real life fantasy ☆ kuroo x male reader
kuroo comes back from his business trip early and the only thing on his mind is getting u all dressed up in the new two piece he bought ya
cw: softdom!top character, sub!bottom reader, frotting, feminization (lingerie), nipple play, fingering, daddy kink, sir kink, breeding kink, creampies
reader anatomy terms/pet-names: dick, cock, boycunt, cunt, hole, entrance, ass, sweetheart, baby, angel
character: cock, dick, length, daddy, sir
an: this was a request!! i can't respond to the message cause tumblr ate it i think but i already had it drafted on my word document lol. as always, hmu if i missed a tag
wc: 4.5k
“what’s this?”
“open it and find out,” kuroo muses from his little corner of the bed, undoing the knot of his tie. you glance back at him, curious, as you fiddle with the thin paper, ruffling it under your fingers.
even half sleep early this morning, you were excited to hear he was on his way back a day ahead of time. your bed was a little too empty and your house quieter than you’d like it to be with him gone these past couple weeks. but even still, you knew he loved to play too much—and from the early homecoming, to the extravagant dinner for two at one of your favorite restaurants (one with an extensive waiting list, mind you), to the numerous gifts he had presented you with earlier this evening, including the pretty little gift bag sitting in your lap that he insisted on you keeping closed till the two of you were in the comforts of your home, you couldn’t quit wondering what his deal could possibly be.
“are you gonna open it or do you wanna keep teasing me the rest of the night?” he smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your jaw and stretch back onto the bed, his unbuttoned clean pressed collar shirt blending into the whites of the bedsheets. he had abandoned his shoes and bag somewhere at the front door with promises to clean it all up in the morning, and his dark hair was messy from absentmindedly running his hands through it all day. yet still, even in the low light of the bedroom lamp he looked so handsome.
“knowing you it’s probably something crazy”
“i can’t buy you nice gifts anymore? I thought you liked me,” he feigns innocence, draping a dramatic hand over his heart. “it’s just a couple things I thought you’d look nice in,”
and his words are genuine you feel as he sits back up by your side to slide an arm around your hips, your body drawing in closer as he pulls you into him. you pause. his hand slipping up under your shirt to find a place on the skin of your waist, right where you remember it belonging. his warm body against yours and the weight of his hand rubbing gentle reassuring circles into your side—it feels right. a comfort you’ve gone too long without. and when a smile tugs at the corner of your lips as he leans down to gently press his lips on your cheek, you remember—you missed having him this close. you missed having him.
“c’mon, I think you’ll like it,” he whispers, nose pressing into your neck after placing one last lingering kiss on your skin, a stray hand settling against your thigh, “for me?”
he studies you, curiously as your hand dips into the bag to fish out a lacy little bra and panties with the thigh garter to match. the black lace was practically see-through, exposing your fingers as you fit your hand up under it. and the whole outfit seemed to almost be sized a size down what with how teeny it was. the realization that it hardly covered much of anything crept into your mind, a warmth spreading through your face as you dipped your head to avoid kuroo’s gaze.
“you don’t like it?” he quirks an eyebrow.
“I haven’t said nothing yet,” you hum, making a sorry attempt to disguise your smile as you measure the bra against your chest, “..you really think it’ll fit?”
.
.
.
and suddenly the plane ride back home feels like a few seconds in comparison to now. hunched over and twiddling with his thumbs on the bed like a fucking dork, waiting for you to make your way through those closet doors. it truly felt like all his efforts were coming to light, and there wasn’t much else he could do to keep his anticipation in check.
kuroo loves his job. truly. but the hours spent sitting at a desk, having meetings over topics that could’ve been shortened to emails had been taking a serious toll on his mind the last couple of weeks. the discomfort itched down his spine and settled in the pits of his stomach. his only saving grace was the little buzzes from his phone alerting him to a new message from you, detailing all the random happenings of your life; your outfit for the day. the random cat hanging around your work that always liked to stop by for a midday meal. the sandwich you had at this one restaurant you swore the two of you would visit when he got back. he looked forward to each and every one of them.
but still, none of it compared to actually having you here with him.
his most recent attempt to fill the you-sized hole in his heart had led to him window-shopping for anything and everything he thought you might appreciate back home, when he had happened upon a lingerie shop just on the outskirts.
now mind you, it was just a quick pop in to satisfy his curiosity—he hadn’t had his eyes set on anything in particular. but you always looked so fine when you dressed up for him. and the longer he looked around, the easier it became to craft this perfect fantasy; you, dressed up in a cute little two piece that stretches around the curve of your waist just right, palming at you through those panties till you’re moaning against his ear. ‘till eventually you’re pushing him back onto the bed and feeling up his chest with promises to make him forget all about a silly job.
and the longer it replayed in his head, the more determined he was to make his way back up to his hotel room to call you up with some relief and maybe bring home a gift or two for the both of you to enjoy.
the slightest creek of the doorway brings him outta his thoughts, eyes immediately flitting to you, all dressed up and waiting.
the garters hug the skin of your thigh and sit right underneath your panties which do little to hide the soft bulge of your cock peeking though. his eyes trace up your tummy, exposed to the lacy little bralette sitting pretty on your chest. the longer he stares, the more he feels the heat pooling in his stomach.
“you like it?” your voice is barely above a whisper; he’s practically staring right through you.
he has to remind himself to breathe, head spiraling the more he studies you.
“oh sweetheart, I love it. you look so beautiful,” he finally gathers himself enough to speak, opening his arms for you to draw close, and pulling you up into his lap with ease. ‘like’ could never even begin to describe what you were doing to him right now. you looked good enough to eat, and heaven knows he was planning on it, “do you?”
his hands frantically trace down your back to your sides, feeling the contrast of the lace on your skin—checking to make sure you’re real in front of him and not one of the fantasies he had conjured up to satiate his aching dick the last few weeks. but from the way your warm skin feels pressed against his fingertips, the way you lean in closer, your breathing heavy and low, he knows this is a real as it gets. and that only makes it all the more harder to keep his cool.
he slides a finger underneath your garter, pulling it back and letting it snap back against your thigh, your breath hitching against his neck.
“sensitive?” he laughs, massaging the skin. you playfully swat at his wrists, leaving him to simply dote on you like he always does. but the way your arms tighten around his neck as you begin grinding onto the tent in his pants so perfectly situated against the curve of your ass tells him everything he needs to know, “you know how badly I missed you?”
how badly I’ve needed this? It goes unspoken as his hands squeeze at your ass, body tensing under his touch, “but you’re all mine now angel, yeah? all for me,”
“all for you,” you echo back all trancelike. the strappy lace almost digs into your skin, just tight enough to sit snug atop your body. sitting practically naked in his lap, showing off as he memorized every inch of your body, you felt almost weightless. your own cock was hard and leaking, rubbing against the fabric of your panties. any more of his teasing and they’d be totally ruined with your pre.
he starts slow. fingers slipping under your lacy bra to ghost over your soft puffy nipples, groping at the skin of your chest, toying with them till they’re sensitive and hard at his touch before leaning down to take a side in his mouth. the sounds of your whines when he begins to swirl his tongue around the bud all nice and slow, sucking at it so he can taste you properly, are music to his ears. and he almost moans, his eyes fluttering closed as your hands tug at his dark hair, begging him for more.
“kuroo,” you whine, hips finding a steady rhythm against him as his fingers dig into your sides, holding you like you’d fall away if he let up for even a second. but you can feel the smile playing on his lips as he presses one last lingering kiss to your chest, wet from his saliva and sensitive to the cold air of the bedroom to move on to the next one.
“fuck, you taste so good,” he groans against your neck, dick twitching in his pants from the feel of your warm skin pressed against his lips. you weren’t making it any easier for him to keep his cool with the way your hips rolled against his, chasing the feeling of his dick nuzzled in between your ass as he sucked marks along the sensitive skin of your collar—he was so close to giving in. more than anyone, he knows what his pretty baby’s been missing. knows what your sweet little moans have been for all this time. knows he’s the only one who can give it to you.
it would be way too easy for kuroo to just take you in his arms and throw you back onto the bed to stretch your hole around his cock like he’s been waiting for all this time. all those thoughts of dressing you up and playing around with you—making you feel as good as you make him feel, finally becoming his reality. but more than anything he wanted to savor this first. he’s spent god knows how long playing this up in his head, after all.
his fingers move to palm at your ass, forcing you down on his clothed cock, digging into your warm skin and stopping just short of your twitching hole. his tongue practically swallows you, tasting every one of your little moans off your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, your own desperate cock rutting against his. it was dizzying. he traces the inside of your mouth, all while moving a hand to the curve of your neck, cradling you close as if you’d break if he wasn’t careful.
he was right in a way. it’s all desperate whines and arms tangling over whichever piece of him you could reach for, the moment he gently flips you around onto the bed for better access. you looked good like this, he thinks. you look good anyway he had you, really. but here he could observe the full expanse of your body and watch as you spread your thighs in the white sheets, showing off the wet panties he had yet to take responsibility for. he did this. he was the one who had you moaning his name begging for his cock. so when your hand takes his, leading it down to where you’re begging to be touched just right, there’s no resistance. just a knowing smile when he starts palming at your dick.
“this okay?” he mumbles, rubbing you through your panties just slow enough to have you falling apart like putty in his hand, “you’re making such a mess.” you can barely manage anything more than a drawn-out whine, unable to do anything but lie down and take it as he keeps you pinned against the bed. he pulls your hips square against his, hooking a thigh around his waist and forcing your legs open so he can commit every perfect little piece of you to memory.
“lemme hear you, baby. please?” he kisses you slow and sweet along your neck before accepting the invitation to lean down and press his lips against yours again like they belonged there.
“it feels so good” you mumble, dragging your fingers along the back of his neck.
“that’s it. just like that,” he groans, jerking at your cock just slow enough to have you going dumb in his arms, rutting your hips up against his hand like it was muscle memory “god I missed you so bad, baby. did you know that?” he tastes your moans off your kiss swollen lips, steadily working your shaft against his fingers till your shaky thighs are jerking around his waist and you’re tugging at the wrinkles of his top. “can I show it to you? show you how badly i’ve missed you?”
“please,” and the moment he hears your sweet moans play at the shell of his ear he busies himself at undoing the buckle of his pants. kuroo didn’t look nearly as put together as he did earlier today, his once crisp shirt unbuttoned and untucked, bright red tie loosely draped around his shoulders and threatening to fall off, aching cock now freed from the confines of his underwear.
he leans down to measure the tip of his cock against yours and obediently, your hands move to hold yourself open for him, “aw, sweetheart. is this pretty little hole for me?”
“yes, daddy” you nod, “all for you,”
his lips curl into a smile as he slowly begins to rut against you with his own hard cock, spreading his pre all along the fabric of your panties. he knows it’s a dangerous game he’s playing with you. he could feel the heat throbbing in his dick the moment you batted those lashes up at him, giving up that tight boycunt for him to claim. it was like you had materialized straight up out of one of the fantasies he had replayed in his head day and night just to satiate his own lonely cock. but this time, the sounds of your moans echoing through his ears, and the feel of your skin pressed against him is real enough to have his head spinning.
“I want you. need it kuroo, please,” your hands falter as you melt from his touch.
but he’s there to keep you steady, grip on your thighs tightening as he brings himself to a slow grind of his hips, “I know baby, I know. I got you,” he grunts, “I’m gonna take care of you, you know that, right?”
but the pout spreading across your face gives him anything but hope.
“c’mere, baby, feel,” he draws your hands to his dick, the look of your fingers just barely able to fit around his shaft sending a jolt to the base of his cock, “see how—fuck—good you make me feel sweetheart? how fucking hard you get me. you’d break,”
you whine at the implication, the desire to be stuffed full overtaking any sense of reasoning in your brain.
“you’re being so, so good for me,” he breathes heavily against the side of your neck, “gonna stretch this hole out nice and wide, I promise.” and so you nod slowly, a cock dumb look clouding your eyes, fingers moving to absent mindedly stroke his cock as he fucks it against your own.
he keeps your legs spread in one hand, the other shifting to rummage through the small bedside table to find any sort of lube—a few curses here and there as he tries to keep his pace wetting his own dick with your pre at the same time. he doesn’t wanna stop feeling you pressed against him for even a moment, his hips moving against yours like its second nature.
you falter when he slows from that steady even grind to wet his fingers with the cold lube, your hands unhooking from underneath the back of your knees to instead present yourself face down ass up, fingers pulling at your lacey panties to completely expose your wet twitching hole. you were desperate. eagerly waiting to feel him finally fill your hole like you’ve been begging for all this time, just the thought of having yourself on display like this was enough to have your hips jerking into him.
“oh, baby, look at you. you’re making such a mess. god, I could probably slide right in couldn’t i?” kuroo smiles, voice light and sweet, hands spreading the soft skin of your ass to display your hole even further, your whines muffled by the bedsheets as he prods at your entrance, fingers rubbing in the cum that’s already leaked from your cock straight to your sloppy hole.
a second finger plays at your entrance, mixing the lube with you guys’ pre along the rim of your hole before finally sliding in to stretch you open. you moan into your pillow as he slides in as deep as he can go, just the feeling of finally being touched where you’ve been begging for so openly sending you spiraling.
“that’s it baby, just relax,” his fingers curl inside to massage at your tight walls, body twitching on his fingers with every stroke. your moans and the wet sounds of your hole reverberate through his ears as he works you open as deep as he can, your ass arching up back into him the harder he presses, “you’re being so good for me,”
your hole twitches at that, and he can feel it. no amount of burying your face in the pillows can hide the way your hands clench at the sheets, trying and failing to ground yourself. the curve of your back as he fucks you on his fingers or the uneven way your hips try and move in tandem with his thrusts. the way your cock drools all over the bedsheets just aching to be touched.
“daddy,” you whine, finally bracing yourself on shaky arms to look back at him with tear-stricken eyes, the sight alone enough to have his angrily hard cock twitching against your thigh. you don’t say anything more, but you don’t need to anyway.
he’s greedy as hell, there was no denying it at this point. so what sense did it make waiting any longer when the both of you know that your body is practically made for him anyways. especially when you—his baby—had just called his name so sweetly. especially when his need for you was so obviously rubbing against the back of your thigh as he presses knuckles deep inside the hole he was so eager to claim.
“hurry. please,”
“are you ready for me?” he hums, a slight rumble reverberating from his chest as he leans down to press a kiss to the back of your neck.
and you nod best you can from underneath him, breathe hitching in anticipation. he drags his cock up the small of your back, measuring just how deep inside you he’ll be before settling in-between the curve of your ass. there’s a slight twinge of laughter as he rubs circles into the back of your neck, tip just barely pushing into your tight hole, “this is what you’ve been begging for right? my dick up this tight ass?”
any words you can use get caught at the back of your throat. with how long you’ve been waiting, it feels like he pushes the tip in mind-numbingly slow, your entrance spasming at his size as you groan into the pillows. it’s hard for him to keep his composure when you’re gripping him so tightly but more than anything he wants to hear you.
“where’d my sweet boy go?” kuroo grits, shallowly fucking his tip, his hands gripping at your hips even tighter as he pushes in deeper, rewarding you with the slow grind of his cock every time your ass jerks back into him like it was made to do, “I just wanna make him feel so, so fucking good. c’mon, baby, can I do that for you?”
a sound, barely a whimper, echoes from your lips the further his cock inches inside you. gently he leans in closer, pulling you out the confines of your pillows by the back of your neck, so he can hear the way you whine out his name, begging for his dick even deeper.
“fuuuck,” he groans in tandem with your moans, finally bottoming out inside you. he grinds himself inside your hole almost forcing you deeper into the bed just to feel the way you desperately twitch around his cock, practically milking him before he could even start fucking you in earnest.
“god you feel so good,” he breathes a low laugh, still adjusting to your hole. even after working you open on his fingers you could still barely take him. it was a heaven he couldn’t believe he had to live without for so long—and one he didn’t plan on ever leaving again.
“nghh, you’re so deep,” you breathe, body overcome with pleasure as you adjust to his length, “please sir. I need it,”
and you don’t gotta tell him twice. somewhere along the way his tie had completely slid from around his neck, pristine collar shirt totally open and disheveled as his hips finally start rocking back into you in earnest. you just fit so perfectly around him, it was impossible for him to imagine stopping for even just a second.
“you take my cock so well sweetheart, look at you,” he draws, voice low and hoarse. his fingers grip the soft skin of your waist like a vice, unrelenting in his pace as your body just melts into him. you were totally out of it, head dizzying with the feel of his dick carving its shape inside you and kuroo wasn’t any better. every sharp thrust was him memorizing every inch of your ass to store away in his brain forever. he wanted to empty himself inside you—make it so you’d be feeling him drip out of you for days.
“god, I missed feeling you like this baby,” he groans against the echoes of the wet slap of his dick against your boycunt, “I’m gonna fill you so fucking good, yeah?”
“yes please, sir. I need it. please,” you practically chant, hips trying to keep up with his timing. you could barely manage it with the way your body shook underneath his grip. he made sure to fuck you hard and deep, just like you needed, his steady pace and promises to fill you with his cum leaving your brain melting onto the sheets, hips moving with a mind of their own in a desperate attempt to milk his dick.
nothing could take him out of this moment. out the sight of the underwear he had bought specially for you threatening to slide off with the roll of your body against his. he was completely blissed out on the feel of your tight walls clenching around him and fucking you till you could never forget the shape of his cock again.
“you’re gonna be good for me, yeah?” he grunts, hand tracing up the curve of your back to pull you out the confines of your pillow, “gonna be a good boy and take it all? take all this cum?”
“yes. please,” you whine, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you do your best to look back and meet his gaze.
“yes what?”
“yessir. I can take it, promise. please give it to me,”
“attaboy, that’s it. gonna take it up this hot fucking boycunt f’me,” his words slur together as he leans down to etch it into your skin, tongue rolling against the back of your neck with every kiss, “I can give it to you baby—fuck. you’re mine. you’re mine and I’m gonna make sure this cunt knows it,”
a tight knot builds inside as his promises to mark you fall from his lips, hips jerking into yours sporadically as he tries to keep an even pace. your back arches even further, body craving his cock just as badly as he needed to give it to you.
“’m close,”
“it’s okay sweetheart I got you,” he pants, “take it. fucking, take- it-“
his mouth finds yours as he finally finishes, cum spilling inside you as his chants melt into groans against your lips. the feeling of the sporadic thrusts of his dick is what has you finally over the edge, moans and whimpers filling his ears as your hole spasms around his dick, taking every last drop. the wet sounds of his cock still thrusting into you as you both ride out your high echoing throughout the room.
you take a moment to catch your breath, almost completely dissolving into the linens of your bedspread.
“did such a good job f’me, sweetheart,” he traces kisses up your shoulder, then neck, warm and glowing from the thin layer of sweat before leaving one last lingering kiss against your lips. slowly he pulls out, hole still clenching around him like it didn’t want him to leave and your body sinks into the comfort of the mattress, shaky legs dangling off the side of the bed.
what was left of his clothes is off now, totally abandoned on the floor as he takes a place right next to you on the bed, rolling over onto his side to watch the gentle rise and fall of your body, hands moving to your ass and fingering his dripping cum back into your sloppy hole, “are you okay?”
his words are gentle and hushed—kuroo gets a low hum in return and the shift of your body closer to his which is more than enough of a response for him.
“this look suits you,” his fingers pull your underwear back into place to make sure not a drop of his cum is wasted, sliding over the soft lace of your garter and settling underneath your bralette to rest on your chest, “you look so fucking good,”
“thank you, daddy,” you smile, turning around to face him. the afterglow settling on you and illuminating your face has his heart swelling more than he thought was possible. but he shouldn't be surprised at this point, that’s just what you did to him.
he makes it his mission to kiss up along any part of your body he can reach as you find your spot pressed against his chest, till every inch of you has been marked by him. and somewhere along the way the two of you shift and there’s a blanket halfheartedly thrown over the both of you under the low glow of your bedroom light—a mess of tangled limbs, drifting to sleep in each other’s presence.
