Notes: Based On My Kuroo Post From Yesterday, Apologies If This Doesn’t Make The Most Sense

notes: based on my kuroo post from yesterday, apologies if this doesn’t make the most sense

warnings: cockwarming, creampie, unprotected sex, mild grinding

kuroo thinks he's dying.

actually, he doesn't think—he knows. he knows he's dying.

and it's all because of you.

you, who sits pretty on his lap, cockwarming him.

his skin is scalding hot right now. he's trying everything in his mind to not think of anything with or about you, so that he doesn't cum.

make no mistake — he does have good stamina. but there are days like today where his neediness isn’t apparent to him until it’s too late.

you'd probably think he's pathetic, because well, let's face it—he is when it comes to you. but that's not the point here. the point is, is that you drive him insane and he can't concentrate on anything else. anything of less substance.

it's impossible when you're literally right in front of him. only a mad man would tell you to get up and get off. you feel incredible wrapped around his cock, cunt enveloping him in the best hug possible. his muscles and body are shaking slightly at the feeling. he wonders if you can feel his heart racing with your tits and bare nipples pressed up against him.

this is why he considers you dangerous. you're pretty. so unbelievably pretty, and beautiful and so is your laugh. that's why it will be the very death of him.

he doesn't know if he's touch starved or if it's just his regular male hormones in overdrive, but the sound of your voice sends waves straight to his cock.

he was talking to you about something that happened at work, his fingers tracing your waist and sides, touching every part of you affectionately. no indecent thoughts had crossed his mind (a small lie—there were maybe a few, but not many) yet.

he doesn't remember what he said, but it must've been something really funny because you giggled. it was so cute, kuroo thought he would pass out.

because the problem is that you'd laugh, and your entire body would vibrate. you'd squeeze up on him and he felt like he could barely live, let alone breathe in that moment.

your tits would bounce a little when you laughed, and you would throw your head back, exposing the smooth column of your neck. every part and curve of your body looks so regal while you sit on your throne, his lap—his cock. he has to control every fiber being in his body to not fold you over and rut into you. to not reach over and mark up your neck with his teeth.

and to top it all off, your smile is the greatest thing he's ever seen. you would smile at him and a warm, elated feeling would root itself in his chest. never mind the pervert thoughts crossing his mind of you kneeling in front of him, smiling with a load of his cum on your face.

his balls ache and dick throbs painfully. the position of you on his lap is intimate, but not lewd. but one 'wrong' move could make it so. would make him burst.

and that ‘wrong’ move just happened to be you laughing again. you had grinded back on him unintentionally, but it snapped something in him.

he can’t keep up his poker face anymore, and just hides his face in your neck, grunting into your skin. his hands squeeze your hips hard.

the air is still and the silence between both of you could be cut with a knife. he feels a hand move up to his cheek and you push him back to look at him, bewildered.

“…tetsu, did you just cum?”

“m’sorry,” he says, cheeks pink.

but you both know he’s not sorry.

and it’s okay, because he’ll ‘apologize’ later when he eats you out and has you pass out after multiple rounds.