-> synopsis: you decide that your husband needs to take a break and wind down
-> cw: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, handjob, fingering (f!receiving), creampie, a sprinkling of praise
-> wc: 1.8k
Kuroo is unsure of how long he’s been sat at his desk but he knows it’s been far too long. The words on the document before him blur together each time he blinks, and his brain feels sluggish and drained. Nevertheless, he stretches his arms above his head, groaning when he hears his joints pop, and gets back to work.
Barely 10 minutes later, there’s a soft knock on the door of his office and he wearily calls out, “come in,” before it swings open.
“You’ve been stuck in here all day, baby. Come to bed.” He smiles ruefully at you as you pad into the room barefoot, wearing only a thin nightdress to combat the summer heat.
“I know, but I need to get this finished.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair as you loop your arms around his neck, burying your nose in his dark hair.
“You need to sleep,” you murmur, kissing his crown softly. He hums noncommittally, running his fingers over your forearm as he stares blankly at his screen. “And the bed’s so cold without you.”
Your whisper makes him smirk tiredly, and he tugs you around so that you can clamber into his lap. He pushes his chair back to make room for you and holds you loosely by the waist. Usually, he’d make a smart comment about how it’s summer and therefore not actually cold. But he’s exhausted, and far too busy soaking up how you fit into his arms.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face.
“Don’t be, I’ll just keep you company,” you decide and he glances at the clock on his PC.
“It’s late.”
“My point exactly.”
“Go to bed, I promise I’ll be done soon.”
“Liar,” you sing. He’s too tired to snark back, sighing when you lean forward to drag a soft kiss over his collarbone.
“‘M not,” he mumbles, head tipping back as you lazily sweep your kisses up the column of his throat. Your lips leave a trail of warmth up to his jaw, before you capture his lips, affection dribbling down the centre of his chest and pooling in his belly.
“Come to bed with me,” you murmur against his mouth, reaching behind you to push the button that turns off his screen. His grip on your waist tightens, all of his attention on you and your lips, savouring how plush and pliant they are. Your fingers are brushing over his neck, roaming aimlessly over the warm skin.
“Maybe for a little while,” he breathes but stays put, continuing to kiss you slowly, more deeply. Each press of his lips urges you closer, to push against the contours of his body in an effort to feel more. His tongue slips against your teeth, before you coax it to stroke along your own. He tastes you thoroughly, each breath that wisps over your cheekbone growing heavier as he clutches you to him.
Something hard pokes at your ass and you smirk, drawing away briefly to fix your eyes on him. Your fingers thread through his hair and tug gently as you resituate your hips so that his crotch is in contact with yours, already bare under your pyjamas. Kuroo is quickly beginning to feel weak with want as you slowly begin to roll your hips down on his quickly hardening length, the little blood that’s left in his brain rushing to his cock. All from a few kisses.
“Baby, I can’t-” he says, strained and halfhearted.
“Shh, just relax.” Softly, you knead at his muscles and kiss his neck, trying to help loosen some of the tension in his shoulders. His hands find purchase on your hips to help guide you back and forth at an agonising pace.
“Been working so hard, haven’t you?” you coo and he nods, expelling a breathy groan.
His skin prickles and hums with pent up desire, only now realising just how long it’s been since you touched him like this. Your hands are soft, warm as you smooth them down his torso and tug at the waistband of his sweats. Fingers tease at the skin just beneath, dipping further and you briefly acknowledge that he’s sans underwear, like you. His grip on your hips tightens, blunt nails almost digging into the flesh as your fingertips graze the shaft of his cock.
“Aha,” you grin, and he snorts, dark eyes glittering with mild amusement. His smile parts over a stuttered breath as you take him in hand, heavy and pulsating, running down to his tip and finding it slightly damp with a bead of precum. Rolling your thumb over the head, you spread it over his flesh, dragging it over his skin as a little more leaks out. Your hand moves languidly, in an idle yet practiced fashion, that is equal parts frustrating and delicious. Each hot huff of air that falls from his lips curls over your neck, before he buries his face there, a deep groan rumbling in his chest.
“Wanna touch you too,” he mumbles, so you hike your nightdress up in invitation with your free hand. When he feels the absence of fabric between your legs, he quirks a brow and asks, “did you plan this?”
“Maybe,” you say nonchalantly.
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?” Your breath hitches as his finger glides over your clit. You’re wet, and your arousal continues to grow as he strokes sweet little circles into the hardened bud of nerves.
“Like a charm.”
Your combined sighs and pants begin to fill the little space left between you, breaths mingling before you lean in for another kiss. It’s messier this time, bound in desperation, a thin line of spit tying you together each time you briefly pull away. He swallows every exhale, greedy for whatever you offer him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, a drawn out, guttural thing that makes you clench around the long finger he’s now dipping inside you, testing the waters. It’s a gentle exploration, one that never fails to heat you up and turns you into putty, especially when he slips in a second finger.
“Lift your hips for me, baby.”
You do as he asks, hovering off his lap as he uses his other hand to reach inside his pants and wrap around yours where it strokes at him. Together, you release his cock from the worn material, and together, you let it glide through your wetness. He slips his fingers out of your pussy and uses them to spread more of your slick over his cock too, before he helps you slowly sink down on him.
“Shit,” he gasps, sliding his hands around your hips to grasp at the flesh of your ass, pushing and kneading at it, hoping it’ll somehow ground him. He’s tethered to you in every way, and he’s beginning to float into clouds with you in tow.
He knows that you want to take care of him like this, to take the lead and make him feel good. But he also knows that as soon as he’s sheathed inside you, prodding at your walls, that you’ll struggle to keep control.
Just like him.
“I’m ready when you are,” he says, and he can see a little focus return to your eyes as you lift yourself almost all the way off him before allowing gravity to tug you back down. You move slowly, kissing him as you go, and he’s happy to keep you in his lap for as long as time will allow, reveling in every breathy moan you pour into his mouth.
The room is warm, you’re warm, and so is Kuroo. He feels heat inside and out, beading on his skin and bubbling under it. Everywhere you touch, it blooms and bleeds, and Kuroo loses himself to it.
“You always feel so good,” he praises between kisses, hissing when you clench down on him. “So good to me.”
You press against him, tits brushing his chest with every bounce, as his hands begin to wander under your nightdress. One hand glides up, over your waist and towards the swell of your chest, the other, to your spine. He’s so indecisive when you’re joined like this, aching to feel every inch of your skin, to hold all of you and love you down to your marrow.
The buildup is gentle. You savour every thrust, every kiss, every brush of fingertips over sweat-damp skin as your bellies twist and tighten. It’s just you and Kuroo, taking your time enjoying each other’s bodies, something you haven’t done in a while. Yet you still know it vividly, all the places you’re sensitive, the curves and textures, all seared into your hearts over many years. For how does one forget what the other half of their soul feels like under their palms?
“Can I go a little faster?” he pants, and you nod, whimpering “please,” when his hands tighten on your backside.
With his feet firmly planted to the ground, he guides your hips, actively thrusting into you a little more harshly all the while listening to the sweet breathy chorus of whined tumbling from your lips. He feels the way you tighten so keenly, arousal dribbling from where you are united. But he’s struggling to keep pace, completely lost in the way you flutter around him, the chair creaking from your combined efforts. His muscles are wound tight, and as his movements grow sloppy, you both know that he’s reaching the edge all too soon.
“‘M close.”
“Cum for me, Tetsu,” you urge, and that’s all it takes to tip him over the edge. He grits his teeth as weeks of tension snaps, and his orgasm washes over him. Thick spurts of cum coat your insides, each thrust growing weaker until he stops, breathless when he’s finally done. His climax has left him boneless, like he’s been submerged in a tub of hot water, and his grip on you finally loosens. Every muscle feels gooey and heavy, buzzing pleasantly as he basks in the afterglow.
Gentle fingers brush away his dampened fringe, soft lips following with softer kisses. His eyes flutter shut as he gradually comes back to himself, content to let you shower him in warm affection.
Slowly, you lift yourself off his cock and he almost whines from the loss of your heat. You reach for the box of tissues on his desk, taking a couple and wiping at the sticky mess between your thighs, before tossing it in the bin once you’re done. He kisses your temple gratefully when you snuggle into his chest.
“You didn’t finish did you?” he asks after a moment and you shake your head no. He frowns, disappointment etched into his brow. “I’ll have to fix that.”
“It’s okay,. This wasn’t about me anyway.” He hums, unconvinced, before he heaves a sigh and stands up with you in his arms.
“Well, it is now.”
“Just come to bed with me. Please?”
“But-” Your fingers pinch his lips shut, effectively silencing your disheveled husband.
“It’s okay.”
“Is not,” he grumbles, still pouting when you pull your fingers away and kiss him softly.
warnings: vulgar language, public teasing, primal themes
A/N: This is a little longer than I expected so I capped it cause I didn’t wanna go over 1K lol. Lmk if y’all want a part two :)
Kuroo is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are turning white. You were out at dinner with a few friends, and you couldn’t help yourself. The two of you playfully tease each other all the time, and you didn’t think tonight was going to be any different. He just looked so good tonight, and the restaurant was dark, so no one would be able to tell.
The meal went smoothly, but as the night progressed, all your brain could think about was his dick. Kuroo’s dress pants hugged his figure perfectly, showing off his sculpted legs. The way the pants wore a little snug against his ass and crotch was truly just unfair. You place his large hand onto your thigh as he spoke, watching his thumb start to rub your soft skin. You watch the way his hand practically spans across your thigh, and all you can think about is how it felt against your throat earlier in the day. The way his fingers have the power to make your entire body submit to him. Your mind is clouded by lewd thoughts, and you just wanted to go home, and he knew.
Your eyes told him everything you were feeling; he could see the desperation in your gaze. Leaning in to kiss your cheek, he whispers, “be good for me and wait a little longer, okay? I promise when we get home, I’ll take care of you.”
You tried to be good. You really did, but you couldn't help yourself.
The conversation at the table continues, but your mind is preoccupied with something else. You accidentally drop your fork on the floor, excusing yourself as you reach down to pick it up. It lands between Kuroo’s feet, almost testing your self-restraint as you reach between to get it. Letting your hand run its course up his leg, up along his inner thighs as you sit back up, you can feel his muscles tensing. The grip he has on your thighs tighten as you palm against his groin before settling back in your chair, placing the fork down onto the table. Silently wincing at the pain from his grip, you can tell he’s ready to go home as well.
Soon after, everyone began getting ready to leave. Exchanging goodbyes with your friends, the two of you make your way to his car, or rather, he’s dragging you by your hand. Once you’ve settled into the passenger seat, he slams your door shut before walking over to the driver's side.
The ride home was silent. The tension in the air was so thick, you could practically claw at it if you wanted to. Neither of you spoke, but there was no need for words. Sometimes Kuroo didn’t like to play games, and times like this remind you just how dominant he can be when he wants it.
“Do you like being a little attention whore? You just couldn’t want another thirty minutes, could you?” he asks in a low, raspy tone as he pulls into your driveway. You swear he can hear you swallow at his next words. “You want to be cute and play games, right? I told you if you were good, I would take care of you.” He grabs your face between his fingers and forces you to look at him, “you didn’t listen to me, did you?” You shake your head, and he hums before faking a surprised gasp, his smile turning sinister. “So let’s play a game, baby. I’m going to count to five. You get to the count of five, and however long I decide to take to get to the bedroom to completely strip and lay down on the bed. We both know I’m going to have my fun with you, but if I get there before you’re done, well, I guess you’ll just have to see what I have planned for you.”
He cocks an eyebrow at your shocked expression. Leaning back into his seat, he turns his head away from you.
“One”
Staring blankly at him, you’re not sure if he’s being completely serious or not. You go to reach for his hand, but he just smirks and undoes his own seatbelt.
“Two”
Understanding your predicament now, you fling your door open, not bothering to close it, before bolting up to your front door as your fingers fumble to get the right key. Quickly unlocking the door and kicking off your heels, you can hear him in the distance closing the car door. Your own heartbeat is pounding in your ears as you reach behind your back, trying to unzip your dress as you stumble up the staircase.
“Three”
Tripping over the last step, you’re able to make it into your bedroom before successfully pulling down the last of your zipper. The sound of the front door closing echoes through your home as your start to shimmy your way out of your dress.
“Four”
Stepping out of your dress and throwing your bra somewhere around the room, you make your way towards your bed, mindful not to fall as you yank your panties down. Kuroo doesn’t make a single noise as he watches you struggle to fling your underwear off your foot. Hearing you sigh in relief as your crawl onto the centre of the bed, he struts over and hooks his fingers around your thighs. Letting out a shriek as his fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you towards his body, he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Five. Come here, I got you.”
So I just read your naruto/fem reader shadow clone fuck and ma’am
You’re doing the GOOD work SHIT
But really thanks tho bc there’s not a lot of Naruto/reader smut and a girl is confused bc he’s so hottttt?? He doesn’t get near enough attention as some other naruto characters in fanfic
Summary: Your ex-boyfriend comes walking back into your life, causing a whole bunch of emotions to resurface
Pairing: Terushima Yuuji x black!fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of past relationships, like two handfuls of angst, real fluffy at the end, A LOT of dialogue at the end, Terushima being soft, brief mentions of sickness (like real brief), hurt/comfort, exes-to-lovers?, a huge misunderstanding, it gets really stressful at one point in this thing, implied past reader x oc, smut!, fingering (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, little bit of aftercare, i gave Terushima has a dick piercing LMAO, domestic things, mentions of alcohol consumption (reader gets drunk), it’s basically an emotional rollercoaster, Terushima being suggestive *sighs* i think i covered everything
Word Count: 12,881 (BITCH im sorry it wasn’t supposed to be this long)
A/N: This was originally going to be apart of the writing event that I was doing, but this was really long, and it took me a little bit longer than I thought so I figured I would just do it separately. And also I tried to do fluffy smut, I don’t really know if I did that lmao. But anyways, enjoy!
P.S.: I also gave the reader a name bc this is really long!
“I think I have more lights in the back, I’ll go get them,” your best friend tells you, and you nod as you continue to hang up the lights on the top of your shop.
Although you realize your mistake when you lean over, and the ladder starts to slip. “Shit,” you whisper, and you feel your heart drop, fear coursing through your body as you feel the ladder going down and not stopping.
You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact on the freezing cold concrete, but it never comes. “Oh, my God, are you okay?!” It’s a deeper voice, and you open your eyes to see that you’re nowhere near the ground and that you’re in someone’s arms.
You’re still a bit shaken from the fear of the fall, but the voice and the scent are all too familiar and it brings you back fairly quickly. You look up and see a face that you never thought you’d see again.
Okay so....Nsfw head cannons of Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa, and Bakugo walking in on their fem! black! S/O twerking in dolphin shorts 😏 Not even average twerking, flat out Megan Thee Stallion knees twerking. Letting her booty defy gravity twerking. And even sitting down but still managing to bounce her cheeks twerking. Let them see magic unfold before them ☺️ (She prolly jamming to Body by Meg)
Funny story actually, I was writing this hoe n I made it all the way to bakugo then I leave the app for TWO seconds and I come back and it’s all gone 😐 and I’m not writing it again bc that really ruined my entire month I’m not even playing, so I just won’t be writing this I’m sorry 👩🏽💼 that just really pissed me off
Needy Kuroo! Needy Kuroo! Needy Kuroo plz!!! He’s always so smug and collected, I wanna see him crumble for dat wap! He’s been so horny but his gf is trying to make dinner 🥵
18+
“Mm..”
Your boyfriend groans, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck. He hadn’t seen you all day and that sexy pic you sent him during his business meeting definitely had something rising, and it wasn’t Jesus.
His hands, previously settled on your waist, slowly snake their way into your shorts, playing with the brim of your panties. “Hm? What’s gotten into you,” you ask, knowing damn well he had to sit through that entire meeting with his cock straining painfully against his slacks. “You know exactly what...” he replies, rubbing his hard on up and down your ass.
You continue to stir the pasta in the pot, acting completely oblivious to your boyfriends obvious advances. “I don’t know what you mean, baby,” yes, yes you did. You knew exactly what you were doing. You almost felt bad, but riling up a very needy kuroo always meant the best sex.
“Stop fucking around yea? Just turn the stove off for a second.. c’mon, gimme a kiss,” grabbing your chin with his hand, he turns your face towards him, placing a stern, wet kiss on your lips. “You feel that?” He sighs, as one of your hands start palming his bulge, “you did that...I’ve been like this all day...”
You quickly turn off the stove, turning back to make out with the needy man behind you. Picking you up, Kuroo walks over to the side of the couch, and bends you over the edge. “Playing dumb, yet you were this wet?” He says, feeling the wet patch through your shorts. “Yes, only for you daddy...” moaning, as he rubbed you through your shorts
It was only a matter of time before he had your shorts and panties discarded somewhere on the living room floor. Wasting no time, he sank two of his long fingers into your wet heat, attacking that spongy spot he knew you liked. “Fuck! Tetsu,” your breathing grew heavy, and moans louder as he continued to stretch you out.
You whined from lack of touch as he removed his fingers from your dripping cunt, licking off your excess juices. “You taste so fucking good baby...lemme fuck you good yea?” He said under his breath. You hear his belt buckle unclasping as he takes out his girthy length. He gives himself a few pumps before smearing his precum along your clit with his tip.
He sunk his entire length into you with a moan, “Fuck,” it felt almost too good to come home and sink his cock into you, after being denied any form of relief the entire day. “How are you so fucking tight.”
Not even allowing you to adjust, he started thrusting his hips at a brutal pace. “F-fuck, Tetsu, slow d-down-”
“What? Slow down? I know you can take it, you’re my good girl.” He lets out, hands digging even deeper into your hips. At this point, he’s fucked you stupid, only slurred words, and loud moans escaping your lips.
“Yea? That feel good? I know you like it when I hit right-” he gave one particularly hard thrust “here,” he panted out.
You managed to get out an “ ‘m c-close-,” through his hard and brutal thrusts “Yea me too baby... f-fuck you feel so fucking good.” You could tell he was close by the way his rhythm grew more sloppy. “Fuck, yes, baby, keep doing that, keep squeezing me, ‘m gonna cum-”
With a few more of his thrust, you came undone with a loud moan, euphoria washing over you, as you milked his cock, sending him over the edge. Soon enough, his entire body jerked forward “I’m cummi-fuuckk,” spilling his seed into you, as he let out a pretty moan into your ear.
After coming down from your highs, kuroo grabbed a rag to clean you up
snack run | Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader X Kaminari Denki (BNHA)
Warnings: 18+! Drug use, Public Blowjob, Prostitution
i have had heaps of people ask about this, so I thought id bring it ‘home’ ♡︎ enjoy!
You really didn’t plan on this, but that’s how the story always goes, doesn’t it?
Denki’s lips are on your neck, the small of your back grazing the rough bricks behind you, your eyes cast upwards at the glowing KFC sign illuminating the storefront. You’re both a little drunk—and he’s a little high, too—but your eyes drop to scan the immediate vicinity, hyperaware of the possibility of being seen.
imagine being able to make kuroo cry while topping him- 🤭
i- 🤭
IMAGINE HIM SOOBBBBING AND BEGGING YOU TO STOP CUZ HE CANT TAKE IT- 🤭
YAAAAAAAAAAAAALL IM LOOSING MY SHIT RN
picture kuroo under you rn. sobbing. begging. whining. trying to grab onto anything but he can’t cuz his hands r restrained. his cheeks flushed, tears streaming down his face and he can’t stop moaning.
⇾ Warnings: this shit nasty fr 18+, also CEO!Kuroo bc that’s sexy,
⇾ Authors note: In honor of my husbands birthday, I decided to write this nasty ass shit😜. See, ion know what demon POSSESSED me to write this but...🧍🏾♀️anyway, Y/n is implied black, but if you’re not black it’s ite!! There will be some use of AAVE on Y/n’s part tho, and she not finna be one of them “I-I-...b-but k-kuroo!” Shy bitches NONE OF DHET. She a bad bitch and that’s on prd. (Shy bitches still bad doe!!) is this self indulgent? Yea idc 💃🏾
It was officially November 17, your husband’s birthday. When you had woken up, kuroo had already left for work, so the bed was empty. For the past week and a half you’ve been contemplating what to get him. You see, for your birthday, kuroo always showered you in gifts, money, clothes, anything you wanted. That was exactly the problem. Kuroo had the money, the expenses and the power to get anything either you or him wanted, what could you possible get him that he couldn’t already afford himself. For the past couple years y’all were married, you two always went to some fancy restaurant to eat, then went to a hotel to have some casual birthday sex. This year, you wanted it to be different, you wanted it to be special.
You walked into your local bar in a thin, golden bodycon dress, with a black, expensive fluffy jacket, that just made your skin pop. You just looked like walking money. And ofcourse kuroo had to have his girl walking around with that Hermes Birkin 30cm Himalayan with diamond hardware. You looked around the bar before you saw kiyoko waiting at a table. “Heyy shimizu” you gleamed, sitting down at the empty seat across from kiyoko. “Hey, Y/n-Chan” she replied, passing you the drink that was preordered.
“So.” You sigh.
“So? What’s wrong?” Kiyoko questioned.
“I don’t know what to get tetsu for his birthday...” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.
“I’m sure he’ll like anything you get him.” She reassured.
“Girl, but listen...This man got 4 cars, 3 houses, a visa black card, and a bad ass bitch. What more does he need...wtf do you be getting ryōsuke for his birthday??” You questioned
“Well, he usually likes anything I get him. It’s all about the thought y/n. You love him right? Any gift from your heart, he’ll like.” Kiyoko answered.
“Girrrr....you right, you right. Matter ah fact, I have an idea.” You grabbed your lil birkin bag and started to get out the chair “thank you shimizu! Make sure you get to the party at 7:30, tetsu’ll be back at 8!” You said as you rushed out the bar.
You made your way to the expensive lingerie store that was right next to the penthouse you live in with your husband. You quickly entered the store, looking around for something sexy, but cute, but nasty. Kuroo would never admit it, but he gets flustered easily. When you bend over, when you lean down infront of him and he gets a nice view of your tits, when your skirt’s a little too short, when you call him in the middle of a business meeting, and he has to excuse himself so he can fuck his fist to your moans and cries over the phone. You knew exactly how to rile him up, and that’s one of the things he loved about you.
You’ve been browsing the lingere sets at the store for a while, before you see it. A perfect thin, red, sexy, lingerie with garter belts. Not to toot your own horn or anything, but this would just make your skin pop. You quickly grab the set and pay for it, making your way back to the penthouse after.
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It was currently 7:58. Kuroo was expected to arrive at 8. Guests were under the table, hiding behind chairs, any possible place a person could squeeze themselves into. You were hiding under behind the kitchen counter with kiyoko. “Psst. Shimu,” you whispered.
“I’m right here y/n..” she replied.
“Right... anyway, guess what I got tetsu for his birthday.” You asked eagerly.
“Your love and affection??” She answered.
“Girl no...well yes...but no.” You said.
“Then what?” Kiyoko questioned.
“I got 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒.” You replied
“You’re making him wear lingerie??” She said.
“...😏” You smirked
“I’m kiddi-”
*clack*
The door to the penthouse opened slowly and everyone let out a big
“SURPRISE!”
Bokuto ran up to kuroo and gave him a big bear hug “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!” he exclaimed. Kuroo went around greeting everyone, and thanking them for showing up. You were still talking with kiyoko before he started to approach you. “I should leave you two alone.” She she said before walking away to talk with her own husband.
“You planned all of this for me, baby?” He cooed as he took you into his arms for a hug, “yessuh, anything for you.” You said nuzzling your face into his chest. He started to place small kisses down your neck “fuck...I missed you...” His breath was hot against your skin “not here...let’s wait till the party’s over okay, babe?” You wanted to, you wanted to so bad... but one thing about kuroo is he goes feral when you make him wait
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11:00. The last few guests had left a while ago, and kuroo had just got done finishing his shower after you had yours. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled chest on full display. This man was always so damn fine, like whew fuck it’s getting hot in hea fr. He sat next to you and started kissing ur collar bone, slowly removing your robe from your skin.
“You don’t understand how bad I wanted to fuck you,” He whispered into your skin. “I was hard the entire night...”
He completely removed the robe from your skin. “Oya? What’s this, baby?”
“Surprise.” You moaned slightly as he slid his hands to grip your ass “tonight, I’ll let you do anything you want to me..”
He halted in his movements “anything?”
“Mhm~” you reassured
You reach down to palm him through the towel, “someone’s really excited.” You say as you stroke him slowly. “That’s because my girl looks so damn sexy right now...and she’s letting me do whatever I want tonight.” Kuroo reaches down to rub circles on your clit.
“Mm~” he stick his tongue down your mouth as you let out your moan. “You’re so wet...it’s seeping through your panties and spilling onto my fingers..” he grins “only for you, daddy..” you say.”
“Fuck..the whole day I was thinking about coming home and fucking you... I even jerked off to the thought of you at work today,” He flipped you over onto your hands and knees, “Now you’re here...all sexy for me.” The towel slid off, and so did your panties as well. “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, you won’t be able to walk or talk after..” he cooed, rubbing his tip along your folds
“W-wait tetsu, you just not gon prep me or n-fuck!!” He slammed his cock into you with a deep groan.
“Just Shutup and t-take it... fuckk...you’re tight.” He moved in and out of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Faster daddy..” you moaned out
“Yea? My baby’s feeling good?” He picked up his pace and started jamming into you harder. You lifted your body up slightly. “Stay the fuck down.” He growled as he grabbed your neck, not wanting to mess up your hair. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” He was picking up the paste and hitting that one spot he knew you liked. You were moaning loudly into the pillow before he flipped you over onto your back.
“I wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He started fucking you slowly in mission watching his dick get covered in your cream as went in and out. He then took your hand and put it on your lower stomach. “You feel that baby?” He picked up his pace slightly. “You feel how deep I am? Fuck.” His eyes were tainted with lust, and cheeks painted with blush. Your hand felt each and every thrust he was putting into you.
“F-fuck tetsu, you’re so big..” you whimpered. Kuroo was always a sucker for praise. “Yea? Look at you, you’re such a good girl taking all of it.” He groaned out.
“Open your mouth baby.” He stuck two fingers in your mouth coating them in saliva, then slowly sheathing them into your other right hole. You whine out at the stretch. “I want both of my kitten’s holes to be filled tonight.” He let out as he stretched your ass.
“Shit, relax baby, you’re so tight you’re gonna cut off my circulation.”
“F-feels s’good” you moaned as he continued to satisfy both your holes. “C’mere baby.” He pulled you into the reverse cowgirl position. “You knew what you were doing naughty girl” he groaned as you bounced on his dick “shit...dressing up...fuck...like that.” You were squeezing him so tightly and it just felt so good.
“Yes, I knew..mm~” there was no point in lying, you knew exactly how kuroo would react. He landed a smack on your ass “I’ll have to punish you princess,” you heard a spit noise come from behind you, then felt a warm trail of saliva roll down onto you right puckered ass hole. Kuroo massaged the liquid around the hole “fuck, you think my dick would fit in here? My cum dripping out of you pussy and you ass? That’s so sexy..” you winced as he stuck his thumb inside. “Shi.. does it feel that good? You like that? You’re squeezing so tight, fuck.” He groped your ass, letting out a low moan.
“Suck your cream off my dick baby.”
“Yes daddy.” You replied getting off of him and on your knees. You take his girth cock into your mouth. You started bobbing your head quickly, tasting yourself on his dick. He place a firm grip on the top of your head. “Y-yes, just like tha...mm.. fuck.. your so good to me baby.” His hips started bucking into your mouth roughly, you could tell he was close “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
He grabbed your head halting you to stop. “I wanna cum inside you..”
“Then do it daddy, cum inside me...”
“Fuck. Get on your hands and knees.”
He slid back into you once again letting out a deep moaning after regaining stimulation “how are you still this fucking t-tight...no matter how hard I fuck you...fuck.” He leaned forward and stuck his fingers in your mouth while pounding you into the mattress.
“Mm~ tetsu I’m close~” you whined out
“Yeah? Cum for me baby, milk my cock, I’m gonna stuff you so good.” Ah yes, an even more feral kuroo...truly delicous. “I’m gonna fill you up with my kids...fuck what if you get pregnant.” He groaned. “You’d look so cute with your tummy swollen.” He started picking up his paste, pounding into your sweet spot even harder. “Tetsu, I’m- nngh~ fuck.” Your orgasm washed over you, you were completely fucked out, but he still kept pounding into you.
“Fuck. That’s right, cum on my dick.” One of his arms were on the headboard while the other was wrapped so comfortably around your neck. “C’mon baby. Cum for me one more time. I know you can do it.” He grunted
“I c-cant tetsu.” Your body was still shaking in ecstasy. “Yes you can, c’mon” The hand around your neck reached down to rub your wet clit rough and fast. Needless to say he had you cumming in no time. “Fuck fuck fuck tetsu-”
“Shit, I’m almost there baby, just hold on for a littl- fuck.. bit more.” His thrust started to grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m cu-uh..nngh.” He let out the most deep and beautiful moan as he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. You fell onto your back and kuroo right on to of you.
“Fuck baby, that was the best birthday present ever.” He huffed, still out of breath
“Mm~ tetsu! You went too rough..now I’m finna be aching all day. My entire body hurts.” Yo complained.
“Atleast your sexy and in pain.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Stfu.”
Fin.
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Did I proof read this? No🧜🏽♀️ anyways I wish kuroo a happy birthday mwah 🥰
↳ pairing: kuroo tetsurou x female reader
↳ genre: fluff, smut, light angst; husband!kuroo, CEO!Kuroo
↳ word count: 5.6k
↳ warnings: swearing, mentions of self doubts and anxiety, soft dom!kuroo, praising, body worshipping, light/sugar coated degradation, creampie, daddy kink, choking
↳ A/N: This is very, very, very self indulgent and inspired by @/seita ‘s most recent kenma fic because I’ve been thinking about that one a little too much and if you’ve been following me for a while, you know Kuroo is my ultimate boyfie and that of course applies to husband, too, so since I’ve been craving this kind of validation a lot, here we are. I genuinely hope you guys enjoy this fic and please let me know if you did. all the love x zade
↳ summary: you finally get yourself to ask your hardworking husband for his attention, not knowing he’s been craving yours just as much…
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