|| Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ||

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«Mentioned lemon»

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Judging by the disgusted scowl on his face, you must've serewed up something today. You didn't even talk to any other guys today. What was his problem now? He took a step forward into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind. The entire room rattled from the shock. Now becoming nervously fidgety on the edge of the bed, you tightened your thighs together. Knowing what was coming next, you were getting a somewhat scared pleasure rush through your body.

"So," he began crossing his arms over his chest, "what's up with leaving the tank top at home?"

Kuroo basically wanted you to keep yourself concealed, so he's forced you to wear a tank top under all your shirts. Today you decided to take it off since it was getting too sweaty underneath.

"I don't know what the point is with me wearing that when I barely have any cleavage at all?" you softly spoke the sad truth tensing your body up.

"It's form fitting so that clumsy idiot Lev doesn't look straight down at you," he scoffed degrading at his own teammates as usual.

"Im sor-" trying to weakly apologize as usual you were cut off.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," his darker and possessive side was oozing out from his dorky shell.

Instantly knowing what was coming next, you prepared yourself for being pinned down to the bed. Lips hungrily encircled yours in the same feral fashion as always. His hot tongue shoved past your thin lips to massage against your own wet muscle. Drool was leaking from your mouth, but all you could do was accept the rough kissing. Pulling away for a breath of air, he dove back in for another needy kiss. His hands

didn't even bother pinning your wrists down.

"Next time you slip up, I'm bringing out that collar," he growled lowly in your ear. Licking the shell of your ear, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

Not even bothering to cover your mouth, audible moans bubbled from your throat. The bite marks and hickies he left behind were enough to draw blood. He paid extra attention to dotting your collarbone with marks. Dragging his teeth along the bone, you felt tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. When he bit down on a certain place, you couldn't help but jerk upwards at the pain. Your lower area bucked up right against his.

"You expect me to give you what you want after that?" he muttered licking and kissing all the marks he made.

Biting your lip, you shook your head.

"First you don't listen to me, now you want me to do other naughty things to you?" his hands slipped around your hips and pulled you forward against his thigh.

The only thing that slipped from your mouth was a weak whimper.

"I'll see about that my naughty little disobedient kitty," he grinned before jerking your lower body against his perfect thigh.

A lewd sigh escaped your lips then. Confused disappointment washed over your body as he didn't grind you against his thigh again. His hands moved from your hips to the hem of your shirt. A lump formed in your throat as he gently pushed the fabric up. Now dotting your stomach with less rougher kisses, the sudden shock of arousal caused you to slap your limp thighs shut. He noticed and halted his actions.

"Beg for it," he slyly whispered before closing his teeth on the waistband of your skirt.

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