KUROKEN MONTH - 2016

Kkwag Jabajwo Nal Anajwo (mild smut) | 2

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE F L U F F, THEY WERE ONLY SUPPOSED TO CUDDLE, UM UNDERAGE ALMOST SEX WARING I GUESS. I ALREADY REGRET THIS AND I HAVEN'T EVEN WRITTEN IT. THIS IS REALLY CRINGY FORGIVE ME, I'M SHIT AT WRITING 'SMUT'.

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"Kenma, am I your best friend?" I asked the eighth grader.

"Kuroo, you're my only friend, to be honest." He paused his game to look at me, expecting a conversation.

"Aw, don't say that."

"..."

"I didn't mean don't say anything at all."

"I know, I just don't like talking."

I chuckled and poked his cheek, he scrunched his face up and shook me off, his black hair whipping his features lightly.

He resumed his game, I looked at his face, his movements. The way he would stick his tongue out slightly if a level was hard to beat, how he would furrow his eyebrows when reading dialogue.

To me he was perfect, I didn't think I was gay, but I definitely felt something for Kenma.

"Is there something on my face?" He glanced at me.

"What? No."

"Then why are you staring?"

"I can't help it, you're just so-o-o-o beautiful~" I placed my hands on my heart and pretended to swoon.

"Guys can't be beautiful, Kuroo."

Not exactly the answer I was looking for.

"Then explain why you are."

"I'm not."

"Don't lie to yourself, you know you're hot."

He pushed my shoulder as I laughed, rather unattractive snorts escaping me.

We sat in silence, his bedroom was pretty small. I decided to lie on his bed, considering my ass had begun to hurt from the floor.

I adjusted myself, lifting my arm up. Kenma saw this and shuffled his way next to me, is back touching me, allowing him to play his game. I held him tight, his waist was thin like a girls, maybe that's why I liked him? I closed my eyes, I was basically inhaling his hair, but that was okay. It smelled of apples.

"I think that you're beautiful." I mumbled into his hair.

It was dark out, and his mom had suggested that I stay the night. She had giggled, when she saw the position that we were in.

"I always knew you two would eventually fall in love." She chuckled jokingly.

Kenma had moaned, stating that his mom was being embarrassing.

Once she had left the room, I ran circles over his waist, I touched his ass a little, but I pretended not to notice. He squirmed a little under me, I had to tell Kuroo Jr to calm down, a little friction wasn't enough to get me hard, really. It wasn't.

Think of Grandma, Puppies, Grocery shopping. I prayed that my little dude had listened to my request.

"Kuroo?"

I hummed.

"Why are you hard?"

"Beautiful people make Kuroo Jr excited." I improvised.

He wriggled over to face me. He rolled his eyes and pinched my nose.

"Go take care of that." He rolled back to his former position. His ears where pink.

I sat up and gave him a lazy grin.

"Why don't you?"

He shot up and looked at me, avoiding looking at anything that would make the situation even more awkward. For him, anyway.

"M-Me?" He pointed towards his chest, his face was bright red.

"Sure," I shrugged.

"I don't know how." He whispered sharply.

I almost doubled over in laughter. He looked at me with confusion and annoyance. I let my breathing regulate calmly again.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're at an age, where most guys do it religiously." I reached over to grab a pillow to cover up.

"Well, I've never done 'it'. " He fiddled with strands of his hair.

"Oh, do you wanna... Google it?" I shrugged.

"No,"

"No?"

"I want you to show me." He stared at me.

"P-pardon?" I almost choked on air.

He crawled onto my lap, and wrapped his arms around my neck, I could feel Kenma's breath on my skin. I let my hands wander over his back, his hips.

"We don't have to." I suggested for him.

"I want to."

Oh

I explained what to do, we decided that he wasn't ready to do anything major, so instead he sunk lower onto my lap, our pelvis' grinding against each other. He mewled and let out short breaths. His hips rocked against mine.

He came before me, but that was okay.

"I'm sorry." He went off to search for clean pants.

I left the room to finish the job. When I returned he was under his covers in a blanket fort. I sat on his bed, the mattress sunk a little under my weight. I ran circles over his back in a comforting manner.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." He had his blankets over himself, but he sat up and crawled into my chest, his thin arms held my body.

"Thank you for showing me." He yawned and curled further into my chest. I only decided to lay him down when his breathing became steady, and his body became slack.

Together we rested in each other's embrace. I too yawned, and kissed his forehead.

"I love you."

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Gonna drink bleacH.
This was so cringe worthy, holy fuck.