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— TAKE IT OFF, LEAVE IT ON | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: what happens behind closed doors

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, trophy wife!reader, ceo!kuroo, light dom/sub themes, mirror sex, fingering, blowjob, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise, teasing, body worship, they’re two saps in love >:((((

-> wc: 3.8k

-> a/n: the saga continues

-> series masterlist

Once the front door clicks shut, Kuroo smothers you with his tall frame.

Kisses blend together, from your mouth to your cheeks, to your jaw and your throat and back again. Warm lips drag a little roughly over every bare inch of your skin, leaving behind wet little trails as you stumble towards the stairs, wrapped in his arms. His tongue is in your mouth curving up to stroke at the roof of it, a deep groan vibrating in his chest when you softly suck on the wet muscle. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he gasps, parting from you briefly. “Hold on tight.”

In one smooth motion, Kuroo hoists you into his arms bridal style. Automatically, you cling to his neck, fingers sinking into his dark hair as you lean in to paint his neck in crimson kisses. Hurrying up the stairs to your bedroom, he almost stumbles when he reaches the top due to one particularly cheeky nip to his pulse.

“Careful,” you hum as he catches himself, the bob of his throat heavy and warm against your smudged lips.

“Don’t distract me while I’m carrying precious cargo,” he says, nudging the door open with his foot and kicking it closed behind him.

“I wasn’t trying to distract you.” He carries you over to your large bed, gently placing you on the edge of the mattress before he kicks his polished shoes off and sinks to his knees before you. 

“It’s cute that you think I don’t know how that pretty little brain works.”

Just as he’d helped you into your shoes (that were hurting your feet right now, in all honesty) Kuroo delicately pulls them off, fingers dancing on your skin as he loosens the ties and slips them off your feet. Gently, he rubs at your ankles and the soles of your feet in turn before he sets them on the plush carpet, pressing soft kisses to your sore ankles. 

But he doesn’t let go.

His hands follow the familiar path up your calves to your thighs, resting firmly on the warm flesh hidden under swathes of silk. Peeking up at you, he grins, craning up to kiss you once more. You capture his face between your hands, licking into his mouth as he tries to press closer. 

“Let’s get that dress off you, hm?” he murmurs, lips brushing softly against yours as he speaks.

“Please.”

Kuroo stands and offers you his hand, reeling you in flush against his chest. You brace yourself by resting your palms on his pectoral muscles, sliding them up to unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie. You can feel the heat of his palms through the fabric of your dress, warm on your hips where he squeezes before they roam up in search of the zip holding the garment together. He pauses once he finds it.

“I almost don’t wanna take it off,” he hums, fiddling with the tiny piece of metal between his fingers. “It looks so fucking good on you. I can’t decide.”

“Don’t you wanna see if I'm wearing your gift underneath?” you ask coyly, trailing your index finger down the centre of his chest.

“I do,” he breathes, tugging it down a little, making a soft buzz as it travels down your back a few inches. He huffs  “God, this is the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make, I hope you know that.” Your answering giggle makes his scowl deepen, but the zip continues its reluctant journey down the planes of your spine. “It physically pains me that I’m taking this dress off you.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“I am not,” he says petulantly, your back now exposed to the warm air of your bedroom. He splays his fingers over your spine, feeling the bumpy ridges of it when he pulls you closer, the lacy fabric of his gift soft under his fingertips. “But at least I get this as compensation.”

Extracting yourself from his embrace, you allow the supple material to slip off your torso, pushing it over your hips and letting it pool at your feet like a puddle of fresh blood. Kuroo groans, cursing under his breath at the ‘compensation’ you offer him so generously. 

“I thought you wanted the dress to stay on?” you coo, reaching out to tilt his chin up. You cluck your teeth disapprovingly. “It’s rude to stare, Tetsu.”

“Fuck the dress, what dress?” he says breathily, half in a haze as he takes your hand away, too busy raking his eyes over your barely clothed body. You don’t blame him - it’s a beautiful set. It compliments your skin tone beautifully, perfectly hugging all the hills and valleys that make up your body. Your tits are nestled prettily in the bra, framed by soft lace and sheer fabric that does almost nothing to shield your perked nipples from his greedy eyes. The matching underwear also leaves little to his imagination and Kuroo didn’t know he could love the colour red any more tonight. “You’re definitely gonna kill me.”

“You literally set yourself up for this,” you snicker. The look in his eyes, overflowing with need and raw hunger, makes your stomach flutter, any possible thoughts of being insecure washing away. It’s truly devastating that he can make you feel so sexy with just one glance.

“Give me a spin,” he says. Lifting your linked hands above your head, you twirl on the spot, earning you a low wolf whistle that makes your cheeks go warm as he tugs you back towards him. “Shit, I could eat you whole.”

“Why don’t you?” 

“Maybe I will.”

Just as he smirks and slants down to kiss you again, you jolt in his arms, wriggling out of them as though scalded. “Wait! I forgot to take my jewellery off!”

Kuroo sighs, following you into your dressing room as you hurriedly take out your earrings. The clasp on your necklace, however, gives you some trouble. Familiar hands brush your fumbling ones away gently, pushing your hair from your nape to bare it to him. “Let me.” 

You watch your reflections in the mirror as he unhooks the clasp. It’s large, the way you’d wanted back when you designed your home together. It covers around a third of the wall perpendicular to your dressing table, twice as tall as it is wide with a golden gilded frame. 

“Have you got it?”

“Yep,” he says, carefully taking it away from your decolletage and dropping it in the still-open velvet box it was stored in. He feathers a kiss at your nape, settling his arms around your waist, thumbing at the skin between your belly button and the waistband of your underwear. Dipping his thumb beneath the elastic, his kisses travel to your shoulder as he holds you flush against his front so that you can feel the stirring of his cock still trapped in his trousers. Teasingly, you wiggle your ass back against him, a soft hum reverberating in your throat when his other hand palms one of your thinly veiled tits.

“Don’t go tearing anything,” you hum, letting your head loll back against his shoulder with a sigh. His hands are always so gentle and warm, always touching you tenderly, reverently. It makes you melt in his hold.

“Not this time,” he agrees, nipping at your earlobe and grinning. Your fingers snake into his hair, scratching his scalp gently as you both fall silent for a moment whilst Kuroo peppers your skin aimlessly with his love. But his hands quickly grow restless, roaming lower, squeezing firmer, until you’re squirming into his touch, trying to chase those languid fingers.

“I hope you don’t plan on just looking at me tonight,” you huff, spreading your legs a little to lure his fingers down to your aching core.

“I do, actually.” He chuckles, pecking your cheek when you glare at him through the mirror, lips tickling your ear as he whispers. “Don’t give me that look baby, you’re gonna make my cock even harder.”

His words make your skin feel hot, his fingers disappearing deeper into your underwear until the tips find your clit, wet and pert. “Do something about it then,” you gasp, swallowing the whimper that rises up the back of your throat. 

“Right here?” Grasping your cheeks gently, he tilts your head to meet your reflection, cooing in a teasing manner. “In front of the mirror? You wanna see what I see? Well in that case-”

He relinquishes his hold on you for just a moment, pulling out the chair tucked under your dressing table and placing it a few feet away from the mirror. It’s just big enough for one person, so he seats himself and spreads his thighs, patting one invitingly. “-come take a seat, princess.”

Biting back a smile, you settle on his lap. Immediately, his hands find home on your legs, manoeuvring them to arc over his so that he can hold you open without the use of his hands.

“That’s better,” he says, stroking the soft skin of your inner thighs. “Comfy?”

“For now,” you smile, turning your head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“You’ll forget all about it once you’re cumming around my fingers,” he teases, licking your lips playfully. With his chin perched on your shoulder, he pulls the gusset of your panties to the side. Eyes glued to the strings of arousal that web between your flesh and the fabric, he hisses appreciatively. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetheart. Hold this for me.”

Taking your hand, he guides you into keeping the fabric tucked out of the way so that you’re vulnerable to his dexterous hands. 

Spreading you wide with his thumbs, he croons in your ear. “Look at you, your pussy’s drooling all for me.” Lightly, he grazes his forefinger over your clit, watching you twitch under his simple touch. “You want me to touch you there?” he murmurs, stroking it again, grinning when you clutch at his forearm and suck in a shaky breath. “Or here?”

Drifting down, his finger circles your entrance, refusing to dip inside your warmth. “Tetsu,” you whisper, desperate for his hands to move with more purpose, completely ignoring his questions.

“I want you to watch. Keep your eyes right here.” He sinks in his finger down to the first knuckle, letting you clench around it before he pulls it away. He repeats the action, fucking you shallowly with the tip of his finger, the opposite hand flitting around your clit. “I want you to see how you take me. First my fingers and then my cock. That sound good?”

Nodding, your hips buck up in search of more pressure, to suck his fingers in deeper, but he just chuckles and pulls away to press his wet finger against your lower lip. Your jaw loosens as you part your mouth to welcome it in, meeting his darkened, almost glowing eyes in the mirror as you suck on it. Fighting back a grimace at the flavour that invades your tongue, you make every effort to lick his skin clean and wet it with your saliva. 

“Eyes down, baby,” he says, dragging his spit-soaked finger out and over your plump lip, your eyes following the path he traces down your chin, then your windpipe, the centre of your sternum and belly until he finally returns to your core, dripping with your arousal. Your skin burns, half with embarrassment, half with need.

“Don’t tease,” you whine quietly, wearing a cute little frown. “Been waiting for this all evening.”

“All evening, yeah? What a coincidence. So have I,” he murmurs, mercifully plunging two fingers inside you. The two of you watch how your cunt stretches around them and sucks them in, the soft shimmer of your juices clinging to your butterflied flesh, quiet moans escaping you both at the erotic display. It’s hypnotic, watching him like this, rather than just feeling what he does to you with those gorgeous hands. Seeing him knuckles deep in you, occasionally daring to glance at his handsome face as he coos and praises you, makes you feel even wetter. Your heavy gazes meet in the mirror and you clench around him with a desperate mewl.

“Look at the pretty faces you make,” he whispers breathlessly as your lips part in an ‘o’ when he rubs your clit a little more firmly, your brows knitting together. You squirm in his lap, hips jerking as he pushes you towards your peak. His fingers gather speed, squelching in and out of you obscenely. “Look at how beautiful you are when you’re about to cum.”

“Fuck! I-”

Your face contorts as your orgasm sweeps over you, lips parted, body arching away from his torso, thighs trembling from being held open, a loud amalgamation of curses and moans falling freely from your lips. “That’s it, oh you’re squeezing my fingers so tight baby, fuck.”

Kuroo kisses you softly as euphoria dims and fades and your panting slows into deep breaths, rubbing soothingly at your thighs.

“Can you do something for me?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to hollow beneath your ear once your breathing returns to normal.

“What is it?”

“Undress me.”

Shifting to kneel on the floor, you hold his gaze steady as you reach up to his tie, loosening the red silk until the knot unravels. Tossing it aside, you trail your fingers delicately over his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing under your fingertips when he swallows. Smudges of red in the shape of your lips stain his skin, stark against the pristine white collar of his shirt. You undo the rest of his buttons, smoothing your palms over his torso reverently. 

“Y’know, I could look at you all night too.” You bite back a grin as you graze your fingers over his nipples, giggling when he jerks a little in surprise. “All smart and sexy. All mine.”

His shirt slips off his broad shoulders, revealing the smooth skin of his toned biceps and his narrow waist that dips down into his inky black trousers. 

It’s moments like these where Kuroo falls silent, unable to find the retort that usually sits ready on his tongue. How can he say anything, when you look at him with such raw, unfiltered love that he feels naked even though he’s still half dressed? You’re the only person who could ever make him feel like this, wanted and loved,  with just a glance - like he’s more than just a suit and a winning smile.

Patting his thigh twice signals for him to stand. Your hands go to his belt, unbuckling it before unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. The black fabric is worked off his narrow hips before you peel them away from his strong thighs. Once he’s stepped out of them and he's left in just his black boxers, you peek up at him with an impish smile, settling your palm over the bulge straining against the cotton. Gently, you squeeze, earning a hiss from the man before you.

“Easy,” he says, stroking your cheek. Nuzzling into his touch, you squeeze again and this time, he groans quietly. “Who’s teasin’ now?”

“It’s just a little payback for making me wait,” you say innocently, tugging his boxers down. “Now sit.” His cock bounces a little once it’s free, already stiff and leaking precum from the tip. Licking your lips, you dip your head and drag your mouth over his thighs, sucking at the unblemished inner skin, marring it with lipstick and love. Your kisses climb slowly as he pushes your hair back, cradling your skull in his hand whilst you take your time spoiling him. 

Pulling back, you lazily run a single finger up his cock, from root to tip, tapping thoughtfully at the head. With a hum, you pillow your cheek on his thigh and bat your lashes up at him.

“Is it my turn to get you to watch now?”

Kuroo smirks, scratching gently at your scalp. “If that’s what you want me to do.”

“Okay,” you smile, circling the head of his cock with your finger. Your husband exhales softly, eyes still rapt on yours as you echo his requests from moments before. “No looking at me. Eyes up, Tetsu.”

“This feels bizarre,” he says honestly, cocking his head to the side as he observes his own reflection, his lower half concealed by your kneeling body. You snort, glancing behind you.

“I know,” you say, leaning forward to press a kiss to his tip with a resounding smack of your lips. You lave his cock in wet kisses, down his shaft and up again, transferring what little pigment remains on your stained mouth. 

“You’re pretty from behind too,” he teases, groaning when he looks down to see you suckling on the tip of his cock, your lips parted around it. 

“What did I say?” you pout, pulling off to glare up at him.

“Okay, okay, ok-ah! Shit!”

Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you suddenly slip him into your mouth, amused by his reaction. There’s pink bleeding over his cheeks and ears, blooming over his chest as you bob your head, letting your saliva pool under your tongue and drip down his sizable shaft. The slurping noises coming from your mouth are at complete odds with your innocent humming as you take him further down your throat, relaxing your muscles the way you’ve taught yourself to do for him over the years.

“Slow down,” he pants, his grip in your hair tightening as his head lolls to the side and he curses under his breath. Drool soaks your lips and chin, dripping heavily down his length when you pull off to take a few steadying breaths of air, blinking away the tears that have gathered in your waterline. Your hand replaces your mouth, slowly stroking him as he struggles to compose himself. He tilts your head back, watching you with dark eyes and a heaving chest. “Red was the perfect choice for you. Little demon.”

Giggling, you roll your eyes, surging back in again, lower this time. Your tongue pokes out to lap delicately at his balls, his hitched breath spurring you on to engulf one into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck on it, still squeezing his cock in your fist before you release it with a pop and a devilish little grin, offering the same treatment to the other. You can tell he’s close from the way his abs flex, the light sheen of sweat that coats his skin and of course, the salacious noises that he can’t seem to contain.

“You gonna cum?” you ask, rubbing your thighs together at the deep moan that slips from his lips. He grunts affirmatively, his fingers flexing, unable to grasp anything to ground himself. Weak to the beauty of your husband on the brink of falling apart, you give in and tug off your soiled underwear, slowing the slide of your hand on his cock. He almost whines when you let go completely so that you can move to straddle him, guiding his slick length to slip inside your pulsing cunt. You both groan in unison as you come together, until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching you magnificently. He pressed his forehead to your sternum, fogging your skin with his heavy breaths. “Then cum inside me.”

Rocking your hips in a grinding motion, you reaccustom yourself to the fullness in your lower abdomen, his cock throbbing heavily inside you. You loop your arms around his neck as he clutches you tightly, his grip near bruising. “You feel amazing. So amazing,” he breathes, pressing kisses to the valley between your breasts. His hands knead at your ass before finding your hips that rise and fall slowly, massaging his cock with your hot, velvety cunt. 

“So do you,” you gasp, letting your head fall back a bit as he kisses his way up your throat before finding your lips. Fingers dig into the soft give of your hips as he gathers his wits enough to guide your motions until he’s bouncing you in his lap. The sound of skin slapping skin rends the air, the cacophony of your moans and desperate panting joining the fray.

For the briefest moment, Kuroo’s hazy vision settles on the mirror and your sweaty bodies caught within. He catches a glimpse of how your cunt splits open to swallow his cock, of the glossy mess gathering where you meet, how your flesh ripples with every movement. So he grits his teeth and takes it upon himself to fuck you harder, lifting you up and down his cock with his own strength, until your nails sink into the skin of his back and you’re mewling for release. 

He’s babbling on about love and devotion and all the things that make your heart so full it hurts, but you’re too lost in the way your clit grazes his pelvis to let it sink in. “You’ve got no idea what you fuckin’ do to me,” he grunts, shifting an arms to wrap around your waist as the other finds your swollen little clit. 

It doesn’t take much longer, a few more thrusts and clumsy circles on your clit and you’re the first to let go, keening into his mouth shameless as your pussy constricts around him. He’s quick to follow, stilling as he cums inside you, filling you with thick warmth that makes you whine softly. You’re both breathless, chests heaving together as you slowly recover, Kuroo’s cock softening inside you, though he makes no move to pull out. A cottony feeling fills your bones, leaving you limp and pliant as you flop against his chest, snuggling against his bare skin. 

“Love you,” you mumble, tiredly kissing his heartbeat.

“Love you too,” he whispers, his lips brushing over your hair as his pulse slows. “My pretty baby. Let me look at you.”

“Stop,” you giggle, leaning back to see him wearing a gooey, lovesick expression.

“No way,” he grins, peppering your face with soft, ticklish kisses that make you laugh and squirm in his lap. “Never.”

With his nose tucked against his cheek and your lips at your ear, you shift your hips a little and whisper. “Carry me.”

“Where to, my lady?”

“Bathroom,” you hum, before a cheeky grin crawls over your cheeks. “Or bedroom. You can pick.”

“Bedroom it is,” he chuckles, kissing your cheek as he stands with you in his arms in one swift movement. “You wouldn’t give me the option if you didn’t want more. Horny demon.”

“Not true!” you scoff and he cackles at the affronted yet flustered expression you wear. 

“Is so.”

“It isn’t.”

“Yes it is,” he whispers, biting the fat of your cheek affectionately. “You’re so transparent.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” you say mockingly, sticking your tongue at him. He responds by nipping it lightly. 

“Nope. I wouldn’t be a very good husband if it did.”