kiyoshi is love, hes too good. TW-kind of nsfw? i dont know, theres not real explicit content, but theres kink talk, and talking about... le sex.
hand kink girls, i got you. and also, everyone should love kiyoshi-
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kiyoshi teppei, your boyfriend, was special. he really was special, ever the optimist, the soft and loving man. he could make you laugh easily, and he always makes you feel loved and welcomed.
one of the physical things you liked about kiyoshi, besides him being huge and tall, are his hands. youd never admit to it, but you had a thing for his hands.
you didnt know why, or where it came from, but everytime hed take your hand, it makes your day.
its just the way his long fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand that made your heart tick. his hands were warm, always, while yours were cold. always. (can someone explain to me why my hands are cold all the time?! why are you like this hands?!)
his big palms and long fingers were such an advantage for him while he played basketball, and watching him play basketball was amazing.
when he puts his hand on the back of your head and kisses you, when he rubs his thumb on your knuckles, or when he rubs his fingers up yours when you lace them togethet.
he was simply, truly, hands down, such a good man that accepted everyone and everything, but you never came around to admitting your awkward and embarressing hand kink.
there was one day when you almost admitted it. you were sitting beside him while you were both doing homework at your desk in your room. well, he was doing his work, but you abandoned yours when your eyes found his hands.
his right hand holding a black pen, fingers pressing to the neck of the pen and the small muscles on his hand strained as he wrote down on his notebook.
you stopped writing your own answerd and stared at his hand quickly writting on the paper, the way his knuckles and fingerd bent and strained as he drew the letters on the paper.
your mind got lost as you watched his hand, eyes slowly lidding down softly as you caught his other hand pressed to the paper, long fingers sprawled across. damn he looks so good.
"{Y/N}? is everything alright?" you snap your eyes up from his hands and straightened your back quickly, almost falling from your chair as your face grew red.
"i-i was... its just-tha-" you started rammbling and mummbling, eyes looking around quickly, looking for a magical excuse to appear on the walls. but it didnt.
"are you feeling ok love?" he asks, raising his hand from the paper and pressing the back of his fingers to your cheek, "youre a bit hot" he mummbles, furrowing his brows.
you, still unable to let words out of your mouth, start to debate about just telling him the truth and drag your feet out of there with shame. then, you also remember that this is your room, and if you go through with it and tell him, youd be trapped in this room with him, your awkward confession and his uncomfortable reaction.
you force your eyes up back to his gentle face, all up tight and stiff as you pulled every part of courage from the tips of your limbs. you lick your lips and stare at him bravely, breathing deeply.
there it is, i can feel it, im going to take this off my chest-"i-i just... i was coping!" or maybe not. you sigh and drop your head, "i was coping... youre homework" you sigh in defeat, shaking your head.
"wow" he laughs boomingly, "i think your moral compass is very strong if you got so frustrated and flustered over coping" he laughs and trails his fingers from your cheek and to your chin, tilting your head and pressing a kiss to your temple.
"besides, you can just ask for help" he smiles, turning back to the desk and to his homework. sighing deeply, you curse yourself and roll your eyes, turning back to the table as well in defeat and shame.
its the way that later that night he trailed both his hands up your arms, your stomach shivvered, and he raised both of your arms up and laces his fingers in yours, pinning you to the bed. if only he knew what it did to you, and how you nearly finished when he leaned down to your ear and whispered huskily, still panting, "good girl", hot breath hitting your face.
you moan out loud, arching your back as you let a high pitched moan leave your throat, curling your fingers into his hand hard, holding yourself as much as you could while he rocked himself into you, chuckling at how submissive and soft you get for him.
when you two finished and laid in bed to get at least 2 hours of sleep before school, he was pressed to your back, his arm wrapped around you and his hand hung over your shoulder. while he slept, you took your opportunity to look at his long fingers, slowly tracing them with your own but stopped when he started to stir.
true, time went on, and you never came around to actually telling him whats going on and now it was just building up. so you decided to just supress those feelings down and muscle through them. like thats healthy.
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when kiyoshi enters the living room, he finds you sitting on the floor with your legs crossed infront of the coffee table, eyes staring up at the playing tv, the notebook on the coffee table long abandoned.
"why are you on the floor love?" he chuckles as he walks into the room, holding a pack of chips in his hands. "oh, i was doing some work" you smile, looking down to the notebook on the table, "i got distracted" you smirk.
chuckling, he walks over you, stepping over your body and sitting in the armchair behind your back, opening his legs to have you sit between them, you leaned back between his open thighs, knees on either side of you.
"well, youre short either way so-" he chuckles when you slap his leg quickly, groaning, and opens the bag of chips, sticking one in his mouth. "what are you watching?" he asks, leaning back. "{insert some show}" you answer boredly, leaning your head on his thigh.
you both watch the show silently except for his ocassional crunch of a chip and the sounds from the telly. at some point, you feel the urge to look at him. not so weird, you loved him so much that you just loved looking at him.
you crane your neck and lay your head back on the limited space between his legs on the armchair, looking up at your boyfriend. he looks down at you and smiles widely, you return one.
he raises his hand up to his lips and licks along his pinky finger the salt from the chip. your cheeks redden and something makes you open your mouth and stick out your tounge, but by the time you realise what youre doing, he chuckles. "sorry love, no more left" he says, saving you from your own awkward position by guessing you wanted a chip.
but even though he saved you-without knowing it-your mouth still stayed open. why? you dont know, but you still had your lips parted, your pink tounge stuck out as you stared up at your boyfriend.
smiling-still oblivious-he sticks his middle and index finger in your mouth playgully, pressing to your tounge. on some weird animalistic instinct, you close your lips around his salted fingers, closing your eyes as well as you sucked on his fingers, rolling your tounge around his salty long fingers, dragging them slowly and pleasurably in your mouth.
eyes snapping open, you realise what youre doing and snap up, his fingers popping out of your with a soft 'pop'. you stand up abruptly, wide eyes looking at kiyoshi whos staring back at you with his eyebrows raised, but more in surprise then in disgust or judgment. but you couldnt take it.
"{Y/N}..." he says lowly in a dangerous voice, and you start stummbling and fummbling, "i havva-gotta-needa-home! my-my cat and the stove! and t-the water with the... the fire-" you fummbled, your arms faliring around as your whole body heat up, redness spreading from your neck and up the tips of your ears.
you start dashing to the door, still muttering words, cursing yourself and prepering to go live in the caribbians, when you realise that this is your house.
"where are you going?" kiyoshi is already behind you, and deciding that youd rather go out on street in his boxers you go for the handle, but he puts his hand on the door and closes it again, trapping you between him and the door.
"please-god please let a meteor fall down and hit me-" you were muttering prayers, not daring to turn around to kiyoshi, but hes stronger then you. hes got mental strength over you, so the second he puts his hand on your waist and turns you around, you comply, and find yourself staring at his abdomen, red faced, trapped.
"what happened? is something wrong?" he asks gently, furrowing his brows. "is it because i put my fingers in your mouth?" he asks worridely, "im sorry i didnt mean anything i was just teasing but you s-" "NO!" and now what {Y/N}? what was your thought behind yelling no?
"i-i mean..." you stummbled again, eyes roaming around, "what are you... talking about?" you ask nervously. "what are you trying to say?" he smirks, "come on dont be shy" he says gently, tilting his head in hopes of finding your eyes again.
now. sighing, you drop your face, "teppei... i cant help it" you whisper, looking down at your feet, kiyoshi feels that somethings wrong. "theres no need to feel bad" he says lowly, yet to know whatever it is youre about to say, and reachs his hand forward gently, his fingers taking your hand.
"you dont understand" you sigh, tightning your hold on his long fingers and raise his hand up infront of your chest. "then help me understand, im getting curious" he smiles gently.
"i-well, its just that..." you sigh, eyes looking at his hand, and you start tracing and rubbing your fingers up his with your own, your other hand coming up to hold his hand up.
he furrows his brows as he starts to piece the pieces together, "i-i dont know why im like this or why your hands do this to me... but... they just do..." you whisper lowly, so embarressed.
"wait... you mean... my hands?" he asks in disbelief, flexing his long fingers a bit. thats not the reaction you hoped for... well, in reality, you hoped for none.
"its embarrassing, but..-" you suck in the shame and squeeze his hand a little in fear you wont get to hold it ever again, letting go of his hand and dropping your own to hug yourself defencively.
"i love everything about you, all of you, but just... i dont know why im like this but i just... love them so much... how big and soft and warm they are" your voice only got lower and lower as you spoke, staring down in shame. "they make me feel just so good and theyre so nice and... i dont know, everytime i feel them i cant help but feel-" your hair started to burn, you were sure, unreasonable tears pooling your eyes, "-turned on. immensly" face dropping down even more, you sniffle, "forgive me"
"forgive you?" what kind of reaction is this?! please, just let me leave and not face this shame- "noone has ever asked me to forgive them for being turned on. by me" he chuckles.
"i thought youd find it weird" you whisper, eyes roaming the floor. "i wouldnt, you know me" he chuckles gently, cupping your shoulder, "i dont mind. and i love you too, every part of you-" "no but i think its different in th-" "i know" he says, putting his fingers under your jaw and tilting your head up to look at his gentle smile.
"its ok. you dont need to feel ashamed infront of me. theres nothing wrong with it, you know" hes wearing a kind smile as his thumb runs along your cheek gently, watching amused as you lean into his touch, wide eyes looking up at him.
smiling, he runs his thumb down your cheek again and down to your bottom lip, resting on it, feeling how hot your whole face is. smiling wider, he tugs on your bottom lip gently and watchs with a smile how your lips opened once again, and he presses his thumb to your tounge, warm and wet, as your soft lips wrap around his thumb and suck gently.
"you know i love you no matter what... youre just adorable" he can feel all of your emotions on the way you suck his thumb, your tounge gently circles around it as he studies your face. "you should have just told me, you know theres no need to be embarrassed around me" he leans down and kisses your cheek gently.
he slides his thumb over the flat of your tounge, and you suck it gently once again, looking at his gentle eyes getting fired up. he withdraws his thumb from your lips, his knuckle grazing the edge of your teeth as he lets go, looking at your flustered face.
"i hope you didnt plan on going out like that" he says, looking you up and down, "in my heart boxers" he chuckles, causing you to chuckle as well.
he puts his hand infront of you and you put two of yours in his hand watching as he turns around and starts walking, you trailing behind him, holding his hand.
"we need to check it. try it" he smiles as he pushes the door to your room open with his back, winking at you and leaning down to kiss you, his hand trailing all the way down your side slowly.
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erm... yes... *hides under a rock* why is he so sweet? so cute! and big hands man-
also, should i post a kurokos basketball x reader book? kagami x reader (and a bit of kiyoshi) thene?
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yours, the red demon♧