his arms on his light grey sweatpants (form-fitting, to his thick thighs and tiny legs. sexy. kuroo wishes he had watched kenma’s ass before he sat down.)
“i wouldn’t get a tat if i wasn’t ready.”
kuroo scoffs. “alright, then the +
“i wouldn’t get a tat if i wasn’t ready.”
kuroo scoffs. “alright, then the +
machine’s on, kozume.”
kenma rolls his eyes as kuroo picks up ink. “you can call me by my first name, kenm—ah, fuck!”
kuroo grins so wide his teeth all show as his needle pricks the skin and a few drops of blood fall. kenma winces through it.
“just breathe, kenma,” kuroo +
kenma rolls his eyes as kuroo picks up ink. “you can call me by my first name, kenm—ah, fuck!”
kuroo grins so wide his teeth all show as his needle pricks the skin and a few drops of blood fall. kenma winces through it.
“just breathe, kenma,” kuroo +
sings, deciding to line the tat before color. oh, and he’s so glad kenma chose color. means more screaming for him to hear later on in the tat.
kenma takes a deep breath as kuroo glides a one-pass over the delicate skin, ribs bumping beneath his hand.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” +
kenma takes a deep breath as kuroo glides a one-pass over the delicate skin, ribs bumping beneath his hand.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” +
kenma whispers, biting his teeth tight together as kuroo pokes the needle inside of him and out, threading the ink.
“embrace the pain, kozume,” kuroo murmurs, using his free hand to hold kenma’s stomach down as he starts to lurch up a little bit. kenma lets out a shaking +
“embrace the pain, kozume,” kuroo murmurs, using his free hand to hold kenma’s stomach down as he starts to lurch up a little bit. kenma lets out a shaking +
sigh as kuroo’s palm covers almost his entire stomach, fingertips spreading over his waist and pushing into the fat.
“don’t call me kozume; call me kenma.”
kuroo scoffs as he picks his needle up and fills it back up with ink, then pressing it to the skin once more. +
“don’t call me kozume; call me kenma.”
kuroo scoffs as he picks his needle up and fills it back up with ink, then pressing it to the skin once more. +
“kenma, stop moving.”
“it hurts,” kenma whimpers, biting his lip when kuroo sinks the needle into his skin once more. “fuck!”
kuroo grimaces, knowing kenma will only amp up from here. he feels sick to say his cock jumps at the thought, but he knows how sick he is and +
“it hurts,” kenma whimpers, biting his lip when kuroo sinks the needle into his skin once more. “fuck!”
kuroo grimaces, knowing kenma will only amp up from here. he feels sick to say his cock jumps at the thought, but he knows how sick he is and +
keeps on anyways. “i know it hurts, you just need to be strong. can you do that for me, kenma?”
kenma whimpers again, losing all of his posture from before. and damn is he terrible at keeping still, kuroo pushes his hand harder into kenma’s stomach until he hears a gasp +
kenma whimpers again, losing all of his posture from before. and damn is he terrible at keeping still, kuroo pushes his hand harder into kenma’s stomach until he hears a gasp +
and kenma’s body goes rigid.
“stop. moving.”
kenma puts the knuckle of his thumb up to his lips and bites hard on it as kuroo finishes up a pass, never looking up to make eye contact with his client.
“kuro, it hurts.”
kuroo snickers. “it’s kuroo.”
“kuroo. sorry.” +
“stop. moving.”
kenma puts the knuckle of his thumb up to his lips and bites hard on it as kuroo finishes up a pass, never looking up to make eye contact with his client.
“kuro, it hurts.”
kuroo snickers. “it’s kuroo.”
“kuroo. sorry.” +
kenma takes a deep breath in and closes his eyes. kuroo pulls away when he finishes his pass and sits back to look at his line work, then at kenma who looks so blissfully despaired. kuroo loves that shit and as he leans back down with the needle, he murmurs, +
“pain is pleasure, pleasure beauty.”
kenma scoffs but can barely get it out when his diaphragm pushes up against kuroo’s calloused hand. “this isn’t pleasurable at all. this fucking sucks. are you sick?”
kuroo smirks from the corner of his mouth as he focuses on the +
kenma scoffs but can barely get it out when his diaphragm pushes up against kuroo’s calloused hand. “this isn’t pleasurable at all. this fucking sucks. are you sick?”
kuroo smirks from the corner of his mouth as he focuses on the +
tattoo. “maybe i am.”
kenma brushes his hand through his hair. “freak.”
“i’m not the virgin getting my first tat on my ribcage. you asked for this; does that make me or you the sick one?”
kenma goes quiet and closes his eyes once more, though kuroo doesn’t see. +
kenma brushes his hand through his hair. “freak.”
“i’m not the virgin getting my first tat on my ribcage. you asked for this; does that make me or you the sick one?”
kenma goes quiet and closes his eyes once more, though kuroo doesn’t see. +
he smiles and says, “well, it’ll make me a whole lot sexier with snake up my side.”
kuroo says nothing, as it’s not his place. but he agrees that he’d love to see kenma covered in tats, that he’d be so much sexier inked all the way up to his neck with kuroo’s own tats. +
kuroo says nothing, as it’s not his place. but he agrees that he’d love to see kenma covered in tats, that he’d be so much sexier inked all the way up to his neck with kuroo’s own tats. +
kuroo smirks. “come back to me in a few years and i’ll tat your neck for you,” he breathes, voice forward and raspy. kenma’s heart beats fast and kuroo can feel it through his hand. he keeps it to himself, though.
“a neck tattoo?” kenma asks, though it sticks in +
“a neck tattoo?” kenma asks, though it sticks in +
the back of his throat.
“oh yeah,” kuroo says, picking up more ink. he’s a little harsh when he presses the needle back into kenma’s side and bites his lip when kenma groans. “nothing sexier than a guy with a neck tattoo choking the shit out of you.”
kenma +
“oh yeah,” kuroo says, picking up more ink. he’s a little harsh when he presses the needle back into kenma’s side and bites his lip when kenma groans. “nothing sexier than a guy with a neck tattoo choking the shit out of you.”
kenma +
chokes on air when kuroo spits the last part out, coughing when kuroo pulls back and laughs at the dilemma. when kenma settles back down, kuroo wipes over the tattoo and gets back to work.
“i’m not… i wouldn’t be the one to do the choking,” kenma whispers, as if +
“i’m not… i wouldn’t be the one to do the choking,” kenma whispers, as if +
the entire world will know if he tells his tattoo artist about his sexual preferences.
kuroo whispers back, “that’s alright, your secret is safe with me,” with a devious, face-ravaging grin.
“you’re not convincing me,” kenma says, a grin poking at his lips until kuroo +
kuroo whispers back, “that’s alright, your secret is safe with me,” with a devious, face-ravaging grin.
“you’re not convincing me,” kenma says, a grin poking at his lips until kuroo +
tattoos a line.
“hmm… that’s alright. but i’ll just say, a lot of boys like you end up with my hands bruising their sweet little throats.”
kenma takes a deep breath and asks, “are you flirting with me?”
“not specifically,” kuroo tells, still focused on his tattoo. +
“hmm… that’s alright. but i’ll just say, a lot of boys like you end up with my hands bruising their sweet little throats.”
kenma takes a deep breath and asks, “are you flirting with me?”
“not specifically,” kuroo tells, still focused on his tattoo. +
“just stating facts.”
kenma bites his lip. “are you going to choke me?”
kuroo keeps tattooing, though his mind shuffles with trying to interpret whether kenma says that in a scared way or a daring way.
“no, kenma. i’m just going to tattoo you,” kuroo eventually says, +
kenma bites his lip. “are you going to choke me?”
kuroo keeps tattooing, though his mind shuffles with trying to interpret whether kenma says that in a scared way or a daring way.
“no, kenma. i’m just going to tattoo you,” kuroo eventually says, +
because he knows he can take it back if kenma pushes forward too.
kenma stays quiet for a long while as kuroo continues tattooing his ribcage. he’s impressed with how little noise kenma makes, even lulling sleepily after about an hour of their session has passed. +
kenma stays quiet for a long while as kuroo continues tattooing his ribcage. he’s impressed with how little noise kenma makes, even lulling sleepily after about an hour of their session has passed. +
(will continue later!)
their first session of three ends well, with kuroo sealing kenma’s tat and telling him, “your other artist will be doing the color and shading next week, alright?”
kenma purses his lips as he sleepily sits up in the chair. “i’d rather have you finish my tattoo.”
kuroo cocks +
kenma purses his lips as he sleepily sits up in the chair. “i’d rather have you finish my tattoo.”
kuroo cocks +
and eyebrow and smirks. “really, now?”
kenma nods as he slips his hoodie back on. “you have gentle hands.”
kuroo snickers, wanting to make a sexual comment. but after kenma’s reaction to the last one, he decides against it and says instead, “alright, well. i’ll see +
kenma nods as he slips his hoodie back on. “you have gentle hands.”
kuroo snickers, wanting to make a sexual comment. but after kenma’s reaction to the last one, he decides against it and says instead, “alright, well. i’ll see +
you next week then. same date and time works?”
kenma nods again, standing up before bowing his head lightly at kuroo. “yes. thank you.”
kuroo breaks into a blush, watching kenma’s hair fall around his face for a second before he raises himself back up and +
kenma nods again, standing up before bowing his head lightly at kuroo. “yes. thank you.”
kuroo breaks into a blush, watching kenma’s hair fall around his face for a second before he raises himself back up and +
leaves the store with the same amount of confidence he came in with.
kuroo has to sit down to catch his breath after the encounter. “what the hell,” he murmurs to himself, lying back on the client’s table. he scoffs when he smells kenma’s cologne on the leather and he +
kuroo has to sit down to catch his breath after the encounter. “what the hell,” he murmurs to himself, lying back on the client’s table. he scoffs when he smells kenma’s cologne on the leather and he +
shakes his head when it goes straight to his dick, pleasure prickling in his navel. “seriously, what the hell.”
he groans and gets back up. “i can’t survive this.”
—
he groans and gets back up. “i can’t survive this.”
—
the week passes and then it’s time for kenma’s second appointment. kuroo sets up his colors in his own room, cleaning off his needles and disinfecting his table in normal pre-procedures. he’s pleasantly surprised, however, when kenma walks into his room twenty minutes early +
wearing sweatpants and a black tank top that hangs off of him and shows way too much of his neck and chest.
kuroo unabashedly checks kenma out, affected badly by the tattoo virgin’s pearly white arms crossing over his stomach, his hard nipples showing through the +
kuroo unabashedly checks kenma out, affected badly by the tattoo virgin’s pearly white arms crossing over his stomach, his hard nipples showing through the +
fabric of his tank, and legs drowning in a pair of big, black sweatpants.
kuroo wonders how pretty his pearly legs might be. he thinks about kissing kenma’s ankles and feet, about how dainty they must be if they’re anything like the rest of him.
kuroo shuffles +
kuroo wonders how pretty his pearly legs might be. he thinks about kissing kenma’s ankles and feet, about how dainty they must be if they’re anything like the rest of him.
kuroo shuffles +
excitedly, heat rising in his stomach as he invites kenma in to sit on the table and take his shirt off.
“how’s the tattoo been?”
kenma shrugs. “hurts like a bitch.”
kuroo nods, smirking. “today’s going to be absolute hell, pretty boy.”
kenma takes his shirt +
“how’s the tattoo been?”
kenma shrugs. “hurts like a bitch.”
kuroo nods, smirking. “today’s going to be absolute hell, pretty boy.”
kenma takes his shirt +
off and brushes his long brunet hair behind his dainty little ears. kuroo thinks about biting them as kenma asks, “pretty boy?”
kuroo nods. “yep.”
kenma scoffs as he lies down on the table and kuroo takes his place beside him on a rolling seat. he changes the subject +
kuroo nods. “yep.”
kenma scoffs as he lies down on the table and kuroo takes his place beside him on a rolling seat. he changes the subject +
by indulging in usual business affairs and checking in, making sure kenma is apt and ready to be tattooed now.
but all of it falls away when kenma asks, “yeah, can you hold your hand on my stomach again like last time? it helped me chill out a lot.”
kuroo +
but all of it falls away when kenma asks, “yeah, can you hold your hand on my stomach again like last time? it helped me chill out a lot.”
kuroo +
almost fully malfunctions as he agrees with a little too much enthusiasm, placing his non-dominant hand on kenma’s stomach as he goes in with the ink machine.
the moment it touches kenma’s skin, the needle rips a loud, harsh groan from kenma’s chest. almost a scream, +
the moment it touches kenma’s skin, the needle rips a loud, harsh groan from kenma’s chest. almost a scream, +
definitely a yell. he wrenches his head back in pain and bites his teeth together, neck showcasing his pretty adam’s apple bobbing as he groans through the pain.
kuroo almost cums himself on the spot, feeling ten times hornier than before. so much so that he can’t calm +
kuroo almost cums himself on the spot, feeling ten times hornier than before. so much so that he can’t calm +
himself down, and he feels a tight tent form in his skinny jeans as his cock hardens. he curses himself for choosing to wear jeans today because he knew he would get hard.
but unfortunately, a part of him kind of wanted kenma to know he was really horny. a part of him +
but unfortunately, a part of him kind of wanted kenma to know he was really horny. a part of him +
wanted kenma to see his cock straining against his jeans, wanted to see kenma’s pretty doe eyes get even bigger.
kuroo listens to kenma’s screaming as background noise to his tattooing, though his mind wanders through uncharted territory thinking about how much +
kuroo listens to kenma’s screaming as background noise to his tattooing, though his mind wanders through uncharted territory thinking about how much +
he would love to see kenma groaning in pain like this when kuroo is slamming his dick into his tight virgin ass. he ignores the fact that kenma said he wasn’t a virgin and thinks instead about how tight kenma would be, hotter and whinier than any fleshlight or tenga egg +
ever could be. kuroo rubs kenma’s soft pudgy stomach with the palm of his calloused hand, hushing him sweetly as kenma whines in pain with the tattoo.
kuroo wonders if kenma is like this during sex, completely pliable and sweet and submissive and vulnerable and whiny, +
kuroo wonders if kenma is like this during sex, completely pliable and sweet and submissive and vulnerable and whiny, +
cute and flushed with sweat as he squirms around and pants. or he wonders if kenma is a brat during sex, snapping his adorably pissed-off zingers. does he follow directions? or would he smack kuroo around and ride his cock with an air of dominance around him? +
kuroo knows he would grant kenma that false sense of dominance just fo see him so proud, with his chest out and smirking over kuroo even though kuroo knows he could take kenma down and cage him in within a second. does kenma like edging? or pulling hair? would he moan +
and laugh at kuroo when he tries to fuck into his hole against his orders?
kuroo feels himself practically salivating as he wonders, filling in kenma’s tattoo quietly as kenma groans and whines. he remains in his thoughts, half lucid, half horny, until kenma puts his hand +
kuroo feels himself practically salivating as he wonders, filling in kenma’s tattoo quietly as kenma groans and whines. he remains in his thoughts, half lucid, half horny, until kenma puts his hand +
atop of kuroo’s on his stomach and kuroo stops in his tracks.
he looks up from the tattoo and at kenma and is shocked to see tears falling down kenma’s cheeks, accompanied by his shaking chest and shoulders.
“kuro, it hurts,” kenma sniffles, closing his eyes to absorb +
he looks up from the tattoo and at kenma and is shocked to see tears falling down kenma’s cheeks, accompanied by his shaking chest and shoulders.
“kuro, it hurts,” kenma sniffles, closing his eyes to absorb +
his tears. it doesn’t work, they roll down his face and cling at his chin.
kuroo rubs kenma’s stomach in affirmation. “it’s alright, kenma. you’ll be okay.”
“i dont like the pain,” kenma murmurs, turning his head to look away. kuroo coos in his heart when kenma pouts. +
kuroo rubs kenma’s stomach in affirmation. “it’s alright, kenma. you’ll be okay.”
“i dont like the pain,” kenma murmurs, turning his head to look away. kuroo coos in his heart when kenma pouts. +
(i’ll finish this later.)
“i know, kenma. but we’ve gotten this far, let’s finish the tattoo. yeah?”
kenma takes a shaky breath. “cant we take a break?”
kuroo shakes his head. “it’ll only hurt worse if we break now. one more hour and i’ll give you a break, okay?”
kenma nods and relaxes back +
kenma takes a shaky breath. “cant we take a break?”
kuroo shakes his head. “it’ll only hurt worse if we break now. one more hour and i’ll give you a break, okay?”
kenma nods and relaxes back +
onto the table, sniffling pitifully as he does. his pretty hair spills out and kuroo imagines pulling it through his fingers as he fucks kenma from the back. he wonders if kenma would feel pleasure from kuroo smacking him right over his tender ribs, right where +
the tattoo is. would he cry harder or moan? kuroo mulls on the thought as he gets back to inking, listening to kenma’s sweet, sweet weeping as the machine buzzes.
he continues on soothing, telling kenma, “you’re doing awesome,” and “keep it up,” and “keep staying +
he continues on soothing, telling kenma, “you’re doing awesome,” and “keep it up,” and “keep staying +
still for me, just like that.” he doesn’t even notice when the praise starts to evolve, turning from kind words from a stranger to… something a little more intimate. soon enough he’s saying, “you’re doing so good, kenma,” and “good, good job, pretty boy,” and “stay in that +
position, it’s perfect,” and “oh, you’re doing so well for me, kenma.”
he continues on rambling as kenma’s tattoo starts to come together, the green of snakeskin glimmering on his flushed skin.
kuroo grins at his work, too preoccupied to look up and check the state +
he continues on rambling as kenma’s tattoo starts to come together, the green of snakeskin glimmering on his flushed skin.
kuroo grins at his work, too preoccupied to look up and check the state +
of his client since he’s so still. he remains oblivious as he says, “it’s starting to look real sexy, kenma. super hot.”
kenma takes a deep breath and kuroo looks up to see him blushing so hard it travels down his neck and adorns his little elvish ears with bright red. +
kenma takes a deep breath and kuroo looks up to see him blushing so hard it travels down his neck and adorns his little elvish ears with bright red. +
(kuroo would love to suck the blush right out of him, but he puts the thought away because holy shit he needs to attend to kenma right now)
“damn, did i strike a nerve?” kuroo so expertly and empathetically asks, cocking his head as he turns his machine off. +
“damn, did i strike a nerve?” kuroo so expertly and empathetically asks, cocking his head as he turns his machine off. +
kenma scoffs and looks away as kuroo takes his hand off kenma’s stomach and puts his machine on the table beside him.
“seriously, are you alright?”
kenma purses his lips and looks up at the ceiling. “god, you really just say anything that pops in your head, don’t you?” +
“seriously, are you alright?”
kenma purses his lips and looks up at the ceiling. “god, you really just say anything that pops in your head, don’t you?” +
kuroo feels stupid when he replies, “uh, kinda, yeah. did i do something to hurt you? if so im sorry, that wasn’t my in—”
kenma shakes his head and huffs, cutting kuroo off. “no, you should just… watch how your words affect others.”
embarrassed, kenma looks away and +
kenma shakes his head and huffs, cutting kuroo off. “no, you should just… watch how your words affect others.”
embarrassed, kenma looks away and +
ever the clueless, kuroo exhales in frustration. “i don’t get it. what did i do?”
kenma huffs once more and covers his eyes with his hands. he murmurs something but kuroo doesn’t hear.
“what? kenma, speak up.”
“i /said/, you…,” his voice dwindles to a mere +
kenma huffs once more and covers his eyes with his hands. he murmurs something but kuroo doesn’t hear.
“what? kenma, speak up.”
“i /said/, you…,” his voice dwindles to a mere +
whisper. “you got me all hot and bothered…”
kuroo bites his lip to keep from gasping or making any inappropriate comments.
“oh. my bad.”
“yeah.”
kuroo itches the back of his neck awkwardly and picks his ink machine back up, switching it back on to signal the +
kuroo bites his lip to keep from gasping or making any inappropriate comments.
“oh. my bad.”
“yeah.”
kuroo itches the back of his neck awkwardly and picks his ink machine back up, switching it back on to signal the +
end of kenma’s break.
“well… at least i distracted you from the pain?”
“oh my /god/,” kenma says, scoffing when kuroo resumes tattooing. “shit.”
kuroo hides a grin. “well… am i wrong?”
kenma doesn’t respond for a minute, but kuroo doesn’t rush him and falls +
“well… at least i distracted you from the pain?”
“oh my /god/,” kenma says, scoffing when kuroo resumes tattooing. “shit.”
kuroo hides a grin. “well… am i wrong?”
kenma doesn’t respond for a minute, but kuroo doesn’t rush him and falls +
back into his rhythm with inking and wiping.
“i guess not,” kenma eventually whispers in response, squirming under the needles. kuroo instinctively returns to holding kenma down and brushes his thumb over kenma’s hipbone.
“hmm. maybe i should keep talking then?”
“i guess not,” kenma eventually whispers in response, squirming under the needles. kuroo instinctively returns to holding kenma down and brushes his thumb over kenma’s hipbone.
“hmm. maybe i should keep talking then?”
kenma shakes his head. “i’d rather suffer than get an erection in a tattoo shop.”
kuroo knows he’s going too far, but he thinks that kenma would have left by now if his comments were too much. so, he proves himself to have no filter when he says, “oh, i’m hard almost +
kuroo knows he’s going too far, but he thinks that kenma would have left by now if his comments were too much. so, he proves himself to have no filter when he says, “oh, i’m hard almost +
every time i’m tattooing.”
kenma’s entire body freezes up. “you’re what.”
“hard. like, horny.”
“so you weren’t kidding about being sick and twisted, were you? jesus, you /are/ a freak.”
kuroo takes it as a compliment and grins until his teeth ravage his face. +
kenma’s entire body freezes up. “you’re what.”
“hard. like, horny.”
“so you weren’t kidding about being sick and twisted, were you? jesus, you /are/ a freak.”
kuroo takes it as a compliment and grins until his teeth ravage his face. +
kenma squirms a little bit and kuroo finds pleasure in slamming him back into place. kenma gasps.
“are you hard right now?”
“yep,” kuroo responds, shifting in his seat to try and accommodate to the pressing matter of his leaking cock. he bets himself he could +
“are you hard right now?”
“yep,” kuroo responds, shifting in his seat to try and accommodate to the pressing matter of his leaking cock. he bets himself he could +
cum just like this, so long as kenma calls him a freak again.
kenma almost doesn’t respond, but he sighs and shakes his head. “fine. keep talking then. distract me.”
kuroo swears he’s only a few snarks from orgasming when he smirks and says, “how do you feel about +
kenma almost doesn’t respond, but he sighs and shakes his head. “fine. keep talking then. distract me.”
kuroo swears he’s only a few snarks from orgasming when he smirks and says, “how do you feel about +
being called a brat, instead of me praising you?”
kenma scoffs, as if kuroo’s blabbing mouth saying out of pocket shit is new. “why would you call me a brat?”
“because you are. a brat. a little imp. you should come with devil horns and a pitchfork.”
kenma scoffs again. +
kenma scoffs, as if kuroo’s blabbing mouth saying out of pocket shit is new. “why would you call me a brat?”
“because you are. a brat. a little imp. you should come with devil horns and a pitchfork.”
kenma scoffs again. +
“oh, i’m not that bad.”
“yeah, okay,” kuroo says and rolls his eyes. “i’ve never had a client talk back as much as you.”
“sorry i want a good tattoo!”
“you’re a little asshole,” kuroo says. “like i said: a brat. a completely and utterly bratty little bitch.”
kenma’s eyes +
“yeah, okay,” kuroo says and rolls his eyes. “i’ve never had a client talk back as much as you.”
“sorry i want a good tattoo!”
“you’re a little asshole,” kuroo says. “like i said: a brat. a completely and utterly bratty little bitch.”
kenma’s eyes +
get big. “wow, okay. a bitch?”
kuroo nods. “need to get put in your place. need to have some big hands choking you until you get nice.”
kenma says nothing, but crosses his legs and takes a deep breath. he breathes out and whispers, “go on.”
oh, kuroo does. +
kuroo nods. “need to get put in your place. need to have some big hands choking you until you get nice.”
kenma says nothing, but crosses his legs and takes a deep breath. he breathes out and whispers, “go on.”
oh, kuroo does. +
“need to be humbled, fucked until you’re crying and know you’re nothing but a hole. you need a big cock suffocating your pretty little throat, opening your mouth so wide it hurts, until all you can think about is cock and all you want is cock inside all of your +
slutty, bratty holes. i bet you’re a slut with a dirty mouth like that, hmm? a whore who loves to be used.”
kenma opens his mouth before clamping it shut and scoffing in amazement. “wow. you’re a freak.”
kuroo clenches his teeth as his dick jumps. he can feel his +
kenma opens his mouth before clamping it shut and scoffing in amazement. “wow. you’re a freak.”
kuroo clenches his teeth as his dick jumps. he can feel his +
pre-cum starting to dry, stiffening up his boxers. he snickers briefly.
“call me a freak again, baby boy, and i’ll orgasm right here. right now. i’m so close it’s fucking ridiculous.”
kenma’s jaw drops. “no way.”
kuroo turns the machine off, too hazy with horny +
“call me a freak again, baby boy, and i’ll orgasm right here. right now. i’m so close it’s fucking ridiculous.”
kenma’s jaw drops. “no way.”
kuroo turns the machine off, too hazy with horny +
thoughts to work on the tattoo at all, that’s for sure.
“want to see?”
“you really want to fuck me that bad, huh? want me to be a little whore that bad?”
kuroo ruts his crotch forward with a devious grin to try and cause some friction. “yes, i do.”
kenma rolls +
“want to see?”
“you really want to fuck me that bad, huh? want me to be a little whore that bad?”
kuroo ruts his crotch forward with a devious grin to try and cause some friction. “yes, i do.”
kenma rolls +
his eyes. “unfortunately, im not the slut you think i am. i’ve only ever had sex once, and it wasn’t with a guy.”
“so you are a virgin. fuck, pretty boy,” kuroo says, closing his eyes as he thrusts his dick forward into his jeans.
kenma smirks. “i liked baby boy better.” +
“so you are a virgin. fuck, pretty boy,” kuroo says, closing his eyes as he thrusts his dick forward into his jeans.
kenma smirks. “i liked baby boy better.” +
(SORRY TO KEEP EDGING YOU BUT I HAVE WORK TMRW I WILL… FINISH THIS LATER 💔)
kuroo clenches his teeth and uses one hand to unzip his jeans, unbuttoning them as well and letting his cock sit on the zipper, covered by wet gray boxers. kenma looks at him with a blush covering his cheeks.
kuroo is tighter than a ball of atoms, vibrating and breathing +
kuroo is tighter than a ball of atoms, vibrating and breathing +
hard through grit teeth when he utters, “say one more thing and i swear i’ll cum right here. right now.”
kenma cocks an eyebrow. “is that so? can’t even wait til i let you grab my neck, huh? you sure you aren’t the virgin here, freak?”
kuroo grips the side of the +
kenma cocks an eyebrow. “is that so? can’t even wait til i let you grab my neck, huh? you sure you aren’t the virgin here, freak?”
kuroo grips the side of the +
table kenma sprawls on and looks down at the floor, grinding his hips softly against the air. he sighs in frustration feeling overwhelmed and ever so horny, wanting sex so bad he can’t think about anything else. he completely disregards that he’s in a professional +
environment, that he’s on the clock, and uses his hand to grab his cock through his boxers. he lets out a guttural groan when pleasure zaps through him and his moan stops with a lack of breath when he feels himself orgasm, cum spurting from his fat cock and seeping +
into his underwear.
“oh my god,” kenma whispers, shuffling his legs. “you just fucking came.”
kuroo says nothing as he attempts to steady his labored breathing, softly stroking himself to ride his orgasm out. kenma watches him all the way with full moon eyes sparkling +
“oh my god,” kenma whispers, shuffling his legs. “you just fucking came.”
kuroo says nothing as he attempts to steady his labored breathing, softly stroking himself to ride his orgasm out. kenma watches him all the way with full moon eyes sparkling +
with anticipation.
kuroo grimaces and looks up at kenma before standing up to walk over to the closed door to his room. he turns a lock on the door and kenma’s heart jumps in his chest.
“do you want to cum too, baby?”
kuroo’s voice is dark. grumbly. it rings +
kuroo grimaces and looks up at kenma before standing up to walk over to the closed door to his room. he turns a lock on the door and kenma’s heart jumps in his chest.
“do you want to cum too, baby?”
kuroo’s voice is dark. grumbly. it rings +
in his chest and smacks kenma hard. the smaller boy gasps with a quiet whine, biting his bottom lip as he wiggles his hips into his thick thighs crossed over one another.
kuroo watches him struggle with a smile before asking, “well?” he continues holding onto his cock +
kuroo watches him struggle with a smile before asking, “well?” he continues holding onto his cock +
with one hand as he walks back over to sit down once more.
kenma whispers, “you can fuck me,” in response.
kuroo is quick to grab kenma by the legs and yank him towards him roughly. “you promise you’ll tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?”
kenma nods and blushes +
kenma whispers, “you can fuck me,” in response.
kuroo is quick to grab kenma by the legs and yank him towards him roughly. “you promise you’ll tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?”
kenma nods and blushes +
as kuroo yanks his sweatpants off, revealing a set of thin, pearly legs. kuroo inhales deeply before raising one of kenma’s legs up and throwing it over his shoulder, kissing from the dimples in kenma’s little knee all the way to his hipbone where his briefs sit. +
kuroo giggles as he kisses sloppily down to kenma’s inner thigh. “little white briefs, huh? so, so innocent. i don’t believe that you’ve had sex, not with the way your dick is twitching in your cute little panties.”
kenma exhales and bucks his hips forward until his +
kenma exhales and bucks his hips forward until his +
crotch hits kuroo’s mouth. kenma means it to be playful, to tell kuroo to shut up. but kuroo opens his lips up and latches onto kenma’s boner, sucking and pushing it clothed into his mouth.
kenma gasps as kuroo sets his giant hands on kenma’s hips and crawls on top of +
kenma gasps as kuroo sets his giant hands on kenma’s hips and crawls on top of +
the table, face still buried in kenma’s underwear now soiled with precum and kuroo’s saliva.
“show me your cock, baby boy. i want to kiss you on your pretty dick.”
kenma smirks. “kiss me on the lips first, /daddy/.”
kuroo stops sucking on kenma and pulls away, wide-eyed. +
“show me your cock, baby boy. i want to kiss you on your pretty dick.”
kenma smirks. “kiss me on the lips first, /daddy/.”
kuroo stops sucking on kenma and pulls away, wide-eyed. +
“daddy?” kuroo asks, smirking in response as he pushes himself over top of kenma lying almost completely naked on the table. he leans down to place a soft kiss on kenma’s chest and collarbone, then leaves a small kiss on the apple of kenma’s puffy cheek.
“do you +
“do you +
not like it? i have a lot of other names i can call you.”
kuroo surprises kenma by roughly manhandling him into his arms until they’re pressed hard against one another and kuroo’s forehead is pressed to kenma’s. he can smell mint on kenma’s breath and kenma’s shampoo +
kuroo surprises kenma by roughly manhandling him into his arms until they’re pressed hard against one another and kuroo’s forehead is pressed to kenma’s. he can smell mint on kenma’s breath and kenma’s shampoo +
scent rings in kuroo’s head, he’s so close.
“what other names do you have for me, baby?”
kenma tips his head back and cradles his hands around kuroo’s head, grabbing fistfuls of kuroo’s hair as he forces him down to kiss kenma’s neck.
“leave a mark, asshole.”
+
“what other names do you have for me, baby?”
kenma tips his head back and cradles his hands around kuroo’s head, grabbing fistfuls of kuroo’s hair as he forces him down to kiss kenma’s neck.
“leave a mark, asshole.”
+
“oh, asshole, is that one of your names?”
“mhm,” kenma says, moaning into kuroo’s ear when he bites down into kenma’s neck. he breathes with a whine, “and jackass, manwhore, slut, creep, and fucking freak.”
kuroo smiles as he sucks on kenma’s neck and listens to him +
“mhm,” kenma says, moaning into kuroo’s ear when he bites down into kenma’s neck. he breathes with a whine, “and jackass, manwhore, slut, creep, and fucking freak.”
kuroo smiles as he sucks on kenma’s neck and listens to him +
whine and moan about it.
kuroo departs from his neck quickly and looks into kenma’s dark eyes. kenma pouts and kuroo grimaces.
“now, are you just planning on being a bitch or do you want your little hole fucked? because only nice boys get cock.”
“hmm… what do bad boys +
kuroo departs from his neck quickly and looks into kenma’s dark eyes. kenma pouts and kuroo grimaces.
“now, are you just planning on being a bitch or do you want your little hole fucked? because only nice boys get cock.”
“hmm… what do bad boys +
get, then?”
kuroo slides a hand up kenma’s sternum and places it on kenma’s throat. he doesn’t add any pressure but he slowly curls his fingers inwards as kenma gasps.
“bad boys get choked and slapped: especially on their tender, raw tattoo spots.”
kenma winces +
kuroo slides a hand up kenma’s sternum and places it on kenma’s throat. he doesn’t add any pressure but he slowly curls his fingers inwards as kenma gasps.
“bad boys get choked and slapped: especially on their tender, raw tattoo spots.”
kenma winces +
and throws his arms over his head. he smiles with lidded eyes and whispers, “i’ll be nice for you, daddy.”
+
+
(once again i’ll finish this later 🐒)
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