its 6:57 in the morning and you can vaguely feel kuroo’s cock pressing against you.
with his hand pressed against your soft stomach, he silently presses against your back. you’re not really awake, but you’re not exactly asleep either.
kuroo loves morning sex, he likes to feel you and hear your whiny sounds as your eyes struggle to adjust to the early light— as they adjust to him intruding your peaceful sleep.
he’s a pervert, he thinks for a moment; wanting to press his fingers into you while you’re barely awake. he thinks he should feel guilty, but you always react so dubiously that he can’t help himself.
with his cock still rubbing against you methodically, he reaches for your little shorts and slips his hand down to your soft sweet cunt.
he runs his hand over your thighs, and every part where you connect with him. it’s not enough.
he’s slipping a hand between your folds, gently feeling you. there was no intent to get you off; just a pure moment of wanting to feel you and touch you. he slips a single finger into you and its him groaning into your shoulder.
“baby?” he murmurs against you and a small noise comes from the back of your throat, “you’re so soft,” you can hear the smile in his voice.
“i have to, baby,” he’s sitting up and gently prying your legs apart, “i have to put my cock in you baby, okay?”
he’s not really asking, more so just letting you know. he’s not wearing a condom.
your body twitches up into him as he enters you, just letting himself feel around you. your hands move up to his arms as you murmur that he “shouldn’t”.
“i don’t see you making much of an effort to stop me,” and you just let yourself whine, eyes pressed closed as kuroo is everywhere on you.
“but we shouldn’t, kuroo, we can’t,” he thinks it’s funny when you act like this because as soon as he takes his cock out, you’ll whine and groan, just like you are now. you’re so predictable.
so he does that. he moves down to your neck, kissing you lightly over, and over again. “just the tip, please. please?” you’re begging, just like he knew you would. he loves you.
“oh? just the tip?” you nod quickly, “okay baby, just the tip.”
it is not just the tip.
with one hand, he’s holding your legs up; giving himself the world-class view of watching his cock disappear into your pretty pussy.
you’re breathtaking like this. smooth, and sweet and pretty. he can’t help himself, and how could you even blame him? not when he’s so close to you, and so sweet to you as he’s smiling down at your batting eyes.
“what is it? talk to me, baby,” no words come out, just a soft hiccup coming from your lips. “you don’t have to do anything, you’ve done enough,” his eyes soften with the softness in his smile; which do not correspond to the way hes moving in and out of you.
kuroo and you have never fucked without a condom before, and it shows. it feels so intensely different, with the knowledge that this is something you shouldn’t be doing, it’s explosive.
“gonna cum in you, yeah? just let me take care of you.”
“kuroo, we- we can’t, we shouldn’t,” you’re pathetically murmuring, hips moving up towards him. everything you’re saying is contradicting your actions, it’s silly.
“okay baby, yeah, i won’t, dont worry, ” kuroo lies. with your face buried into his neck, you mouth at the skin there, unable to say much.
he tells you how good you feel, how your cunt is so soft and he just can’t help it.
“you’re so warm,” you whine into him, the feeling of him cumming in you foreign, it doesn’t feel right.
kuroo reaches down to kiss you wherever he can manage to reach you, his arms keeping you where you are.
“good morning.”
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