#ushimae

Looking at the several bowls full of colorful frosting, containers of sprinkles, and Christmas themed cookie cutters you know this will be a fun surprise once Wakatoshi makes it home. You grab the recipe book your mother gave you several years back, remembering this might be the first time you’ve actually used it. The sugar cookie recipe is easy to find in the holiday section, a bonus that it isn’t a tough recipe. Setting everything out you measure everything and get the cookies made, cut, and into the oven for the cookies to bake. 

You hear the front door door open. Peeking out of the kitchen and seeing ‘Toshi taking his shoes off, his volleyball bag flung over his shoulder and resting on his back. “Welcome home,” you chime, wiping your hands on a dish towel and tossing it onto the counter. “How was your day?” 

“Practice was long,” he kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug. “It went well, can’t complain.” He smells nice, reminding you that you’re glad he always showers at the gym before coming home. “How was your day?” 

“It was good, I didn’t have much to do besides clean up here a bit.” You tell him. “I have a surprise for you,” you reluctantly pull away from his hug. “Put your stuff up, then meet me in the kitchen.” 

He turns to go down the hall to your bedroom, then you return to the kitchen. You pull the baked sugar cookies from the oven and place them on top of the stove to cool before frosting them. 

“It smells good in here,” he says coming up from behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

You rest your head back against his shoulder and kiss his cheek softly. “I thought you might enjoy decorating cookies with me for tomorrow.” 

“Oh yes, the Christmas party with your friends,” he says slowly.

“They’re your friends too, in fact you’ve known their boyfriends longer than you’ve known me. So, I think we should consider it YOUR friend’s party.” Despite the differences he’s had with Tooru, they always stayed in touch… even if it was just to bitch at one another and critique their techniques. His relationship with Daichi is far different, since they never met other than the one game in high school, but since you were close with his wife they’d bonded in that odd way men do when their girlfriend brings their friends around. 

“I know, I know. I doubt Tooru will be baking cookies with Khoosha tonight.” 

You laugh at his comment and suggest he’s the one forcing her to bake instead. He laughs then you begin decorating cookies for the party at Kaley’s home. 

“You could make the lines a little straighter on the candy canes,” you say, forcing yourself to stop smiling. He looks flustered while trying to apply the red and white icing evenly, trying to make them perfect. 

“I’m trying,” he says short and clipped. 

You reach over, rubbing his arm softly. “I’m just picking babe, look at mine.” You hold up the Christmas Tree shaped cookie, with green icing and several specks of blue and red to represent lights. “It’s just goofy, it’s fine. Everyone will love them.” 

He smiles and finishes up icing the first cookie. You give him a Santa shaped one, and begin working on a Christmas ornament shaped one for yourself. The flow of decorating, small talk, and pleasant silence takes place over the next several minutes. Ushi riches over you, his hand grazing your chest and making you look up feeling suddenly flustered. He notices, chuckling but going back to working on his cookie. 

You finish the cookies, placing them on a cute tray to take over tomorrow to the party. You bend over to place the cleaned cookie sheet into the drawer under the stove, then feel two large hands on your ass. Wakatoshi fingers dig into the fat of your ass, you stand up and lean against the stove. 

“Babe-” 

“No,” he says firmly, his body pressing against your back and his hands gripping your ass tighter. 

“Daddy,” you clarify moaning as one of his hands reaches around and starts to tease you through your pants. 

“Good girl,” he praises then pulls you away from the stove and spins you around to face him. “Do you want to really please daddy?” 

You nod slowly, biting your bottom lip to contain your excitement. You watch carefully as he reaches over to the right, his pointer and middle fingers dipping into the red frosting and lifting them up to your lips. You part your lips letting him place his sweet fingers on your tingle. Closing your mouth around him you suck lightly, your tongue staking all the frosting from him. 

You keep your eyes focused on his, and he smirks watching you suck on his fingers. “Now get down on your knees for me baby girl.” You open your mouth, taking his fingers out and dropping to your knees. Through his track pants you palm his half hard cock. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back and he lets out a quiet moan. 

Hooking your fingers into his pants and underwear you pull them down around his ankles and take his cock in your hand. You lean forward, taking the head of his cock between your lips. Your tongue swirls around it, before you close your lips completely on him. He groans loudly, his fingers tangling in your curls and pushing you down more on his cock. 

He grows harder and longer in your mouth, making it harder for you to take him fully but you close your eyes and breathe through your nose slowly. You take him all in, the head of his cock pushing against the back of your throat and making you gag. 

“Fuck, you’re so good at blowing me baby” He groans pulling you back by your hair and letting you breathe. “You’re even better at taking me inside of you, baby girl. Stand up, and bend over.” 

You nod, loving how demanding he’s being this afternoon. Usually, it’s understood what he wants since you’ve been together long enough to learn every desire and need when having sex. You lean over the counter and ‘Toshi quickly pulls your pants and underwear down just enough to give him access to your cunt. 

“Are you ready baby girl?” He asks you, the head of his cock already starting to part your lips. 

“Please daddy,” you groan, pushing back against him. “I need you.” 

He chuckles, pressing into you and stretching your walks. You close your eyes, leaning into the counter and enjoying the pure bliss coming from inside you. He starts fucking into you, holding your hips tight, his fingers digging into your skin, you know it’ll leave bruises. The sense of pride you get from the fingerprint bruises makes the pending orgasm so much better. 

“Harder,” you beg, wanting him to ruin you against the counter. He says nothing, but the speed and roughness of his thrusts pushes you hard against the counter nearly knocking the breath from you. 

You cry out as his cock starts to hit that deep spot inside of you that makes you unwind each and every time he finds it when you fuck. As if he can read your mind, he starts focusing his thrusts there, making you cum around his cock crying out for him. 

“That’s right baby, cum for daddy.” 

You grip the counter as he fucks you through your orgasm, your cunt starting to feel overstimulated. However, you can tell by the more erratic and hard thrusts he’s nearing his climax. Within a few thrusts he cums inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You can already feel it dripping down your thighs from your abused hole before he pulls out. He leans over, kissing your neck and shoulders softly as he pulls out of you. He helps you clean up then gets you into a warm bath with him. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear, wrapping his arms around you as you relax against him in the hot bath water.

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