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Kotatsu Kisses

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x F!Reader

AN: Like I say in the tags, I should have been working on my Secret Santa fic, but popped this out instead i’m so sorry :/ Idk where this came from tbh. Just general Kenma brainrot + thinking about the absolutely massive kotatsu he canonically owns. Y’all should look at some luxury kotatsu, they’re huge and I want one for myself tbh. He’s just so fucking pretty, I can’t stand it sometimes uwu. To everyone that suggested colors, thank you! But I couldn’t get the Nintendo Joy-Con Red suggestion out of my head jakeigajweo so hopefully I got kinda close lmao!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Post-Time Skip, Exhibitionism, uuuuuh Non-consensual Voyeurism but its an accident lmao, Oral Sex (f!receiving), Face Sitting, Inappropriate Uses of a Kotatsu, Established Relationship, mild Dom/sub undertones if you squint, PIV Smut, Dirty Talk, Kenma being v hot n horny, no beta we die like men!

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The loud sound of a key being aggressively shoved into the lock of your front door makes your head pop up from the top of the kotatsu, eyes wide upon the haggard though unexpected appearance of Kuroo Tetsuro, wearing a rumpled button up and loosened tie, clearly just off of work. His presence brings a blast of wintry air that makes you wince and draw your shoulders up to your ears.

“K-Kuroo?” You squeak in shock. Knees hit the bottom of the table, the thud muted thanks to the blankets draped around the edge of it.

“Hey,” he grunts, looking angry. He tries to toe out of his dress shoes, practically hissing at them when they don’t immediately come off. He bends down to yank at the laces. “Where the fuck is Kenma? He won’t answer my texts.”

Your mouth pops open but nothing comes out. You wiggle where you sit, the brief moment of silence between you filled with the cheerful music coming from the abandoned Switch on the table.

Kuroo looks up at your silence, squinting in his glare. “Hey, where is he?”

You flounder under his blatant irritation and your own hesitation. “I…He went…o-out.” You swallow, taking a steadying breath, attempting to adjust yourself but feeling the grip on your ass tighten. You can’t help squeezing your legs together as much as they can where you kneel. Which…isn’t much. Anxiety and mild humiliation begins to mix deliciously with everything else you’re feeling while you struggle to keep your shoulders back and from flinching under Kuroo’s gaze.

“Out?” Kuroo scoffed, glancing towards the hallway. “Do you know when he’ll come back?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, stepping up into your home and striding further inside.

“N…” Lips suction to your clit so quickly you jump with a choked off breath, pulling away so slowly your eyes flutter and you slump forward again with a shudder, rolling your hips down on Kenma’s face. He gives a muted groan, hands squeezing at your ass again, pulling you back towards his mouth. You can’t quite stop the moan that drawls from you, croaky and agonized. “Nnnoooo…?”

You swear you feel Kenma huff a hot breath of laughter against your pussy.

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