#sexywintertimecollab

Kuroo runs up the rickety stairs, careful not to spill any water from the glass he's carrying. He is about to dart into the bedroom when Martha spots him, just having exited her bedroom.

Fuck.

Despite him being able to charm most people easily, Kuroo is still wary of his future mother in law, feeling the need to always be perfect around her, especially since he is to spent the Christmas holidays at his girlfriend's childhood home. Being around the older woman just makes him nervous.

"Ah, Kuroo, how are you?" She beams brightly. But there is something suspicious behind her eyes.

"I'm alright. Just taking this water to (Y/N). She's not feeling too hot."

"Yeah, that is too bad. But hopefully, she'll be better by tomorrow. I want you and her to come with me to the annual Farmer Festival."

Kuroo inwardly winces, "oh. I dunno. She seems pretty out of it. I think I may have to stay with her if she still isn't well." And he doesn't want to be alone with his fiancée's mother all day.

"You really don't want to miss this, Kuroo. (Y/N)'s old elementary school teacher sells the best lemon squares in town. She also has an array of embarrassing (Y/N) stories she would happily spill."

Hmmmm. Now, that's actually tempting. Having a load of embarrassing stories and delicious desserts doesn't sound bad at all.

"I could probably go." He gives in.

Martha claps happily. "Great. Oh, thank you. You won't regret this." She continues to make her way down the stairs, but as Kuroo's hand is on the doorknob she turns back. "One more thing."

He raises his eyebrows, "yes?"

"The walls are thin."

Then she continues down. Kuroo blinks, what did she mean by- ohhhh. Right. Okay.

He opens the door and sees (Y/N) on her phone in bed. Earphones are firmly placed in her ears. She smiles weakly when she sees him, taking the earphones out.

"Baby," she squeals. "You're here."

"I am. And I brought you water. How's the headache?" He sits by her feet on the bed, placing the beading glass in her hands.

"How'd you know I have one? I tried to hide it," she murmurs after gulping down most of the glass.

"You can't hide from me. Besides, I know a myfamilyisdrivingmecrazy headache when I see one. I've experienced my fair share of those," he chuckles.

"I can imagine." She grins, "but what took you so long? You left me a while ago."

"Well," Kuroo sighs. "I thought I was home free when your mom caught me in the hallway."

(Y/N) winces, her mother has the habit of being quite backhandly polite, planning out everyone's moves and always calculating. She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Oh no. What did she want?"

Chuckling, he responds: "looks like we're going to the Farmer's Festival tomorrow morning."

She groans. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. I've heard a teacher of yours is selling lemon squares. And you know how much I love geometric citrus desserts," he teases, deliberately leaving out all the embarrassing stories bit.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I know the last thing you want to do is spend hours in the hot sun with my mom bargaining for avocados."

"Aw, c'mon, (Y/N). It's all good. You'll be there too, so it won't be too bad." Kuroo pokes her nose. She giggles. "Oh, and also your mom told me that the walls are thin."

"Oh my god." She covers her face in total embarrassment. "She did not."

"She absolutely did," he laughs. "So, I know you wanted to have loads of hot, raunchy sex in your childhood bedroom but I think we may need to hold off."

"That's asking for the impossible." His fiancée pouts.

Kuroo raises an eyebrow, "wait…babe, I was just kidding. But if you really want to, I guess I could gag you-"

"Me? And what about you?" She crosses her arms defensively.

"What about me?" he smirks, "I can keep quiet. You're the one who goes crazy."

"I do not!" (Y/N) pushes Kuroo playfully.

"Oh yeah?" He crawls over her, trapping her between his arms. He lowers himself on to her a little, ghosting his lips over her neck. "There's a reason the mailman knows my name, (Y/N). And I'm not even talking about the one on our street."

Her cheeks heat up, and if she hadn't been so horny, she'd be embarrassed as all hell. But she'll leave that for later.

She wraps her arms around his back and pulls him closer. They peck each other. Then another one. Then another one. Then another.

Then (Y/N) gets bold and holds him closer, sucking on his bottom lip. Kuroo opens his mouth and their tongues meet in a hot, sloppy embrace. She tugs on his hair slightly and he whimpers.

She smirks against his lips before muttering: "challenge."

"I'm sorry?" Kuroo pulls away a little, still tantalizingly close.

"It's a challenge to see who can stay quiet then."

"Ohhh," he chuckles. "You sure you're ready to lose, honey?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over me winning." She teases.

Her cocky fiancé snorts, "you are so on, (Y/N). So who goes first, me or you?"

"Me!" She says a little too eagerly.

Kuroo laughs. "Yeah. Sounds about right." He immediately gets started on hiking up her skirt.

"Prepare to eat your words." (Y/N) says, rather breathy.

"After I make you squeal as per usual, right?" He whips off her underwear. And dangles it over her face. "You can stuff these in your mouth, just as a precaution."

"Har, fucking har, Kuroo. You're such a- ohhh," she breaks off into a moan as he painstakingly slow swipes his tongue along her slit. "That's not- n-n- uhhhhhh. God. Not fair. Ohhh."

He pulls away, smirking as he gently runs his hands down her thighs. "That's quite a moan you let out there, baby."

"N-no. Just..fuck, shut up." She stutters out as Kuroo goes back to work. He dips his tongue in and out her warmth, enjoying every lap of her musky juices that he can. He's kinda enjoying this a little too much. He adds two fingers at once, watching them disappear inside her tight, slippery walls and come out completely soaked. He chuckles wickedly, which only makes (Y/N) more aroused.

She squirms furiously, covering her face with a pillow to muffle her noises, feeling Kuroo pump inside of her. "More."

The pillow is ripped off her face, he is above her. His long fingers still inside her, unmoving. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

She looks away, but still trying to grind herself against his hand. Kuroo holds down her hips with his free hand. "Tell me what you said. Louder."

"Nice tr- ah!" (Y/N) breaks off into a long moan as Kuroo curls his fingers inside. "You're an asshole."

He chuckles. "And you love it." He pumps his fingers in and out faster, soon adding a third. He dips his head down and kisses her neck, wringing a particularly desperate whine out of her. He pulls his fingers out and immediately starts rubbing her clit. She yelps out in surprise and mad arousal. "Do you like this, huh? Tell me how much you like this? Tell everyone in this fucking building how much you like me touching you like this."

(Y/N) is almost about to explode. "Swap!" She hisses out, biting down on Kuroo's neck. Her family might see the bruise tomorrow. But she'll deal with that then.

"What did you fucking say, you horny bitch?" he growls, knowing this kind of degradation only sets her on fire more.

"Swap. Please." Her voice is in a hoarse whisper. Kuroo does hear her, but he doesn't immediately stop. He goes on for a good while before halting his devious actions.

He watches her while she takes a breath. Then she sits up, all wobbly. "Alright." She huffs. "Your turn."

(Y/N) clambers over to Kuroo and rips off his belt and jeans. She's working rather quickly. Soon his pants and boxers go flying; he's up and at attention.

She lightly runs her fingers down his dick, he hisses in pleasure and closes his eyes. She rubs the precum all over the tips of her fingers and continues to run up and down him. Seeing that he's gotten used to it, she tightens her grip around his hard member.

"Mmmmm," is all he says. She'll have to up her game. She slowly goes up and down. And up. And down. In a slow and steady rhythm. Kuroo obviously becomes desperate because he bucks his hips up frantically to speed it up.

With every buck upwards, a very deliberate lick is aimed at his tip. He lets out these little cute moans, but nothing too damning.

Until, his phone rings. "Oh fuck!" He exclaims, reaching into his pants pocket and fishing out his phone. He checks the ID. His eyes widen. "It's my mom."

(Y/N) almost laughs despicably. Perfect. She nods for him to answer, her hand still around his shaft. Kuroo narrows his eyes at his fiancée almost threateningly as he presses accept.

"H-hey, Mom." His voice is so high pitched. He already seems suspicious. (Y/N) still waits. "Yeah, I'm fine. (Y/N)? Uhh, she's fine too." She winks at him, he rolls his eyes. "Yeah. I'm coping okay. I mean, c'mon. You know parents love me. I'm- oh fuuuuckkk," he whispers out as (Y/N) wraps her mouth around his dick and sucks. "Uh.. nothing. Nothing! I just…I stubbed my toe, is all." She hollows her cheeks more. Kuroo is practically pulling his hair out at this point. "Stop, stop!" He snaps at her, under his breath. That only encourages her to take in more of him. "Ahhh..w-what? (Y/N)? She's…uh, she's n-not here." She bobs her head faster and can hear his's breath hitch. "She's in the shower…God. Why do I sound weird? Well…uhhhh. I'm a little sleep deprived….okay, I promise I will. Bye, Mom."

Kuroo quickly hangs up and groans. "You evil bitch. You're so crazy. I love you."

With a loud pop, she separates, "I love you too."

"Good," he grabs her chin, smiling. "Now, get on your knees."

(Y/N) doesn't even put up a fight. She gets on all fours. Kuroo stays behind her and aims a good slap to her ass.

She yelps and subconsciously leans closer against him, her body asking for more. "You said no noise."

"I'm sure we're allowed the one," Kuroo says all cocky. "Now, hold onto the headboard."

She does so, he positions himself right against her. Their juices already mixing. He rubs his tip against her, driving them both wild.

"Kuroo," she moans, pleading.

"I'll go slow to let you adjust, okay?" He kisses her neck. She nods enthusiastically. "Okay, one, two- unh."

He lies, he shoves himself in front of her fully. (Y/N) stifles a moan, whipping back to him. "The fuck? You said you'd go slow."

A sexy, mischievous smile graces his features. "Oh, did I? Oopsies."

He grabs her hair, gently but slightly roughly yanking her head back as he pounds into her. She wants to moan. So badly. But she can't. The feeling of being filled and emptied is too euphoric.

"T-take it easy," she begs.

Kuroo's other hand snakes away from her hips to her neck and lightly squeezes. A moan seeps from her lips. "You think I'm gonna take it easy on you? This is a fucking competition. There is no playing nice."

"Oh, Kuroooo. Uhhhh.."

"Say my name again."

"K-Kuroo. Please..more." she whimpers.

"Oh, fuck," he grunts. Then suddenly, he stills.

(Y/N) notices this and glances at him, "wha-?"

"Shh," his eyes dart to the door, but he doesn't move. The young woman's heart drops to her stomach, which is no longer burning with desire. Being caught in such a compromising position would be the end for her. After a while, he relaxes.

"Kuroo? What was that?"

He shakes his head and turns back to her, "fuck, I dunno. I thought I heard something. Like someone walking around."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, all this for a false alarm. "Wow." She squeezes down on him.

His knees buckle, "ohh. Sorry, I just didn't want to be yelled at."

"Yelled at? Dude, we're adults."

"So? I still don't want to be yelled at by your parents. I don't want this to be their impression of me."

"Balls deep in their daughter?" She chuckles.

He laughs, "yeah- uhhh." Another squeeze.

"You gotta admit the danger of being caught is kinda hot," (Y/N) grinds against his dick.

Kuroo growls in agreement and resumes pounding into her. Pulling her hair, choking her and digging his nails into her hips.

"You're gonna scream for me, (Y/N)," he rasps out. His movements are becoming sloppy, the closer he comes to coming.

"I'm not!" She pants out. Their wet bodies are slapping together, soaked in sweat.

"Oh, yes you are. You don't have a choice. You're gonna scream for me. Or else, I'm not gonna let you come."

"What? Fuck!" A particularly hard thrust jostles her a bit, slamming the headboard thumping loud against the wall. "No. You can't do that."

He chuckles. "Uh, yes I can. It's my dick."

"No. I'm not screaming."

"We'll see." He reaches his arm to the front and expertly starts rubbing her clit. She whines and wriggles against him. Moans clawing at her throat.

"Ohhh, (Y/N)," he whispers into her ear. "You look so sexy right now. But God, you'd look so much sexier moaning. Shaking the walls. Letting people know who's pleasing you like this. You'd feel so much better."

"Shut…uhh, up."

"Oh, fuck. You're close." He feels her walls tighten around him.

"No." She wheezes out her lie.

"Fucking liar," he hums against the hot skin of her neck. "I can feel you about to come." And abruptly he pulls out and leans back. "I guess I should stop then, huh."

(Y/N) huffs and faces him. She's not happy.

"Aw," Kuroo's lips loop into a grin. "Why do you look so upset, baby?"

"Why did you think?" She snaps.

"Is it because I didn't let you come?" He cooes, "looks like you should've given me what I wanted."

"Look, I don't need you. I can make myself come." she narrows her eyes, triumphantly.

"Uh, sure," he half laughs. "You could do that..instead of me doing it, reaching in all the right places and giving you the physical closeness that you love so much. Instead of me choking you and nibbling on your ear and rubbing your clit. Until you come so fucking hard on my dick you forget your own name."

(Y/N) isn't so triumphant any more. "I-"

"So. Yeah, I guess you could get yourself off but would you really want to?"

"Ugh, Ku-"

"No. Of course not," he ignores her. He crawls over her, making sure he's rubbing dangerously close against her. "So let's end this cute back and forth, shall we? And you can do what I want so I can fuck you the way you want- no, the way you need." She whimpers. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Okay, fine." She pouts, "I'll do it."

"Yeah, you will." He plunges into her and wastes no time slamming against her repeatedly. "Yes, baby. Oh, fuck. Just like that. Uhhhhh. Beg for it."

"Kuroo, please, please fuck me harder."

"Louder, (Y/N)." He demands, "fucking louder."

"Uhhhh! Kuroo! More. More. Ahhhh."

"Yes," he rasps out. "Uhh, scream my name and what you want me to do to you."

She obliges, way more energetically than they both expected.

They approach the climax together, releasing at the same time and slumping against each other. Their breathing is sloppy and their bodies are sticky but they don't care.

"Thank you, baby." Kuroo pants, "you might get in trouble for this. But thank you for indulging me."

"You didn't give me much of a choice," she jokes.

"I'm sorry." He kisses her. Then he edges a little away. "I still fucking beat your ass though. I win. And I deserve an award."

"Ugh, fine. I'll buy you lemon squares tomorrow. If my mom doesn't disown me."

"And sex in the kitchen? When we get back home?"

"Keep dreaming, buddy." (Y/N) says deadpan.

"One day," Kuroo mutters menacingly. Before his partner can work her sleepy brain enough to speak some more, his phone rings again. "Jesus, is it call Kuroo day today?"

"Seems so." (Y/N) closes her eyes with a sleepy mumble.

"Oh, fuck." He snaps.

"What?" Her eyes snap to him.

"It's your mom."

(Y/N) frowns, suddenly feeling very worried. "Why is she calling you?"

"I don't know. She probably heard us…well, heard you. Wait," he answers the phone on speaker before (Y/N) could smack him. He flashes her a goofy smile. "Martha, hey. How- how are you?"

"I'm alright." She sounds chirpy considering all she heard leave her daughter's room. "(Y/N)'s father and I have gone to pick up her sister from the airport. We'll be back before Tom gets back from his baseball practice. Just keep looking after (Y/N), okay?"

"Uh, will do." Kuroo flashes a relieved wink at his fiancée.

"Thank you. We'll see you in about half an hour. Bye."

"Bye." he hangs up and breaks into laughter, "dude, we could've been so screwed."

She runs her hands through her hair, "I know. Lord, that was too close. I guess those footsteps you heard were my parents leaving."

"Yeah- whoa! Watch where you're touching, I'm still sensitive," he shifts off of her.

"Sorry. Sorry." She pauses, "actually not sorry, you absolute cheat. You cheated, you don't deserve sympathy."

"Wow. Fucking harsh." Kuroo rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, "do I get kisses at least?"

(Y/N) smiles at him sweetly. "All the kisses. But you owe me a rematch."

Kuroo smirks cockily. "You got it, baby."

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