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forusomimiya · 11 hours
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When he has to hold your hair and put you in front of the mirror cause he wants you to see how pretty you look while he is entering you.
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nyctophilicroses · 3 months
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Kuroo feels… bad, when he can’t come home to you.
He tries, always, to have dinner with you, or at least make it home at an appropriate time, but tonight is just tight. And sure, you’re understanding, but he hears it tonight, in your voice, that you’re upset, and it makes him want to douse the entire building in gasoline and light it ablaze.
“But you promised,” you whimper softly.
“I know I did,” he says, gnawing at the fat of his lip. “But it’s… I really want to make this deadline, and there was a change in the paperwork and leadership issues, and-“
“It’s fine, Tetsuro,” you say, and he feels his heart snap.
“Am I in trouble?” He teases in hopes to lighten the mood, and he does hear you scoff softly.
“Not yet you’re not. Please make sure you eat, I don’t need you emaciated because of this report.”
He laughs and cards a heavy hand through his hair, “you make me happy.”
“You make me happy too, handsome.”
“I love you,” he pants.
“Love you too.”
With that, you click the phone shut on your end, before he can ask you where the ‘I’ went or if you were mad at him again. He knows you are, he would be too if you promised for the past three nights to be home, and you weren’t.
Work should always come second; but right now, he’s so on work mode he just wants to get this done.
With a scrub of his face with his hands, he gently smacks his own cheeks and picks up a folder, one he needed from home just a few days ago, and when he lifts it, there’s a stack of pictures that fall out of it.
It’s from a Polaroid camera Kenma got you years ago, easier for you to take pictures and have them on hand; Tetsuro likes the way he doesn’t have to struggle with the printer any time he wants a physical picture of you. You like it because you can pull shit like this.
Thumbing through the pictures, Tetsuro’s cock twitches in his pants.
It's you, in nothing but his work shirt and the flesh the gods gave you, nestled in the chair of his home office. In your left hand, a glass of white wine, which you always drink when you're alone, and your right is nestled between your decadent thighs, playing with your prettiest parts. Your teeth are sunken into your lip with a cheeky smirk, and he knows you're playing it up just to mock him.
You look divine, absolutely delicious in the leather chair that's usually housing his sore back, now only to be seen as a throne for your pleasureful escapades and ways to make his squirm. He can practically taste your pretty twat mingling with the smell of swelling leather under your writhing body, and he can't believe he's still sitting at his desk miles away from you, what is wrong with him-
“Fuck,” he snarls into the air, breath hot and sticky as he pants, “you planned this, didn’t you, you tease?”
The fabric on your body looks delicious clinging to the most sensitive parts of you, parts he now envies the fabric for touching, and the way your hand is slinked between your thighs, touching things that belong to him, touching parts of you he could punish you for, it has him riled up to the point he could run home. He chuckles around a grunt at the idea of you waking up from a text of his to have his file ready for him, you throwing on a shirt of his and, when you see the little camera in his office, getting more than a little creative before he gets home and picks it up.
"Don't you know my fingers feel better, you brat?" He says to then picture, slipping a hand under the desk to undo his button. When his cock springs free, he whines at the cool air that hits the wetness in his boxers, and before he can even process it, his cock is gripped in his beefy hand and he goes hoarse at the feeling.
He can practically hear you giggle in confirmation and it doesn’t take him long before he’s craving more, more friction, more pleasure, more relief, and he wastes no more time before using the hand toying with his cock to finally jerk himself, his head tossing back against the chair to cushion his force.
“Fuck me,” he growls, thumbing his weeping slit as his mind paints any and every filthy scenario that it could about this whole scene; walking in and taking you over his desk, or commanding you to finger yourself right there on his chair for him and only him to see, and his wrist already cramps at the sheer force and eagerness of tugging himself to a desperate and much needed climax.
In his mind, it's you and that pretty little cunt working him over, squeezing you in ways only you can, and he hears your pretty moans ringing in the air with each thrust of his thick hips into you.
Heat broils in his belly, grip faltering as his hips desperately roll up into his hand, and beads of sweat start to adorn his upper lip and forehead at the exertion. His tongue licks his lips, almost as if searching for a taste of your sweet nectar between your legs, and by surprise, he tosses his head back again with a roar and a cross of his eyes, coming hard, hot in his hand as he paints his seed over his pants and bare hands.
He comes. He comes right there in his suit and tie to the mere idea of you, painting his desk and narrowly avoiding the paperwork scattered over the top. His head spins and his temples throb, and he drops the picture on his desk, shaking and panting and wading in the glorious aftershocks of his orgasm that all he can do is smile and chuckle to himself, suddenly deciding that that wasn’t enough for him.
He needed more.
He sighs into the air, throat dry from his panting and the heat of his forces, a massive hand coming up to gently rub the gaze of euphoria from his eyes. As he wades in the post orgasmic bliss, guilt and hunger swells in his heart for having abandoned you for so long, so long where you felt the need to do this for him to remember how lucky he is to have you.
What was he doing. What was he doing? You, an absolute goddess, are trapped at home alone, while he becomes a victim to some cooperation who couldn't care less if he was here or there.
He's an idiot for picking to stay here.
With a sigh, he clicks your name once again to call you, relieved when you answer promptly. “Hello?” Your voice comes over the line, and he chuckles softly at the feeling of his cock jumping at your voice. "Is everything okay?"
“Hey, momma,” he rasps, licking his lips. “I’m gonna come home… need to see my favorite girl.”
He practically hears you smirk, and he wants to demolish you and that pretty little pussy you’d just deprived him of, the little cunt he misses and craves and salivates over.
“You found my pictures.”
“Warm that pretty cunt up for me,” he chuckles, jamming himself in his pants.
“Want to fuck it right when I walk in the door.”
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emmyrosee · 2 months
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I found out akaashi calls Kuroo ‘Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-San’, so here you all go
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“No, truly.”
“Like, he’s so cocky, for what?”
“Literally!”
“And don’t even get me started on his hair today; like good lord, did he look in a mirror?”
From around the corner, Kuroo and Bokuto listen intently, one with a small smirk, the other with worry in his eyes. You and Akaashi had been talking in between practices for the past three days, for hours on end, and it was about time the two captains called you out on it.
What they didn’t take into account, was the one and only, calm, collected Akaashi Keiji to be such a gossip.
Even Kuroo’s got to admit, it’s kinda hot to hear his insignificant other and Bokuto’s wrangler talk shit.
“Do you think they’re talking about me?” Bokuto asks, and Kuroo shakes his head in mischief.
“No, they’re talking about me, Bokuto.”
“How can you tell?”
“They’d never talk bad about you- one, they adore you, and two, Akaashi knows better than to risk putting you in a mood-“
Interrupting Kuroo’s countdown, there’s a groan from the other side of the wall, followed by an akaashi chuckle, “hey- he’s your man.”
Kuroo smirks, “number three.”
Bokuto’s worried expression turns to one of amusement, “ohhhh, you have ugly hair!” He cackles, pointing at Kuroo. Behind the corner, the two of you go quiet, and Bokuto covers his mouth. “Well good luck, Kuroo!”
“Thanks, Bokuto,” he chuckles, stretching before making his way around the corner to face you both. “Heyyy,” Kuroo sings as he walks towards you. He lowers his eyes as you shift in shock, and Akaashi merely looks up at him in challenge. “I was wondering where you two disappeared to.”
“Same place we always do,” Akaashi says flatly, taking a sip of his water. “I’m glad you’re able to use your cognitive thinking skills to find us.”
He gives Akaashi a fake, dramatic smile, before letting his body language drop back to casual. He casts you a look, “hey babe.”
“Hey love,” you mewl, resting your head against his thigh cutely, and he knows you know he heard you and Akaashi not thirty seconds ago. He smiles and gently uses a large hand to cup the back of your head, thumb gently stroking your temple.
“Whatcha talking about?” Tetsuro chirps, smiling fakely. “Got all nice and quiet when I came around the corner.”
Akaashi rolls his eyes, “talking about them potentially becoming a manager for your team. Why’re you acting weird?”
Tetsuro lets out a loud “ahh,” in understanding. “Was that before you asked if I looked into a mirror today?”
Akaashi smirks, “before, of course.”
“Right, obviously.”
You blink at him in mercy, “we were just kidding…”
“Oh, I’m sure,” tetsuro says, pinching his brows as he nods in understanding. Then, he hunches over to be closer to you, face to face.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you pay.”
You scream as he scoops you in his bulky arms and tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your flailing limbs and laughter. “You, I’ll deal with later,” he says, locking eyes with Akaashi.
Who only gives him a smirk to rile him further, “in your dreams, Kuroo-San.”
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tiniella · 1 year
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older!kuroo is a great boyfriend.
sunday mornings are his favourite thing. he can just squeeze you against him and listen to your soft snores, keep you very close to him so he can hear your hearbeat and watch you waking up slowly.
he kisses your forehead and tells you to stay just like that and gets up, only to come back with your favourite breakfast on a tray. he watches you eat and asks you what you want to do today, that he'd be up for anything like taking you shopping, even if that means he will only watch you trying on cute little clothes and carry the bags for you.
and of course, as the good boyfriend that he is, he helps you do your hair and ties your shoes, he remembers you to wear a coat because it's feeling a bit chilly outside and reminds you to hold his hand at all times so he doesn't lose you in the crowd.
you're smiling brightly by the time you both get in car to go back home, kissing his cheek and thanking him for being so nice.
"anything for you, little one."
tetsuro is indeed a great boyfriend.
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noomon · 6 months
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ding!
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. . . kuroo tetsurou. a little bit of chemistry in between.
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“what’d you get?”
“39.7810. you?”
“14.3662.”
“how?”
tetsurou gives you a confused look, peering over his chair a bit to glance at your solution process. he then scoots his chair, moving it closer to yours.
“what did you input on your calculator?” he asks, skimming through your notes and then back at the information written on the board. everything seemed to be fine. “did you miss a decimal point or. . ?”
“hold on,” you say, slowly yet surely typing away on your calculator as if you’ve never used one in your life, even though you’ve already gone through two semesters—going three—carrying the burden of studying and using a calculator for general chemistry.
“you type like my grandpa,” he snorts a laugh. “surely you type quicker when you’re texting your lovey-dovey cakes, no?”
“shut up,” you huffed, playfully hitting his arm as you continued. “i don’t have time for a lovey-dovey relationship. why would i need a relationship when i’m failing chem?”
“you do have a point.”
“i always do.”
“not when you’re not getting the wrong answers in chem, though.”
“wow, ok. just because you got our professors approval stickers doesn’t mean you also earn bragging rights.”
“actually, it does.” he smiles at you, and you, in return, stick your tongue out.
you sigh, shaking your head, and hand him the calculator. “still the same. 39.7810.” you told him. “how about you do it, oh great chemistry sticker enthusiast?”
tetsurou takes your calculator, then guides your hand alongside his. “watch,” he says, beginning to type in what was needed. “and then you have to make sure to add the parentheses so the functions are isolated; that’s what you’ve been missing, genius.”
“ohh.”
if it weren’t for you actually needing to learn how to get the correct answer, you would’ve made a comment about how tetsurou made this excuse just to hold your hand.
“ohh,” he mimics you, earning him another thwack, which made him feign a pained yelp. “ow! you really need to be nicer to your very handsome, chemistry-loving classmate.”
you raised a brow. “chemistry-loving, sure. handsome? eh, no.” of course, you were only joking with him.
he pouts, leaning his weight on your shoulder. “that’s mean!” he tells you. “a thank you would’ve been nice.”
“thank you, tetsu. now get your weight off of me, you stink.”
“hey!” he gasped, clinging to you tighter. “for your information, i took a bath. and it’s only first period. how could i possibly stink?”
“dunno, but you do.”
“meanie.”
“don’t act innocent when you’re mean to me too,” you noted with a chuckle.
from afar, your classmates glanced at the interactions you and tetsurou shared. all coming to the conclusion that you two definitely have chemistry, especially when it came to general chemistry.
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euphoricimagination · 3 months
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hellooo how are you? i was wondering if i could request a scenario where reader finds out her friends were fake, and theyre super rude to her and the boys find out and how they would react. with bokuto, akaashi, and kuroo :3 and if you could add atsumu or suna in there, that would be cool but if not its okay!! thank you so much <3
Of course! Thanks for liking my works! Here's what i came up with
Feat. Kuroo, Bokuto & Suna-> Masterlist
Fake friends
Kuroo
You were sitting in the café while waiting for Kuroo to arrive, he just texted you saying that he’ll be a few minutes late to your date, but you didn’t notice the message, too in your head to even hear the ring of your phone.
Lately you been feeling like your friends were being unnecessary mean to you. Sure, you always were a bit rude to each other, you always were playfully fighting with each other, but things never cross the line about your personal boundaries…until a few weeks ago. Suddenly you fights didn’t had that playful tone in them, they started to feel real, and suddenly, they were messing with things that you had told them were sensitive. You thought that you will be friends with them despite the distance between your univerties, but when you meet up again in person everything felt so different.
You were so absorbed in your thoughts, trying to figure out if you had done anything to them, that you hadn’t listen the door of the cafeteria open, let alone the steps coming close to you or the sweet voice of your boyfriend calling your name; you only snapped away from them when a hand places on your shoulder, Kuroo looking down at you worried as he kisses your temple and sitting down in front of you.
“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked
“Eh? Nothing, don’t worry” you smile at him, hesitant to tell him
“Yeah, sure, tell that to your face next time too” he says playfully, trying to make you smile “you can tell me anything, I’ll help you out however I can”
“well, it’s just….” You sigh before explaining to him the thoughts that were in your head prior to his arrival. He just sighs, he knows your friends and he thought that your bickering was cute, but there was no mistake in their recent actions
“well darling, I could always talk to them if you want me to” he offers, trying to find a rational solution for you first “but…”
“mhm?”
“I personally don’t think is worth it to keep them around any longer” he says, he didn’t want to keep you away from them, but the hurt in your eyes wasn’t a lie “you told them you didn’t like those ‘jokes’, they didn’t listen. If they don’t respect your boundaries there’s no point in being friends”
“I…I” You listen to him attentively before bursting down crying, you knew he was right, of course he was “we’ve been friends for so long though, they were my only friends since high school…”
“I know, darling, I know” he comes to your side, hugging you “you have me for whatever you need; Kenma too, he does like you a lot too even though his personality doesn’t show it; hell, even Bokuto adores you and he met you once before” he says, making you chuckle “and I have no doubt you’ll meet more people in your classes, you’re amazing, anyone that doesn’t want to be your friend is the idiot”
You chuckle again, relaxing into his arms as you try to calm down. Everything will be alright as long as you had him by your side.
“now, let’s order something and go to my place?” he asks you
“Sure, let’s go”
Bokuto
You were hanging out with your friends while waiting for Bokuto to arrive. Well, hanging out with them was an overstatement, after all you were being left out of the conversation after trying to join multiple times, leaving you on the side while they giggle about whatever they were talking about. You eyes were stinging due to the tears that were about to come out, feeling depressed about the way this day has ended.
Originally you and your so called friends were going to hang out during the day on a convention after months of not seeing each other, and everything seemed rather normal in the beginning; but not even an hour has passed when you noticed that they slowly started to put you aside. First every comment you made was ignored or laugh off, then they left you behind while walking, and now they seemed to completely forgotten that you were even there as they talk about a relationship of one of them that you weren’t even aware it was happening. You wanted to call Bokuto to pick you up early, but you knew he had practice so you laugh it off and wait.
But once you saw Bokuto walking towards you, excited grin on his face as he waves his hand, that you tears started to roll down involuntary. With Bokuto affection and attention was never a problem, but after feeling so unappreciated today, his overexcited self was so welcomed.
He saw your tears, confused as to why you were crying before he noticed the way you were sitting alongside your so called friends. They were all together on one side of the table while you were alone on the other, no one sitting beside you as they chit chat with each other. He walked faster towards you, unexpectedly pulling you up of the chair and giving you a big hug
“Hi, my cutie pie” he hugs you tightly, the eyes of your friends popping out as they realize just who was in front of them “why didn’t you called me earlier if you were uncomfortable?”
“you had practice”
“that can wait, coach would have understand!” he adds, taking your bag in his shoulder as he pulls you even closer to him. He then turn towards your friends, who are babbling something to you, and gives them an uncharacteristically serious look “you should be ashamed, no one deserves to be ignored om purpose, let alone someone that you call your friend”
With that he pulls you away from them, but instead of going to his car, he takes you to some stalls
“Aren’t we going home?” you asked
“Well, it’ll be a waste not to enjoy this place! Besides you probably didn’t actually enjoy it, so let’s have some fun first!” he says going back to his carefree self, and while you didn’t know if he did it to cheer you up or because he did actually wanted to be in the convention, you did up enjoying it this time around with your lover.
Suna
You lay in the bed waiting for Suna to come to lay with you, watching social media while he showers after a long day of practice. You had to take your make up off, but were feeling too lazy to stand up right now.
You were supposed to go out with your friends tonight, nothing too crazy, just some hangout with them; but at the last minute they message you telling you that it was cancelled since something had come up. You didn’t mind, you didn’t really enjoyed going out anyways, so staying in with Suna make you more than happy.
That was until you entered Instagram and saw the stories posted.
You saw the normal stories from her day, until you arrived to one that was posted 30 minutes ago, in the place that you were supposed to hang out. You tried to not overthink about it, maybe she ended up going alone since she was already ready; but then you saw the next one, which was posted in the closest friend tab, with the three of them hanging out there and having fun.
Oh.
“hey, we need to buy more shampoo, we close to running out of – you okay?” Suna tells you going out of the bathroom, only a towel on his hips. You pass him your phone, letting him see the stories your ‘friends’ posted as he raise his eyebrows, visibly annoyed “those bitches are the lowest of the low”
You chuckle weakly, you knew he would be the first to curse at them
“hey, you haven’t take that pretty make up off, have you?” he asks tossing the phone in the bed, taking some clothes off the closet
“No I haven’t, why?”
“Well, put some pretty dress on, were going to have some dinner” he says
“weren’t we going to order some take out and watch movies?”
“and let them think they won? Not in my watch, pretty, they have the nerve of post their hangout knowing that you’ll see them, so now it’s your turn to brag”
You chuckle, he was petty, you knew that, so this shouldn’t surprise you at all
“and how do you plan to find a place with space for us?”
“nothing some money can’t help” he winks at you “lets go, a fancy dinner is waiting for my pretty girl”
You did end up in a fancy restaurant, in a table with the best view of Tokyo and the group of your ‘friends’ blowing up with notifications about how sorry they were. You’ll make sure to block them later, for now you’ll enjoy the dinner with your boyfriend.
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chosovixen · 1 year
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NSFW!!
kuroo fucks you in his suit!!
he doesn’t bother to fully undress, not with how his cock aches behind the zipper of his dress pants. he just pulls it out and pulls your panties to the side because it’s convenient. 
kuroo works a lot, and to relieve some tension, your pussy is the best remedy. barely making it through the front door, he’s already grabbing at your tits, fondling and squeezing them as you both stumble towards the bedroom.
you’re in a nightgown which makes it all the easier for him to gain access to what he really needs. his large hands trail up your thigh and rest on your clothed cunt, cupping it slightly as his middle finger rubs against your bud softly. 
quiet moans escape your lips, and he smirks against you, satisfied. with no time to waste, he’s pushing you onto the king-sized bed you share, pulling your panties to the side, and tucking them under your bum, so they don’t get in the way.
he fumbles with the buckle and zipper of his pants for a moment before he’s finally got it. kuroo then pulls his cock out and gives it a few pumps before positioning himself between your legs. you smile at his eagerness but spread your legs, so he doesn’t have to work for it. 
with ease, he slips in, stretching your cunt just a bit before he’s in full action, fucking you till you’re crying for him to stop.
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dabisbratz · 1 year
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B♡Y NEXT DOOR — kuroo tetsuro x male reader
w.c: 1.6k
WARNING: mentions of blowjobs, deepthroating, free-use, creampies, manhandling, fantasizing, kuroo is kinda a perv!, shy reader, college au.
a/n: msorry this is so short!! the request was kinda vague so i tried to put together what i could! it’s mainly kuroo’s thoughts for the nsfw part, but i think it’s still okay!
Dorm life is not your forté. Sure, you haven’t experienced it yet, but you can just tell it’s going to lead to your forthcoming demise. Exhibit A, it’s two in the morning and you’re only just now moving in after orientation. It’s late, the sun had set hours ago and it was time for the moon to occupy the sky. It’s your saving grace from the darkness of the hall, yellow light illuminating off the walls from just one small lamp by the communal mailboxes. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake, especially since you were particularly tired yourself. Your aching body pops with tension as you stretch your arms, lifting them above your head as your shirt rides up and exposes just a hint of your lower abdomen. Just a few more boxes to go.
You’re ready to curl up in bed, away from any prying eyes and fellow students. Starting during the second semester wasn’t a very smart move, everyone knew each other already, and you’d have ten times more issues trying to make friends when groups were already established. Who knew the type of people you’d be sharing a place with. You sigh, a quiet huff through protruding cheeks, and begin dragging a particularly heavy box inside your room.
“Hey! Be careful,” There’s a gruff voice behind you, raspy from either overuse or lack thereof, but fried from sleep nonetheless. You freeze, body stiffening as your back collides with the person behind you, much more solid than you’d originally thought they’d be. But you push through it, already embarrassed and body ablaze from the rocky first meeting. They let you step through, covering their ears dramatically at the sound of heavy cardboard scraping against the hardwood flooring. “What’s your deal?!”
Ah. It’s a man behind you, no older than you, who stands tall with long, lean limbs. His hair is dark, barely even brown, swooped up with what you assume is copious amounts of gel, save for a few tufts of hair that rest along his right eye. In the dark lighting you can’t exactly make out all his features, but you can tell his facial structure is nice, with the way the moonlight peeking through the blinds cups his cheeks.
His footsteps pound against the floor as he turns to walk around you and the box, hunched over to pick it up himself— save the headache. Apologies bubble in your throat, threatening to spill off your tongue, but despite his words he doesn’t seem all that bothered. Your arms fall to your sides, head bowed as he carries the box somewhere with the others. Should you introduce yourself?
“Sorry…” You start, voice quiet and reserved. You can’t tell if he heard you, but you continue anyway, fighting the urge to find the nearest closed off room and hide. “I didn’t… They said no one would be here today.”
You can hardly see him, just a silhouette of a man, but it makes a movement as if he’s scratching his chin. Maybe you said something wrong.
“Oh,” Is all he says, and you can imagine his lips curling into a small ‘o’ along with it. He really should listen more. In fact, the front door features a calendar with this very day circled, written in messy handwriting ‘roommate move-in.’ “Kenma said something about that. I’m Kuroo, just housesitting!”
So he’s..not your roommate, then? There’s a beat of silence before he flickers on the lights, bright and harsh against your unadjusted survey. Your face is distorted cutely, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed as you blink around the room, taking in its appearance. It’s minimalistic, not much besides two beds, video game consoles, and freshly organized wires. You assume the other door by the right of the room leads to the bathroom. You look back at the man, finally adjusted, with hesitance.
He’s staring at you, hazel upturned eyes narrowed like a cat. A shiver runs down your spine, ice cold and painfully obvious as you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other, shrinking under his gaze. He seems to soften at that, manually widening his eyes so he appears less intimidating. Despite it all, though, he’s cute. With a strong jaw and straight eyelashes, a soft yet handsome and defined face. It’s only then you notice his clothing— or, lack thereof. His boxers are striped, black and red, and that’s about it. You shuffle awkwardly, biting your tongue.
“Well! This place is gonna be real quiet,” He jokes to himself, lips curling upward as he tears his gaze away from your handsome face. Between you and Kenma, he’s sure there won’t be much conversation. You’re not exactly blunt, though. Maybe a ball of nervousness, but not blunt, from what he can see.“You’re a lot cuter than I thought.”
“You too.” Your response is immediate, but the wide eyed expression on your face makes him think you didn’t actually mean to say it. You’re really soft spoken, too. If anything else was going on he surely would’ve missed it. Kuroo feels himself smile.
“Oya? Did you think I was ugly?” He strikes a childish pose, resting his face in his palms as he bats his long eyelashes in your direction. He relishes the sound of your laughter, just as quiet as your voice. He wonders how loud you can get.
He watches you shake your head in response, a genuine smile gracing your face as you pick up the last of your things— blankets and pillows—and carry them over to your assigned bed. His eyes never leave you, glued to your face as you place sheets on your bed and fluff your pillows. You look so easy to move, he could just flip you over and do it for you, hold onto your waist and lift you up like you’re a feather. Pretty, too.
Kuroo clears his throat, dropping his arms to discreetly cover his erection. At this rate he’ll have to tuck his dick in his waistband.
He imagines pushing you down onto your knees, pretty mouth open wide enough for him to rest his cock on your pink tongue, loud slaps echoing through the room. The wet squelch of his precum frothing on your tongue, the head of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at random moments, just so he can hear you gag and choke on his cock.
He imagines a particularly sharp thrust down your throat, watching it bulge and contract around his dick until you can’t breathe. But even then, you’d hold onto the back of his thighs, try to push him deeper while you cry over not being able to take him deeper.
He imagines burying your face in his pubes, watching your teary eyes roll back when he finally fits himself down your throat, cock twitching as your ruined face presses against his hip. That would be enough for him, your pretty, fucked-out face looking back up at him as your throat makes humiliating noises around his shaft.
He imagines cumming down your throat, guiding himself out when it’s apparent you might black out, watching you catch your breath with loud, rushed pants. He’d cup your face, tapping it gently so you look up at him, forcing you to follow his slow breaths, chest expanding with ease. He’d call you his good boy, slapping his dick against your cheek.
He imagines lifting you up by the soft skin of your throat, watching you stumble over your own feet and lean into him for stability. Your eyes would be glassy, glazed over as you beg him for something, anything. Any type of release, any touch to your pretty body. You’d beg so pretty, soft voice suddenly loud and high pitched as you bounce where you stand, whining out, “Ple—ase, Tets!”
He imagines slutting you out, turning you into a shameless whore while he slides back into you for the third time that day. He wonders if you’d hide your face, closing your legs and whining about the intrusion just to have them parted again, Kuroo’s much stronger, bigger hands digging into the plush of your thighs to inspect your sopping hole. That just wouldn’t do, he’d pull your hands away from your face, holding your jaw between his fingers so you can watch his cock sink into you again and again, cum cascading down your thighs and dripping onto the floor.
He imagines making you beg for it, your entire body tense as he fucks into you, holds you open with his hands to watch his cock get swallowed by your velvety walls. You’re so shy, so quiet and timid. So he imagines your squeals, your mind too far gone after hitting your sweet spots over and over and over. You’d be his sexdoll, pliant and moldable in his hands as he bounces you on and off his cock, even feeding his leaking cum back to you. He wants to smear it over your lips and have you wear it like lipgloss—
Your mattress squeaks, loud enough to snap the business major out of his thoughts, and he finds you shyly sitting crisscross on your bed. Your head is tilted, sweet like a puppy as you blink up at him, voice barely above a whisper.
“Uhm, Kuroo…? Are you okay?”
“Right, right!” Kuroo nods, glad the patch of precum pooling in his boxers is covered by the deep shade of fabric. He bounces on his heels, stiffly shuffling further toward the bathroom as he speaks. “There’s a place opening up on campus that sells really good fish. We should go sometime! Get to know each other, right?”
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kentoavenue · 7 months
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thunderstorms - kuroo tetsurou
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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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sakanoshitaa · 1 month
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you had never particularly liked sharing a bed with anyone. tolerated, sure. you shared a bed with a handful of people through college and your early twenties- hookups, situationships, partners. but you always hated cuddling while sleeping. the sensation of being touched, the sound of the other’s breathing, all too much and preventing you from drifting off.
your partners learned to accept your “no touching while sleeping” rule. you cuddled plenty in the morning, but were alone at night. when one of you went out of town you secretly relished in having the bed all to yourself.
you thought this was how it would always be. that you were just different and liked sleeping alone. that is, until you met kuroo.
in so many ways, your relationship with him was unlike anything you had ever experienced. everything was so easy, you two just fit together. you understood that he was your person. and you were surprised to find that you didn’t mind sleeping curled up against him, wrapped in his arms. his touch comforted, rather than perturbed. you had no trouble falling asleep pressed into tetsuro.
after a few months of living together, he left for a couple weeks on a jva business trip. astonishingly, when you went to lay down the night he left, you were sad to find the bed empty. you found yourself having a hard time falling asleep without him, when for so long, with anyone else, it was the opposite. a foreign feeling. welcome, but still a little hollow, especially with how long he’d be away.
each night when you go to bed, you find yourself laying there, cold and a little lonely in the big bed. turning your thoughts over and over in your head like a rounded, flat pebble. wishing you were wrapped in tetsuro’s warm, secure embrace.
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mysterystarz · 8 days
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just keep falling for
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pairing: kuroo tetsurou x g!n reader
genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, boatload of an oblivious but perceptive reader, kuroo really doesn’t know how to get the obvious out and reader cannot really tell him they know what he means
notes: rewatching hq and i literally fell in love w everyone again — dedicated to all kuroo fans, not proofread at all
also i haven’t written in so long so my style is all over the place so pls critique me and also my hand slipped
reblogs and opinions are appreciated &lt;3
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kuroo was taking an awfully long time in the locker room.
standing in the gym, you watched as the first years helped with deconstructing the volleyball nets for the day. while you offered your help, they politely declined, suggesting you wait to accompany their captain out to advertise their great work.
normally, kuroo was quick. any jokes that happened inside the locker room were quick to reach your ears, and you knew how much he tried to include you in everything.
you leaned against the wall, watching the clock tick for a whole minute before opting to pace around the gym.
little did you know, kuroo was having a meltdown inside the locker room.
“kuroo!” yaku yelled, brandishing his towel. “you need to get a grip. stop freaking out. you’re supposed to be the composed one!”
“seriously kuroo,” kenma agreed, “why are you acting so surprised. it’s not like this is new news.”
“guys,” kuroo began, raking a finger through his hair, “this messes up everything.”
“is this about y/n?” lev asked, finally entering the locker room. “did kuroo finally do something about that crush?”
“enough!” kuroo sighed, sitting down at one of the benches. in the span of the last ten minutes, kuroo had one of the most dramatic realizations of his life.
he liked you.
you, his best friend and his other half. you, who cheered for him at every game and even lended him cool analogies to use in captains speeches. you, who stole his jacket and ran away from him, leaving him to chase you as far as the two of you could run.
he wasn’t sure what had changed. somehow, you’d entered his head, and with every pump of his heart, you sunk deeper and deeper into his bloodstream.
“did you seriously not know?” yaku asked gently, “because if you ask us, it was obvious from the very start. you hold them in such high regard.”
“i didn’t,” he admitted, turning to meet yaku’s eyes. “i didn’t know and now, i don’t know what to do. we’ve been friends for ages….i don’t even think they see me that way.”
“just tell them kuroo,” kenma said, not looking up from his console. “they like you a lot, they’re not going to say no.”
the team voiced their agreement, and began to file out of the locker room at last.
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“sorry to keep you waiting,” he smiled, meeting your gaze as he walked out of the locker room.
“no problem,” you said, returning a grin of your own. “was there something going on in there?”
“nahhhhh,” he laughed, “someone was just having a meltdown about how to do a proper confession.”
“confession?” you rose a brow, and kuroo silently cursed himself for letting such a specific detail slip.
for a moment, you were stunned. as you walked, you considered all the possibilities.
you knew lev had been racking up quite the fanbase through his games, and you also knew how yaku was starting to branch out a bit more. if kenma had a prospective partner, you would’ve already heard of it by now.
unless…unless it was kuroo having the meltdown.
you pondered this detail as you walked out of the school doors, holding them open for your lanky best friend.
“hey dork,” you began, “who are you planning on confessing to? it was your meltdown, right?”
kuroo felt his heart drop in his chest. curse you and your quick connections.
“what makes you think the meltdown was mine?”
“because i would’ve known about everyone else,” you smiled confidently. “you would’ve told me.”
kuroo simply looked at you, distracted by your smile and the way it lit up your eyes. if only he could put it into words.
you had a way of making him nervous.
“i’d tell you details if you stopped smiling at me like that. too bright — it’s hurting my eyes.” he teased.
what he didn’t expect was for you to laugh and immediately drop your smile, transitioning to a serious face.
“tell me now,” you huffed, “i deserve to know who’s on your mind these days.”
he sighed.
if there was one thing worse than your uncanny ability to read his mind, it was the lack of that ability to tell that you were the only person he ever thought about.
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kuroo got home, resting his bag on the floor of his room and immediately dialing kenma. he picked up in an instant, and kuroo couldn’t help but be thankful for his setter.
“kenma,” he sighed, “this is like one of your games. impossible.”
“let me guess. y/n didn’t catch a hint?”
“they know it’s me” he groaned, “they know i had the meltdown. they know there’s someone in my head. they keep trying to ask me who it is, but i can’t just say ‘it’s you’ can i?”
“being direct is actually a good idea.” kenma suggested, “go retry that level kuroo. maybe you’ll have some luck this time.”
with that, kenma hung up, leaving kuroo frenzied with an emotion that felt a lot like hope.
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sitting and staring out the window, you wondered if now was a good time to acknowledge your growing crush on nekoma’s middle blocker.
he was everything you could ever ask for. thoughtful, sweet, laughably charming, and with a nerdy twist that made him a dork and undeniably your other half.
it didn’t help how handsome he’d become over the years either. he’d gotten taller and taller, his eyes golden and his hair endearingly messy. he was solid from all the days spent practicing, and after every embrace, you were left craving more.
as much as you didn’t want to admit your discomfort, the sensation hovered over you like a fog.
the idea of kuroo having feelings for someone else was bittersweet. you adored him — you really did, and his happiness was yours.
but….you couldn’t help but wish that you could both be happy. that he’d see you the way you’d always seen him.
someone to just keep falling for.
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the next morning, kuroo came to grab you from your house for the daily walk to school. he’d made an effort to make sure his tie was on incorrectly in the hopes that you’d fix it for him.
you greeted him at the door, breaking into a grin upon seeing his disheveled state.
“come inside,” you sighed, dragging him by the hand into the foyer. he stood patiently as you reached for his tie, straightening out the edges and meticulously smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt.
“it’s almost like we’re married.” he teased, happy at the flustered expression that shot onto your features. “what? cat got your tongue?”
“shut up tetsu.”
“i don’t want to.” he said, looking into your eyes. he hoped that there was something conveyed in the silent space between you. the tenseness was all but palpable.
“oh.” you whispered, cupping his cheek. “so this is your confession? a messy tie and a lot of cheek.”
“of course,” he smirked, “you’re the only person i’d do that for.”
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archonsabyss · 8 months
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╰─..✶. [ Our Little Family ]
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❒ pairing: husband!kuroo x wife!fem!reader
❒ genre: fluff!
❒ warnings: established relationship! reader is showing (small baby bump)! mentions of vagina? Uhh idk what else lmk
❒ wc: 1.8k
𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆? (pt 1) | 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗞𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀 (pt 3) | 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 (pt 4)
─❒ authors note: and dad kuroo continues.. Not proofread. Been in my drafts for a week bcz I had sm planned 4 it only I said said screw it & adjusted a few things. Not my best but it's something. I'm sick of keeping these things in my drafts because they're not done, knowing full well that they'll never be done with the way my mind works
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Kuroo was staring.
He'd been staring ever since he abandoned looking for his charger to observantly glare at your body buried beneath the two layers of blankets.
Kuroo had developed a staring problem ever since his baby fever kicked in and even worse after you revealed the little secret you've been keeping. Learning of the tiny life form growing within your stomach, Kuroo was now keen on not missing even a second of the process. Quite literally every second.
Today was no exception. He awoke, rolled over in bed to face you, and slung his arm over your stomach as carefully as he could. When you eventually woke up and begged him to either get up with you or let you get up yourself, like a lost puppy he followed your every move. Walking with you into the bathroom and watching you as you brushed your teeth and cleaned up only to get back into bed.
His eyes followed your every move. The flexing of your fingers, the tilting of your head, the parting of your lips, and the lazy fluttering of your eyes. Kuroo was intent on grasping every motion.
After coming so far with the man you fell into step with his unrelenting gaze and learned to dismiss it knowing he didn't necessarily want something all the time. Though it was quite the challenge trying to decipher what gaze of his was demanding of something, and what gaze was just a simple gaze.
Somehow the hours flew by and Kuroo gave you space to breathe, letting himself get distracted by things around the house. Only it didn't last long as he ended up positioned on his knees on his side of the bed with his elbows digging into the mattress and his chin resting lazily in his palm, eyes drifting back and forth from your eyes to your stomach.
You were so deeply engrossed in your phone that his inquisitive stare went unnoticed until the long audible huffs of air heaved from his chest one after the other in an almost perfectly timed pattern.
Kuroo huffed. A few seconds later he repeated his action.
His attempt at getting your attention worked smoothly after the tenth time as you lowered your phone and glanced at him. Only your attention didn't stay on him long enough before you went back to your phone, so Kuroo resorted to climbing onto the bed and demanding you of your attention by shifting his body to press up against your side, and his head to rest on the pillow peaking out from behind you. He buried his nose into the material of your shirt and cuddled up to you as he's done a thousand times over.
"What's wrong this time, Tetsu," You asked softly, pulling the blanket away from his face and running your fingers through his hair.
Kuroo slid his warm hands under your shirt and placed it against the small barely visible swelling of your stomach, and that in itself is an answer to his lingering stare.
"I put a baby in you" He thoughtlessly blurted out, eyes brimming with an innocent factor that made you bite back a hearty laugh.
Not denying the truth you nodded, "Yes. You did"
"I actually put a baby in you" He repeats sounding even more amazed by the fact.
"I put a ring on you and I put a baby in you"
"Tetsurou?" You furrowed your brows, smiling in minor confusion as Kuroo continued to mumble under his breath.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah perfect. Why'd you ask?" He blinked and you shrugged.
Kuroo finds himself slipping deeper into his trail of thoughts and you don't bother to stop him. You forget your phone and the book you were reading before getting distracted on your device and focus on the way your husband's hand is subconsciously slipping under your shirt and rubbing circles on your stomach.
"What do you think it is?"
Kuroo's ears immediately perk up at your question and is pulling his face away just enough for you to look at each other.
Excitement quickly seizes his body and you can feel it in the way his usually stiff neck and tense shoulders as of lately, relieve themselves of all its repressed burdens and deflate into the bed; into your hold, with ease.
"A girl and a boy!" He impulsively exclaims as if he'd been pondering the thought quite often; which he most certainly had. Often being beyond an understatement.
Kuroo is not surprised when your brows knit together and you're looking at him as if he was insane.
You didn't oppose the idea of twins, however, you did fear the process of birthing them and that caused you to sober.
"I want a whole army of little demons to terrorize our extended family" He grins cheerfully.
"I'd for sure train one to steal Kenmas video games when I'm not around. God knows I need all the help I can get with that child. I'll need one to bully Atsumu. One to hover around Tsuki and piss him off while I record the entire thing. One would be my littlest carbon copy and inherit all my amazing good looks and personality and taunt people for the hell of it. Another would be your carbon copy but a total daddy's girl, have me wrapped around her tiny fingers just like her mama... And─"
"And that sounds adorable" You shush him, "But you're getting ahead of yourself, Kuroo. Let me push this one out first before you start planning my vagina's destruction"
"When you put it like that I kinda sound like an inconsiderate douche who's neglecting his wife's beautiful body and incredibly delicate mindset" He grumbled with a pout, pushing himself to lay on top of you, careful to not squish your baby bump.
"....You are"
"Am not"
"...."
silence
"Am I really?" He mumbled with round innocent eyes peering up at you knowing it was your weakness.
Kuroo shifts, lifting his body off the bed and hovering over you. His hands pressing into the headboard beside your head.
"Yeah, you're right, you're not... usually"
"Funny" He mutters with a roll of his eyes as he scoots down to bury his face between your breasts. Instinctly your fingers comb through his hair and your nails are running smoothly along his scalp, occasionally tugging pieces of his hair that were tangled in the process.
Kuroo moves down lower until his face is in line with your stomach and presses a light kiss to its covered front.
"Your mama's a real meanie, you know that? You agree with me don't you baby girl, you'd love another sibling won't ya? Such a shame Mama said no, what a bore"
The steady vibration of your chest beneath him as your laughter resonates in his ears has him grinning ear to ear. Kuroo can't contain the complacent grin etched onto his face and the way his heart leaps and flutters in absolute awe as he manages to bring out your smile and laughter.
"So... Baby girl, huh" You mused.
"Yes. Daddy's little girl" He says proudly.
"I wouldn't want to be there if it proves otherwise and it's not your baby girl but a baby boy instead"
"Hush, wife. It's a girl"
"And if it's not?" You chewed on your bottom lip which Kuroo spontaneously decides to tug free with his thumb and lean up to give it a short lewd kiss; his lips moulding gently around the plush of your bottom one and holding it captive between his teeth. He nibbles at it while muffling out incoherent sentences that you don't try to make sense of.
"Then it's a boy" He brazenly dismisses, admiring the subtle swelling of your bottom lip.
Kuroo refocuses his attention on his 'little girl', lifting your shirt above your stomach before peppering the skin with heartfelt kisses. Each one is warm and sensitive and filled with no less love than the one before it. And you have to physically restrain yourself from squirming due to the slight ticklish sensation it causes.
"And if it does turn out to be a girl then we'll just have to make a boy next time and vice versa"
"You're really pushing this little army agenda, aren't you"
Kuroo pauses. He tilts his head to the side and gives you a blank look that you're unable to interpret.
"Mostly" He answered. "I do hope to have a big family with you. But that all depends on you, my beautiful wife. It's your body... Just as it is mine" He whispered the last part suggestively and you don't refute; not entirely disagreeing with him. After all, no one has loved your body through its best and through its worst with its every flaw and insecurity, as he has.
"I hope you know I'll support any and every decision you make. Giving me this one here─" He gestured to his hand resting on your stomach, "is more than enough. If my teasing is getting too much for you and you feel pressured, then you gotta let me know baby girl. Because the last thing I wanna do is force you into something you aren't ready for or don't want"
"Mhm," You hummed thoughtfully, placing your hands on the back of his head and lightly pulling it down to lay on your stomach. Kuroo doesn't oppose your actions and simply follows along.
"Birth is scary" You confess. "That's the part that scares me. I want as many children as my body and sanity will allow me to have! But there's so much more to consider ya know? Like this is going to be our first baby and I'm thrilled but also terrified out of my mind fearing the worst" You wheezed with a loss of air after the words just began to spew from your mouth.
It's Kuroo's chance to laugh and your chance to feel as his chest shakes.
He shifts his weight onto his knees and uses his hands to cup your face, hushing your shortened breaths and heaving body.
"You're fine" He assured with a subtle nudge of his nose against yours. "There'll always be more to consider. But you know me, beautiful. And you know that I'm gonna be here every step of the way"
"I'm going to take care of you and our kid" He promised, heart pulsating steadily as he holds you.
"It's going to be our child and it'll be our family. You, me, and the baby. We'll take it as it comes alright. One day at a time, together, yeah?"
Your arms encircle his neck and you pull him closer. "Mhm"
"Love you baby girl" Kuroo whispers with a smile as he draws circles on your cheek with his thumb.
"Love you more"
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satwru · 2 years
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cw size kink, nsfw//
kuroo is big. in every aspect of the word; his hands, his body, his cock, everything. he loves making you feel small around him and pretends it doesn’t turn him on. comparing hand sizes, feeling how small your body is when he hugs you, even little things like picking you up, or when you sit on his lap, he adores it. but still, his favorite is how he can easily toss you over during sex, taking every chance he can to overpower you. how he can lift you up to bounce on his cock standing up, holding your hips to be in control of every thrust. also pinning both of your hands to bed with only one of his to hold you in place, smiling while you struggle to take all of him, and sneakily sliding a hand to your neck to slightly apply pressure. he loves it all a little too much.
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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Kuroo Tetsuro was put on this earth to have children.
Before your little twins were even a thought, he’d look longingly at young couples with kids, watching with the most dazed expression. He was always the first to smile at infants, wave at toddlers, and if the accompanying parents seemed to welcome his affections, he’d ask the young children questions.
So, the gods blessed him with twins. And 9 times out of 10, he’s the most thorough father you’ve ever known, and he’s so quick to know which child needs what, when, and why.
Right now, however, is the 1 out of 10. And it’s funny.
“There’s a tiny human at the end of our bed,” he whispers against your head, the raspiness of his voice rumbling against your temple.
“I sincerely hope you mean one of our children.”
Your joke makes Tetsuro laugh, slowly sitting up to peek at the cutest intruder in your doorway.
“Good morning, baby,” he mumbles, thick fingers pressing into his eyes to rub the sleep from them. You smile at your daughter at the foot of your bed, sleepily gazing at your little girl. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good, dadda,” she mumbles around her pacifier.
“Yeah? Where’s your sister?”
“Sleepin’.”
“She’s still sleeping?” He says, yawning softly, an arm wrapping around you to pull you closer. “How come you’re not still sleeping?”
“Bluey!” She squeals excitedly, pointing at the tv in your room.
This, has your husband’s eyes furrowing. His body shifts slightly, and his eyes dart to span over her tiny frame.
“You want to watch Bluey?” He asks, and you cock your brow up at him in confusion for his confusion.
“Uh-huh!” She crawls onto the foot of your bed with a finger extended to the big screen, “Bluey, please?”
“What’s wrong?” You whisper, grabbing the remote and clicking the tv so your tiny child is occupied.
Tetsuro leans over, pulling you close, enough to where his warm breath spans over your face.
“I don’t know which one that is,” he whispers, and you let out a soft snort.
“You really don’t know?”
“I know Hanako likes Bluey, but Hanae’s favorite pair of pj’s is the one that’s being worn right now.”
Your eyes flick back down to the figure at the bottom of your bed, who indeed, is wearing Hanae’s favorite green pajamas (Hanako’s are yellow), but is watching Bluey like no one’s business (Hanae immensely prefers paw patrol).
And in his defense… they are twins.
Looking the same is kind of what they do.
“What about her eyes?” You whisper back. Hanae has eyes like her fathers, while Hanako’s are more akin to yours.
“Couldn’t get a good look, it’s too early!”
“Pacifier color?”
“Baby they switch those regularly, you know better than to ask.”
Chewing on your lip, your eyes shift over your child’s excited eyes watching the tv. It’s true, if they weren’t identical enough, now they have to go and switch the few things that make them different.
“Who are you?” Tetsuro asks to no one, though it does make you giggle.
Then, you smile and slowly sit up, patting your husband’s chest lovingly. “Hey stinky,” you call, and you watch her messy black hair swish as she turns to face you. “Who do you like to hang out with more, uncle ken or uncle ko?”
The tiny human beams around the pacifier in her mouth, “uncle ko! ‘Cause he plays pirates with me in ‘da pool!”
You and tetsuro look at each other and grin.
Hanae.
Hanako was absolutely whipped for her uncle kenma.
“We should see him soon, shouldn’t we?” You ask, watching as Hanae bounces excitedly.
Tetsuro rolls his eyes as he sits up, “not before we see uncle Kenma, he’s already pouty that you like uncle Koutaro more, and I gotta hear about it.”
“Of course she likes him more,” you tease, slipping out of bed to start the day. “Hanae is practically attached to Koutarou’s leg; she told us she was going to marry him one day, remember?
“Gonna marry Uncle Kou one day!” Hanae chirps. “N’ Hanako’s gonna marry Uncle Kenma, ‘nd we’re all gonna marry Uncle Kei, and-“
“Do not do this to me so early,” Tetsuro groans, patting the bed for the little girl to snuggle with him. She does, with a happy little noise and a quick scurry close to him, and you can only watch with a smile as they watch Bluey together in the rays of the sun before shuffling off to make breakfast.
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𝐁𝐄𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ⏤ 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎
★ synopsis: kuroo has an important work trip soon and you're not able to focus on your studies while thinking about being away from him for a whole week. he makes sure you feel how much he loves you before going.
★ cw: nsfw content + fem!reader + shy!reader + reader has adhd + older!kuroo ꒰ reader is 21, kuroo is 30 ꒱ divorced!kuroo + mocking + praise kink, petnames ꒰ kitten + dummy + sweetheart + angel + baby ꒱ oral sex + size kink.
★ word count: 1.7k
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you've been acting kind of weird since earlier, tetsuro noticed. your "good morning" wasn't as soft as it used to be and you took longer than normal to get out of bed. you didn't eat all the breakfast he prepared, the grapes and yogurt remained untouched while he watched you make your way to your bedroom lazily and rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.
it wasn't common for you to act like this, you took pride in being obedient and attentive, but you just couldn't shake the sadness that was looming over your head. and being sad meant being extremely absent-minded. you sat down in front of your laptop to write down some notes from last class, your mind slowly drifting off to the fact you're going to spend the whole week without your boyfriend.
you're an independent girl, of course, but having kuroo by your side not only took a ton of responsibility from your shoulders but having company while studying for your finals made you a lot more comfortable and focused. it's not fair to be angry at him, in fact, you hated that you were so rude to him earlier when he always took some of his time to cook you breakfast and make sure you're eating well.
he was a busy man but giving you some reassurance about how important you were to him was his number #1 priority. you knew that. but you still feel mad at him.
"huh?" you mumbled, hearing his voice but not quite getting what he said from being too distracted. "what did you say?"
kuroo sighs, "i asked you if you needed anything, kitten. i need to go get some clothes in my apartment before packings my bags."
you shake your head and drift your eyes away from him, "i don't think so, but thank you."
you don't see him pressing his lips together worryingly, he kisses the top of your head softly and caressed your hair, "i won't take long, baby. take care."
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as you expected, you didn't do much since tetsuro left your apartment. you could've studied harder and read more chapters of your book but nothing could get through your head while the only thing you could of was the fact that the hours were passing and the moment kuroo would leave was getting closer and closer.
you left your study desk to lay down on your bed, what was supposed to be a quick nap turned into a deep slumber that you woke up from when you felt wet lips against your cheek.
"hi there, pretty girl." his smile always made your tummy flutter with a childish excitement. "sorry for waking you up, you looked adorable all cuddly like that i couldn't resist." you can't fight the heat rising on your cheeks as you giggled. "having trouble focusing today?"
you think for a moment, knowing for a fact that he already knew the answer just by looking at your tired face and at your clothes, you were still wearing his shirt and your panties since you woke up. you shrug at him, not finding the right words to explain how you feel.
"use your words, angel. remember what i said?" he says firmly, rubbing his palm on your cheek.
you bite your lip, "yeah, i just... don't feel very focused today."
tetsuro hums, looking around for a moment. "how about we leave your studies for tomorrow, hum? i think you need to take care of yourself for now." you nod in agreement. "good. i'm gonna make you something to eat."
kuroo was getting up from the bed but you stopped, your smaller hand grabbing his softly, "s-stay, please." he watched you pouting and looking at him so needily, guiding his hand to your face, wanting to feel his touch. "i need you..."
tetsuro knew that look in your eyes, the soft breaths and the shaky hands wrapping around his neck when he lifts you from the bed are the sign that he needs to give you all of his attention right now. and he was more than willing to give it to you.
he kisses you passionately, holding you so carefully like you could break at any moment. tetsuro was an intense lover, being older and more experienced than you always gave him some sense of proud in seeing your eyes widening and the little gasps of surprise when he slides his hand under your shirt to squeeze your boobs, his long and soft digits pinching your nipples just with enough pressure to make whimper.
"fuck, i'm gonna miss you so much," he grunted in frustration, kissing your neck but stopping when you don't respond. "what's wrong, baby?"
you pout, "will you really?"
tetsuro kuroo is a patient man. he waited so long until you were comfortable enough around him to invite you for a date, and he waited much longer to tell you he was divorced in fear you would feel intimidated. but the sweet smile that you gave and gentle hug he found himself in were enough to tell him that you wouldn't change your mind so easily. kuroo wouldn't either.
"are you being serious?" he asked, not realizing his tone sounded much harsher than he wanted it to.
you looked down, "you're gonna be so busy you won't even remember me." the chuckle that rose in his chest vibrated and made you sulk even harder.
"you have no idea how bad i'll miss you, have you?" he grins, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties. the anticipation makes you rub your thighs together. "god, i will miss looking at your pretty face when i wake up," his other hand grabs your chin, his lips close enough for you to feel his hot breath on your skin. "i'll miss kissing your lips every night before i go to bed," you almost don't notice when he pushes you softly against the wall and kneels in front of you, his hands on your waist holding you in place. "and especially," he licks his lips calmly, watching the way your face contorts in shyness and pure excitement. "i'll miss this sweet little pussy on my mouth."
the soft kiss he leaves only makes the warm feeling in your tummy to grow, you watch your boyfriend tugging your panties down your legs his eyes scanning every inch of your body so attentively you feel your cheeks burning once again.
"do you trust me?" he asks and you immediately nod, letting him put your legs over his shoulders. you widen your eyes at how easy he manages to support you on his shoulders without even breaking a sweat.
he doesn't hesitate to start lapping at your cunt, tetsuro never fails to make you moan at every little action he does; the way he lets his spit drip down your thighs, how he presses his tongue flatly against your clit and thrusts it into your tight pussy.
"m-more, pleeeease. tetsu⏤!" you can barely talk with all the sensations going through your body and kuroo's hands squeezing your butt. "want... want inside, please!"
tetsuro stops sucking at your clit to look at you, grinning when you sulk. "my baby is never satisfied, is she?" he gets up but lifts you in his lap, carefully placing you on the bed. you feel like a tiny little creature looking at tetsuro from that angle, you always feel intimidated when he hovers over you, broad shoulders and thick arms making you feel small but protected. he tugs his shirt up to take it off, showing off his defined muscles that you adore so much, he almost looks like a dream. his skillful fingers unzips his trousers, exposing the bulge inside his boxers. "see this?" he palms his cock, his intense gaze not leaving your face. "do you still think i won't miss you?" kuroo sighs, throwing his head back and biting his lips while the throbbing on his dick only reminds him how much he needs to get inside you. "i don't know how i'll handle being away from my baby for so long," he says. "i think i'll need to rub my dick at least three times a day to keep myself in control⏤'cause not being able to fuck my special girl will be unbearable."
"tetsu, p-please, fuck me!" you reach for his hand desperately, your thighs rubbing together at the thought of having him inside you.
he chuckles, "are you going to show me you pretty ass, sweetheart?"
you excitedly nod, turning around and pressing your face on the mattress, perking your ass up. kuroo hums in appreciation of your obedience, his big hand squeezing the soft flesh of your ass and spreading it with his fingers to look at your soaked cunt. he grunts while holding his cock and giving it a few pumps, not waiting too long to prod at your tight entrance. tetsuro is big. much bigger than you ever thought. but after so many months of being railed by him you got used to the delicious stretch of his dick opening you up. you let out a long whine as your legs shake, helping him by throwing your hips back carefully until he's fully inside you.
tetsuro breaths deeply, looking down at were you two are connected, your little hole swallowing him so well. "do you feel it, angel? do you feel me deep inside your tummy?" you nod rapidly, gripping the sheets as he starts slamming into you while holding you in place. your smaller body being jolted back and forth like a ragdoll with the strength of his thrusts. it's not like you're new to the rough way tetsuro handles you during sex, but you can feel how bad he needs you and you're he's going to miss you pathetically when he's away.
you cry out his name loudly when he reaches his hand down to rub your clit, the sensitiveness is almost painful but the fast motions of his fingers make you cum right on the spot, the heat taking your whole body and making you shake violently under him. tetsuro can't watch your cute expressions without cumming too, filling your insides with his cum; he bites his lips watching the white cream leaking out from your cunt.
the tiredness is too much but he still manages to wrap his arms around you and kiss your lips, calming your breaths down.
"still think i won't miss you, dummy?"
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haikyuu boys and little moments of joy .*・。゚
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↳ ft. nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, and atsumu
NISHINOYA calls to you from the end of the freezer aisle, the freezer door propped open with his hip as he clutches what appears to be a small box in his hands. When you come up on his left side, he fixes you with what you can only describe as a face-splitting grin. His eyes sparkle as he holds the box of mango popsicles out to you. "They have them! These are my favorite." You remember the box all too well; it's one that had sat in your freezer for three, maybe four, days max before the popsicles disappeared entirely. "I thought they stopped carrying them! I'm getting them." Yuu's excitement is contagious, and you find a smile of your own working its way onto your face. As he drops not one, but two boxes of the frozen treat into your shopping cart and starts to push it again, his joy refusing to wane, you loop your arm through his and squish your cheek into his shoulder.
BOKUTO starts pulling clothes from the dryer and plopping them into your laundry bin to be folded. And as a bundle of socks makes its journey to the basket, a stray purple one jumps from the pile, but before it can hit the floor, Koutarou catches it with his foot. His eyes immediately shoot to meet yours, disbelief clouding his features for only a moment before his slacked jaw is morphing into a grin so wide it squishes his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. You catch a glimpse of his sweet dimples and your heart catches in your chest. "Baby, did you see that!? That was awesome!" You grin back, adding to his excitement by gushing about how cool it was and that you can't believe he just did it. He beams under your attention, his smile so bright you feel like you need to squint to view it properly. With unrestrained joy, he kicks the sock up and catches it in his hand. "I'm on a roll!"
KUROO stands before you in your shared bedroom, a new outfit adorning his body. He'd been so eager to share it with you after his trip to the store that he could hardly contain himself, pulling you up from the couch and down to your bedroom mere seconds after coming through the front door. The outfit is simple but sleek — a soft black sweater and perfectly-tailored black slacks. He lifts his arms a bit and does a little spin, a proud smile evident on his features when he turns back to face you. "Well," he starts, eagerly, "what do you think? Do you like them?" Before you can even respond, you watch as his eyes shift to grin at himself in the mirror. "I was thinking of wearing it with that white collared shirt you bought me underneath and those nice dress shoes I bought last year." He's so pleased with it that it makes him, and his new outfit, all the more handsome. You tell him as much, and his excitement only mounts, pulling you in to pepper kisses all over your cheeks.
ATSUMU's eyes widen as soon as the song starts. You could recognize the opening beats of it anywhere — a song Atsumu has proudly proclaimed is his favorite almost every time you've heard it. And this time, like all the others, he cranks the dial on the radio and shifts his eyes away from the road for only a moment to tell you with a cute grin, "Ahh, I love this song!" He sings along, bobbing his head to the beat and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before reaching across the center console to tap the beat against your thigh. You're so wrapped up in his excitement that you can't help but join in, singing along with both Atsumu and the radio. The action leads to an impromptu, and very passionate, karaoke session — one that leaves you both with an ache in your cheeks from smiling.
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