#kurodai | daichi's in short shorts moving about the kitchen while kuroo sits at the table content to just watch him until daichi bends over and kuroo gets the perfect view of his tight little ass, his cheeks hanging out and the little "nekoma" on the hem by his thick thighs
he's on daichi in an instant, hands on those sinful hips and daichi stands up straight, slowly, pressing his ass against kuroo's crotch and smirking over his shoulder. "pervert," he says, chuckling when kuroo kisses his cheek, his neck, nuzzles into his still wet hair. "what?"
"you know what." kuroo nips his neck, grazes his teeth along his ear and dips his fingers beneath the elastic of those tiny fucking shorts. "you're a tease."
daichi shudders and arches into kuroo's hands, laughing again when kuroo continues to kiss down his neck. "i did nothing"
kuroo dips his hands lower and drags his nose along then line of daichi's neck, his strong jaw, and nips him there when he cups daichi's half hard cock. daichi grunts, a choked off little sound that kuroo wants to swallow. instead, he pushes his hips forward and grunts back.
"we fucked this morning, you know," daichi says, breathy and light, like it's reason not to touch him now.
"i'm fully aware," kuroo curses under his breath when his cock nestles right in the crack of daichi's ass. he grinds a little harder and his hand circles daichi's cock
daichi's hands land on the counter, holding himself up as kuroo ruts against his ass and jerks him off nice and slow. "how do you still have energy?" daichi asks, grinding back against him.
kuroo chuckles and peppers more kisses along daichi's neck, biting at the muscle
"how am i not supposed to get hard when you wear these?" kuroo grinds harder, a little longer, and swears again when daichi jerks forward into his hand. he's fully hard now and wet, and kuroo's fairing the same. "they're from high school. god, how'd you even fit in them."
"i didn't at first." daichi peeks over his shoulder, pretty doe eyes dark and lustful, stare back at him. "had to get soft."
kuroo laughs darkly to himself and pulls back to push those shorts down and pull his cock out. "and you call me the fuckin' pervert."
he pulls daichi's cheeks apart and pets his hole with the pad of his thumb. "still soft down here— fuck did you-"
"yes. just put it in," daichi groans, pressing back on kuroo's, now two, fingers. "c'mon."
"god, i love you."
daichi laughs when kuroo leans down to kiss his neck again but it breaks into a moan when he pushes inside. kuroo groans into his skin and daichi pushes back until kuroo's fully seated. "i love your cock."
"romantic," kuroo nips him again and grinds deep.
"fuck me."
"yes, sir." kuroo grips his hips and starts to thrust, panting into daichi's neck. he presses his forehead between daichi's shoulder blades and pulls daichi back further onto his cock. "you're so— fuck that's good—" He laughs under his breath when daichi moves. "you're tight."
daichi hums and arches his back more. he's breathing hard, and kuroo realizes he's reaching down to touch himself, to jerk his cock while kuroo humps him from behind. his cock's sensitive and daichi's ass is hot and wet and fucking perfect.
"don't pull out," daichi gasps, and kuroo's impressed he can tell kuroo's close. "want you to eat it out."
kuroo's shudders, his hips jerk, and he comes with his fingers digging into daichi's hips and his cock shoving deep.
daichi moans with him, riding kuroo's cock as he finishes himself off with two jerks
true to his word, kuroo kneels down and eat daichi out, holding his own cum in his mouth until he can finally kiss daichi and feed it back to him.
daichi smiles into it and says "love you too"
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"i wanna lick ya, taste ya," osamu groans, rubbing his thick fingers through suna's soaked folds. "can i? will ya let me?" he mouths at the spot on suna's neck that makes him shudder and ride osamu's hand faster. "wanna put my mouth on your cunt."
"fuck—" suna drags osamu up by his hair and licks into his mouth. his hearts pounding so fast, his thighs are sweating, and he feels like he might die if he doesn't come. "yes, yes just— oh fuck," he whimpers as he watches osamu make his way between his thighs. "yes, yes, god—"
osamu spreads his cunt with two fingers and licks a broad strip through his puffy lips, burying his nose in the dark hair of suna's pussy and immediately sucking and lapping at him. suna digs his heels into the bed and groans loudly as he tries not to ride osamu's mouth just yet
miya atsumu. star football player. campus heart-throb. blonde and cocky. he's everything kiyoomi always swore he hated—people who know they're hot enough that girls will literally throw their panties onto the field.
yet here he is. on his knees with atsumu's cock down his throat
"fuck," atsumu groans, and of course he sounds good. like a fucking pornstar. kiyoomi pushes the heel of his hand against his hard on and takes atsumu a little deeper. "god, your mouth..." he trails off and pushes his fingers through kiyoomi's hair and slumps against the brick
kiyoomi's jeans are getting dirty, but he can't find it in himself to care when atsumu lifts his practice jersey, and holds it between his teeth, to grab his own chest. his nipples are dark and perky. kiyoomi wants to suck on them
Kageyama whining and whimpering while Hianta kisses him with a hand on his pretty, pale neck. His cock lays wet and useless on his abs, and his legs shake as they wrap around Hinata's little waist.
"Feels so good— " Hinata asks, breath hot and heavy against his mouth "Do you—?"
And Kageyama nods, unable to trust his own voice as Hinata fucks it out of him. Hinata's cock keeps brushing against his prostate, teasing it and giving Kageyama random jolts of pleasure that have him on edge.
He wants to touch himself, to fuck into his own fist and come squeezing down on the cock inside of him, but his arms won't move. His hands are gripping the sheets above him so hard he can't feel them anymore and his legs starts to tremble uncontrollably.
"wait, wait don't—" kiyoomi starts to push at atsumu's head, even as his thighs tighten, trying to keep him there. atsumu looks up, past the mound of kiyoomi's fat cunt, and continues to lap at him, to suck his clit, "tsumu— ah!"
he pushes at atsumu's head again and scrambles at the sheets with his other, torn between rocking down on atsumu's face or running away. atsumu grips his hips harder and keeps going, unsure of what to do but too addicted to tasting kiyoomi, too proud to not get him off
"tsumu, tsumu wait. st-stop, i can't-"
atsumu doesn't stop. too prideful, too horny, he doesn't know, but despite kiyoomi begging for him to stop, his cunt still grinds against his tongue. he kisses it, makes out with kiyoomi's sopping cunt and flicks his clit with his tongue
akaashi with a pussy is so dangerous because bokuto is the type to drag him into a dressing room at the mall, kiss him up against the wall and beg akaashi to let him put it in real quick.
and akaashi would give in, because a few moments of kissing bokuto like this, in public, has him wet and wanting. so he slips his pants down just enough for bokuto to press into him— akaashi's leg hooked in the crook of bokuto's arm, holding him open while he fucks him
bokuto's true to his word and makes it fast, cups akaashi's jaw to tilt his face up for a hard kiss that just barely drowns out their moans. akaashi comes with a sharp gasp and bokuto kisses him while he squeezes around his cock.
guys what if daichi tattoo artist with no visible tattoos + tatted up kuroo... maybe kuroo asks daichi to let him suck him off for a tattoo as a joke but then daichi's unzipping his pants and ah, yeah, there it is. the start of the most detailed thigh tattoo kuroo's ever seen
and kuroo drops to his knees fast, worships that cock like it's the last time he'll ever see it but he knows it's not, cause daichi's got his hand in kuroo's hair, other hand teasing his own pierced nipple and he's seconds from coming when kuroo takes him down his throat easily
kuroo's fingers trace daichi's thighs, the intricate work that daichi clearly did himself, the same signature lines kuroo has permanently on his own body. it gets kuroo hot, makes him slip another hand down to touch his own cock.