Story's on archive so you can read here (smut)

Bokuto kurro kenma

"You've been grinding against people on the dance floor like a whore all evening," Kenma's eyebrow arches up, he's holding Kuroo's chin in a firm grip and making it hard for the older one to look away, so Kuroo keeps the eye contact, despite his cheeks growing rosier and rosier. He swallows but doesn't deny the accusations. They had a good night, he was drunk on sugary cocktails, and when Kenma didn't wanna dance, Kuroo found random but handsome strangers to be the perfect partner.

"Not even denying it?" Kenma clicks his tongue and squishes Kuroo's cheeks a little harder. "If you are such a slut maybe I should whore you out like one?" There is a mean glint to Kenma's eyes and it makes Kuroo shudder.

"You know I only want you, kitten" he mumbles in a low voice, looking up to Kenma. What a rare view, but the way Kuroo is standing in front of Kenma, who is sitting on a stool next to the bar which is on a slightly raised platform, makes Kenma tower over him by a few centimetres.

"Liar," Kenma accuses and pushes Kuroo's face away with a huff when the black-haired man tries to lean in closer to kiss his boyfriend.

"Kenmaaaa," he pouts and reaches out, trying to tangle his arms around the smaller man's body to get his attention. "Baby? Daddy?"

Finally, Kenma looks at him again and then pushes a glass into Kuroo's hand.

"Drink this, you aren't just a whore, you are a drunk whore and I need you to sober up a little before you take your punishment."'

Excitement, fear and a little arousal thrum through Kuroo's body, when he takes in Kenma's stern face and voice. He means it, maybe he is a little mad and just maybe Kuroo had anticipated that when he had pushed his ass into a tall and bulky dude while making eye contact with his boyfriend.

"Yes, sir," he gives Kenma a wonky smile and drowns the glass in one go, and then quickly takes the opportunity of Kenma opening his arms to step closer and lean against his smaller figure.

Kenma's fingers run through Kuroo's black hair, when he looks at him his eyes suddenly go soft: "Don't forget your safe word, ok?"

What an odd thing to say, Kuroo thinks, and nods.

He presses a kiss to Kenma's lips and wonders why he suddenly feels so sleepy. The noises of the club start to fade out of his awareness and non of his thoughts make sense anymore, his mind feeling like molasses-slow and stringy.

When Kuroo looks into Kenma's eyes again all the softness is gone, replaced by a mean smirk.

"You are gonna get exactly what you wished for, my precious little slut," is the last thing he can hear, Kenma's lips looking like they move in slow motion before Kuroo can't think anything at all and everything goes black.

His face stings, when he finally comes to himself, Kuroo feels disoriented, his head is pounding a little, and he has no idea where he is when he opens his eyes.

"There he is, finally joining our little party," hearing Kenma's voice makes relief flood through his body for just a moment but then he remembers the bar and the look on Kenma's face. Kuroo closes his eyes again because everything looks blurry and makes the feeling in his head worse. Suddenly a sharp pain blooms across his cheek and his head gets thrown to the side by the force of Kenma's slap.

"I told you to open your eyes, baby boy," Kenma's finger softly glides over his burning cheek and Kuroo's eyes fly open.

He doesn't recognise the room, it's not their bedroom, the lights are dimmed and give off a warm glow. He is curled up at the end of a bed and when he looks behind Kinema he sees a big mirror opposite the bed. One glance makes him realise that he is naked. The next thing he notices is that his arms are bound behind his back, and when he looks up to Kenma who is standing over him, he slowly thinks this must be part of his punishment.