Kunikida x reader

Kuni-pookie

NOT BETA READ. Not read before posting by ME or ANYONE else. I wrote this at like 12 IDGAF THIS ISNT MEANT TO BE GOOD! Also i dont wanan read this writing this was enough. Also i dont Actually read this stuff mostly i mostly like .. looked up hos sex works irl and asked sole friends how it acts in fanfictiom but
Idk im not that freaky. I dabble

Haha i think its funny A/Ns r just like this. Anyway reader has amab genetalia , they also wear boxers... otherwise reader is genderless, just has a penis👍👍 sorry my no penis readers
Fyi kuni doesnt rlly talk much in this bc 1. I think in sex hes more vical than chatty if recieving and 2 i would have to refer to reader by name at some point and i am NOT saying "y/n" or "reader" like who does that
Also everything is done w CINSENT. THEY HAVE TALKED ABOUT IT. There is AFTERCARE afterthis. GRRR 😡 DONT MISTREAT UR SEX PARTNERS!!!! ok scroll to end for more updates idk

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Kunikida lays his head against the cool wooden headboard of your bedroom, shivering from the cold the room seems to radiate. His back is propped up from a pillow you placed behind it, protecting his back from any unwanted pain. His pale legs splay out on the bed, trembling at the slightest pinch of stimulation. His usual slicked back ponytail is discarded, leaving his luscious blonde locks easily swaying from movement. His eyes are covered by your work tie, as you both mutually agreed would be better fitting when planning the activities for tonight. The mans arms are bound by a pair of cuffs you nagged from some arrogant cop you met on a mission. Watching his face as you stole his handcuffs with a quick swipe did everything for your (already, unusually high) ego. Kunikida's usual loud mouth has been closed shut by your hands, drool slowly slipping out.

He looks like an absolute masterpiece.

You gently blow on the lobe of his ear, licking around the piercing he got a few months back. Your mouth forms a wide smile as you hear his whimper, his typical gruffy way of manner completely gone. You swiftly grab a can of Saline solution and spray on the bothered earlobe, knowing the fuss Kunikida would make up about it after your session. You still nip at the rest of his earlobe afterwards, your erection growing harder at the noises he mumbles out.

The noises he mumbles out because of you. The statement sends a bolt of excitement down your spine.

You bite his neck, hersly sucking at his neck. The man seems to be vibrating as you paint countless of marks onto him, making sure to place them in spots only you could see. The only spots you'll only ever see. Licking at a shoulder-blade, you bite harshly onto it, licking at the mark your teeth made upon the skin. Of course, you didn't bite hard enough to draw blood. That would be immensely dangerous and would guarantee an infection, and Kunikida and you are much to level-headed to even entertain that possibility.

...You know the same doesn't apply to many of your co-workers, but at the least you could say you're better than them. Who are you kidding, fucking obviously you're better than them, you're you! People like them, have never been as thoughtful as you are. None of them, could ever do what you can do.

You remove the hand covering Kunikida's mouth, watching Kunikida swallow breaths of air with intense eyes. Your cock is practically bursting out of your jeans, you have to find release or you will literally die. Lifting Kunikida up frim the bed and unceremoniously dropping him on the floor, the man is obviously disgruntled. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you delicately lift his chin up with your finger, bending down to give him a kiss.

With your other hand you squeeze his nipple, pushing your tongue into his after a quiet gasp he takes. Your tongue explores ever inch of his mouth, every inch, a process done countless of times before but no less thrilling than the last. The left over taste of dinner floods your senses, and sucking his tongue like a damn popsicle.