Welcome and thank you for the lovely compliment! Sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you like it! 

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“Bye, Hisoka! Be good for uncle Kagami!” you yell as the
tall red headed fire fighter carries your three-year-old to his car. The door
slams out of your hand making you squeak before rough hands trail under your
shirt and cup your breasts.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Daiki whispers in your ear,
tugging the lobe between his teeth making you hiss.

“Geez Daiki, couldn’t you have waited until they’d at least
pulled away?” you gasp, mouth falling open to moan when your husband pinches
your nipples drawing them to peaks. “And really, you couldn’t even manage to
take your time a bit?”

“Fuck no, and now I’m gonna fuck you, it’s been too damn
long,” he says, hands rapidly removing your underwear and flipping your skirt
over your ass. Knocking his knee between yours he orders, smug expression
implied, “Now, spread’em.”

“Yes, Office Aomine,” you coo. His groan mixes with the
clatter of his belt buckle. You hear his pants hit the ground as he pulls your
arms above your head, grasping both wrists easily in one large hand.

“That’s a good, bad girl,” he breathes on your neck, nipping
the flesh then soothing with his tongue. “I’m gonna give it to you so hard you won’t
be able to walk for a week.” He punctuates his threat with a well-timed shove,
his cock sliding into you surprisingly easily; apparently your body is
responding even better than you thought. “Fuck, so wet baby, and still so
tight, even after pushing that brat out.”

“Shhhh, no talking about him like that, in fact, no talking
at all, just fuck me Daiki,” you pant.

“Hey,” he says wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling,
drawing your head away from its resting spot against the door, “I’m the one in charge here, and don’t
you forget it!” He pounds harder, hips slamming into your ass at a bruising
pace.

“Fu…fuck,” you gasp, as he releases your wrists in favor of
holding your hips, drawing back and taking you with him until you’re almost at
a ninety-degree angle. Over and over he hits deep inside you, touching that one spot that will have you seeing stars
in no time.

You can hear he’s close as well, if his grunts and gasps are
anything to go by. “Oh Daiki, yes!” you encourage, knowing praise is a faster
way to bring about conclusion; your back is starting to protest this position.

“Y/N, shit you feel so good, I’m so close, fuck,” he says.

You whine in encouragement, hand trailing between your
thighs to tease your clit so you can come with him. He forgives the insubordinate
action when you clench hard around his dick, bringing about his own nirvana. When
your body relaxes you crumble to the ground on your knees, head resting back
against the door while Daiki is behind you panting wildly.

A few seconds later, your strong-armed husband picks you up,
leaving his pants in the living room and carrying you to your shared bed.

Your eyes are closed, a happy hum in your throat as he
divests you of the rest of your clothing. He massages your arms, helping the
blood to get moving to your numbing limbs. So lost in your fucked out fog you
don’t notice him placing your hands above you head until the sharp *click* of
hand cuffs make your eyelids fly open.

When they do, you see Daiki, smug grin back on his face and nothing
else, as he looms over you kissing your forehead. Looking in your eyes he says,
“Now I’m gonna take my time.” He
kisses you more deeply, hands trailing over your breasts and you arch into his
touch. 

Kissing his way to your neck he whispers, “Let’s make another brat.”