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I'm once again thinking about Kento Nanami..

#real

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thunderstorms - kuroo tetsurou

kuroo has a new girlfriend.

you’d heard it in the hallways; the boys had just gone back from a friendly match, and you were at your locker to take out something you can’t seem to remember now—a book, maybe?

though the hallway was mostly empty, it seemed like the boys hadn’t spotted you, so you continued on with your business when lev started whining to kai about how envious he was of kuroo’s new girlfriend.

new girlfriend.

you had froze in spot when the words entered your ear. your mind went blank, and you’re almost sure that time and space froze right along with you then.

slowly, you twisted your head towards their direction, and released a breath when you saw that kuroo wasn’t with them, shoulders sagging. you had, however, accidentally made eye contact with kenma, and a slight nod from him had been all the confirmation you needed.

it’s not like you can blame kuroo, though. after the both of you had ended it during that argument two months ago, you had given kuroo the cold shoulder for weeks.

and kuroo, being kuroo, had held on tight to his own ego and went on with his days pretending like you didn’t exist, too.

basically, it’s been radio silent between the two of you. though, in the back of your mind, you had assumed it was all just a game, albeit stretched on too long, to see who’d cave first.

up until that hallway incident, that is.

as if that wasn’t already enough, new gossip started to surface as well about how perfect she was for kuroo—she never failed to come to his matches, was always supportive of him, and just all around perfect, everyone had commented.

kuroo has a new girlfriend, so you’re wondering why he’s standing outside your door at 2am during a thunderstorm.

he’s looking at you with his all too familiar honey eyes, which softens as you finally take him in. he’s head to toe drenched in rainwater. his usual bedhead is wet, sticking to his forehead, and his lips slowly part, as if wanting to say something.

“kuroo,” you start. lightning flashes in the background, and you blink twice, thrice, to see if it is actually him standing on your porch, and not your brain playing games. “what are you doing here?”

“you love thunderstorms,” he finally breathes out, his chest rising and falling quicker than usual. he ran here, you realize.

you nod once, “i do.”

“you love me, too.” kuroo continues.

you furrow your brows, and raise up a palm to stop him. “you have a girlfriend, kuroo. go home.” you swear you can hear your heart crack the moment you said girlfriend out loud.

“i don’t,” kuroo shakes his head and his hands reach out to take your palm—and blame it on the situation or the time, you let him.

his hands are cold and dripping, which usually you’d protest against, but right now there’s something in the way kuroo’s looking at you that keeps you from saying anything.

something that looks a lot like yearning.

“i hear she’s perfect for you,” you whisper. the words don’t even seem real to you, yet you say it anyway. it’s not right that kuroo is here, you think.

“she is,” he swallows. “perfect.”

you start to pull your hand away from his, but his grip is unrelenting. “i don’t need to hear it kuroo. go home.”

“she’s perfect, you know,” he continues.

this is insane, you laugh silently. “so you ran all this way to gloat?”

you turn to step back inside, not wanting to hear any more of his new relationship, but he holds you back still. his hands keep their grip on yours as he steps closer.

“but she’s not you.”

you flick your gaze back to him, lightning flashing once more.

“i was empty for two months without you,” he admits. the rain pours harder behind him, and the sane part of you is telling you to come inside, but you know kuroo, and he’s not moving until he’s finished. “i thought she could fill back the hole in my heart, replace maybe even a speck of you, but i was wrong. dead wrong.”

“she came to my matches, but all the while i kept looking for you. i was so fixated on looking for you that i was off my game. coach even had to sub me out once.”

“kuroo–”

“no, wait,” he interrupts. “you can ask kenma if you don’t believe me. he called me out several times about it.”

“after the match, when we were having barbeque together, i was waiting for a comment to tease me for getting fish instead of beef, until i realized there won’t be one because you weren’t there.”

“and she never gets my jokes about docosahexaenoic acid. even after i explained to her that it’s good for the brain and—”

“—found in fish. that’s why you like mackerel so much,” you finish for him.

“exactly,” he whispers. his gaze is now pleading, and your heart strains at the sight. you know he means all of it, because he’s rambling. it’s not often kuroo does that.

“i’m not with her anymore.” kuroo’s hands move to interlace his fingers with yours. “i never was, not really.”

you nod again, feeling too many things at once.

the wind is cruel tonight, your hands freezing, but kuroo hasn’t held your hand in too long, so you stay like this.

“i haven’t let anyone take your seat at my place either, you know. that’s your spot, no one could take it,” he says.

“tell me why you’re here, kuroo.” you ask, even though his eyes are telling you everything.

“take me back.” his tone is pleading too, now. and you can feel his longing in the air, palpable. you think it’s mixed in with yours, too. “i’ll do anything.”

“kuroo,” you breathe, but he stops you again.

“tetsurou. not kuroo.” he corrects. “not for you.”

and there’s a silent pause, before you whisper, “okay.”

“okay, what? okay as in you’ll call me tetsurou again, or okay as in you’ll take me back?” he moves his hand to your jaw, tilting it up for him to see better. “you look perfect, by the way.”

“thought you didn’t want perfect.”

“i want you. it’s only you for me, no one else.” his face is inches from yours now, the tension borderline tangible. “so what do you say, kitten?”

you smile up at him, “okay as in both, then.”

and he kisses you, as lightning flashes for the third time that night.

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Yatai

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This man, I swear to God.

God, I love them.

#stels;rambles #stels;animes #i am putty rn #my heart is like so full and so empty at the same time #i just rewatched this anime so #i’m wallowing in a pool of tears

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“And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”

Thank you to all 10k of you who have joined me on this journey, I thought it no better celebration than to post this phenomenal Feysand art by the greatest @lulybot 🤍🤍🤍

It was near impossible to pick my favourite Feysand quote, what would yours be?

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"you're doing it wrong, baby."

the man before you only huffs in annoyance, a pout forming on his glossed lips. you stifle a laugh as he sulks, his fingers working to untie the sad excuse of a bow that held your heel in place.

"let me try again," satoru half pleads from between your legs, "i promise i'll get it right this time."

in truth, you're enjoying the view of your boyfriend kneeling at your feet while he attempts to tie your lace-up heels. your foot is strategically placed between his legs, pretty white-painted toenails on display as he tries and fails to correctly strap up your shoe.

hell, he's kneeling in a tailored suit, and it's messing with your brain.

you're going on a date tonight - it's a fancy restaurant that satoru's been dying to try out. it'd been a pain in the ass to pick out an outfit, not because you lacked clothes, your boyfriend ensured your wardrobe was always filled to the brim with the latest fashion. no, rather, it was because he insisted you wear matching outfits.

his problem, however, was your choice of shoe. your favourite pair of black lace-up heels was your pick for the evening. he'd asked to do them up for you and you thought it was going to be a 30-second thing.

you've now been sitting here for 10 minutes.

"what the fuck is this shit?" he mumbles to himself, irritated. "why is this so complicated??"

another attempt and he's given up, leaning back a fraction to critique his work. horrible, as expected.

you laugh as satoru sighs loudly, leaning his head on the exposed skin of your thigh in exasperation. his white locks tickle your flesh, and you take it upon yourself to rake your manicured nails through his hair, fingertips scratching his undercut affectionately.

you think he's adorable like this - absolute putty in your hands. he nuzzles into your skin, leaving soft kisses on the plush of your thigh as you dutifully work your fingers over his scalp.

"how about i do one, and you can watch and do the other?" you suggest.

he perks up quickly, icy blue irises sparkling. he nods, a beaming smile settling on his lips. he shifts his weight and leans back to give you space.

"so, you take these, 'round the back, and twist, then under and wrap around the ankle, twist one more time, and - boom!" you finish tying the bow on the back of your calf and smile.

satoru's eyebrow raises immediately, an expression half of disgust and half of confusion finding its place on his features. he squints at you, "you expect me to do that?"

"precisely," you respond with a smug grin.

there's a subtle challenge in your answer, and satoru drinks it like water. a challenge? he'll do it, easy. he switches your feet, sticking his tongue out as he focuses on his task.

you're watching him, amused by the way his brows furrow in concentration as he repeats the steps. around, the straps are crossed around your foot. twist, the straps are twisted. under, the straps are hooked beneath the heel. wrap, the straps are crossed and taken around your leg. twist.

he's done it. a fast learner, indeed.

you can't help the way your lips curve into a smile, applauding his efforts. his crystalline eyes are on you again - how could they not be? you're nothing short of gorgeous in that dress - pleading for some kind of praise.

"thanks, babe." you say, bending to place a kiss on his collarbone.

(he hopes to god there's a lipstick stain there so he can show everyone in that restaurant who he belongs to.)

satoru, being the most amazing boyfriend out there, helps you get on your feet, hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you from your apartment to his car.

"you look stunning tonight, love." he says while grinning like a lovestruck fool as you slip into the passenger seat.

"i know," you answer, shooting him a smile that gets him weak in the knees, "you picked the dress, after all."

you were going to be the death of him.

tagging: @sad-darksoul

#stels;tbr

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𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ APPLES, ORANGES & ALMOSTS, GETŌ SUGURU

all roads seem to lead to your ex boyfriend. even the ones you took to forget him.

summary. fem reader. ex boyfriend getō. a little angst. right person wrong time. i feel like this fits him idk. tattooed getō. wc, 850 words.

note. my first little piece of suguru and i hope i did him justice :) i’m sorry i couldn’t give him a happy soft scenario though alhaja but it’s also not all bad yk. a little hopeful ❤︎

getō suguru was, is— a lot of things.

two years ago he was love; today he’s a lesson— and maybe in a few more years he’ll be just a memory. he was— is handsome, dark hair framing his features despite the way it’s still tied back the same, tattoos inked from elbow to wrist, and a love that still makes you forget to exhale when you see him across the grocery store.

but he still smiles at you when his gaze lifts to meet yours, despite the way you know your eyes are a little wide— with shock maybe when he takes a few steps towards you.

you manage a hello, saying it like he’s just an old friend. you remember to exhale with it, and getō smiles at you as he replies with kindness, because at the root of who he was— suguru had always been kind.

you’re still staring at him, a little starry-eyed. like the love that was there years ago never left, rushing it’s way back to the surface in a way that makes your skin ache. “how’ve you been?” he asks, tattooed arm stretching so he can rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. probably a normal reaction to his ex staring at him like he’s got three heads in the supermarket isle.

“i’ve been good.” you reply this time, a little steadier than the last because you’re still breathing fine. he’s buying apples you realise, there’s oranges in your arms and you notice the way getō’s gaze scans your left hand as you answer. you’re looking for baby formula in his basket, but you can’t deny the relief that eases your bones when you come up empty.

“how’ve you been, sugu? it’s been a while.” your voice is warm, resonant with a pull to it that has him closing his eyes with his next smile. maybe it’s the way you say his name like that, it’s the first time he’s heard it since the break up— yet it still does something to his heart, the same as it always has.

“yeah, good. i’ve missed you.” getō says so easily as his lips curl around the words and you’re sure your eyes give off a faint light,

“yeah, me too. it’s about time we met in a supermarket, like in the movies.” you reply, a little lighthearted now that you’ve grown more comfortable with the conversation. maybe it was the sort of ease your ex boyfriend still brought to your life.

it was never a messy break up afterall. right person, wrong time is what you’d told yourself in the months leading up till now, an almost. we almost worked.

you open your mouth, to say something— to almost say something. is your mobile number still the same? do you still live in the apartment in the city? do you still take your coffee the same way? maybe the rest of the years may turn out differently if you do, maybe he didn’t have to be a memory.

but you don’t. you just watch the sort of affectionate look getō gives you before he gives you another kind smile. it’s a little awkward again, but the words unsaid feel so heavy you barely realise.

“i should go. it was nice to see you.” almost was a big word for you, a consistent, you feel it everywhere. almost home, almost happy, almost his. you don’t feel as together as you did a few minutes ago as you go to the checkout, you’re both paying with different cards at different tills.

your fruit will rot in separate bowls. he’ll buy oranges next time. you think you’ll get blueberries instead.

you think it’s a little embarrassing when you find yourself watching across the space at getō still, watching the way he bags his groceries and you hope your wanting doesn’t show as you struggle with your own.

he was the first person you felt both wildly unsure and unwaveringly certain of. there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, like when stars once a year brush the earth. such a constellation was he to you, and suddenly you were stuck between wanting to wait for him and wanting to forget him. you weren’t sure which one was better, so somehow you were doing both at the same time.

you walk alone to the parking lot and stare at the sky. you can remember the way you’d clutch getō’s arm in your mind, still feel the warmth of him beside you despite the way you watch his car drive out of the parking lot now.

but you give yourself a few minutes before you leave. your heart stings, you wish you could kiss him— like big, fat kisses. or angels. or stars. or something— anything to feel your lips back on his.

your hands shake as you pull out your phone to type, staring at the message history that you still don’t have it in your heart to delete yet. you don’t know if it’s your imagination that notices the grey typing icon at the bottom left of the screen, but it leaves just as quickly as you scan over your own text and let your finger hover over the send button;

to, suguru ❤︎: could you come over?

© gojoath. do not copy, repost, modify or translate my works. please refrain from copying my layouts / themes.

#suguru #THIS IS SOOOOOOO #AAAARGH #one of my favorite types of geto fics to read are the ones like these #like theres just something in between the paragraphs that makes these kinda fics soooooo #heart wrenching

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you know, people trash wattpad and shit but going on the app and seeing how much has changed since i not only last logged into my wattpad account but since i created my account when i was a teenager breaks my heart. you just can tell that the people in control of wattpad chose the route of money over the quality and nostalgia of the app. the ads are atrocious when reading something, an ad practically after every chapter literally will cause a reader not to even want to read anymore (which i wouldn’t even mind the ad if you know the ad revenue went towards the writer cause it benefits them…the ugly ad is interrupting this writer’s readers) there’s no newsfeed on wattpad app anymore which literally defeats the purpose of following people on there if you can’t see their announcements and when they update/create something other than going on their profile. like truly it is disheartening seeing what used to be one of the top free reading sites where people read stories just change so much, you know 😭

#this is so real #like sometimes i log in again after years to reread or at least just look up my old fav books #and they’re either not even there anymore bc it got capitalized into a film or something #or its still there but 90% of the chapters are locked and like require payment #like i’m all for creators earning money they deserve to get paid for what they make #but in the beginning wattpad wasnt about that #like what happened to writing and reading just for funsies #ffs

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It's Too Much

pairing: Choso Kamo x fem!reader nsfw: dom!reader, inexperienced!Choso, premature ejaculation word count: 1.5k author's note: this took third place in the poll but i was extra inspired to write this because of a tiktok my friends sent me. also i'm ignoring the fact that choso has brothers who probably hugged him (maybe?) for the plot of this thirst. description: Choso has been touch-starved for so long, so when you touch him, it can be a lot, maybe even too much.

Choso has never felt another's body against his own that wasn’t attempting to hurt him. For all 150 years he’s been alive up until he met you, physical contact meant pain. But now, he’s beginning to learn that that isn't completely true.

There are similarities between a touch of pain versus…pleasantness might be the word—he hasn’t sorted it out completely yet—as a feeling lingers after contact. A strike leaves an aching bruise, the afflicted area reminding him of the injury whenever the slightest pressure is applied, but when you place a gentle hand on Choso’s shoulder while speaking to him, it leaves behind something entirely different. 

The best way he can describe the initial feeling is as a warmth, and not just due to the intrinsic heat from where your flesh meets his, but one that swells in his chest and spreads out to the rest of his body. After you leave, your touch doesn’t require a mark on his skin or a painful sting like a bruise needs to be remembered, rather, the outline of where your fingers laid on his shoulder simmers on his skin for the rest of the day. 

You fluster him with your casual touches–placing your hand on his forearm or leaning your head on his shoulder–but it helps him work up the courage to start acting on his own desires to feel you. He appreciates how you let him take his time as he explores the little things, like the feeling of holding your hand, intertwining his roughened fingers with yours. He looks up to your face, making sure what he's doing is okay, and you give him a gentle smile, telling him he's doing great. There is that warmth in his chest again. He realizes he likes the feeling of you praising him—a lot. 

Soon, he starts asking for more: to cup your cheeks, pet your hair. One day, he asks to hold your body against his on the bed, feeling your softness and warmth while working hard to regulate the influx of emotions your proximity inspires. Yet, it gets the better of him and he asks something that’s been on his mind for a while: if he can kiss you.

You accept, of course, and with your lips so soft and sweet, things quickly develop, escalating to the point where you are on top of him, straddling his big legs, and kissing down his bare chest to his waistband. He tries to keep still, but your lips feel so good and his hips betray that, gently thrusting up and into you.

“S-sorry,” Choso says, “I…I can’t control it.”

You look up from his chest. “It’s okay, Choso,” you say as you drag your hands down his abs to his waistband, deepening the pink dusted upon his cheeks, “It seems like you want more.” 

“Mhmm,” Choso whimpers, watching as you tuck your fingertips into his waistband and pull it down, freeing his sensitive erection.

Your hands wrap around his length and his eyes flutter closed in bliss. Being touched there is a new sensation for Choso and it’s stirring up a feeling he hasn’t had much experience with.

He thinks it’s arousal, which is, according to Mahito, what causes humans to “fuck.” But Mahito always spoke about fucking in a negative light, describing it as disgusting, primal thing humans do. That perspective doesn't make sense to Choso anymore because whatever you are igniting in him, if it is that aroused feeling Mahito described, feels so good he thinks he would die if you stopped. 

“Do you like this, Choso?” you ask as you stroke him. Hearing his name fall so sweetly from your lips sends a shiver through Choso’s body. 

“I-I do,” he says, moaning when you pay special attention to his pink tip, stimulating the sensitive area with your fingers in a tight circle. He’s been unconsciously bucking his hips up into your fist, chasing more of this unfamiliar sensation that has pressure to build up in his stomach.

“Then, would you like it if I put it inside of me?” 

He hadn’t considered that as a possibility, already so pleasure-drunk from feeling your palm against him, but there’s no way he can refuse your offer. 

“Yes. Yes—fuck—please do that.”

“Alright, Choso,” you say, getting off of him, “You just sit still, okay?” 

His breathy whine tells you that the last thing he wants to do is sit still. You smile, he looks so cute when he’s desperate.

“Just a little bit longer,” you say, intentionally moving slower than necessary just to see how long the poor curse can hold out.

He watches as you pull down your underwear, and the second you remove it, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back on top of him. Then he’s pressing hot, sloppy kisses to your neck, devouring it like a man starved. His passion and intensity make up for his lack of experience, though you note he’s getting the hang of it.

Choso’s barrage of affection is halted by a surprised gasp when you grip his erection and align yourself with it. The hunger in your eyes reminds him of how out of his element he is, but he doesn’t let it scare him, rather, he lets it feed his desire of making you feel as good as he does. 

You hold the tip to your entrance and Choso’s breath hitches when he feels the wetness and warmth of your hole. Slowly, as to not overwhelm, you sink down on him, and he moans—sweet and unbridled—from the way your walls hug him. 

“I’ve—hah—never…felt something like this,” he says, eyes pressed closed, wrinkling the thin black mark running just underneath them. 

Your hands fall onto his built chest as you make it all the way down on him, driving the entirety of his long, slender dick deep within you. His hands fly to your hips when it happens, but then one grabs for your wrist on his chest, circling his fingers around it, needing you to help him through this new sensation. 

“Feels good?” you ask, your voice breathy.

“Feels s’good,” he says, “Too good.” He shifts around underneath you; the pressure he was feeling earlier when you were touching him is becoming inescapable, sweeping through his stomach like a vicious undercurrent. 

“I’m going to start moving now, 'kay?” you say. 

Choso nods but is woefully unprepared for when you begin to lift your hips up and down, pushing his length through your gummy walls. Your movements on top of the information already flooding his senses–your warm skin, rapid heartbeat, fluttering eyes—it's so overwhelming. His head falls back, and even though you’re going at such a slow pace, it feels like your walls are milking him, intent on making the tightness in his core snap.

Choso knows it’s too much for him, but watching your eyes close in pleasure and your fingers dig into the skin on his chest, it makes him want to keep going, to not cum just yet. But with the sight of you naked on top of him and the way your insides are squeezing him, not cumming is a near impossible task. He wants to do a good job for you, to hear you tell him that, but he's sure he won’t last. 

“Fuck, I’m s-ah-sorry,” Choso whines, “I can’t…if you keep moving, I can’t-“ 

“You’re gonna cum already, Choso?” you ask, a wickedness in your voice, “You feel that good?”

You’re teasing him, despite how you find your view beyond erotic: he’s a squirming mess underneath you, with his eyebrows pressed together, face flushed with warmth, and fingers tight around your wrist as he just fights the urge to cum.

“Yes—ngh—you feel s’good, s’good-I’m sorry,”—you feel his cock twitch inside you—“I can’t, I’m sorry, m’gonna-“

He groans, thrusting his hips up into you with a force that requires you to grab onto him to stay put, and empties his load deep inside you, sweet moans interspersed with apologies.

You’d be more disappointed in him for not lasting long, but with this being his first time in a while, you’re willing to forgive—especially after being treated to his endless, pretty noises.

When he comes down, you press a kiss on his cheek, “Too much, Choso?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, you just felt so good,” he says in between pants. His poor body is shaking, his chest is heaving, and a pink flush burns all over his pale skin. 

“It’s okay,” you say, “I enjoyed that.” Only, you wish you had been able to cum, too. Seeing him writhe underneath you has your cunt aching for attention.

He sits up, and you feel his cock move inside you. “Still, I wanted to last for you.”

“Sweet boy,” you say, pushing a few strands of dark hair out of his face, “You did great. I know it’s been a while since you’ve done anything like this.” 

He’s still pouting, but his frown turns into a smile when an idea hits him. He flips you over with ease—sometimes you forget how strong he is—and pulls out of you, keeping your legs open so he can bring his face down to your cunt, wetness mixed with his own cum seeping out of it. 

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “Let me make it up to you, I haven’t gotten to feel you on my tongue yet.” 

#choso

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⌗︙・teaching choso female anatomy ⸜⸜・

i just want to show virgin choso how human body works.

he is laying in between your legs as you show him female anatomy. he's completely focus on the fact that he's completely different down there from you.

"and this is a clit. you use it for pleasure." you explain, trying hard not to press down on it. you're already getting wet and this is supposed to be a biology lesson, not a sex ed.

"why would you wanna feel pleasure here?" he points at your pussy, his fingers almost touching your folds. you take a deep breath, you didn't think he's that inexperienced.

"because it feels good and when you touch it, girls get wet and they are ready to... mate." the explanation is a bit wacky but you think it's enough for choso.

"are you ready to mate?" he asks, his fingers gathering your wetness. your breath hitches, you haven't realized you were this wet.

"do you wanna mate with me?" his questions are making your head spin. you aren't sure what you should tell him, because you want to fuck him so badly.

"i think we should call it a day." you say, pulling your panties up. choso looks like a kicked puppy. suddenly, he jumps to hug your legs, trying to get the panties off again.

"im sorry," he sniffles, "i am gonna be a good boy. please teach me."

#ahahahahahaa #this is cute #(trying not to slam into a brick wall) #choso

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New Discoveries

Shoko’s brown eyes flick to you, a tired smile on her face as she says, “I doubt Choso would even try degration. That man almost passes out when you get a mere paper cut."

“I could ask him,” you mumble.

She snorts, blowing cigarette smoke out of her plump lips. “You should try it. It’s healthy to try new things in bed. And who knows…Choso might love it.”

(Spoiler alert, he doesn’t.)

Includes: fem reader, established relationship, attempted degradation, blowjobs, choso crying, whiny cho

Art by @/oss21_suyu on Twitter.

MDNI

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Yeah? You like that? Fucking slut. Taking it like a good fucking girl,” the deep, dominant male’s voice rings out throughout your room.

You and Shoko watched as the woman under him was getting roughly fucked—her legs pushed so far to her chest, strong hands holding her shaking thighs as his fat cock pounds into her. Her inevitable cries rang out, showcasing her impending orgasm.

You scrunch your nose at the phone screen, with Shoko holding the phone up for you both to see. You lay on your bed next to Shoko, who decided it would be fun to watch awfully staged porn videos that were delivered by PornHub. Quite entertaining.

“I don’t know about the whole degrading thing,” you say, over the loud grunts of the male shouting from Shoko’s phone. The brunette next to you gives you a tired smile.

“I could see how it could be a turn-off,” she shrugs, her shoulder brushing yours. “Especially with your love for vanilla sex.”

You turn your head away from the screen to glare at Shoko. “I don’t just have vanilla sex.”

“Hey,” her brown eyes stay glued to the screen above. “It’s not a bad thing, just an observation. Plus, I doubt Choso would even try anything like that. That man almost passes out when you get a mere paper cut.”

Okay.

That might have been true.

Choso and you have been dating for quite some time. One thing about your boyfriend: he was an absolute sweetheart. He was cautious about even a fly touching your head. He would always fall asleep listening to your beating heart, knowing you were still full of life. He would cover the sharp edges of glass tables when he saw you bend down—so not to accidentally hurt your precious head.

In simple terms, he was protective.

How could he not be? You were his reason for living. His heart and soul were bound to yours. He was wary of everything that could possibly harm your perfect skin or your lovable heart.

“I could ask him,” you mumble under your breath, shifting closer. The screen shows the man continuing to relentlessly pound his impossibly large cock into her leaking pussy. You bite your lip. “Have you ever done…degrading?”

“Yeah, of course,” she snorts, blowing cigarette smoke out of her plump lips. She turns to you, “You should try it. It’s healthy to try new things in bed. And who knows…Choso might love it.”

——

“Rougher?” Choso asks, looking up at you with his pleasant honey eyes.

Shoko left hours ago; it was well past dawn when Choso arrived home from work. He instantly found his way to your bedroom, curling into your lap.

You set your book on the bamboo nightstand you kept next to your bed to hold very important things: a vibrator, condoms, another vibrator but smaller, your book, etc.

You get pretty lonely when Choso is at work.

You shift your head down to look at your loving boyfriend. His dark hair, loose from his usual pigtails, was now sprawled against your thighs. His black tattoo crossed over the bridge of his nose, which made him look ten times more intimidating to those who decided to flirt with you in front of him. Usually, he kept a bored face that made him look unapproachable. But now, he looked up at you with such softness that it made you want to disappear into him for hours.

His calloused fingers gently stroked the skin of your bare thigh. His bare chest, full of love bites, was on display for you to ogle at. Leading down to his beautiful abs that you paid careful attention to, his long legs hanging off the bed were trapped inside your favorite baggy sweatpants he wore.

Why were they your favorite?

Easy. You could see when he got turned on.

"Yes." Your fingers gently brush through his soft hair. He naturally leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. You smile, “If you want. I was just thinking we could try something new.”

His eyes open. “You don’t like our sex?”

Shit.

He looked like a kicked puppy. You could practically see his ears flattening in shame as you instantly began to console him.

“No! No, that’s not what I meant,” you quickly say, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. “I just heard it could be fun... maybe finding something new we both like.”

His dark, thick brows crease in thought.

You would pay an infinite price to know what he was thinking sometimes. Choso was a man of few words, usually keeping to himself. Though, as you got to know him better over the years, he eventually became more open as his love for you only increased. He still had thick moments of thought where he would simply stare at you.

"Okay," he finally says after a long moment of silence. He sits up off your lap, resting back on his elbows, causing his biceps to bulge out. “Will you be degrading me?”

“Actually… I was thinking you could degrade me—-“

His eyes close shut, his head falling back against his shoulders with a pained groan. “Oh, sweetheart—“

“I know! I know. But you might like it; who knows?”You instantly moved to straddle his lap, bringing his beautiful face back up with your hands. His bottom lip was pouted out.

“I know,” he retorts in a small voice, his eyes softening as you stroke his face. He leans into your hand. “I know I don’t like hurting you.”

That was also true. Choso was rarely on top for fear of hurting you somehow. Choso was aware of how big he was.

One time, he saw you slightly wince as he slowly entered you. He quickly moved out of you, cupping your face and placing apologetic kisses all over, no matter how many times you assured him that it was okay.

“You can just call me degrading names?” You ask, hopefully with a weak, convincing smile on your face.

He frowns. “That’s hurting you mentally.”

“Choso,” you sigh, fingers brushing against his soft hair. Your boyfriend reminded you of a cat, and if he could purr, you're sure he would be now. “I want to have sex with you. Not just oral—even though I love that—I want you inside of me.”

He lets out a strangled breath, his teeth clenching as his hands brush against your hips, toying with the soft cloth of your showy nightgown. He whispers against your palm, “I do too. But last time I hurt you—“

“Baby, I love you, but you need to stop worrying about me so much. I love the sweet heart you possess." You softly smile, sliding your hand down from his face to his chest, feeling his beating heart against your palm. His breath hitches, and you continue, “But that’s what’s going to happen. It’s going to hurt. Especially with your size—“

His frown fades slowly, his hands swimming around your thighs.

"But it’s only going to hurt initially,” you console him gently, brushing his dark locks from his face. “I want to feel you.”

His dark pupils expand as his hands reach up to take yours from his face, interlacing your fingers with his—feeling the cool metal of his rings press into your skin. He lets out a shaky breath. “Okay. Just... please say our safe word if you want to stop.”

A big smile graces your face. “I will. Same goes for you.”

His large hands move up into the back of your black nightgown. He gets lost in thought for a moment, admiring the feel of your soft skin against his, before he gently says, "And you want me to degrade you?”

“I mean, since we’re trying new things..." You grin, leaning in to place your lips against the crook of his neck. You feel his abs clench under your touch, knowing he was attempting to hold in his addicting noises.

“I’m not…supposed to hit you, am I?” He stutters out through clenched teeth. His fingers curl around your waist in an attempt to keep his weak composure.

You softly laugh against his neck, your warm breath tickling his skin, causing his skin to shiver. You say, in between wet kisses, “No. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to—-“

“I want to,” he quickly speaks up, his fingers playing along your spine. “If you want to, I want to.”

You grin, gently biting down on your curated hickey. A small gasp escapes his lips, his fingers tugging on the hem of your nightgown. You meet his blown-out pupils as you raise your head to look at him with a smile that makes him feel everything. “Then, we can work on some verbal degradation. See how that works for us? If not, we’ll just work on getting that cock of yours inside of me.”

He squirms underneath you, his hips unwelcomely bucking up for a touch of you. You did feel his hardening length press against your thigh from the confines of his gray sweatpants. Your name falls from his lips in a breathy plea, his fingers tugging on your nightgown with desperate brown eyes looking up at you.

“So needy..." you purr with a smile, your hands slowly lifting your nightgown off your bare body. As soon as Choso’s waiting eyes caught sight of your beautiful, bare breasts, his lips immediately attached.

Throwing the nightgown off of you, your hands found purchase in his soft hair, running your fingers through it along with soft tugs that made his deep groans of pleasure vibrate through your chest.

“Cho, baby,” you whine, your hips absentmindedly rubbing your wet cunt against his bulging sweatpants. The only thing separating you from him were your thin panties and his sweatpants.

His eager tongue licks a trail down your cleavage, eyes on you the whole time to catch your reactions that made his engaged cock press uncomfortably against his sweatpants. “Please,” his whines muffle against the supple skin of your breasts, his deft fingers trailing down your body to play with the hem of your panties.

You look down at him. This was your favorite part.

Seeing his black mark covering the evident blush hiding under it. Seeing his blown-out pupils almost fully covering his gentle, honey-colored eyes. Seeing his toned chest heaving with heavy breaths of desire and need. Seeing the needy imprint of his bulge beneath his sweats. Seeing his messy black hair tousle around his beautiful face.

God, he was absolutely beautiful.

“So pretty,” you mumble under your breath before lifting yourself off his lap to sit up on your knees. He quickly pulls your panties down your thighs, kissing his way down your bare thigh. His eyes sneaked a glance at your wet pussy before continuing to look up at you with his determined eyes.

A soft blush coats his face, and he leans in to place a small kiss on your pelvis.

One thing about Choso is that no matter how long you have been with him or how many times you have complimented him, he always turns into a flushed mess.

“Can I touch you?” He whispers under his breath, his fingers ghosting against the back of your bare thighs. His mouth opens slightly agape as soft, shaky breaths leave through the passage of his lips. He looked so needy, you almost gave in right there.

“Take your pants off,” you say, looking down at him and running your manicured fingers through his scalp. “Let me see how hard you are, baby.”

With no hesitation, he quickly shuffles out from beneath the cage of your thighs, lifting his hips to slide his pants—that had a small spot of wetness near his crotch—either from his pre-cum or your dripping cunt. You couldn’t tell. His large dick instantly sprung out, slapping against his hard abdomen.

Choso was large. Big. His tip was flushed a rosy color from how turned on he has become. His leaky pre was spilling out his tip, down his lengthy dick that was colored with dark veins. He kept it trimmed because he knew you liked it like that. His dark pupic hairs sprung at the base. His heavy balls hung, ready to be slapped against your ass.

A hungry smile stretched across your face.

Choso threw his sweatpants to the side before crawling back to you, sliding under you, and sitting up on his knees in front of you. His gaze trails down your body, letting out a small voice: “You are so beautiful.”

You grin, watching his fingers delicately trace your figure, admiration full in his light brown eyes. His gaze sticks to your pretty pussy. He brings his long fingers up to his mouth, bringing them in to coat his fingers in saliva as he usually does before he brings his fingers down lower, making you cum on his fingers.

You shake your head, your fingers grasping around his wrist. His eyes go from your core to your eyes, taking his wet fingers from his mouth, his head slightly turning. You begin to explain before you see his disappointed frown, “I want to please you.”

He falters for a moment, feeling his large dick twitch against your thigh, before he shakes his head. “No.”

Due to his large size, Choso very rarely ever lets you suck on his dick. Not enough for him to cum, anyway. The last time your mouth was around him (nowhere near his full length) He heard you gag once before he pulled you off and whispered multiple apologies with teary eyes.

Your whole relationship basically consisted of him pleasuring you, even though Choso argues that your pleasure is his pleasure.

But you still wished to see him lose control over you and your mouth.

“Choso,” you say, your hands finding his jaw, “I thought we were trying new things?”

“We are. But—“ he stutters, looking off to the side in hesitation, finding his next words. His eyes wander to the wall behind you, the floor adorned with your strewn clothing, then to your eyes. “I don’t want to hurt—“

“I want to make you feel good,” you desperately whisper, hand stroking up and down his bare thigh that was made of purely muscle.

His mouth closes, and his dark brows pinch together, making a small grunting noise. He leans forward to rest his forehead against your shoulder. “You know I’ll say yes anytime you look at me like that.”

You softly laugh, holding the back of his head and placing a kiss on his head. “I know. So…yes?”

He lifts his head, resting his chin on your chest. A smile—that makes you have to resist the urge to kiss him—lifts his lips. “Yes.”

You let out a happy squeal, making him laugh. You kiss his lips. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” he smiles against your lips, his strong hands cupping your ass. “But maybe you can show me?”

You bite your bottom lip to hold back another happy squeal. Everything this man does makes you want to burst with love and happiness.

“Of course,” you coo, pressing small kisses down his jaw, your hands smoothly pushing him back onto the bed. His big brown eyes follow your every movement, mesmerized by you.

You watched as his dick only twitched in anticipation, his hips impatiently squirming. His chest was rising and falling with each deep, shaky breath he took.

Gosh, he was so turned on and it made you absolutely feral.

With the way your beautiful hair frames your face as you look down at him, Your breasts hang from your chest, and marks from his kisses cover your soft skin. Your lovely smile only grows by the second. He could tell you were excited, which only made him more aroused.

He didn’t think he would make it five seconds into this blowjob.

“Do you want me to—um—do you want—“ His breaths increase, stuttering his words as he feels your lips place wet kisses around his pelvis. He groans, his hands going to hold your hair back to see your face, only to find your pretty eyes already looking up at him. “Do you want me to…do that thing?”

You grin up at him. “Degradation?”

He nods his head, a nervous tint in his eyes as he brings his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You can try it if you want,” you say, noting how gently Choso held your hair from your face. You could barely feel a tug on any strand. “Like I said, let’s try it and see if we like it.”

He swallows the nervous lump in his throat, nodding his head. His thighs twitch as you kiss them. Letting out a breathy, “Okay.”

You kiss his tip, making a soft whine mixed with your name, and a curse leaves his lips. You lick the pre-cum from your lips that had been leaking. A slight saltiness coated your tongue as you used the rest to smother his long length. A strained whimper came from your boyfriend, straining his leg muscles to keep his unruly hips down so as not to buck up into your mouth.

“You okay?” You ask, your eyes meeting his as your spread lips hover above his flushed tip. He lets out a soft hum, unable to talk or think with the way you look right now. He held your hair higher.

“Mhm,” he signals from his closed lips, his hard abs clenching as you kiss his tip once more to see him bare his teeth.

“Why are you holding back your noises?” You ask, your fingers rubbing circles into his thighs as you lift your head slightly to gauge his reaction.

It was unnatural for Choso to not make any noises during your times of intimacy. Usually, he was a moaning, whimpering mess under you. And you loved it.

His fingers comb through your hair as he opens his mouth slowly. “It’s not that. I’m just trying not to...cum right away.” His cheeks turn a deep rose, covered by his black tattoo. He adverts his brown eyes to look at the interesting sheets below the both of you.

“Don’t. Just relax, Cho. You know I don’t care when you finish. I just care if you feel good,” you smiled, a toothy grin that made his shoulders relax. His hands lovingly stroke your jaw, calloused fingers tracing your unique features. “You want me to keep going?”

He nods.

You kiss his palm that was placed on your jaw before moving back down to his waiting cock. You slowly lowered your lips onto his leaking tip. This time, you didn’t press a teasing kiss on it but opened your mouth wider to sink onto his tip.

You hear Choso hiss from above you, feeling his hands slightly grip your hair harder. You wish you could watch him and those pretty noises that befell him, but you had to focus on the task at hand. To be frank, Choso was the largest you’ve seen—taken. So this was quite…a new experience for the both of you.

You snaked one of your helpful hands from his thigh to the base of his dick, stroking the neglected length that you hadn’t quite reached yet. Choso moaned, watching you sink lower…

Lower...

Lower...

You gag softly as he hits the back of your throat.

Choso’s eyes shoot open, sitting up as he takes his hands from your hair to your jaw to begin to lift you off—

You shake your head, looking at him with teary eyes. His eyes soften once he saw your flushed cheeks and determined eyes. You murmer, “Wanna keep going.”

His large breaths—both from the scare and the way you began to suck him off—began to slow. His eyes examined your face, before his hands slid back into your hair, “Are you okay?”

You nod, a fucked out smile on your face that almost made him laugh. It did make him relax though, and sink back onto the bed.

You quickly took him in once more, not letting his delicious hard-on go to waste. You went deeper, you needed to. You hand continued to twist around the base of his wet cock, deliclous whines of your name once again fell from Choso’s lips. Using your other hand to hold his writhing hips down, you took him to the back of your throat once more. You gagged once more, only causing Choso’s hands in your hair to tighten.

“Shit. S-sweetheart, you take—ah—you take me so good. You’re doing so good, baby,” mindless breathy praises escaped Choso, only causing you to moan around his cock, sliding deeper. Your moan vibrates through him, releasing a deliclouis, high-pitched whimper that relishes in your ears.

You quick breaths come out and in through your nose as you begin to slide up, lips grazing his tip before you slide back down. You weren’t able to take his full length. No, that would take some practice. You had made it pretty far down his dick, your hand stroking the empty half that your lips didn’t reach. Of course, you couldn’t leave him feeling unfulfilled. But with the way he was crying out your name above you, you think he could have been fine.

You’ve jerked him off before. You could notice the telltale signs of his orgasm. His hips would buck up needily. His sounds of pleasure would reach a higher pitch. His dick would twitch. His abs would clench…

Just as they were now.

You lift your head up, a string of saliva breaking off from his tip from your lip. Your other hand continues lazy strokes against his shaft. Your eyes stuck onto him. His upper body was lifted up onto his elbows to watch you with blown out pupils. His ebony hair splayed onto his rough shoulders. His face was a flushed, hot mess. Mouth open and ready for the inevitable noises that continued to escape his throat.

You could seriously get turned on just by looking at him.

“Wanna try that new thing, Choso? Hm? Maybe as I finish you off?”

“Y-yeah. Okay,” he stutters out, your hand going faster against his cock that was full of your saliva. Choso kept his gaze on you, knowing if he saw what you had done to his dick—the mess you made of him—he would cum right then and there.

You begin to lower back down before Choso’s hand, which was wrapped around your hair, brings you into his lips. He moans into the kiss, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum that lingered on your tongue.

You smile against his lips, beginning to pull away to finish sucking him off before his lips follow yours. You grin, watching the desperate look in his eyes as his lips chase yours. You leaned back, only teasing him more. His eyes met yours; his lower lip pouting.

You couldn’t help but give him a merciful kiss. “No more. I need to give that pretty cock of yours attention too.”

He whines, kissing down your jaw, “He’ll be fine.”

You softly laugh, tilting your head to the side to give him more access for a second more as your hand pushes against his chest. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

He pauses, mouth agape.

You smile, leaning back down to suck him off once more.

His hand immediately finds its place in your hair, yet he applies no pressure. “You treat me so good. I’m so lucky—ngh—I love you so much, baby.”

His grateful babbling only encourages you, bobbing up and down his wet dick all the more faster. He cries out, his hips slightly twitching up. You gag around him, feeling your eyes sting with tears. You keep going.

You look up at him, grateful he was holding your hair back so you were able to see how fucking beautiful he looked right now. His eyes were already on you, moaning once your eyes met his. His dick twitched in your mouth.

Your other hand reached under to fondle his heavy balls. He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as his head fell back slightly for a moment before he rose back up to look at you.

“You look so pretty. You are so beautiful—“ he winced, hissing through clenched teeth, before hesitantly continuing, “I love you so much...”

A silent question lingered in his eyes.

You nodded.

“Fuck—fucking b-bitch,” he winced.

The simplest way to put it is that the way Choso said those last two words, he acted as if he had been stabbed in the stomach various times.

He felt as if he had.

You tear your eyes from his to focus back on his dick. You felt salty tears trickle down your hot cheeks as you went deeper...

His hands clenched your hair. “I’m gonna—“

His words were interrupted by a gutteral moan.

You felt thick ropes of liquid shoot down your throat. Lots of it.

You swallowed with ease, the saltiness tasting all the more delicious knowing it came from him. You licked your lips before you smiled up at him.

He was a panting mess. His head was reclined back, his elbows propping him up as his hair fell back, wisping over his shoulders.

You crawled up him, setting into his lap as you raised his limp head up with your hands, your fucked-out smile fading once you saw tears coating his eyes.

“Cho?” You whispered out, your thumb gently running over his rosy cheeks.

His bottom lips trembled, his delicate voice wavering as his fragile eyes met yours. “Are you okay?”

You smiled, nodding your head as you brushed back his slightly damp hair. “I’m okay. Are you? What’s wrong?”

He opened his mouth to talk, only to have a small whimper escape him. A large lump was lodged in his throat, refusing to let him speak. You patiently waited until his voice broke, “I don’t like saying that stuff to you.”

Your heart dropped. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you—“

“You didn’t make me do anything, sweetheart,” he softly reminds you, sniffing his red nose. A tear fell down his cheek. “Trying new things, remember?”

You smile, wiping his stray tear with your thumb. “I guess we can cross degration off that list, huh?”

He weakly smiles, leaning into your palm. “Did you like it?”

You shrug, kissing another tear away. “Not my favorite.”

He ponders, his eyes watching yours for a beat, before he mumbles, “Saying those two words to you was worse than getting stabbed in the stomach.”

You grin. “I liked that praising thing, though.”

He chuckles deeply, holding you tight. “Yeah. I know that.”

You playfully smile. “How so?”

“I can tell,” he says with a peaceful smile that matches yours. His thumbs are rubbing small circles into the small of your back. “You squirm a bit. You also get...aroused.”

“Wet?” You add helpfully, only making him blush deeper. “You wanna find out just how wet I am, Choso? Maybe I can show you. I’ll show you just how good your dick can make me feel—“

He groans, hungrily attaching his lips to yours. “Please do that praising thing for me.”

You smile against his lips.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Saw this post and I just had to write it.

#choso #I AM FERAL #FERAL #I ALSO DO NOT LIKE DEGRADATION SO THIS WAS GREAT #choso what a sweetheart 🥹

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okie okie this girlie is on holiday so!!! imma start writing more fics hehe

#stels;rambles #someone hold me accountable

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STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

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#hubby looking so ethereal #im not ready #i never will be #but god look at him #my absolute dearest #nanamin

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Skin to Skin

practice paint to get over my extra surge of "i need to paint this" energy. so i thought, why not make it spicy? *evil laughs*

#nanamin #oh god damn it #IM IN THE MIDDLE OF STUDYING #AND THEN THIS APPEARS #praise the lord #foaming at the mouth #sigh this happens too often

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thunderstorms, a prequel - kuroo tetsurou

a prequel to this

a loud crack outside has you flicking your gaze away from the book that’s resting on your lap out the window, and you crane your neck slightly to make out the dark skies outside.

“it’s raining?” kuroo, who’s sitting on the kitchen stool across the room, looks up from his laptop.

“it’s not just raining.” you move your gaze towards his direction. a slight smile pulls across your face, “it’s a thunderstorm,” you say, amusement present in your tone, which earns you a quizzical look from him.

you shift your attention back to the romance novel you currently have open, skimming the lines to find where you left off before the interruption.

“hm,” kuroo hums, placing his elbow above the kitchen counter, and his chin on his palm. he focuses on you for a moment, taking in your hunched figure sitting above the windowsill, completely at ease. “i don’t get why you love them so much.”

“huh?” you respond half-absently, eyes still glued on the pages of your novel.

“thunderstorms,” he clarifies. “what’s so good about them?”

“well,” you roll your eyes amusingly, flipping over a page, “doesn’t it give you some sort of … sereneness? it’s the perfect weather to sleep in.”

you continue, half your focus still attached to the book, “the flashes of lightning, the rhythm of the rain, the scent afterwards… these don’t happen every day, you know.”

“hurricanes don’t happen every day either.”

“hurricanes don’t happen around here, genius,” you retort.

“anyway,” you sigh and continue on, “all the best parts in books and movies happen during thunderstorms, too. accidental confessions, dancing in the rain—maybe if you spent less time watching the sports channel you'd see for yourself, tetsu.”

kuroo lets out a quiet hmph, and runs his fingers through his already messy hair.

a few minutes passes by when you look up from your book, finally, and notice the slight tilt to kuroo’s head. you know that only means one thing: kuroo’s deep in thought.

you open your mouth to ask him what’s currently running through his mind, but kuroo’s already typing something up on his laptop before you can, face illuminated by its screen.

his eyes darts left and right across his desktop, then up towards you, making eye contact, and he shuts his laptop.

before you know it, kuroo’s already hopped down from his stool, striding past the furniture towards you. he takes a momentary glance out the window, and takes your hand, pulling you up from your sitting position.

you give him a confused look. “tetsu?”

he doesn’t respond, instead giving you a familiar smirk. and as soon as you’re up on your two feet, kuroo drags you across the living room space, towards… the front door?

“tetsu, where are we going?” you tug softly on his arm, but he’s already reaching for the doorknob, parting the door open, and crossing the threshold, hand in hand with you.

it takes a moment, but you realize what he's doing now.

“tetsurou!” you laugh, giving his arm another tug. kuroo doesn’t budge, but he twists his body towards you, leading the way outside. “i know i said i loved thunderstorms but this isn’t what i meant!”

“just for a moment, kitten.” and he’s got that look on his face that tells you he’s not taking no for an answer.

you counter, “what if we get hit by lightning?”

“nearly impossible, babe,” his smirk grows even wider now. you almost want to roll your eyes again at him, but you’re too focused on convincing him to get back inside. “the chances of us getting hit by lightning is about one in fifteen thousand...ish, and that’s in an entire lifetime.”

“alright, nerd,” you grin. you’re about to send another insult his way, when—“that’s what you were searching up, wasn’t it!”

“don’t know what you mean,” kuroo shrugs, all innocent.

and the both of you are past the threshold, out onto the street in nothing but your clothes, barefeet.

your shirt’s getting damper and damper, and when you look up at kuroo, you have to stifle a laugh at his hair, now more disheveled and wet than ever.

you almost laugh, but you don’t. not when you look into his eyes, and catch the glimmer in them. anyone else would miss it, but you know him like the back of your hand, and that look on kuroo’s face tonight is telling you that he’s falling in love with you, again.

he moves to slip off his red nekoma jacket off his back, placing it on your shoulders instead, and he leaves his hands on your jaw. just as usual.

always thinking of you, this boy.

the rain’s relentless tonight, and the both of you are soaked head to toe, but that doesnt stop the lovestruck smile pulling on kuroo's face.

and then he’s kissing you.

it’s familiar—he’s kissing you like he always does, and always will, but the push of his lips onto yours tonight tells you that it’s different this time.

that it’s not just any other kiss.

that he wants to carve this memory into his heart, and he’s telling you, begging you, to do the same.

kuroo pulls away, and the both of you are smiling ear to ear at each other, catching your breaths. and when kuroo sees the same look he has in his eyes in yours, he silently thanks the gods for you—for all of it.

“you want a love like those books you read?” kuroo exhales. he’s taking your hands and resting them on his chest, now. directly above where his heart it. “take it.”

you part your lips, breaths getting slower, and kuroo notices your eyes getting glossy.

“you listed all those things you loved about thunderstorms, and i was upset, a little, that i wasn’t on that list,” he confesses. he presses your palm onto his heart harder. “i want to be in everything that you love.”

“what’s gotten in to you today, sap?” you ask.

“i’m serious,” kuroo pleads, blinking away rainwater caught between his eyelashes. he’s so pretty like this. “every memory, every thought, every moment. have it with me.”

“i will, tetsu,” you whisper back.

“promise it, kitten.” there’s adoration and longing in his eyes, and you can’t help smile a bit wider.

you nod, “i promise, tetsu. forever.”

he swallows thickly, as if he doesn’t believe it, but he looks into your eyes, really looks, and he sees himself in them. and he melts, knowing you can see yourself in his, too.

a flash of lightning strikes the skies violet, and kuroo finally understands why thunderstorms are your favorite.

“smile again,” kuroo whispers.

and you do.

#srb #kuroo x reader #thanku for the rbs :’)

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thunderstorms, a prequel - kuroo tetsurou

a prequel to this

a loud crack outside has you flicking your gaze away from the book that’s resting on your lap out the window, and you crane your neck slightly to make out the dark skies outside.

“it’s raining?” kuroo, who’s sitting on the kitchen stool across the room, looks up from his laptop.

“it’s not just raining.” you move your gaze towards his direction. a slight smile pulls across your face, “it’s a thunderstorm,” you say, amusement present in your tone, which earns you a quizzical look from him.

you shift your attention back to the romance novel you currently have open, skimming the lines to find where you left off before the interruption.

“hm,” kuroo hums, placing his elbow above the kitchen counter, and his chin on his palm. he focuses on you for a moment, taking in your hunched figure sitting above the windowsill, completely at ease. “i don’t get why you love them so much.”

“huh?” you respond half-absently, eyes still glued on the pages of your novel.

“thunderstorms,” he clarifies. “what’s so good about them?”

“well,” you roll your eyes amusingly, flipping over a page, “doesn’t it give you some sort of … sereneness? it’s the perfect weather to sleep in.”

you continue, half your focus still attached to the book, “the flashes of lightning, the rhythm of the rain, the scent afterwards… these don’t happen every day, you know.”

“hurricanes don’t happen every day either.”

“hurricanes don’t happen around here, genius,” you retort.

“anyway,” you sigh and continue on, “all the best parts in books and movies happen during thunderstorms, too. accidental confessions, dancing in the rain—maybe if you spent less time watching the sports channel you'd see for yourself, tetsu.”

kuroo lets out a quiet hmph, and runs his fingers through his already messy hair.

a few minutes passes by when you look up from your book, finally, and notice the slight tilt to kuroo’s head. you know that only means one thing: kuroo’s deep in thought.

you open your mouth to ask him what’s currently running through his mind, but kuroo’s already typing something up on his laptop before you can, face illuminated by its screen.

his eyes darts left and right across his desktop, then up towards you, making eye contact, and he shuts his laptop.

before you know it, kuroo’s already hopped down from his stool, striding past the furniture towards you. he takes a momentary glance out the window, and takes your hand, pulling you up from your sitting position.

you give him a confused look. “tetsu?”

he doesn’t respond, instead giving you a familiar smirk. and as soon as you’re up on your two feet, kuroo drags you across the living room space, towards… the front door?

“tetsu, where are we going?” you tug softly on his arm, but he’s already reaching for the doorknob, parting the door open, and crossing the threshold, hand in hand with you.

it takes a moment, but you realize what he's doing now.

“tetsurou!” you laugh, giving his arm another tug. kuroo doesn’t budge, but he twists his body towards you, leading the way outside. “i know i said i loved thunderstorms but this isn’t what i meant!”

“just for a moment, kitten.” and he’s got that look on his face that tells you he’s not taking no for an answer.

you counter, “what if we get hit by lightning?”

“nearly impossible, babe,” his smirk grows even wider now. you almost want to roll your eyes again at him, but you’re too focused on convincing him to get back inside. “the chances of us getting hit by lightning is about one in fifteen thousand...ish, and that’s in an entire lifetime.”

“alright, nerd,” you grin. you’re about to send another insult his way, when—“that’s what you were searching up, wasn’t it!”

“don’t know what you mean,” kuroo shrugs, all innocent.

and the both of you are past the threshold, out onto the street in nothing but your clothes, barefeet.

your shirt’s getting damper and damper, and when you look up at kuroo, you have to stifle a laugh at his hair, now more disheveled and wet than ever.

you almost laugh, but you don’t. not when you look into his eyes, and catch the glimmer in them. anyone else would miss it, but you know him like the back of your hand, and that look on kuroo’s face tonight is telling you that he’s falling in love with you, again.

he moves to slip off his red nekoma jacket off his back, placing it on your shoulders instead, and he leaves his hands on your jaw. just as usual.

always thinking of you, this boy.

the rain’s relentless tonight, and the both of you are soaked head to toe, but that doesnt stop the lovestruck smile pulling on kuroo's face.

and then he’s kissing you.

it’s familiar—he’s kissing you like he always does, and always will, but the push of his lips onto yours tonight tells you that it’s different this time.

that it’s not just any other kiss.

that he wants to carve this memory into his heart, and he’s telling you, begging you, to do the same.

kuroo pulls away, and the both of you are smiling ear to ear at each other, catching your breaths. and when kuroo sees the same look he has in his eyes in yours, he silently thanks the gods for you—for all of it.

“you want a love like those books you read?” kuroo exhales. he’s taking your hands and resting them on his chest, now. directly above where his heart it. “take it.”

you part your lips, breaths getting slower, and kuroo notices your eyes getting glossy.

“you listed all those things you loved about thunderstorms, and i was upset, a little, that i wasn’t on that list,” he confesses. he presses your palm onto his heart harder. “i want to be in everything that you love.”

“what’s gotten in to you today, sap?” you ask.

“i’m serious,” kuroo pleads, blinking away rainwater caught between his eyelashes. he’s so pretty like this. “every memory, every thought, every moment. have it with me.”

“i will, tetsu,” you whisper back.

“promise it, kitten.” there’s adoration and longing in his eyes, and you can’t help smile a bit wider.

you nod, “i promise, tetsu. forever.”

he swallows thickly, as if he doesn’t believe it, but he looks into your eyes, really looks, and he sees himself in them. and he melts, knowing you can see yourself in his, too.

a flash of lightning strikes the skies violet, and kuroo finally understands why thunderstorms are your favorite.

“smile again,” kuroo whispers.

and you do.

#srb! #kuroo