Todays entirely too horny for the morning thought: femtsukki pegging kenma. Just her fucking him with her strap until he’s crying and calling her daddy while she laughs🤷🏻♀️ 🤷🏻♀️
Lemme expand a bit so it leaves me alone, #kentsukki very nsfw TW degradation / humiliation vibes(w/love)
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Kenma couldn’t hold back the whine as she scraped her nails gently down his back, the tip of their favorite dildo pressing inside. The same nails that she had just had
Inside of him, carefully working him open with her fingers so he could take her cock. His mouth was open in a constant gasp as she gripped one of his hips, using the other one to guide herself inside, slowly splitting him open.
It had been a while since she had fucked him, too
Long maybe, but after a shitty day it was exactly what Kenma needed.
‘Need a second?’ She murmured as she bottomed out, hips warm against him. He nodded, panting as he tried to get used to the intrusion. When he signaled for her to move, she started slow and steady, letting
Him savor the stretch, the feeling of her cock dragging across his walls. It’s not until he starts truly getting into it, whimpering each time she brushes against his prostrate, that she strikes.
‘God, you really are a slut for my cock aren’t you?’ She drawls, moving her hips
Languidly. Kenma can only gasp, nodding his head. He can feel his own cock leaking, dripping onto the couch. He felt her move her hand from his hip to grip his thigh before pulling, spreading his legs even more, shifting the angle so she could fuck him deeper. The new angle
Shocked a moan out of him, a high, keening sound that had Kei laughing from behind him.
‘Desperate. If you’re going to moan like a whore, you can at least arch your back like one.’ She pressed down, deepening the curve of his back. ‘Is this what you wanted all day? Wanted to
Come home and have me fuck your pretty little hole?’
‘Yes, please,’ he managed to gasp out as she kept her pace steady. His own cock was rock solid, but neither of them made any moves to touch it.
‘Pathetic. Does everyone who works for you know how much you love my cock? Do
They know how much you beg your girlfriend to fuck you?’ Her grip tightens on his hips, the only sign of how their game is affecting her as well. Kenma sobs out another yes, moaning as she laughs again. He desperately tries to arch his back enough she’ll pick up the pace and fuck
Him fast, until all thoughts besides her leave his brain. She picks up on what he’s doing and slows down, shushing him as he whimpers and tries to fuck himself backwards.
‘Wanna come on my cock? Beg for it.’ She’s stilled completely, eyes glinting as Kenma looks back over his
Shoulder, teary eyes meeting hers.
‘Please, Kei.’ He starts, but she tsks at him.
‘That’s not my name, baby. Beg me properly.’ Her frown sends Kenma scrambling, not wanting her to stop.
‘Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me. Please I wanna come from your cock,’ he babbles and is
Rewarded with the sound of her laugh, sharp and sweet, as she picks up the pace. Her hands find their place on his hips once more as she uses them to help herself set a brutal pace, driving the dildo in as deep as she can.
‘Yeah, that’s my desperate baby boy. Just wants to be
Fucked by daddy, hmm?’ She giggles, smirking as Kenma is reduced to a brainless chant of please and daddy. ‘C’mon, be a pretty little slut for me and come from just my cock. Maybe I’ll sit on your face then, let you eat me out as a treat yeah?’
The words paired with the
Constant press of the strap to his prostrate sends Kenma over the edge, vision whiting out as he spills untouched, shooting rope after rope onto the couch cushion. Kei helps him through it, cooing and singing his praises. She’s pulled out and is about to stop completely to check
On him when he rolls over, uncaring of the cum he’s laying in.
‘Sit on my face, please, daddy.’ He begs, warmth filling his chest as she smirks down at him.
‘Pathetic,’ she tsks again, smiling as she crawls to straddle Kenma’s face.
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The phone rings five times before it’s answered at the last second.
‘Hello?’ His voice only sounds a little familiar. Usually, the context he’s hearing it in involves more growling, more raspiness. His day to day voice only hints at the
Kuroo is nervous. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous, not really. On the surface, it’s because he’s meeting his girlfriend’s youngest son today. Deep down, his brain doesn’t accept that as an answer.
He’s already met her oldest son, and they got along
Perfectly fine. He’s a people person, he knows how to deal with all types of personalities, without batting an eye. Almost thirty years of working with the JVA and their eccentric players have honed his people skills.
So why was he nervous?
He gets to Ayako’s house and is immediately put to work. Dinner is almost ready except for the finishing touches, so he’s setting the table while Akiteru, her oldest, is starting to bring out some of the dishes. Kuroo looks at them, eyebrows raised.
When Tsukishima had seen his former teacher on the app he had downloaded, he had originally swiped as a joke. There was no way the Kuroo Tetsurou, heartthrob of Karasuno, would swipe back. It was vindicating to confirm he was gay though.
He had less than a month to lose his virginity before he turned nineteen and he was determined to make it happen. He had only had the app for a few hours when DMs started rolling in, but his eyes caught on this one. Everyone else could wait.
‘Nope, I’m serious,’ he replies.
His bio was short and to the point. ‘Almost 19. Virgin. Not looking for a relationship, just someone to fuck me.’
‘Tsukishima. Do you know what kind of people you’re going to attract with that bio?’
Correction: he hates his neighbor’s boyfriend who moved in three months ago, six months after Kuroo missed his one and only shot to ask out his original neighbor.
The neighbor, Kuroo’s long lost soulmate, the one who got away, was Tsukishima Kei, and Kuroo has had a crush on him since the day he moved in. He had offered to help carry boxes, joking that Tsukishima’s arms looked like they needed a break, and Tsukishima had glared at him in
such a bone chilling way, Kuroo was clearly hooked.
He had warmed up to him slightly when Kuroo had caught Tsukishima’s cat, Strawberry, after a daring and unfortunate escape from Tsukishima’s balcony to Kuroo’s.
They had coffee dates, they went grocery shopping together,
#BoKuroTsuki royalty omegaverse au where kingdoms are ruled by alphas and alphas alone. Two alphas marry and they’ll both have harems, omegas who live to serve them and birth their heirs.
When Tsukishima presents as an omega, and his dad essentially donates him to the crown, he
Takes small solace in the fact that he avoided a worse fate. The kids in the estate had all told horror stories of whore houses that omegas were sold to, kidnapped and trapped in. He had seen their faces when he presented, a mix of pity and fear and mocking disgust.
Sure, his
Future was squashed to be nothing but a broodmare for the royal bloodline, but it could be worse. He had hear good things of their kings. Bokuto Koutarou and his husband, Kuroo Tetsurou. Even if they were cruel, no one but them could touch him. Stealing the kings’ property was a
This but make it #krtsk where Kuroo is the blue and tsukki is the gray. And kuroo tries again, a year later, but at the exact time and tsukki texts him a place and a time for their first date.
Kenma shook his head as Kuroo paced back and forth in the room. ‘Panicking isn’t going to make the time pass any faster.’
‘Shh shush I didn’t ask for your judgement. He said try again in a year, I’m not missing my chance.’
‘Sane
People would’ve taken that to mean no.’
‘Kyanmaaa you don’t understand,’ Kuroo whined flopping down on the mattress next to Kenma. ‘He’s my soulmate he just doesn’t know it yet.’ Kuroo goes on a tangent, waxing poetic about the tall blonde he had been obsessing over for the