#i find it really funny to think about tho bc makiko's sex drive probably depends on her partner a lot and i feel like

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     @pridewon​​ sent: ❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ (from kuroo to makiko 8))           from: subtle smut

read more right off the bat bc of what i had in mind ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) asdfg tbh i’m SCREECHING

     this isn’t something makiko does very often; touching herself simply doesn’t cross makiko’s already busy mind most days. really, it’s the last thing on her mind, but today? today, makiko woke up from an embarrassingly heated dream. today, she woke up just as kuroo finished buttoning his dress shirt ( her favorite one, too! ), leaving her mind to imagine his physique beneath. and today, kuroo caught her making eyes at him rather than getting out of bed, teased her about it, and then left with a kiss upon her forehead that was sweet but not at all what she wanted. 

     today, makiko is actually incredibly bothered by how handsome her boyfriend is, and he’s not even here to help.

     she never even makes it out of bed, settling back against the pillows and debating whether she should spend the extra time to rid herself of her growing frustration or not. of course, makiko eventually decides she will -- she doesn’t have anywhere to be until later, so it really can’t hurt. what does hurt is how her own fingers can’t possibly compare to kuroo’s, not quite long enough and having to work a little harder to get her to the edge. really, she’s frustrated all over again just thinking how he would already have her coming undone, or how he might get her close just to deny her that sweet, blissful end. 

     makiko’s eyes flutter shut as her mind latches onto the image, easily conjuring up kuroo’s mischievous smirk and his teasing gaze. are you close? he asks, and makiko shudders. of course she is, and of course he would know that. he just likes to see her squirm, knows how embarrassing it is for her to say it. don’t be mean, makiko thinks. kuroo’s smirk grows wider, slowing his thrusts until his fingers are buried inside her but very, very annoyingly still.

     he opens his mouth, and---

     “ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ”

     a startled yelp bursts from makiko’s throat as her eyes snap open to find the real kuroo testuro standing in the doorway of their bedroom, gaze hooded and a smile playing on his lips that looks a little predatory. it’s entirely lost on makiko, though. she’s too preoccupied by the overwhelming embarrassment that turns her already flushed complexion bright red. 

     “ i-i just--- why’re you home?? ” she trips over her words, scrambling to sit up. “ oh my god, how long were you there, tetsuro? ” does she even want to know? not particularly, but she doesn’t exactly know what else to say in this situation. sorry i tried to get off while you were gone doesn’t seem necessary and would be entirely too mortifying. 

     instead the setter hangs her head and attempts to hide behind her clean hand, groaning out, “ why didn’t you say anything? ”