Hii do you think you could write one where Ao’nung is talking with his friends (the sullys and his sister, ect.) and while hes talking reader is messing around with his queue (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OBV) and he acts annoyed and mad but he actually doesnt care IDK LOL
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kuru’s aren’t toys
pairing aonung x metkayina!reader
wc 2.7k
a/n started it at school ended it at home, hope you like it :D
The sky over Awa’atlu was a bruised, magnificent violet, bleeding into a deep honey-gold where the sun kissed the horizon. The ocean hummed beneath the woven docks, a rhythmic thrum that matched the beating hearts of the teens gathered there. It was that perfect, fleeting window of time where the day's heat had vanished, leaving only the cooling salt spray and the smell of roasting fish drifting from the family longhouses.
They were all there, sprawled out in a loose circle. Lo’ak was restless, his tail lashing against the floorboards as he animatedly recounted his near-collision with a coral outcrop.
Kiri sat cross-legged, her eyes half-closed as she felt the pulse of the island through her feet. Neteyam, ever the observant elder brother, sat with his back straight, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he watched the dynamics shift.
Rotxo and Tsireya sat close together, their laughter bubbling up like sea foam every time the boys began to bicker.
And then there was Ao’nung.
He sat with the practiced poise of a future leader, his chest puffed out, his broad, teal-skinned shoulders catching the last of the amber light. He was in his element, holding court, his voice booming as he teased Lo’ak for his lack of "water grace."
“Lo’ak, you must be delusional,” Ao’nung teased, his hand flying to his chest as if he’d been deeply offended by the suggestion that a forest-dweller could outmatch him. “
You seriously thought you’d beat my personal best? I was halfway back to the village while you were still struggling to keep your ilu’s head above the surface. I had time to count the shells on the seafloor before you even breached the reef!”
You sat on the ledge directly behind him, elevated just enough to have a perfect view of the back of his head and the thick, dark braid that traveled down his spine.
You were exhausted; the hunt had drained your energy, and the constant back-and-forth chatter was starting to feel like a distant hum. Your eyelids felt heavy, your limbs weighted with a comfortable lethargy.
You let out a soft huff of laughter at his arrogance. It was a tiny sound, barely a breath, but Ao’nung’s large, triangular ears gave a sharp, involuntary twitch in your direction. He didn't turn around, but you saw the way his posture stiffened just a fraction, his broad back becoming a bit more rigid.
“Bro, be forreal!” Lo’ak argued, leaning forward, his yellow eyes wide and mocking. He was gesturing wildly with his hands, leaning into the rage-baiting he knew worked so well on the Chief’s son.
“We are almost neck and neck by now! If the wind hadn't shifted and caught my ilu’s belly, I would have left you in my wake. You’re just lucky the Great Mother gave you a win for your pride.”
“In your dreams, forest boy!” Ao’nung barked back, his tail giving a sharp, arrogant flick against the wood, the tip of it nearly hitting Rotxo’s leg.
As the argument escalated, your focus narrowed. The world around you began to fade out—the sounds of Tsireya’s melodic giggle, Rotxo’s rebuttals, and Kiri’s occasional snarky comment all became background noise. Your eyes wandered, tracing the intricate patterns on Ao’nung’s skin before landing on his kuru.
The braid was a masterpiece of Metkayina tradition, thick and dark, adorned with small, bioluminescent shells— likely the work of his sister. Almost mindlessly, your hand wandered toward it. Your fingertips were cool against his warm skin as you began to lightly follow the spiraling patterns of the braid.
The moment you made contact, Ao’nung flinched. It wasn't a small movement; it was a full-body jolt, a silent shock that traveled from the base of his neck down to his heels.
His voice, which had been mid-boast, died in his throat for a split second. He gasped, a sharp intake of air that made his ribs expand. It was unfamiliar for him to feel anything just from his kuru, he was not a child or some pervert.
“And—and another thing!” he stammered, his voice jumping an octave as he recovered. He didn't pull the queue away. He stayed exactly where he was, though his ears were now swiveling wildly, trying to track your every move without him having to look back.
You were too tired to care about the whole thing over touching someone else’s kuru. You lifted the braid entirely from his back, cradling the weight of it in your palms. It was heavy and smooth, and as you ran your thumb over the weave, you could feel the faint, rhythmic pulse of his nervous system underneath.
Ao’nung couldn't maintain the facade for long. The sensation of your fingers—gentle, curious, and persistent—was driving him to distraction. He stopped mid-sentence, ignoring Lo’ak’s latest jab about his diving form, and swung his head around.
He had meant to look terrifying. He had intended to give you mean mug that usually sent the younger kids scurrying away. But as he turned, the words died in his throat.
He froze.
From his position, looking up at you from his seat on the floor, you looked like something out of a dream. The setting sun was behind you, creating a halo of gold around your head.
You were so focused, your brow slightly furrowed as you traced a specific shell in his braid. Your curls were falling forward, framing your face in a messy, beautiful tangle that caught the light.
And your eyes—they were still so wide even though they were half lidded, so focused, and so devastatingly pretty that he felt the air leave his lungs entirely. You had a small, unconscious pout on your lips, the kind of expression someone makes when they are deep in thought.
Ao’nung’s heart did a strange, violent thud against his ribs. A heat crawled up his neck, a deep violet blush that bypasses his cheeks and settled intensely at the very tips of his ears. He looked at you, and for a moment, he wasn't the arrogant son of the Chief; he was just a boy who had forgotten how to speak.
He forced his expression back into a scowl, though it lacked any real heat.
“Do not touch that, it is not a toy,” he spoke in a hushed, strained tone.
You didn't flinch. You didn't even look guilty. Instead, you noted the lack of aggression in his body language. His nose wasn't scrunched up in a real snarl, his tail wasn't stiff or rigid, and his ears weren't pinned back against his skull. He was attempting to appear mad, but he was failing miserably.
You shrugged at him, your voice sarcastically sweet as you tilted your head. “It is just dangling here in my face, Ao’nung.” You waved the end of the braid in his face, the bioluminescent shells clicking together. “What do you expect me to do?”
You watched as his ears twitched back, a visible sign of his internal struggle. He breathed harshly out of his nose, a sound that was supposed to be a huff of annoyance but came out more like a frustrated sigh, and he turned back around abruptly.
The conversation among the others had moved on, but the shift in the atmosphere was palpable. Neteyam was leaning back on his elbows now, his golden eyes flicking between the two of you with a look of extreme amusement. He knew his friend was struggling.
“So, the migration patterns of the ilu,” Tsireya said, her voice a bit too bright as she tried to bridge the awkward gap. She kept glancing at her brother, watching the way he was sitting—shoulders hunched, his tail lying perfectly still on the deck, almost as if he were holding his breath.
“I think they are moving further south this year,” Rotxo added, though his eyes were fixed on the way your hands were now idly petting the braid as if it were a domesticated animal.
Ao’nung tried his best to ignore you. He really did. But the feeling of his kuru being handled by you was overwhelming. Every time your skin brushed his, the tiny, pale pink tendrils within his queue reached out instinctively.
They were sensing your proximity, yearning to make a bond, to make tsahaeylu just from the warmth of your palms. It was an intimate, buzzing electricity that made his skin prickle.
He stopped dead in the middle of a sentence about the reef's tide. He stayed silent for a three-beat count before slowly, almost reluctantly, looking back at you again.
“Must you act like a child?” he quipped, his eyes narrowing as he tried to regain his cool.
Tsireya gasped softly. “Brother! Be kind!” she scolded, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She knew he wasn't actually angry.
You didn't back down. You leaned back, looking down your nose at him with a defiant glint. “Must you be so selfish?”
Ao’nung looked genuinely bamboozled. The look of utter confusion on his face was almost comical. “How is it selfish if it is MY kuru?”
“Because I am well content with playing with it,” you replied, your fingers curling around a particularly thick section of the braid near his neck. “Do not be selfish and take away my entertainment. I am tired, and this is helping.”
Lo’ak let out a loud, bark-like laugh. He saw the opening and he dived in, a predatory grin spreading across his face. He caught Neteyam’s eye and gave a quick, sharp wink.
“Yeah, bro,” Lo’ak chimed in, leaning forward and poking Ao’nung’s shoulder. “Don’t be selfish. If Y/N wants to play with your hair, let her. Why are you being so difficult? It’s not like it’s hurting you.”
Ao’nung’s head whipped toward Lo’ak, his fangs bared in a warning. “I am not being—it is a part of my body, skxawng!”
“And it’s a very nice part of your body,” Rotxo added, his voice dripping with mock-sincerity. He reached out as if he were going to grab the braid too, and Ao’nung reacted instantly. Leaning further back— onto you, to avoid roxto’s reach.
"Stay back, Rotxo! Your hands are covered in stinky fish scales," Ao'nung snapped, though his body was now settled comfortably against you.
"Oh, but Y/N's hands are fine?" Neteyam asked, his voice low and teasing. He watched the way Ao'nung's tail gave one singular, content thud against the wood.
You didn't hesitate. You were beyond the point of being shy; the exhaustion of the day had stripped away your filter, leaving only a sleepy, playful boldness. You lifted the thick, dark braid from your lap, holding the end of it between your thumb and forefinger like a pointer.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you pointed the end of the kuru back toward your own chest. You puffed your chest out proudly, a smug, triumphant grin spreading across your face as you looked Neteyam and the others right in the eye.
“In fact, they are,” you continued, your voice ringing out with mock authority over the sound of the waves. “Because Ao’nung loves
The reaction was like a physical shockwave hitting the circle. Lo’ak, who had been leaning back, lost his balance and nearly tumbled off the dock, his tail splashing into the water as he scrambled to right himself.
Rotxo’s jaw hit his chest, his eyes darting between you and Ao’nung as if he were watching a collision in slow motion. Kiri let out a sharp, surprised bark of laughter, her yellow eyes glowing with wicked delight.
But it was Ao’nung whose world seemed to tilt on its axis.
His face didn’t just drop; it fell into a state of pure, unadulterated horror. He didn't hiss, he didn't snap, and he didn't move away. Instead, he let out a strangled, muffled sound and slapped his large, teal hand over his face, dragging it down slowly until his fingers were digging into his cheeks.
He swung his head around to look at you, his eyes wide and shimmering, the pale blue of his irises almost swallowed by his blown-out pupils. The blush was a deep, bruised violet now, spreading from his neck to the very tips of his ears, which were twitching so fast they were practically a blur.
“You... are too unserious,” he finally managed to choke out. His voice was thick, lacking any of its usual sharp edge. He shook his head, his hand still partially covering his eyes as if he could hide from the truth of your words. “You are a menace. A literal plague upon my house.”
“A plague he’s currently using as a pillow,” Lo’ak wheezed, finally regaining his seat. He pointed a finger at the way Ao’nung was still braced firmly against your knees. “Bro, your face is the color of a berry. If you don’t love her, why are you still sitting there letting her use your kuru like a pointer?”
“I am paralyzed by her stupidity.” Ao’nung argued, though even he knew how weak it sounded.
“He is not paralyzed,” Neteyam added, his voice smooth and teasing. He leaned forward, catching the light of the bioluminescent shells you were still twirling. “Look at his tail. It’s practically trying to tie itself to her ankle. That’s not paralysis, Ao’nung. That’s utter devotion.”
“It is not!” Ao’nung shouted, though he made no move to pull the tail away. In fact, the tip of it gave an involuntary, happy curl right around your calf. “It is a reflex! Like a fish flopping when it is caught!”
“You’re the one who got caught, brother,” Tsireya giggled, her eyes bright with affection. She leaned over, whispering just loud enough for everyone to hear. “He didn't even deny it. Did you hear that? He didn't say he didn't love her. He just said she was unserious.”
You didn't let go of the braid. In fact, as they teased him, you leaned closer, your fingers mindlessly twirling the dark hair around your knuckles. You looked at him—really looked at him. Up close, his face was a map of beautiful contradictions.
He was trying so hard to look annoyed, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed together, but the way his eyes kept darting back to yours told a different story.
He was incredibly handsome in this state of total fluster. The bioluminescent dots on his skin were pulsing in a frantic rhythm, like tiny stars under water. You watched the way his throat moved as he swallowed hard, his sharp jawline tightening as he tried to find a comeback that wouldn't make things worse.
“Must you all gawk at me?” Ao’nung muttered, his gaze finally dropping to your hands. He watched your fingers work through the braid, and his expression softened for a split second before he caught himself.
“We’re not gawking,” Kiri said, picking up a small shell and tossing it at his shoulder. “We’re witnessing a historical event.’”
“whatever!” Ao’nung barked, but he immediately leaned back into your touch as if seeking comfort from the very person teasing him.
You gave the kuru a gentle, rhythmic squeeze, feeling the faint vibration of his nervous system. “It’s okay to admit it, Ao’nung,” you teased, your voice a soft, low murmur meant only for him, even though the others were leaning in. “The shells don’t lie. Your sister made this braid, and it’s telling me everything.”
Ao’nung let out a long, shuddering groan, his head falling back until it rested against your shoulder. He looked up at the darkening sky, his eyes full of a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, quiet peace. He’d given up.
“You are all insufferable,” he repeated, but this time his tail didn't just curl—it settled firmly over your feet, anchoring you both together. “Especially you, Y/N. You are the worst of them all.”
“The worst?” you asked, tilting your head so your curls brushed his cheek.
He didn't look back, but you saw the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “The worst,” he whispered. “Now keep doing that. My head hurts from all this shouting.”
As the group eventually stood up to head toward the central fires for the evening meal, laughing and throwing jabs at each other, Ao’nung didn't rush to join them. He stayed right where he was, nestled against you, letting you twirl his kuru as the first real stars began to peek through the violet haze of the Awa’atlu night.
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shy!kuru x extroverted!reader story information: Y/n Y/l/n is a very popular artist in LA who also models from time to time who is known for her loud and outgoing personality. she was born in new york and moved to los angeles when she was 19 for modeling and bought a studio apartment where her love for art sparked to life. She worked along side artists like xaviersobased on cover art and has built a strong connection with him and many others in the industry. cw: explicit content, sexual/sensual talk/action, cursing, talk of anxiety, mental health problems, jealousy, disgustingly fluffy scenes masterlist taglist
contains: kissing, smut, oral (both receive), sex (p in v) teasing, mommy usage, fluff, mentions of aftercare, semi sub!kuru, semi sub!reader, slight dom for both reader and kuru
a/n: i stayed up making this i literally couldn’t sleep till i got the idea out of my head
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"Hey baby, can you unzip this for me?" you as your boyfriend.
Today had been a long day, it was your birthday. The second you woke up Keegan had your favorite coffee and flowers waiting for you.
The two of you spent the day shopping, he spoiled you more than he does on a normal day. He basically bought everything you touched.
He begins upzipping your dress as you asked, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. Once the dress is off, he turns you towards him, his soft hands gripping your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck and catch his lips, He kissed you like he meant it, nothing but passion for his pretty girl on her birthday. Your hand tangles in his sky-blue hair, his hand rubbing up and down your torso.
You remove his shirt and begin to unzip his jeans, his bulge already showing through his underwear. He pulls you in closer by the waist, pressing your body against him so you can feel just how hard you make him.
The two of you make your way to bed, he lays you underneath him and begins kissing all over your body, his wet lips give you chills.
He continues kissing down, making his way to your underwear and removing them, his fingertips brushing against your smooth skin.
Once your underwear is off he doesn't begin anything, he comes back up and begins sucking the sensitive spot on your neck. Soft moans leave your mouth, "Please baby." you whimper, nothing but need the need to feel him running through your brain. "What mommy" he says, he never used the term ever, he knew you liked it you just pretended not too. "Please fuck me - anything." you reply, so desperate for him.
He doesn't take any longer to tease, he finds your clit immediately, licking at it in circular motions, your body tenses at the already overwhelming amount of pleasure, moans escape your lips uncontrollably. He lowers his mouth to your entrance, licking all inside of you, kissing and sucking at everything you gave him.
His hands gripped tight at your waist, keeping you from flinching, he licked your pussy like it was the first time, like he'd never be able to do it again. The feeling of his tongue hitting your spot made you scream, your hand finds the top of his head, your fingers tangle in his hair. He uses one of his hands to find your clit, adding to the pressure, "Fuck Keegan!" you scream, he lifts his mouth only for a second, "Good girl, cum baby." he says breathless before reattaching his lips to your pussy.
It doesn't take long for you to finish, the release of the pressure flowing right into his mouth. He continues for just a minute longer, making sure he got everything you could give. He comes back up, his lips glossy with your juices, you use your thumb to gently swipe and remove the liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The two of you lay there for just a minute, long enough to bring your breath back to a semi normal pace. You move yourself onto his lap, His cock still hard from seeing you underneath him like that. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, you make your way down to his ear and neck, ever so slightly nipping at him. Slight whimpers escape his mouth as you kiss your way down his torso and to his v-line.
You press a kiss onto his pink-flushed tip, already leaking precum. "Baby, it's your birthday, are you sure?" he asks. He wanted you to be pleased, he wasn't worried about his. You look up at him, pupils blown and nod your head.
You slide his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down at a slow pace to start. He's sensitive to the contact, his body flinching underneath you as moans leave his mouth. "Fuck baby." he says with an exhale, he thought he had already gone crazy enough until you look back up at him with his cock fully in your mouth. The second he makes eye contact with you his neck falls back, his hand reaching for your hair to move it out of his view. Whimpers escape his mouth uncontrollably, and just as he did for you, you'd do for him. Add to the pleasure.
You take your hand and bring it to his mouth, he can't focus enough to do anything, so you detach your mouth from his dick, you use your hand to grab his cheeks, aiming his head at your hand. He spits right on the palm of your hand, not losing eye contact while he does it.
You use the spit as extra lube, you attach your mouth again and use your hand to follow the movement. He lets out groans and whimpers, you watch as he can barely contain himself. You pick up the pace, just a little. You watch as he slowly loses more and more control. "Fuck, y/n" he says, his head knocks back as his warm fluid fills up in your mouth. He lets out one final exhale, you swallow everything he gave you.
you bring yourself back up to him, positing yourself onto his lap. "Good boy" you say, in a quiet - low tone. A smirk tugs at his lips as he nods his head.
You allow him to gather himself, you seemingly thought that would be the last of it. But it wasn't.
He flips you back under him, opening your legs in missionary position. He begins teasing his tip in and out of you, your back arching and moans coming out. “Please baby, no tease.” you whine. He listens, immediately going fully inside of you, groans leaving his mouth as he does. His cock practically hitting your cervix with each thrust. Your walls flutter against him, you’re basically seeing stars each time you close your eyes, his hands rub the hardened surface of your nipple, adding more and more stimulation to the moment.
“Together, okay baby?” he says, you hum in response. He begins picking up the pace, he brings himself to kiss your body. Finally the two of you release for the last time. His warm fluid filling up inside of you and your fluid leaking out. He continues for just a minute before laying beside you, holding you and stroking your hair.
CW: fluff, suggestive themes, lazy writing, not proofread
bf!kuru who will play fortnite with you and end up carrying you the whole game
bf!kuru who would probably dress as a cat boy for you
bf!kuru who lets you do his makeup and/or test makeup out on him
bf!kuru who has you bleach, color, and straighten his hair
bf!kuru who has you saved under “mommy💕” in his phone, he tells his friends it’s satire (it’s not)
bf!kuru that lets you join lives with him and sebby, just for you to end up yelling at them because they’re a horrible duo that can’t take anything serious
bf!kuru that loves seeing you and lucy together, his two favorite people in one place getting along
bf!kuru who’s ALWAYS doing a stupid anime voice/ deku impression to annoy you, it especially annoys you when him and sebby are doing it together
bf!kuru who love to have you around his friends but hates to be around yours due to past experiences when you’re ex best friend tried to hit on him
bf!kuru who whimpers like a dog
bf!kuru who’ll never let you pick what to watch on crunchyroll, it’s always what he wants to watch (you enjoy it anyways)
bf!kuru who really likes your ass, he likes to watch it jiggle when u walk, kinda his guilty pleasure
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cw : nsfw. sub!kuru. mention of virginity. nicknames and real name “keegan”.
it all started a few months ago, kuru and you had gotten recognized to attend an advanced art class, and coincidentally during the same semester.
during the start of the term, the professor instructed everyone to get familiar with each other. it was a simple introduction that got kuru attached to you. explaining how you took orchestra during high school, rarely play sports or any physical activity for that matter, and camped behind the staircase during every period after lunch.
kuru grew some sort of inordinately attachment. he felt comfort and a sense of security around you. he felt like he could be himself without judgement.
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it was late, 11:25 to be exact, the classroom was silent other then sound of a paint brush slapping glaze onto the finished canvas.
the silence between the last two people was comforting, the natural emotional withdrawal and focus durring yours and kuru’s hobby.
you were good at drawing anatomy, it was one of your many drawings skills, kuru admired that.
“you’re talented.” kuru said to you, his hand placing gently on the small of your back. kuru often tried to justify to himself that you’re relationship purely platonic, but he often found himself in sticky situations.
“thanks, could say the same to you.” you said, kuru resting chin on your shoulder to see the artwork displayed with you, a beautiful piece with abstract details and bold realism.
“you think you could teach me?” kuru’s said sarcastically, it was true though, he admired your work and he knew you passing on the skills would leave you flattered.
kuru took things slow, he wanted to really know y/n before he made his first move.
how he started: touch was lingering, often finding excuses to fidget with your hands, he made eye contact a lot, he didn’t break it either, he remembered small details about y/n. he wanted you to feel like you mattered in someone’s eyes.
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11:15. the pale moonlight peeped through the sheer curtains of kuru’s bedroom. living in a small apartment, the cheap stiff couch just wasn’t a polite offer, so he let you sleep in his bed. or so he wanted you too.
it was a restless night, you couldn’t seem to get comfortable in this unfamiliar bedroom. kuru was sound asleep, the soft steady breathing whistling on his pillow.
a groan instinctively left your throat as you pushed off the heavy covers away from you, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. standing up quietly you walk to the kitchen, the faint noise of your bar feet on the wooden floor boards.
opening the cabinet just above the stove and grabbing a plastic cup to fill it up with some water. turning on the tap and holding g the cup below, you really couldn’t care if you were drinking hard water,you were desperate to get the feeling of your familiar space.
gulping the water, you could hear fault footprints. fuck, you were caught.
“hey.” the voice was groggy, raspy. it made you internally feel guilty for waking him up this late at night. “hi..sorry. did i wake you?”
“oh uh, no don’t worry about it. i didn’t feel you in the bed, got a bit worried, i guess.” kuru grabbed the cup you were just using, filling it up with as well before gulping it down. his adams apple bobbing with each large gulp.
you quite physically had to make yourself turn away, was he always this hot?
once he finally placed the cup down onto the counter, water droplets clinged to the delicate skin of his lips. wiping the water with his two index fingers.
you let out a awkward short laughter, turning your head forward.
“how’d you get so good at anatomy?” kuru tilted his head.
“i guess through sex. and also diagrams. it wasn’t hard to figure how to draw a naked body.” you admitted, and it was true. your sexual encounters did give you a big step into how a reproductive system worked and looked.
“..you have alot of experience?” kuru hesitated before asking, he wanted to know the answer but was to afraid of your perception of him if he pried.
your eyes wondered to the side before answering, there was a thick silence. “i mean..yeah. do you not?” you joked.
silence.
your eyes went wide, laugher erupted from your throat as your realization hit you hard. “oh god, no no! don’t tell me..” you laughed, you almost felt bad until you seen just how cute keegan looked when he was embarrassed.
his pale cheeks had this soft tint to them while he avoided eye contact, his bangs covered his darting eyes. his pasty fingers covering his face as he groaned in embarrassment. “oh god..”
“your a virgin, keegan?” you pried his fingers off his flustered features making him whimper. “is that why you suck at drawing anatomy?” you giggled, but that only made kuru more stimulated.
“oh..you need me to teach you?” you cooed, lowering your height to keegan’s now that he was crossing his legs trying to placid his overwhelming hard-on.
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you laid keegan on his rustled bed, the springs stirring from both your weights. keegan couldn’t stop squirming, his face was already fucked out as his fingers turned pink at the grip he had of the sheets beside his thighs.
“you ready?” you whispered just loud enough for keegan to feel the soft whistle, making him nod eagerly.
keegan’s soft whines filled the cold air of his room as you slowly pulled off his sleeping pants along with his boxers with just your index finger.
“t-teach me—please..” kuru practically moaned, his hips fucking up into absolutely nothing but cold air. it was like his hips were jerking involuntarily.
“yeah?..well here—is your penis..” you dragged your middle finger along the lower base of his cock, the delicate touch making his dick twitch uncontrollably.
“then here..” your finger traveled higher towards his penis hole, gushing pre-cum, circling the delicate skin there. “here is your urethral opening.” your finger created webs and strings with his the slimy liquid connecting the head of his cock to your finger. “you know what this is right? tell me.” the condescending tone made him roll his eyes back, thighs tremble as he murmured.
“i can’t hear you keegan.” you shook you head, taking your practically nonexistent hands off his hard-on.
“nghh—m-my god! please- s’cum! it’s cum!” he blurted out, the loss of delicate pleasure making him fuck up into the air, although the wind only gave nothing in return.
his high pitched moans fill the air, “aw—good boy.” you cooed in a murmur, at last fisting his sensitive cock.
his hips lifted from the mattress, letting out a loud moan, with his lips parted his saliva dripped down the sides of his mouth and down his chin.
“f-fuck! ‘m gonna cum—please please! oh god!” keegan threw his head back, the head of his cock red and with a thick ring of pre along the base.
to throw him over the edge you kissed beside his ear, tongue licking along his skin while your hand slowly and painfully jerked just below the head of his cock.
your thumb circled just along the rim of his penis hole, making him drool all over himself. his eyes rolled back with a whimper. “can i cum?” he whispered, hiccups in his chest.
“yes, you can come now.” you murmured against his ear.
he was practically convulsing, his throat let out a whimper mixed with a moan. “oh—god!” he cried out, his whimpers trembled along his lips as he gripped the sheets of the bed.
drool dripped down his jaw and soaking down his neck in slow dribbles, his deep gratitude hitting him harder then anything else. a slurred giggle left his lips as he stared at the ceiling, a stupid smile on his fucked out face.
“m’what?” you murmured, your hands slipping under his t- shirt for comfort.
“i liked that..” keegan nuzzled his face into your neck with a soft giggle, before slowly falling asleep with a deep appreciation for you taking your time and showing him the parts of a male reproductive system, or so that was the plan.
“thank you..” kuru smiled, his cheek pressed against your chest.
warnings: p in v , scratching , keegan yearning , reader playing , keegans kinda a sub , oral (f receiving) , jealous reader , jealous keegan
bg info: at his surprise birthday party, keegan meets you who is the dj. you both exchange some words and laughs before you walk off to go grab a drink. it looked like you two had a similar style. like he was looking at himself but in girl version.
lmk if u wanna be taglist for this! (my main taglist is alr apart of this btw + i’ll add more warning tags soon im freeballing it )
