#kuroken kenma w/ a pussy, nsfw
"Kitten," Kuroo groaned, adjusting his jeans because yes, it really did happen that fast.
Kenma and his damn skirts. They were too short, too sexy, too tempting to allow for Kuroo to keep and semblance of sanity.
"Kitten," Kuroo groaned, adjusting his jeans because yes, it really did happen that fast.
Kenma and his damn skirts. They were too short, too sexy, too tempting to allow for Kuroo to keep and semblance of sanity.
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"Bo is expecting us in twenty minutes and we're already running late."
"Okay, and?" Kenma said, as if he didn't know what was coming.
But he gave no resistance when Kuroo sidled up behind him, dragging his palms up milky smooth legs.
"Okay, and?" Kenma said, as if he didn't know what was coming.
But he gave no resistance when Kuroo sidled up behind him, dragging his palms up milky smooth legs.
Nothing but bare skin, literally no resistance against the world, and Kenma enjoyed going out in public like that. A slight breeze and well...
Kuroos fingers trailed up until
Warm, tight, wet, perfect.
"You knew I'd have to fuck your pretty little cunt, didn't you Kenma?"
Kuroos fingers trailed up until
Warm, tight, wet, perfect.
"You knew I'd have to fuck your pretty little cunt, didn't you Kenma?"
Dark-rooted hair slid against his chest as Kenma leaned his head back, blinking up at him innocently.
"You knew, and you wore this skirt to tease me anyway."
No answer was answer enough.
Slick slid down Kuroo’s palm as he fingered his boyfriend.
"You knew, and you wore this skirt to tease me anyway."
No answer was answer enough.
Slick slid down Kuroo’s palm as he fingered his boyfriend.
Always so wet, always so ready for Kuroo to touch him.
His kitten really was a hungry little thing.
"How do you want it?" Kkuoo asked, dragging his throbbing cock from his jeans.
There was something about clothed sex.
His kitten really was a hungry little thing.
"How do you want it?" Kkuoo asked, dragging his throbbing cock from his jeans.
There was something about clothed sex.
Something about barely pushing his jeans down and fucking Kenma in his pretty skirt as it hid his pussy from view that just did it for him.
"Inside," Kenma breathed, clenching around Kuroo’s fingers with purpose.
Little fucking tease.
"Inside," Kenma breathed, clenching around Kuroo’s fingers with purpose.
Little fucking tease.
"You want my cum dripping out of you right onto your panties while we eat with our friends?" Kuroo asked, even though he knew that's exactly what he wanted.
Kenma bit his lip, nodded, and mouthed, "please". Like they had to be quiet. Like someone might catch them.
Kenma bit his lip, nodded, and mouthed, "please". Like they had to be quiet. Like someone might catch them.
Kuroo stored that little tidbit away for later, because right now, he was filling up his perfect baby, giving him what he wanted until Kenma was left standing on his tippy toes.
Impaled and gasping.
That's what he liked best.
Impaled and gasping.
That's what he liked best.
"We gotta be fast baby," Kuroo warned.
/I won't go easy on you/ was left unsaid.
It really was fast.
Kuroo, pounding into Kenma’s perfect body like he was meant for it (he was).
Kenma, rubbing his own clit and spiraling before Kuroo had the chance too.
/I won't go easy on you/ was left unsaid.
It really was fast.
Kuroo, pounding into Kenma’s perfect body like he was meant for it (he was).
Kenma, rubbing his own clit and spiraling before Kuroo had the chance too.
By the time they made it to lunch, they were twenty minutes late, and afterward, well, Kuroo made sure Kenma was all cleaned out, writhing on his tongue in the car, all before he filled him back up again.
And on the cycle continued;)
And on the cycle continued;)
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