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m0mmy-m00kers · 3 years

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❣︎Haikyuu Guy’s Favorite Positions❣︎

❣︎Warnings❣︎: SEXY TIMES

❣︎Genre❣︎: (smut 17+) NSFW

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tsukishima, Mattsukawa, Osamu, Akaashi, Suna

❣︎A/n❣︎: This is unedited cause im lazy but anywhoooooo i would bend over backwards for the fictional men anytime 🤤

❣︎Masterlist Here❣︎

❣︎My SFW blog❣︎

❥Tsukishima

- His favorite position would be missionary. It's easy access, hits all the right spots, and nothing is better than your legs shaking over his shoulders. He loves the fact that he gets to press down on your stomach with one hand, while another hand lightly wraps around your neck as he rams himself into you. The way your eyes roll back with each thrust has Tsukishima gripping onto your hips even harder.

❥Mattsukawa

- His favorite position involves you laying on the edge of the bed or the couch, one leg over his shoulder as he pumps himself in and out of you while he feverishly rubs his fingers over your clit. He loves watching his cock disappear within your walls to reappear covered in more and more of your slick. When he gets really into it, he grabs you from under your thighs lifting your ass off the mattress to reach even farther inside of you leaving you speechless.

❥Osamu

- His favorite position is having you on top facing him. It allows him to guide you but still let you have some control. And by some I mean close to none at all. He loves gripping onto your ass and slamming it down onto his cock over and over again. The way your tits bounce as he thrusts up into you has him moaning in the crook of your neck.

❥Akaashi

- His favorite position is spooning. He has his body around yours, one of your legs lifted with one hand while the other gropes your breasts as he buries his cock deep inside you. He loves rolling your sensitive buds between his long, efficient fingers before running those same fingers over the pad of your tongue making you suck on them. His soft groaning sounding along with the erotic noises moving from your sopping cunt sounded like music in your ears.

❥Suna

- His favorite position is you bending over in front of him as he plows into you like there is tomorrow… standing. Suna has your hands tied behind your back with his wrists giving him the power to keep thrusting, the constant slapping of his balls against your ass keeps him going. Especially since this position lets him slide over the gummy part of your walls over and over making you want to fall limp to the ground.

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chasingchaosinwonderland · 6 years

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Awkward Yodelling [KuroTsuki]

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Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou x Tsukishima Kei (M/M)

Rating: General

I wrote this awhile ago, because I absolutely adore both Kuroo and Tsukki, therefore Kurotsuki together is just... well, perfect. I love them so much and I plan to write about them more in the future, hopefully.

The two of them are lounged on Kuroo’s couch, after a seemingly endless week and Kuroo’s socked feet are gently rubbing against Kei’s thigh from the other side of the couch while he holds a mug of coffee in his undoubtedly chilled hands. Kei side-eyes him, knowing he’s too distracted by the match on the TV to notice Kei’s gaze if he’s subtle enough. Kei takes in his overly wrapped up appearance, Kuroo has always been extremely susceptible to the cold, it’s actually ridiculous. Adorable, but ridiculous. Kei scoffs lightly, thinking briefly about the first time they met and the sound causes caramel eyes to turn slowly towards him, and for the life of him, he doesn’t understand why his heart still stutters after all this time.

“What ya thinking about?” Kuroo asks, inquisitive as always. He’s smiling softly, which doesn’t correspond with the mischievous poking of Kei’s side with his big toe. Had he been ticklish like Kuroo himself, he would have jerked violently. Instead, Kei glares at the offending navy sock.

“Keeeiii,” Kuroo prompts and Kei huffs at the childish tone.

“I’m thinking about the first time we met and your ridiculous ice block extremities,” Kei smirks.

“Ice blo-,” Kuroo squawks, but cuts himself off. “Well, I can’t really argue with that, can I?” he mumbles softly to himself while looking into his mug. His eyes return to Kei’s after a fraction of a second.

“The first time we met, huh?” His smile is fond and beautiful and Kei wants to punch his heart in its metaphorical face, because it needs to calm the fuck down.

Their first meeting wasn’t anything too eventful, definitely not as exciting as Bokuto and Akaashi’s first encounter, but the memory was pleasant. The emotions and feelings and what it eventually lead to were what made reminiscing enjoyable every once in a while, when the two young men get too used to the comfort of each other’s presence and forget that they were once awkward idiots fumbling over their own thoughts and feelings about the other, so full of doubt and insecurities.

“Sometimes I forget about how far we’ve come, how it felt like it took so long to get to a comfortable stage, and now we’re sat here like this and it feels like everything occurred in a matter of minutes,” Kuroo says and it’s true.

“Time sure is a crazy thing,” Kei adds and he grabs Kuroo’s foot and places it in his lap, tired of the incessant poking and Kuroo chuckles.

“I’ll never forget that day,” Kuroo says as Kei thinks it.

It was in the university canteen, it was busy, but not overly so, which is why Akaashi and Kei chose to come at that time. Kei prefers Kuroo’s side of the story, so whenever people ask, rather than his magnificent mental rendition of ‘oh shit, oh shit, oh shit’ coupled with internal yodelling, they choose to tell it from Kuroo’s point of view.

Kuroo was sat with Yaku and Tora, discussing god knows what nonsense ( I mean it was the Nekoma boys after all), when Akaashi and Kei made their entrance. It was a normal entrance, super casual and low-key.

Only it wasn’t.

That is, because everyone who’s anyone knows that Akaashi Keiji is some sort of super beautiful being. Like, there is literally no actual way to put his ethereal beauty into the perfect words. This coming from Tsukishima Kei, who has absolutely no need for exaggeration or flattery.

Anyway, suffice it to say that the entire canteen’s eyes slid to land onto Akaashi (even the people staring blatantly at Kuroo – this is one part of the story Kei always adds in, as Kuroo’s obliviousness is just plain exasperating, the fool) and his own obliviousness almost caused Kei to face-palm, because what the actual hell.

This was when it happened, Kuroo’s gaze met Akaashi’s form for a fraction of a second only to lazily move to the right and meet with none other than Kei ’s . Rather than huge sparks flying , the world freezing and a burning passionate gaze, Kuroo and Kei’s eyes skittered away from each other. Kei’s instantly went to the ground and Kuroo’s to god knows where, Kei was looking at the tips of his Vans, obviously he wouldn’t know.

Also, this is where the ‘oh shit, oh shit, oh shit’ took place, because Kei had never seen eyes as beautiful before, cliché as it was. So yeah, Kei was freaking the hell out, which is why Kuroo tells the story.

Ironically, Kuroo was freaking out about Kei’s honey brown eyes behind those black frames too, only he found the courage to actually look back at Kei after the initial awkward eye skitter. The way Kuroo explains it always makes Kei embarrassed, but also undoubtedly overjoyed.

“Holy shit, who is that?” Kuroo had asked toward the group closest to him. Yaku and Tora turned to him and Tora gave him a suspicious look which, well, rude.

“Akaashi Keiji, dude everyone knows who he is, you dumb? I mean look at those raven curls, makes your bedhead look like even more of a disaster zone,” Tora says bluntly and Yaku attempts to withhold his snickering , to no avail. Rude , again . Also, not what he was asking.

“I was talking about the blonde, actually, ” Kuroo says, and he’s not even annoyed at the rude remark, because his eyes are back on the nameless blonde and he feels a bit like someone has dropped lead in his stomach and scared a bunch of chickens into violently fluttering about . He is incredibly beautiful.

“Hmm, the blonde? That’s Tsukishima Kei, if I remember correctly,” Yaku says thoughtfully and turns back to Kuroo curiously.

Tsukishima Kei. It suits him. Of course it suits him.

Kuroo always said that he seemed especially confused that everyone was so fixated on Akaashi. He wasn’t denying Akaashi’s attractiveness at all, rather he was trying to fathom how everyone seemed to overlook Kei.

Kuroo never believed in love at first sight, never even took it into consideration actually, however to this day he swears he fell body and soul for the beautiful blonde and practically free fell once he actually got to know the young man.

Nothing ever actually happened that day, Akaashi and Kei got their food and left. The two university students went on with their lives, with the thought of a split second of eye contact with a certain stranger on their minds. It was a few days later when everything sort of came together.

Kuroo was rushing to class, late and exhausted to the point that he was almost hysterical, it was a dark time, really. He stumbled through the science block and almost dragged someone down with him while cursing every being that took to hindering his day, but was cut short just before apologising to the poor student (or rather, probably student).

It was a student.

It was Tsukishima Kei.

So cute, so pretty.

“What?” Kei asked and his beautiful eyes were wide with shock as he fixed his slightly slanted glasses.

“What? ” Kuroo echoed and they awkwardly stared at each other in silence for a while.

(Cue the internal awkward yodelling and oh shit’s, dammit Kei)

“You just…” Kei eventually said and Kuroo could not take his eyes away.

That is until he realised what just transpired, then he just wanted to pull a Simon and dig into the ground, maybe even find his own Gurren Lagannand escape this situation, honestly. He just said that out loud, didn’t he?

“I just said that out loud, didn’t I? The ‘so cute, so pretty’ bit?” Kuroo asked and honestly he wanted to frame the look on Kei’s face, wanted to make it his wallpaper, wanted to put a sticker of it on his car. He was blushing up to his ears and it wasn’t even pretty, it was a blistering embarrassed red even falling down to cover his neck and Kuroo was transfixed. He was adorable.

Kei nodded slowly and Kuroo had honestly forgotten about their collision, especially because none of them had fallen over. Kei interlinked his fingers together in front of himself and Kuroo’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the clearly nervous habit.

“I’m sorry,” Kuroo blurted and Kei ’s eyes shot up from the ground to meet Kuroo’s.

“Actually, that’s a lie. I ’m not sorry at all,” Kuroo corrected as he simultaneously created an information overload within his own mind because of trying to take in every detail of Tsukishima Kei. A now seemingly annoyed Tsukishima Kei.

“Wow, thanks,” Kei had mumbled even though his hands were still clasped and he was looking down his nose at Kuroo , seemingly condescending. Kuroo wanted to laugh, so many contradicting non-verbal cues. He wanted to laugh and tease, like usual, and yet…

“It’s true though, you are adorable, beautiful really,” yup, Kuroo had no doubts. Kei lit up like a Christmas tree again , embarrassed and Kuroo felt fondness develop at the contradicting scowl on his face.

“Wanna go get something to eat or something? What do you like? ” Kuroo asked with a smile. Kei had barely said five words, but Kuroo had always been good at reading people, never mind the obviousness in Kei’s awfully contradicting actions. Though he won’t deny physical attraction being 95% of what is pulling him in.

“Something to eat or something?” Kei asked sceptically, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Yeah, like…. Cake?” Kuroo smirked at the sudden expression change, he wanted to learn everything about Tsukishima Kei. Along with the fact that he loves cake, apparently. Damn, who gets that excited about cake?

(‘Me, obviously. Cake is life, cake is what makes the soul, Tetsurou.’

‘Shush, Kei. I’m telling the story.’)

“We can go to that bakery just off campus, that way you don’t have to worry about this random being a creep,” Kuroo adds, to ease any reluctance of a stranger asking him out. Though Kuroo didn’t know that he wasn’t actually a random and that everyone on campus knew who the Kuroo Tetsurou was. Though, whether him being a creep or not was unknown.

Kei later confirmed he wasn’t a creep, along with learning a lot more quirks and facts about Kuroo.

" Never mind being late to class, I literally forgot I even had class that day – no regrets though, right?” Kuroo laughed as he leant over Kei and pressed his nose gently against Kei’s with the most beautiful smile on his dumb face and Kei was so in love.

The internal awkward yodelling still hadn’t ceased even after all these years, after all.

Later that evening:

"Wait, what the hell did that have to do with my so called 'ice-block extremities'?" Kuroo asks.

"When you passed me my strawberry short cake it felt like your fingers were icicles and I had to refrain from making some comment about you trying to seductively brush them against my own fingers. I almost dropped my precious cake, you abominable snowman," Kei smirked.

"Wha?!"

[These dorks love each other very much.]

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