One Shots

anniversary | kyrie irving

for @-kawhi i didn't have any ideas sooo hope you like it 💛
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You got out the shower and put on your favorite Bath and Body Works lotion and perfume. You slipped on a lacy bra with matching panties and a pink robe before putting your hair in a ponytail.

You heard yelling downstairs and peeled your head over the stair ledge. You were fuming. It was your two year anniversary with Kyrie and instead of him trying to spend it with you, he invited his whole team over. The whole team over at your house on your anniversary with your husband.

You nodded and put on a tank top with a pair of Kyrie's Polo boxers. You walked downstairs and waved at the boys before going to the kitchen. Kyrie didn't even notice you, he was too into the wrestling game they were playing. Believe it or not, but he was an avid wrestling fan. He'd taken you to plenty of different shows throughout your marriage.

You grabbed a banana and went to sit on Kyrie's lap. He looked at you before focusing back on the tv.

"Word?" You raised your eyebrows before putting the banana in your mouth seductively and making it go down your throat.

"B-Bro." His teammate Jayson said. His mouth was open and you could see the drool threatening to spill out.

"Close your mouth baby." You softly touched his chin, making his mouth close. You laughed and went back to the kitchen.

You knew that was childish but your husband wasn't giving you attention on your anniversary. What'd he expect?

"Rilan. Upstairs." Kyrie handed the controller to Jaylen and started heading up the wooden stairs. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the island in the kitchen. He sounded like your daddy.

"Now Rilan Aubrey Irving." Oh yeah. He was hot. He only said your full name when he was pissed. His instigating ass team said 'ooo' after he said your name. You crossed your arms and walked up the stairs. You knew he was about to snap on you and potentially beat your back in so you mentally prepared yourself for it.

You walked in the master bedroom you two shared. He had his shirt and pants off. "That stunt you pulled wasn't coo. But imma let it slide just cause it's our anniversary." He pulled you towards him and kissed your head.

"You was gon let it slide anyway, the fuck." You mumbled. He chuckled and threw you on the bed.

"Yo lil ass really done got bold as hell. Don't make me put you in the wheelchair again." He threatened. His breath was hot against your neck, and it was turning you on.

"Do it. I bet you won't." You stuck your tongue out. He smirked and got up, locking the door. He rummaged around in the closet and pulled out the handcuffs.

"Get in position."

You already knew he was about to beat your pussy up and leave you sore until the next day. You did as he said and put your arms above your head while you arched your back.

Best decision ever, he ended up pounding your shit all night. Round after round. All night until the sun came up.

"Best...anniversary...ever. Sorry for not giving you attention baby. I love you." He said. Before you could even reply, you heard his snores.

You shook your head before laying on his chest and falling asleep as well.