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title: to rebuild a home pairing: kuroo x f! reader genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip! wc: 6.8k m.list
a/n: companion piece to the original love knows not its depth, from kuroo's perspective.
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Kuroo Tetsuro is doing alright. 
He’s deftly juggling the roles life has handed him. His tenth wedding anniversary is coming up. He’s gotten a nice pair of earrings and a reservation at Tokyo’s hottest omakase for you to celebrate. The girls are doing nicely at school - Aiko’s grades are excellent, and Fumiko’s not gotten into any schoolyard fights unlike Bokuto’s trio of sons. His bosses seem happy with him too, paving the way for him to climb the corporate ladder rung by rung. He’s earned each promotion by burning days in the office, nights in the izakayas schmoozing with his bosses, but it’s worth it, even if it admittedly comes at the expense of being with you and the girls. 
It’s a sacrifice he has to make so he can provide you with the fairytale life he’s always promised you. Not that you’ve ever complained about the trade-off.  
“She’s the best wife and mom I could’ve asked for”, he tells Kenma, when the former setter asks about you. “I don’t know how she does it.” 
Kenma frowns. “You make her sound like a video game character.” 
“That’s cos she’s amazing -”
“Kinda sucks that she pretty much has to juggle a full time job and the kids on her own most of the time.”
“She manages perfectly well”, Kuroo enthuses, oblivious to the barb in his friend’s words. “By the time I get home, the girls are in bed, the house is clean, and there’s even a lunch box packed for me each day. She’s a rockstar at work too - should be up for a promotion next financial year.” 
“Huh”, Kenma sniffs. “I wonder when she gets a break.” 
Kuroo’s too distracted by the round of beers that’s delivered to his table to think deeply about his best friend’s apprehension. When he stumbles through the front door that night, he finds you crouched over the coffee table, frantically typing at your laptop. As expected, the girls are in bed, there’s nothing out of place. 
“All good?” he asks you in passing, his mind already filing the tasks on his plate for tomorrow - organising a publicity event jointly held by the JVA and Bouncing Ball Corporation to introduce new national team members, reviewing the proposed budget for this year’s international competitions, popping by the under-19 team to see if there are indeed any promising candidates - he’s already one foot in the bedroom, ready to call it a night. 
He doesn’t notice the violets blooming under your eyes. 
“Mm.” You don’t look up. “Have a good night.”  
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Kruoo Tetsuro thinks he’s doing alright. 
Bokuto Kotaro, for some reason, doesn’t think so. “Mitsuki said you’re lucky you’re not married to her cos she’ll skin you alive”, he informs him, as if Kuroo shares his love for women capable of chomping his head off in one bite.
Maybe the Bokutos operate on a different metric - because yes, they’re the model of egalitarianism with Mitsuki the high powered general counsel for Kenma’s Bouncing Ball Corporation (based on his referral, he likes to add, cos’ it’s funny to watch Mitsuki growl) and Kotaro the part time coach, full time stay at home dad to his wolfpack of sons, but that doesn’t mean his marriage is on the rocks. 
As a child, he was the unwitting witness to his parents’ fights, which culminated in his mother walking out of the door, his father crying over a thick stack of divorce papers. His grandparents took him in, gave him stability and love and comfort but he swore to himself he’s never going to put his daughters through that. 
Sure, it’s been a while since you’ve had a night to yourself. The last time he remembers you taking time away from the girls was to go out for dinner with him to celebrate his latest promotion - his conscience stings a little that he can’t remember the last time you’ve taken a break from everything you’ve been doing for him and the girls, but he’ll make it up to you once he has time. You always understand. 
Still, just to be sure, he checks in on you again. 
“You alright?”, he reaches for your hand, when he climbs into bed that night. 
You’re lying in bed. He should find it odd that you’re still awake at this time of the night, staring up at the ceiling as if there’s something to be found there, but he falls asleep in the slow seconds, doesn't hear your response. When he wakes, you’ve already taken the girls to school. He gets himself ready for work, loops his tie around his neck, grabs his briefcase and the bento you’ve so lovingly packed for him, and hops on the train. He runs through his routine like clockwork, but there’s a niggling feeling that he’s missed something important, possibly something to do with you. 
Did you say something to him last night? 
It doesn’t matter. He makes a mental note to purchase a spa day for you - but that’s promptly forgotten when he’s greeted by a flood of emails and an invitation from his boss to go out for drinks that night. 
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Kuroo still thinks he’s doing alright. 
“You’re lucky”, his boss toasts him. “Your wife doesn’t complain like mine when I go out drinking, even though I tell her I need to do it for work.” 
“She’s an angel”, Kuroo replies, quietly bursting with pride. “Never complains.” 
“Lucky man”, his boss says. “My wife is such a nag.” 
He misses the last train home that night, drops you a text not to wait up and stumbles around Shibuya trying to find a cab. It must be a busy night because by the time he manages to flag down one, it’s three a.m. and his head is pounding from the excess of alcohol and lack of solid food and water. He fumbles with his keys, almost falls through his front door when the lock gives way. “Tadaima”, he says out of habit, too-loudly, before his stomach lurches and he has to make a mad dash for the kitchen sink. 
“Tetsuro?” 
He wants to respond, but he’s too busy emptying out the contents of his stomach. He shouldn’t have woken you up. He shouldn’t greet you with a mess for you to clean up. He shouldn’t lean so heavily on you that you stagger beneath his weight. 
He shouldn’t do all of that yet he does so anyway. You tuck him, a grown man, into bed.
Tomorrow, he’ll apologise. Tomorrow, he’ll make it up to you. 
Tomorrow comes. He wakes up. 
You’re gone. 
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Kuroo Tetsuro is not alright.
He’s ashamed to admit that he doesn’t even notice you’ve taken off until it’s way past lunch when your mother drops him a text to ask if he’s picking up the girls or if he intends to leave them with her overnight. 
“What d’you mean?” he texts her, confused.  
His heart stops when your mother responds to say you dropped off the girls at her place without much of an explanation, an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. You don’t pick up your phones, his calls going straight to voicemail. For the first time in forever, he sheepishly asks his boss for urgent leave from work so he can rush home to figure out what’s going on. 
You always take your laptop with you, but it’s sitting at home. He knows it’s an invasion of privacy, but he types in your password (his birthday), and your web browser reveals a booking for a ryokan in Hakone, where the both of you honeymooned almost a decade ago. It’s an hour away by train, far too much time for him to sit and stew in his thoughts. He wonders if you’ve become sick of your life with him, whether you’ve found someone new, and by the time he’s reached the ryokan and charmed the receptionist to let him into your room, he’s teetering on the edge of giving into his frustration, entertaining thoughts about yelling at you for being so goddamned irresponsible, cos how could you just walk out on him and the girls -
Until you walk in, thankfully alone. 
It strikes him that it’s the most refreshed he’s seen you look in a very, very long time. Your cheeks are glowing, your eyes sparkle, and there’s a spring in your step that he hasn’t seen since you’ve had the girls. 
Still, he can’t help but remain a little peeved. “I’ve been calling you all afternoon”, he informs you. “I was worried.” 
He immediately regrets his words as he watches the light die in your eyes. 
“Were you?”, you ask, as if you were addressing a stranger. “Really?” 
“Of course”, he frowns, slowly getting up to approach you, concerned when you start to sway. “You’re my wife and the mother of our girls, of course I care.” 
Laughter spills from your lips, an undercurrent of bitterness and contempt that’s threatening to drag you under before his very eyes. “If you really cared, you’d have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between gasps, your shoulders caving in. “I tried fixing myself with a break, but you can’t even give me that.”  
He’s starting to realise that things aren’t alright at all. You flinch when he takes a step towards you, an action which stabs him clean through his heart because he’s your husband, your Tetsuro, your person. Tea, then, a neutral offering that manages to calm you down enough to take a seat, even if you’re still shaking, falling to pieces while laughing, laughing -
“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.” 
You take a sip of tea. It’s hot enough to burn you, but you don’t seem to notice. 
“I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.” 
“Don’t say that”, he snaps, his inner child recoiling because he can’t bear to have his girls go through what he went through, wondering if it was his fault, his very existence that caused his parents to split up. “The girls and I need you -” 
You don’t seem to hear him. 
“Princess”, he falls back on his pet name for you, rusty from lack of use. “Come back to me.” 
You’re unmoved, your eyes unseeing, deaf to his pleas. Sip after sip, you gulp down scalding tea, each action jerky, mechanical. Frozen, in an impenetrable placidness that he can’t read. You’re sitting right in front of him but you’re not really there at all.    
“Let’s talk when you’re back home”, he finally says. “Have a good break.” 
The immature little boy that still lives in his psyche is still unconvinced that it’s a bad idea to drag you back home with him posthaste, but you asked for a break, and it’s the least he can give to you.
You allow him to roll out your futon for you, to swaddle you in layers of blankets as if that would keep you from falling apart any further. As he kisses your forehead to bid you goodnight and goodbye, he feels the brittleness of your bones, the thinness of your skin beneath his palms and he spends the hour-long train ride home wondering how he managed to look away long enough for you to turn into a shadow of your past self.   
He goes straight to your mother’s house to retrieve the girls. As penance, he stands at the front door, head bowed, letting your mother yell at him in front of the neighbours for being a useless husband and an irresponsible father. After all, he deserves every word she flings in his face. He’s just thankful that she doesn’t ream him out in front of the girls. 
“Where’s mama?” Fumiko mumbles half asleep into his neck. “Want mama.”
He cradles her closer. “She’ll be home tomorrow”, he tells her, hoping with every fibre of his being that that does not turn out to be a lie. Aiko, older and wiser, just stays quiet, so he forces a smile on his face for her sake.  
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Kuroo Tetsuro is far from okay.
The strain of the day wears on him and he’s sure there are burning emails in his inbox for him to firefight, but there’s a long list of chores to be done in your absence. The girls’ school bags need to be packed (in the case of five year old Fumiko) or checked (for ten year old Aiko), their uniforms to be laid out, the laundry sorted and folded. He barely gets any sleep before he has to hop out of bed to throw together a cold breakfast of milk and cereal that makes Fumiko burst into tears and Aiko’s face droops. By the time he shuffles his two cranky children out of the house and into their respective schools, he’s late for work. 
He meets Bokuto and Kenma for lunch since there’s no lunch bento waiting for him in the fridge, though he regrets the decision to leave the refuge of his work desk for the boardroom of Bouncing Ball Corporation when Mitsuki joins them and, sharp-eyed as ever, sinks her talons into him. 
“You look like shit”, she says to him as a greeting. 
“Thanks”, he grounds out. The girls demanded he work their hair into the neat braids they insisted you always do, so bedhead would have to do for him today. 
“I’ve never seen you without hair gel before”, Bokuto marvels. “You look weird.” 
“I had a crap morning, okay”, he snaps, biting the head off the karaage fish in his store bought bento, which he resents for tasting worse than those you usually make for him. “So I’m sorry if I look slightly less than presentable -” 
“You look like a man whose wife just left him - “ 
Mitsuki’s just stepped right on the wound he’s tried to keep hidden, festering and bleeding beneath his skin, so like an animal lashing out when it’s hurt, Kuroo slaps the table with both palms and snarls. 
“Don’t - don’t fucking say that, okay? She’s just taking a break. She’ll come home.”
He can’t stand to see the shock and pity on his closest friends’ faces. “She’s coming home today”, he repeats softly, almost to himself, as if he’s little Fumiko in need of reassurance that the person she needs most in the world hasn’t just abandoned her. “It’s gonna be okay.” 
Perhaps it’s the maturity that comes with fatherhood, because Bokuto is the first to react. “That’s right, you’re gonna be okay”, he soothes, pulling Kuroo into his seat. “Kenma’s gonna call your boss and tell him that you’re gonna spend the rest of the afternoon here to plan some event - “
“Sponsorship for the Under-19 team, done”, Kenma snaps his phone shut.
“Guys, I’m fine - ” 
“Pretending everything’s okay isn’t going to help.” 
Kuroo deflates. “Thanks, Kenma.” 
Shelving his worthless pride to lay bare the situation he’s found himself in, that by neglecting his duties as a husband and father, he’s forced you to the brink of a mental breakdown, bad enough that you’ve left him - temporarily, he hopes. In the span of a few hours, he’s already found himself at his wit’s end, struggling to handle both the demands of the kids and his job, something that he realises he’s left you to bear, alone. 
“But I can’t figure out why she didn’t just tell me she was feeling overwhelmed”, he says, pulling at a fraying thread in his shirt. “I would’ve listened. I would’ve done better.” 
“She shouldn’t have to tell you to do your part”, Mitsuki waves away Bokuto’s desperate gesture for her not to kick a man when he’s already down. 
“But I didn’t know -” 
“Y’know, I really can’t stand men like you. You guys are amazing at work, able to anticipate your bosses’ and clients’ needs. At this point, you don’t even need to be told by your bosses  to jump, you don’t even ask your clients ‘how high’ - yet, for some reason, you manage to turn off your brain the minute you walk in through the front door at home.”
 “Maybe I should ask her for a list of things I can help her with -” 
Bokuto claps his hand over Mitsuki’s mouth. “Ehhh..you might not wanna finish your sentence or Mitsuki might really bite your head off.” 
Kuroo winces, snapping his mouth shut. 
“Maybe you can think of it in a different way”, Bokuto says. “Instead of ‘helping’ her - cos that’s just placing the mental burden on her - at least, I think that’s the term Mitsuki-chan used when she explained it to me -” the affronted lawyer nods begrudgingly, and beaming, he continues - “you gotta do your half of the work!”
“Level up”, Kenma provides, rather unhelpfully.
“Open your eyes and use your brain”, Mitsuki says bluntly, rolling her eyes, though her tone is less sharp.
“Where do I start?” Kuroo asks. 
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Step one. 
He picks the girls up from his mother in law’s place, bears with the lecture that’s awaiting him, and sheepishly asks them what their mama usually feeds them for dinner and breakfast, making a mental note of it. Tonight, he’ll cheat by feeding them gyudon at Sukiya, but he drops by the supermarket to procure the ingredients he needs for tomorrow’s breakfast and a bouquet of pink roses, even though he knows it’s probably too little, too late. He counts himself lucky that Fumiko loves bathtime, only needing supervision to wash and dry her hair, and Aiko’s responsible enough to work through her homework without prompting, but he’s still exhausted by the time they both head to bed. 
His job doesn’t end there. Running through the checklist Mitsuki begrudgingly allowed Bokuto to give him, he surveys the apartment, comparing it against the mental image of how everything was before you left it. Toys scattered, to be put back in place. Dust on floor, to be vacuumed up. A heap of laundry in the basket, to be hung, dried, ironed. 
Just as he finishes all these tasks, the front door swing opens. 
“Tadaima”, you call out, voice hushed. 
He nearly trips over his feet in his haste to relieve you of your luggage, usher you into a seat by the kitchen counter. “Okaerie”, he breathes, 
“The girls?” you ask. 
He’ll buy Bokuto lunch next time. “I picked them up from your mom”, he responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed.” 
You peek into their rooms nonetheless. “Thanks”, you say, heading next to the fridge. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.” 
That’s the last thing on his mind. Besides, his sin is being a neglectful husband, not a miser. “It’s fine, I’ll cover it”, he scratches his head, embarrassed that you’re even bringing it up. “I should’ve realised you needed a break.” 
That makes you frown, but you accept anyway. He watches you stack bread, eggs, ham, cheese, and it strikes him that you’re already worrying about the girls’ breakfast when you look as if you haven’t even had your own dinner. 
“You haven’t had dinner?” he asks. 
You reply carelessly that you’ve had a bento on the train back. You don’t even bother to look at him. 
“I’ll take the girls in the mornings from now”, he tells you. “Sleep in and take a break.” 
That gets your attention. 
“Really?”
He plasters a confident smirk on his face to reassure you that he’s got it all in hand. 
“Oh”, you’re adorable when you’re confused, but he hates that he’s given you reason to doubt him. “Wake me up if you need my help?” 
“I won’t”, he promises. 
It’s time for him to level up.  
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Step two. 
He’s not going to lie to himself that he finds it difficult to do even half of what you used to do. Taking over the responsibility of wrangling the girls out of bed and into school, coming home early enough for dinner with you, that requires him to have hard conversations with his boss about not being able to go out for drinks or come in early anymore which probably hurts his chances for his next promotion, forces him to give up an hour or two of sleep, but it’s worth it if it allows you to heal. 
“Don’t expect a gold star for your efforts”, Mitsuki warned him. “It’s just what you should’ve been doing before, so it’s time for you to go above and beyond.” 
He takes her words to heart. You deserve to go to work well-rested, to wind down at night with a hot bath. He’ll buy a robot vacuum and pour over its manual that’s thicker than a textbook, do laundry loads while hopping on and off conference calls, wrestle the iron to press down his own shirts. 
You seem baffled by the sudden shift in the winds, but he just pretends everything is normal. Business as usual. Things are just as they should’ve been. 
In his next push to right his wrongs, he organises a Saturday dinner date with you. The girls are packed off with your mother, he makes the reservation, books the cab, compliments your dress. He asks you about your work (tiring), your boss (a micro-manager), the books you’ve read recently (nada, zilch). In the uphill battle to keep the conversation from being stilted, he makes a fatal mistake. 
“We can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.” 
In his mind, that was a reasonable suggestion to make since you seem to hate your job and boss with a fiery passion. But you stare at him wide-eyed, your initial confusion hardening into anger. 
“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls?” 
You don’t give him a chance to backpedal, shooting a sarcastic apology for being selfish enough to refuse to be reliant on him, so he just slumps back in his chair in defeat. 
“I just want you to be happy”, he murmurs. “Forget I ever said that.” 
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Step three. 
To figure out step three, he schedules an emergency lunch meeting on Monday. The troops convene in Kenma’s boardroom to listen to his sorry tale with Mitsuki in charge of the post–battle analysis. 
“And remind me again, where did you two meet?” 
His face lights up at the memory of his first meeting with you. “Finance 102”, he replies. “We used to be academic rivals turned teammates after I convinced her I was smart enough for her to work with on projects.”
“What made you fall in love with her?” 
“As much as I hate it, I have to admit she’s probably smarter than me”, he says, though the fond smile that creeps onto his face betrays the fact that he loves that about you. “She’s just - her, she’s headstrong and funny. Did I tell you how she tried to stab me with her fork when I stole food off her plate -” 
“Only a million times”, Kenma interjects. 
“She’s always been independent and ambitious, with big dreams and an even bigger heart.” 
“Well”, Mitsuki says, adopting the mildest tone she’s used on him this month. “Does that sound like a woman who’d choose to stay home and depend on her husband? Not that there’s anything wrong with being a stay-at-home parent - Koutaro makes my career possible, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have him as my husband.”
“Babyyyyy.” Bokuto bawls, looking at MItsuki as if she hangs the moon in the sky. 
Gross. Kenma seems to agree. “Let’s get back to Kuroo’s failing marriage”,
“So I shouldn’t bring up the suggestion that she quit her job again?” 
His three person council shake their heads in unison. “Just keep what you’re doing”, Bokuto pipes up. “Sounds like you’re already doing the right things! Just gotta keep making sure she’s not holding up the sky herself.” 
He can do that. 
“And maybe talk to her?”, Kenma offers.
That’s the suggestion that he wants to dismiss right off the bat because he’s too much of a coward to even face the possibility that you might leave him. He doesn’t want to become his dad so he resolves to keep his head down and continue pushing ahead with his efforts to prove to you that he can be the husband you deserve, so you won’t wake up one day and decide to walk out on him again. 
But his subconscious fears force his nightmares into overdrive. Dreams of packed bags and stacks of divorce papers makes him yelp loud enough for you to roll over and shake him awake. He’s a terrible husband for disturbing your sleep, but in his sleep-dazed state of confusion he just sinks back into the pillow, exhaling a sigh of relief. 
“Thank the gods you haven’t left.” 
“Why would I leave?”, you mumble, turning away again. “It’s my home, isn’t it.” 
He sits up, rubs the nightmares away from his eyes. “I was afraid you left me.” 
The silence nearly suffocates him. The sudden need to know exactly where you stand eats away at him and he crawls towards you. “Are you going to leave me”, he asks, praying to all the gods in the universe that you’ll reassure him otherwise. 
His heart breaks anew when he hears a small sob, buried in the bedclothes. “I don’t know, Tetsuro”, you finally say. “I’m tired of being alone in a marriage when it’s supposed to be us working together.” 
“I’m sorry.” There’s nothing much he can say. 
A broken whisper. “I’m tired”, you exhale. “I think I deserve better.”
“I’ll make it better”, he promises. 
He will. He will. 
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Kuroo Tetsuro is trying his best. 
He takes a cooking class on the weekends to learn how to prepare bento boxes that are nutritious and easy on the wallet. He takes over the ferrying of Fumiko to her swimming lessons, work on Aiko’s art projects with her. He hires a part time cleaner to pick up the deep cleaning, so you and he have time to take the girls out on weekend outings instead of spending all day on a week’s worth of cumulated chores. A dishwasher appears in the house. He makes it a game for he and the girls to load and unload dishware each night. 
“There’s a networking wine night for finance next Wednesday”, he tells you casually. “I’ll make sure to be home so you can go, if you want.” 
You goggle at him. 
“Go schmooze so the world knows you’re as amazing as I know you are.” 
You trust him enough to leave the girls behind in his care and go. He counts that as a win. 
Some nights he still can’t get home in time for dinner, but he always makes sure he’s home in time for a bedtime story and a goodnight kiss. Aiko avers that at the grand old age of ten, she doesn’t need her papa to tuck her to bed anymore, but she sidles into Fumiko’s room everynight and sits in the corner of her little sister’s bed as the littler girl listens to his tall tales. 
“I met a princess when I was eighteen”, he says with a grin when he notices you listening in. “Instead of a crown, she armed herself with a fork, ready to cut down anyone who’d cross her.” 
His heart skips a beat when he hears your voice from the doorway. “Don’t be dramatic”, you interrupt, a small smile growing on your face. “You were trying to steal my food and didn’t stop ‘til I stabbed you.” 
Fumiko huffs, unhappy that her story’s being interrupted, but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from you. “You left it on the table, princess. I consider that fair game.” 
“Let ‘to-san tell the story, ka’san.” Aiko grumbles. 
He savours your laughter. It tastes better than the finest wine. 
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“I can’t believe I have to fly all the way to Italy just to meet Kageyama-kun”, he huffs. “At least Hinata is meeting us there, I’ll revolt if I had to go up to Brazil as well.” 
“You know it can’t be helped”, you reply. “The promotional activities planned need your presence, and it’s only for a week.” 
“Will you be okay when I’m gone?” 
His fears melt away when you hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.” 
His little monsters, realising that he’s about to leave, decide to launch a synchronised attack on him. Aiko throws herself at him in a bear hug. Fumiko yanks at his sleeve demanding a thousand kisses. 
“Yes, well. I’ll be home soon. Please wait for me” he says to you when the girls finally release him. The expression on your face is unreadable, but you don’t pull away when he takes the liberty of taking your hand in his. 
He feels your heartbeat accelerates. You glance up at him, almost shy. “I’ll see you soon.” 
He’s so tempted to call his boss and pretend that he’s too ill to get on that damned flight, but he’s pretty sure that would get him fired. Instead, he calls you and the girls every day, and brings home a luggage full of presents for all of you. 
When he’s home, he celebrates by putting on the frilliest pink apron he’s ever seen (courtesy of Yaku, who sent it to him all the way from Moscow as a joke) and throwing an elaborate takoyaki party, replete with customised toppings - octopus, cheese and shrimp, which the girls enjoyed even if he burnt the first batch and had to call Fukunaga frantically for tips to rescue the rest. It turns out to be such a success that he makes it a weekly event. Okonomiyaki is next, which he flips with expert confidence on a hot plate to the applause of you and the girls. 
“Itadakimasu”, you clap your hands together. “It tastes good.” 
He nearly melts into his pan. “Thank you”, he replies. “It means a lot, coming from you.” 
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His nights are still plagued by nightmares.
Things are better with you, he likes to think. The violets beneath your eyes are replaced by roses in your cheeks. He hears you humming about the house again. You pick up reading again,  the shelves in the house start to groan under the weight of books belonging to the girls and you. You’re as eager as the girls to go on the next adventure, whether it be a summer night out in the park with sparklers, or a nerf gun battle at home on rainy days. 
Still, he doesn’t know for sure what he’s doing is enough for you and he’s too much of a coward to check. So he’ll wake up almost every night, fumble in the dark just to make sure you’re there. 
You’re there, until you aren’t. 
It’s three in the morning. The space beside him is cold and empty. 
He throws off the blankets, trips on his bed slippers. He crashes through into the living room and oh, there you are - sitting at the dining table, typing furiously at your laptop while mouthing off to yourself about the ridiculous demands your client makes. 
“What’s wrong?” you frown. 
He walks towards you, trying to discern that you’re real, you’re there, not some trick of the light.. 
“You’re - you’re still here.” 
You nod slowly, eyeing him strangely. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed.” 
He exhales, tries to force his trembling heart back into his chest. He thinks he’s doing a good job trying to act nonchalant, smoothing back his frazzled mane of hair, but you see right through him as you always do. 
“Tetsuro”, you say slowly. “Is everything alright? 
The truth tumbles out of his mouth. “I thought you were gone.” 
Then he hangs his head, looks at his feet, afraid that he’ll only see rejection in your eyes. He’s a pathetic failure of a husband who has a decade’s worth of sins to make up for, and there’s no justification for him to selfishly to seek your absolution. 
It comes anyway, in the form of soft hands pulling him forward. 
“I’m here”, you say, pulling him into your embrace, letting him rest his heavy head in your lap.
He doesn’t allow himself to sink into your warmth. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?” 
“Yes”, he hears you say. The tension he’s been carrying around these few months lifts. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do. You don’t have to work yourself to death - that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired -”
He shakes his head at your suggestion. He’s got a long way yet before he earns any reprieve. 
“Tetsuro -” 
He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his. 
“Promise you won’t leave me”, he pleads. “I know you’ve had to carry what must’ve felt like the weight of the entire world on your own, and I don’t have any excuse for that.”
“You don’t”, you agree. 
He accepts the blow but he takes comfort that you don’t pull away. “I know that now. I know now how fucking hard it was to do it all alone.”
“It was hard. It was so, so hard, Tetsuro. I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was functioning, I haven’t been for a while. For a long, long while.” 
“I’m sorry”, his voice cracks. 
“I know.”  You cup his face in your hands, offers him comfort he doesn’t deserve. “That’s a chapter of our marriage that’s past, that can’t be unwritten. But the past few months have been different. You’ve shown me that you’ve changed.” 
The first glimmer of sunlight after a long, dark winter. Hope blooms with your smile. 
“I think”, you say. “I think we can make this work again.” 
He stares at you, dumbstruck. Then the fact that you’re giving him another chance dawns upon him, and he crashes forward to rest his head on your shoulder, unashamed to cry tears of relief. 
“Thank you”, he exhales brokenly. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”
You press a kiss to his forehead, curl up trustingly in his arms. “Don’t thank me”, you laugh. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.” 
 He drinks up each drop of your affection, falls asleep in the cradle of your arms. 
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“Is this what flirting is like?” 
He wakes up to Aiko’s impertinent question, her hands on hips looking distinctly unimpressed at finding her parents asleep on the sofa, entwined together. 
“Who taught you that word?” Kuroo asks, aghast that his ten year old daughter even recognises the existence of the opposite gender. 
Aiko sticks her tongue at him, and he’s too distracted by Fumiko taking a flying leap onto the sofa with them, chattering a thousand miles an hour about what’s for breakfast and whether they can go to the zoo this afternoon - though he pins his suspicions on Bokuto’s trio of sons. 
“Monsters”, he says. “Can’t even give your to-san a break to snuggle up to your pretty ka’san.” 
The girls shriek in dismay - Aiko, at being a witness to further gross displays of affection between her parents, Fumiko, at being called a monster despite being a self-proclaimed princess. You prod at the soft flesh between his ribs. 
“Don’t be mean”, you admonish him. 
He sniffs, taking the chance to draw you closer. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.” 
You snort, swatting at him. “You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine.” 
The girls giggle, but he protests. 
“Full of nonsense”, you tease, but you kiss him, again and again and again. 
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Things settle into a steady, sustainable pace. 
You refuse to allow him to bear the weight of the household on his back alone. There are frank conversations to be had about what each of you can realistically handle without burning out. He leads the charge in the mornings, whipping up breakfast with the aid of his two sous chefs, building an expertise in braiding and french twists that could possibly allow him to moonlight as a hairstylist. You, on the other hand, take charge of evening pick-ups, cooking dinners, supervising homework and art projects until he comes home and tags you out. 
Chores are evenly split. He doesn’t allow you to assume the mental load of organising the household by yourself. “We both have a degree in business management”, he likes to remind you, because he now knows that remembering to run errands, scheduling appointments - all of this is work too. 
You force him to take breaks. If you get to relax with your friends, so should he. “If you get too stressed, you’ll lose your hair and we can’t have that.” He yelps when he imagines himself bald and obediently complies when you call Kenma up, talk him into getting him and Bokuto and Akaashi (when he’s feeling less morose about his singlehood) to go for a round of pick up volleyball. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself”, you note wryly when he returns home crowing about how he stuffed an Olympic player with a kill block. 
“I did”, he replies, catching your hips to pull you in, cheekily ignoring your complaints that he’s sweaty. “But I enjoy coming home to you even more.”
“Gross”, you grumble, but you seem content to remain in his arms. 
It’s another small moment he treasures. Life, he learns, is made of moments, both big and small. He’d made the mistake of only focusing on the big ones - graduation, playing at nationals, the day he was lucky enough to marry you, each of his daughter’s birthdays. Now, though, he cherishes each moment, each second he has with you and the girls, no matter how little, no matter how small. 
He likes to come into the bathroom each night, leaning his elbow on the edge of the bathtub as you chat to him about your day, luxuriating in the bath he drew for you. You and he take turns to complain about life’s inconveniences as you clear emails once the girls have gone off to bed- colleagues who shirk their work, bosses who nitpick overmuch, washing everything down with steaming cups of herbal tea. 
“Are you happy?”, he asks you, night after night. 
“Mm”, you say with an impish grin. “I’d be happier if you let me put my toes on your calves.” 
“They’re freezing”, he groans but scoots over anyway. “Better?” 
“Much better”, you hum, content. “Life is good.”
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He’s not remiss in planning the big moments too. 
A year passes quickly to your wedding anniversary. He packs your suitcase, books the train tickets and whisks you back to the ryokan in Hakone, though this time he upgrades you both to their largest suite. “I feel like a princess!” you exclaim, twirling about the room. 
Your happiness is worth every yen he spent. 
You spend the day strolling down avenues lined with cherry blossoms, Mount Fuji looming in the backdrop, the evening exchanging heated kisses in the private onsen he booked. You’re older now, with laughter lines creased into your forehead, grey streaks in your hair, but you’re still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago. 
“And you couldn’t wait ‘til we got back to our room?” you smack him. 
He also loves how there’s fire burning bright in your eyes, the way it always used to. “You kissed me first!” 
“You kissed me second!” 
“I don’t hear you complaining”, he cackles. 
You try to shush him, to no avail, as he draws the attention of everyone around him.
“What a happy couple”, an obaa-san remarks out loud. “They must be newlyweds.”  
Well, she’s not wrong. You’re as radiant as you were fifteen years ago, his spring bride, but he’s an old man doddering on, hopefully with his edges sanded off with time. “Just your regular old, married couple”, he chortles when you’re safely back in the room. 
“A happily married couple”, you reply, serenely sipping your tea. “That obaa-san definitely got that part right.” 
There’s a lump in his throat that he can’t swallow. “Are you happy?” he manages to ask anyway. 
“With you?” Your smile is warm, bright. Always.”
Both of you are doing alright.
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a/n: it's been a while, hasn't it. i've been alright - how are you guys doing?
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eggyrocks · 2 days
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𖦹track twenty-one: anything𖦹
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kuroo doesn't want to see her.
he's mad. he thinks about her and it's awful, the feeling that he gets. it's this anger that locks in his jaw and tenses his muscles and it is an aching in the hollows of his chest that pricks at his eyes and constricts his throat.
he's mad at her. every day she doesn't talk to him, it gets worse.
kuroo thought that maybe he was getting to know her better. he thought that maybe that he was starting to understand her, unlocking parts of her reserved only for those who earned it.
he thought that maybe he had earned it. he thought that maybe there was something different about the way she looked at him. he thought that when her hands intertwined behind his neck and she pulled him into her, that was it.
kuroo hates being wrong. he hates feeling stupid. he hates this gash in his chest. he hates that she made him feel this way and so he doesn’t want to see her. he doesn’t want to give her the opportunity to change things, at this point.
but he's pushing through crowds of drunken, sweaty people at a bar, and looking for any sign of her. because he can't really stop himself, because there is still some wounded part of him that is still hoping she might want him. and really, he's still oddly possessed by this urge to give her whatever it is she wants.
the first thing that goes wrong is that she doesn't answer her phone. he tries to call her, get her to meet him outside so they can talk free of the swarms of people and their echoing conversations but it goes straight to voicemail, and suddenly kuroo doesn't have a voice to say anything with.
second, when he finds her, tucked into a dimly lit corner of the bar, hidden from everyone else there and still coated in a sheen of sweat from her band's set, he sees she's not alone. there's someone unfamiliar there with her, a male frame leaning over her, caging her into the corner of the room.
something ugly beats in kuroo's chest at the sight. his first thought is something resentful and jealous and petty, and it's only cut off when he can see the look in her eyes, discomfort and ease clear as the sneer she wears. the stranger reaches up and places a hand on her arm, and she jerks away from his touch.
and that's the third thing that goes wrong.
something snaps in his gut, and his feet are carrying him towards her before he can really even process a fully formed thought. it's on instinct that a hand wraps harshly around the back of the stranger's collar and yanks him backwards. kuroo can't stop himself as he steps in front of her, placing his body between her and him.
it's just instinct.
maybe kuroo used a bit more force than needed, because the stranger hits the ground hard. he can hear it over the hum of the bar, and even more clearly, he can hear her soft whisper of, 'holy shit,' as the stranger hits the floor.
"what the fuck, man?" the stranger questions, stumbling to his feet and then quickly straightening out to size kuroo up, and then taking a step back once he does.
kuroo jerks his chin back towards the general direction of the crowd, "fuck off," he instructs, firm and bold, trying not to think of her, standing directly behind him, watching the scene unfold over his shoulder.
as if hung up by his own disbelief, the stranger stares on for just a moment before shaking his head, and turning on his heel, returning to disappear into the crowd. but not before he tosses up a pointed, deliberate middle finger in kuroo's direction.
and then it's just the two of them. tucked into the corner. and kuroo has to act before he loses his nerve. without looking at her, kuroo reaches out and grabs her by the wrist, dragging her along as he storms towards the back door of the bar.
she follows with no resistance.
it's not quite raining once they get outside. when kuroo drags her into the alleyway and turns to face her for the first time a week, there's a mist of rain that delicately fills the air between them. it almost blurs her, makes her look soft.
kuroo releases her wrist and takes a step back. "why'd you sleep with me?"
the question seems to catch her off guard. she gapes for a moment, mouth hanging slightly open like she's expecting some sort of answer to just fall from it. "i-i'm sorry," is all she manages to say.
kuroo blinks at her, desperate for her to say something more. "that's not an answer," he presses, patience torn in his voice.
i'm not good at this was the warning she had given him. he can see it now as she squirms under the pressure, hands knotting together and eyes dancing to avoid contact. she's not good at this. it looks like the words are choking her on the way out. "it's complicated, i'm complicated."
this isn't like her. for as long as kuroo has known her she has been bold and confident and sure. unbothered. it's not like her to blindly follow someone that drags her by the wrist. it's not like her to wear her discomfort on her expression like this.
it waters him down a bit. it cools his rage, to see her struggle. "tell me the truth. i just wanna understand."
it's not necessarily true. kuroo wants more than to understand. he wants go back and have it mean something. he wants her to be his, to have been his since the second his lips left deep purple marks on her skin.
she takes a deep breath, trying to steady the shaking of her voice and the trembling of her hands. "i'm still getting over a lot of things that have happened to me," she says, delicately, eyes fixed on her feet. "i do a lot of things i don't understand. i hurt people on purpose and i don't know why."
kuroo watches her breathing. her shoulders are slow to rise and slow to fall. it's methodical, the way she controls her breath. fixating on it keeps his head level. she raises her head, resting it back on the brick wall behind her. "my dad left when i was a kid. i didn't have anyone but my mom. and when you're raised like someone like that, you come out wrong. you do things wrong and the way you think is wrong."
she tilts her chin down, and finally looks at kuroo. her eyes met his, and his breathing hitches in his throat. "i slept with you because i like you a lot, and when my mom showed up it reminded me that i came out wrong. and i got scared, because i knew you'd figure it out sooner or later. so i hurt you on purpose so you wouldn't hurt me. and i'm sorry."
it's jarring, to hear her to admit it. kuroo flinches when she does. and he looks at her, her tensed shoulders and wide, wet eyes, and curses himself.
this is why he didn't want to see her. because he knew once he did, that the anger would dissipate like this, steaming off and evaporating into the mist.
he takes one, long step towards her and gentle reaches for her arm, pulling her into his chest, and she falls forward, letting him take hold of her. his arms snake around her back, holding her firmly in place, and she nuzzle her cheek into his chest, arms circling around his waist. "you're such an idiot," he says into her hair.
"i know," she mumbles into the fabric of his shirt.
"i've wanted you since i first saw you," he tells her, feeling more emboldened now that she's leaning into his embrace. "i'm not about to get scared off. i'm not about to change my mind."
he can feel her heartbeat hammer in her chest, it's erratic and fast and it increases the speed of his own. "i'll do something like this again, probably. i'll mess up. i'll do something else stupid."
kuroo figures that if that's the price he'll have to pay to keep her here, with him, in his arms, away from the people who want to use her and make her feel disposable, he'll pay it gladly. he places a kiss on the top of her head. "i don't care."
an: hmmmm. okay. idk. hmmm.
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euphoricimagination · 4 months
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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵
Feat. Nekoma & Inarizaki -> Part 2 [Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani]
Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her
Nekoma
You arrived later than you expected, just on time for the club, So you didn’t get to see your dear team until much later
When you enter the gym, you see a…strange view
No one in the team was happy
Yaku and Kai didn’t have any expressions on them, Lev was pouting aggressively, Fukunaga had a frown, Yamamoto was mumbling words and Kenma was nowhere to be seen.
The girl that was supposed to replace you for the week was walking besides a very annoyed Kuroo, who was pushing the cart with the balls
Weird, considering that doing that was the basics for being a manager
They were so out of it that none notice the sound of your shoes, weird considering how attentive they are
“Ah Kuroo senpai, thank God you helped me! I’m so small and weak that I wasn’t able to push it over” you heard her say, making you cringe at the sentence
“Yeah, whatever” said a disinteresting Kuroo
And that’s when you confirm that something was really wrong, Kuroo was never this dismissive
“What’s happening? Everything ok?” you asked making Kuroo turn around with a relief smile on
“Oh hi, Kuroo senpai was just helping me since you know, I’m so small and weak” says fluttering her eyes at him
“It’s just pushing the cart. It has wheels on it…” You gave a disbelief look to Kuroo, who just rolls his eyes “it’s not that hard”
“Maybe for someone as big as you it wouldn’t be so difficult!”
That was it for Kuroo, who quickly move to your side giving you a hug
“Well, guess you can leave now that our manager is back. Bye”
"Kuroo-senpai!! Stooop! I can stay here too!” says stomping her feet
The whole commotion cause everyone to look at you, and you swear you heard a collective sigh full of relief
Quickly enough you felt a bunch of arms around you, a bunch of head pats and a ton of screams of your name
Which quickly was interrupted by a loud scream by the girl “KYANMA!!”
You look at the stairs where Kenma was standing shaking slightly with big eyes. The girl tried to get close to him, yelling “They are being mean, Kyanma!” but he just runs away towards you
Yes. Run. He hated her, she was so loud and desperate, Kenma literally couldn’t stand her.
“You’re back” says Kenma hiding behind you, showing more happiness that you ever have seen from him
So happy that he went to hug you tightly, he really missed you
“Anyways, now that our team is finally complete you can leave. Please go out” says Kuroo
“Agh! Fine! I’m way too good for you anyways!”
She sends you a look full of venom, but you didn’t really notice it
After all, you had a clingy Kenma hugging you tightly and the rest of the team waiting for one
Inarizaki
After your small break reached an end you finally were ready to go back to your boys
They were having a small hangout in the Miya household
They tried to be sneaky about it, not wanting to invite the girl that was replacing you
But sadly for them, she somehow knew and crash into them before you could arrive
She’s the first person you see when you enter their house with the spare key they gave you
“Who are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raising
“Ehh…I’m Yn, their manager. You helped them while i was out?” You ask back, confused at her sudden presence
“Yes…I actually think I should be the new manager! After all I play like 17 sports and definitely know more than you about sports. What do you think this is? Cheer? Not like it’s a sport, but whatever” she says with a overconfident smirk
In the meantime the guys that were already in the house starting to appear into the hall, confused at how loud her voice was being
“Anyways! Why don’t you leave? A girl like you probably doesn’t even know a thing about sports! We’re gonna play videogames while you probably just want to paint your nails or whatever!”
“Who says you’re staying?” Atsumu says, frowning
“Ha Ha, you’re so funny Atsumu! Of course I’m staying” she says nervous
“No, you’re not” Osamu adds
“I’m sure we can all hang out tog-” you try to say
“You shut it! I bet you don’t know anything about the sport!” She says to you despite you trying to help her
“Really? You barely even know what we play, you just join because you wanted to see hot guys” a voice behind you says, Suna entering the house as he passes his arm through your shoulders
The girl immediately went pale, stammering the next sentence “well…well, I mean, of course I know!”
“Sure, that's why you asked 'if we knew' the rules of basketball yesterday. Just leave, nobody wants you here anyway”
She scoffs annoyed, looking at the rest of the team as if asking for help, which she doesn’t receive. She scoffs one more time, walking towards the door and leaving as she shoots a glare towards you
“You guys are so mean” you say, receiving a chuckle
“She deserved it, if anything she just hinder our practice” Osamu adds
“Besides, nobody talks about our beautiful manager like that” Atsumu hugs you along side Suna
The rest of the team also comes to hug you, and while they were a bit rude, you knew that they only had good intentions
You love this foxes too much
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Note: a little something about my boys, also, I cringed way too much while writing this
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nkogneatho · 5 months
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𝐂𝐄𝐎'𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇
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—cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, nickname (princess). for @tetzoro @sookisaurus @sugarbebenireo
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𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 who is a workaholic so you have to constantly remind him to eat his lunch. You called his secretary but she said he skipped the kunch today again so you decide to take matter in your own hands. You visit his office, two sift knocks on the door and you enter, finding him fidgeting with a black metal pen, his eyes focus on the laptop until you call out his name in your sweet voice.
"tetsu?" Yes. That sweet voice that reminds him to take a breather. That sweet voice that grows a tent in his pants. He scans you as we walks towards you, your fingers holding the knot of the bento box you prepared. He gives you a soft smile and places a kiss on your forehead. You take such a goid care of him. He loves your food.
But he'd rather eat you now that he has some time.
You're shamelessly seated on the glass table, legs hanging off his shoulders. He is such a tease, breathing heavily against your pussy, the warm breath sending a tickling sensation down your spine.
"testu—ngh! don't tease, please," you mewl.
"'m not teasing, princess. just need to prepare myself before i devour this slutty lil pussy," you moan at his dirty words.
he licks a stripe before latching his tongue and starts sucking on it. your juices don't even get a chance to flow down his lips as be violently devours you. he is really been hungry.
he flicks your bean with the soft edge of his tongue, and your hands grab his hair, hips jerking forward violently as you come undone on his tongue.
"fuck! mhm. if this was my lunch everyday, i would never skip it," he purrs. "i still have some space for dinner. you ready, baby?" your bento was lying lonely on the wooden table in a corner as tetsuro continued to eat you for an hour.
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tetsumie · 6 months
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“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘” — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐
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read part 1 here!
pairing: kuroo x reader & kenma x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
a/n: hello !! sorry for being gone for soooo long D: i wasn’t doing well and was in a really bad place mentally.. (plus burnout 😓😓) but regardless tysm for all the love in the first part of this fic! i appreciate u all sm and i’ll work on getting asks in! thank u for being so patient w me !! luv u :D
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kuroo tetsuro
you woke up late today and weren't surprised that kuroo had already left for work by the time you woke up. but he did leave you a post-it note saying he made breakfast leftovers for you in the fridge.
you smile at the thought that kuroo took the time out of his day to make some food especially in the morning. however, as you're getting ready for the day, your eye catches the lunch bag that's sitting on the kitchen bar countertop.
"this idiot," you mumble, shaking your head with a smile on your face. you pull out your phone and shoot him a text.
y/n: thanks for the breakfast it was really good
tetsu: im glad :)
y/n: also you left your lunch at home stupid
tetsu: oh shit
tetsu: can you drop it off for me? i cant come home to pick up, im in a meeting rn
y/n: yeah that's fine
tetsu: thanks baby ill kiss u when i see u
tetsu: love u 2 the moon and back !!
y/n: ur so weird
y/n: love u 2 the moon and back <3
a few hours pass by and now you're taking the bus to head to kuroo's office with his lunch bag in hand. before leaving the house, you decided to swap his current lunch which was some leftovers with his favorite food, grilled salted mackerel.
you enter his office floor and are greeted by the office receptionist from the floor. "i'm just here to drop off some food for kuroo-san."
"oh yes, right this way," she stands up and opens the office door for you and points out where his room is.
as you're about to knock on his door, you hear his voice from the other side. "i'm not sure if i can come out tonight to eat kenma. y/n probably wants me home, you know how clingy they get sometimes."
your heart sinks to the floor.
has he always thought of me this way? clingy? i didn't mean to act that way? i just like being in his company. i didn't mean to be clingy. i didn't know he felt that way...
"anyways, i'll call you back kenma. i gotta get back to work. see ya later" he ends the call.
you take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, thinking about kuroo's words to his best friend. before you could even knock, the door opens and you're greeted by kuroo.
"oh y/n! you should've texted me you were here!"
you let out a laugh that sort of dies in your throat. "oh um i just wanted to surprise you that's all."
"come in, let's eat together. you can see the beautiful downtown view from here," he tries to usher you inside his personal office room.
you're a little uncomfortable so you hold yourself back from going on, "maybe another time, yeah? i gotta head back. i've got a lot of work to do with college and work and stuff."
"no yeah of course, i get it. work hard! but first..." kuroo smiles and before you can pull away, he kisses you on the head. "i'll see you when i get home. love you!"
too ashamed to even look at him as you walked out of his office, you just wave to him with your back facing him as you walked away.
you're now sitting on the bus on the way home, thinking about the way he called you clingy. "you know how clingy they get.." has he always thought i'm clingy? has he just been putting up with my annoying habits? i thought he liked the way i treated him. i didn't know he thought it was clingy.
you're trying to look back at your actions and now it's all coming back to you.
you're always trying to kiss him, hug him, cuddle him. you're always talking to him about random things from an occurrence at the grocery store to some new show you're watching. literally last night, you both were cuddling while watching a new episode of kuroo's favorite sit-com and you were running your fingers through his hair.
it all made sense.
you were clingy.
and he wanted space.
you were going to respect that.
kuroo comes home later that evening and announces himself with an "i'm home!"
you're on the dining table with the computer open, working on some new assignment and you smile at him. "welcome home," you say with a smile.
he's expecting you to get up and come over and hug him like you usually do but to his surprise, you continue to look back at your computer.
he assumes you're just busy and doesn't think much of it.
kuroo heads into the shared bedroom to unwind from his hectic day at work. he takes a shower and changes into some pajama pants and is now heading back to the living room to see what you're up to.
you're still sitting on the dining table with all your notebooks splayed out and computer open, working on what seems to be some really big project. he plops down next to you and starts squinting at the screen. he starts poking you to grab your attention from the screen.
"the mackerel was really good today."
"that's good."
silence envelops the atmosphere between the both of you until kuroo decides to speak again.
"what are you working on?"
"college stuff."
"maybe take a break now?" he suggests.
"i can't. it's due soon," your voice flat. "if you want dinner, there's some leftovers i made in the fridge."
"alright," he replies, getting up from the chair to the kitchen to warm up some food.
his shoulders droop a little. he was hoping to spend some time with you. but he is aware that something is off with you. he's not sure what it is but he knows something isn't right. you haven't given him a single kiss or even a hug since he's been back and your usual sarcastic remarks are gone.
you've barely even acknowledged his presence.
"maybe it's just an off day?" is what he convinces himself.
but those "off days" are starting to become more consistent.
you're out of bed before he wakes up in the morning and you barely talk to him when he comes home. you always end up sleeping after he falls asleep and he can't even stay up because of how exhausted he gets after work. the amount of physical affection has declined from you and every time he texts or talks to you, your replies are barely existent.
it feels like he's living by himself. when did it get so cold?
on the other hand, you think it's going well! you haven't been all up in his business lately. you're giving him the space he wants. you're hoping that kuroo is feeling much happier since you're smothering him less. sure, you miss getting to hold and cuddle him but this is what he wanted, right?
now that the week is over, kuroo is hoping to spend the weekend with you.
that morning, kuroo sets an alarm to wake up earlier than you in hopes of spending some extra affectionate time with you. however, the moment he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty and cold.
he has no choice but to get out of bed to see where you are. there's no way you're up right now. at 7 am on a weekend? no way.
he walks out of the room and he feels his heart chip. you're sleeping on the couch, slightly shivering because the blanket you're using barely covers you. have you been sleeping on the couch this past week? why didn't i notice? kuroo begins to internally berate himself right now for letting you sleeping on the couch for this past week right under his nose.
with no hesitation, he bridal-style carries you back into the shared bedroom and tucks you under the duvet cover and comes back into bed.
however, you've already woken up and you sit up on the bed, startled. "w-what? where am i?"
he scoffs, "i brought you in our bedroom idiot."
"oh," you're now grabbing your stuff and climbing out to go back to the couch but kuroo stops you by grabbing your arm.
"where are you going?"
"to the couch?"
"but this is our bedroom?"
"no, this is your bedroom," you emphasize.
"y/n." his tone feels cold to you. "talk to me."
"we are talking, are we not?"
he starts scratching the back of his neck. "yes but you know it's not the same. what's going on baby?"
his hand to tries to reach your cheek to stroke it with his thumb but you turn away and immediately stand up from his bed. "it's okay kuroo, please go back to sleep. it's the weekend, you should rest."
his heart chips at the gesture. why are you avoiding him like this? what did he do? what happened to 'tetsu?'
"it's tetsu to you," he mumbles.
you open your mouth but shut it and cast you eyes away from his stare down at the floor.
"it's always been tetsu to you," he states.
you're still silent and he takes it as his queue to continue speaking.
"baby, everyday i come home from work and you barely acknowledge me. you're always busy doing 'college stuff' or something else. you barely hug me or even kiss me anymore. what happened? what did i do? did i do something wrong? did i overstep my boundaries? are you mad at me about something? please i wanna know what i did wrong so i can fix myself."
your heart softens at his words and you begin to immediately reassure him.
"there's nothing wrong with you... nothing has ever been wrong with you... i just want to work on giving you your space. i know that you think i'm clingy and so i wanted to work on just giving you room to breathe. i know i can be a little too much sometimes. i'm sorry for not realizing how clingy my actions were sooner. i'm sorry i-"
he immediately walks over to you and brings you to his chest, hugging you tightly. your eyes slightly widen. "don't you dare fucking apologize. it's not your fault. shit, it's never been your fault, baby. what made you even think that?"
in embarrassment, you mumble, "i heard you say i'm clingy to kenma. sorry i didn't mean to overhear."
"oh, my love," he pulls away and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. "it's not what you think."
he sighs and he sits on the side of the bed and taps the bed space in front of him for you to sit down as well. "kenma's been trying to get me to go meet some new volleyball members to affiliate them with the jva and to be honest, i already have so much on my plate with the current affiliates, that i'm really trying to avoid going out for dinner with him. i'm trying to get one of my coworkers to go on my behalf to seal the deal but i can't find anyone willing to."
"i just used your name as an excuse. i swear on my life, i never really meant that. i never ever meant to hurt you."
still finding it hard to believe him, you mumble, "you don't need to lie.. i understand if-"
"y/n, i swear on my mother, i'm not lying," he interrupts. "every single fucking day, the only think i ever look forward to is seeing your beautiful face in my apartment. i look forward to your rambles about the new show you started watching or how the current professor you're shadowing is a douche. i love your bear hugs and i love the way you kiss me all over my face in the mornings. fuck, i love knowing that i get to go to sleep with you every night and i get to wake up to you every morning. i love you, just the way you are. please don't ever change yourself over some fucking lie i said."
"i'm so sorry y/n, so sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you," he intertwines his hand in yours and looks into your eyes. "i'll do anything to regain your trust.
he senses the hesitation in your eyes and honestly, he can't blame you. you've been harboring this guilt for a week and it makes sense that you're still feeling a little uncomfortable around him.
but to his surprise, you inch your way closer to him and hug his chest and the tears begin to fall. his body tenses and he feels so guilty about everything. he rubs reassuring circles on your back and kisses your head every few moments.
after you wipe your tears on his shirt, you look up at him and honestly kuroo hates to admit this but you still look gorgeous even with a tear stained face. he's grinning at you and begins to pepper your face with his kisses.
"love you to the moon and back," he whispers into your ear.
you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. "love you to the moon and back, tetsu."
in that moment, he swears to himself that he'll make sure that you never have to doubt his love for you ever again.
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kozume kenma
as the ceo of his own startup company, a youtube streamer, and a college student, kenma can almost never find any time to himself. the only time he really feels at peace is either when he's asleep or when he's with you.
but sometimes things get so hectic and suffocating, he just wants to be alone, away from the world.
after a long day of classes, you walk into your shared apartment and you can hear kenma talking from his bedroom/home office. you try to keep quiet not disturbing him.
in hopes of cheering him up, you decide what better way to do so by making his favorite food: apple pie. you put down your stuff on the living room couch, grab the apron, and get to work.
kenma stays locked up in his bedroom for the majority of time that you're baking and a part of you just hopes that maybe he'll come out to just say "hi" or just accompany you to see what you're up to but unfortunately he doesn't.
after the pie is done baking in the oven and you've brought him a slice so he can get some food in his system because you're sure he hasn't been taking care of himself. you're hoping that maybe, just maybe, the both of you will finally get to spend some time together.
you knock on the door twice.
no response.
you knock once more and call out his name, "kenma, you busy still?"
still no response.
you sigh, realizing there was no hope in knocking, and decide to twist the knob and enter his room. you're greeted with the sight of him sitting on his gaming chair, knees to his chest, headphones over his ears, and slightly biting the eraser top of his pencil.
he must have felt the presence of someone else in the room with him because he looked away from his computer screen and his eyes widened. he slid his headphones off his ear and hung them around his neck.
"how long have you been home?" he bluntly asks.
"for an hour or two now, i think," you reply.
“oh sorry, i didn’t see you,” he mumbles.
you chuckle in response. “i didn’t think you would considering you’ve been cooped up in your room the entire time.”
“well yeah,” he says. “i’m busy.”
as he’s about to put his headphones back on and get back to work, you speak up. “i know you’re busy but do you wanna eat with me? i made-”
“can we talk later? i don’t have time for your clinginess right now.”
oh.
he puts his headphones on and indulges himself back in his work, not even registering the weight of his words.
you slowly walk out of his room, silently close the door, grab yourself a slice of apple pie originally made for the both of you, and plop yourself on the couch to watch some new show on the television.
after working for nearly hours on end, kenma finally finishes the load of work he had piled. now all he wants to do is just spend some time with you before going to bed. he walks out of the bedroom and is greeted by you asleep with the television humming in the background.
he can't help but let a small smile envelop his features. it's such a domestic sight and he wants to photograph this moment in time.
he knows he said some harsh words to you out of frustration but he hopes that you understand that he didn’t truly mean them.
he goes over and kisses your forehead and he smells the distinctive scent of apple pie and his heart softens at the thought that you made him his favorite food.
he goes over to his bedroom, grabs a blanket and lays it over you and goes under the blanket, snuggling himself closer to you. he hasn't felt this relaxed in a while and your presence is just so comforting to him.
he doesn't know what he'd do without you.
the next morning, you wake up and find yourself in an awkward position and your feel arms wrapped around your torso. you look to your left and are greeted by kenma's sleeping figure and you can't help but smile.
but you remind yourself of what he told you yesterday and you silently get up from the couch and begin to get ready for the rest of your day.
his words, "i don't have time for your clinginess right now", really had sent you into a spiral last night and you were too exhausted to think clearly. did you always come off as clingy to him? you were definitely a bit more energetic and enthusiastic than him but you never thought it was clingy?
you can't seem to think straight so you decide to maybe go out for a walk, just to take your mind off things. you just need some time alone, away from your apartment with him.
kenma wakes up only a few minutes later and he feels cold. his neck is sore, considering how he slept in an uncomfortable position because he wanted to sleep with you. however, to his surprise, he doesn't find you asleep next to him.
as he walks around the house, calling your name, a sense of urgency begins to form in the pit of his stomach.
he dials your number and it goes to voicemail.
he does it again. still voicemail.
he's about to call you one more time until he hears the jangle of keys and the door opening. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and as you're about to turn your keys to open the door, he's a step ahead of you, opening the door for you.
"oh my god, i thought you went missing," kenma hugs you, catching you by surprise. "where'd you go?"
hesitant to reply, you say, "oh just went on a walk, that's all."
"you should've told me, we could've gone together," he states. "i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."
"it's fine. don't worry about it."
there's something wrong and he can sense it in your demeanor. as you're heading to the master bedroom, he can see the way your shoulders slump as you put your keys back. he doesn't address your distant behavior, thinking that you're just having a rough morning and it'll get better as the day goes on.
unfortunately, it doesn't get better.
you seem to be fine but you just feel incredibly distant.
kenma's been playing games in his room all day and unlike usual, you're not in his bedroom watching him play or sitting on the bed scrolling through your phone. his gaming experience isn't the same when you're not there.
he pauses his game and goes out to the living room to see you lying down on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone. he wants to ask why you're not staying with him but he doesn't want to make overstep your boundaries, especially since it seems like you're not in a good mood.
but that's anything from what you want.
you want him to ask you to stay in his room and keep you company. but because he hasn't done so, his word "clingy" began to scream louder in your head and to be frank, that's the only thing roaming in your head.
"do you want to do anything today?" he asks. "you know.. because it's the weekend and we can go out if you want? like going out to eat?"
a part of you began to feel guilty considering he was thinking about what you wanted to do and you hated feeling like a burden towards him. he already expressed his disapproval with you when he said he found you clingy so you didn't want to impose any further.
"no it's okay," you reply, eyes glued to your phone. "i don't want to annoy you or anything.. so i'll just go on my own or something..."
he hums in response but his eyebrows furrow as he doesn't seem to move from his spot. he can tell there's something wrong and you're obviously being very dodgy with him about the subject which is why he decides to take a seat on the couch and snatch your phone from your hands before you can even register what's happened.
"hey give me back my phone!" you sit up, stretching yourself over to grab your phone back from him in a failed attempt.
"not until you tell me what's wrong," he says flat.
you sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't inevitable. you can't avoid him forever "you called me clingy yesterday, kenma. sorry that i don't really want to hang out with you right now."
the words that leave your mouth have kenma in a state of shock. you took that seriously? you really thought he meant that? in order to ease his busy day of meetings back to back, you came home baked him some apple pie to ease him from his stresses.
and what did he do in return? called you clingy when you just wanted to spend some well-deserved time with him. god, he was being so ungrateful. his body fills with guilt when he he realizes you took his comment to heart.
“honey, i-” he starts and then is cut off with your words.
"i understand where you were coming from, i like to show my affection with you through physical touch and i know you’ve never been one to really reciprocate that," you begin to ramble. "so i’m really sorry for pushing your boundaries and i’ll give you the space that you need."
guilt is eating him away and he needs to clear the air now, otherwise you might be closed off forever and he’s not sure if he’s ever going to be able to reconnect with you.
“y/n, honey, don't apologize for this. it’s not your fault at all,” he starts. he puts down the phone onto the couch and grabs both of your hands and squeezes them assuringly. “i'm sorry for pushing you away and calling you clingy. you didn't.. you never deserve to be told that."
his hand finds its way to your cheek and he begins to rub comforting slow circles. seeing the sullen look on your face made him realize that he never wants to see you like this ever again. it was like you had lost the light in your eyes. kenma hated how he had diminished that so quickly by making you think that he didn't like your company.
he loves you so much; he could never imagine what life would be like without your presence.
a small smile begins to creep back on to your face and kenma finds himself in a slight sense of relief.
"it's okay," you finally utter out. "do you wanna watch that new episode? apparently there is so much drama now and i'm avoiding socials so i don't get spoiled..."
he chuckles, "i'll do anything with you."
he knows that he can't take back his words from before but as he's sitting on the couch with you in his embrace, he knows he can show you his love through his actions. he'll do anything to bring back that trust to you.
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forusomimiya · 8 months
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HQ captains reacting to you walking semi-naked with his team jersey
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𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰, 𝘚𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘒𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘸/ 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (all of them timeskip!) 𝘊𝘞: 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 (?) 𝘈.𝘕.: 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 4 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 🦅🐍👑😜
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𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 Despite no longer being involved in the world of volleyball, Kuroo still keeps his uniform as if it were a treasure. That uniform is not just a simple piece of clothing, in that uniform there are memories, family, victories… and he keeps it as his most precious object.
So precious that, when you get home and see that you have nothing to wear, you decide to surprise him by wearing it. And that's how you get it when he comes home after a long day at work.
"Oh wow" he says looking at you as he sets his keys in the foyer and his briefcase on the floor. "You look so pretty".
"Ya think?" You pinch the bottom of your shirt and stretch it out as if it were a dress, twirling on yourself. He gives you a smirk, examining your bare legs.
"Yep, just ´cause you're the one wearing it" he walks to the couch and once seated, sighs tiredly, turning to look at you. You know something has gone through his head. A couple of pats on the couch urge you to sit next to him, but you prefer to climb into his lap and entwine your fingers behind the back of his neck. His hands soon wrap around your waist.
"Thank you for the compliment" so innocent, you deposit a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"You're welcome, though…I think you'd look better without it" his hands come in direct contact with your skin, running up your ribs before coming to brush the sides of your tits, up your neck with his lips.
"Oh yeah?" you ask wryly. "Then you'll have to take it me off if you want to enjoy the view" you have plenty of time to jump up from the couch and rush out to his office, to wait for a smiling Kuroo to come through the door while along the way he undoes a couple of buttons on his shirt and rolls up his sleeves. A fucking sexy businessman.
Only 15 minutes later he had you begging, lying on the cold table, making a mess of your ass while he teased your pussy with his fingers, whimpering in pain and pleasure as you swooned listening to all the compliments he had in store for you since he saw you with his shirt on.
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𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 "Daichiii…" you call from across the hall, peeking your head around the door frame, watching your husband cook. Daichi turns slightly but ignores you. "I can't see you now honey, come and show me" so you walked tiptoe to his side, where you wait for him to turn to look at you, leaning on the kitchen counter. He gives you a sidelong glance and when he notices what you're wearing, he completely disregards his task. "What a surprise" he laughs. "Where did ya get it?" "It was stored in one of those old boxes in the storage room" Daichi disappears, only his gaze is left riveted on you, licking his lip unconsciously under lewd thoughts. "Earth calling Daichi, are you listening to me?" you ask snapping your fingers in front of his face. The only movement he makes is to touch a button on the plate, the one you can assume makes the fire go out, before you see yourself lifted into his arms, walking with you to the bedroom, where he drops you on the bed and lets you know his thoughts as he goes to the closet and rummages through the drawers. "Oh… I know what you want to play at" "Oh yeah?" he asks undoing his shirt and exposing his toned abs. You can't help but think he's going to give you a striptease right there, because that's how all the strippers in the movies start, bare-chested and in dark jeans. But your world falls apart when from behind his pants pocket he pulls out his work handcuffs. "I'll bet by your expression it wasn't what you imagined" A groan escapes you as he takes both wrists, raising them high above your head, positioning himself behind your legs, which are you don't know how, raised. This was the fucking Daichi you married. "If your intention was to turn me on, it worked. Now be a good girl, or..." whip your ass in warning "I don't promise to be a good cop".
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𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 "Where do you want to go for lunch tomorrow?" as if it were nothing, you stroll semi-naked in front of your boyfriend, who had long since stopped paying attention to the book in his hands, forcing him to look at you, no, to analyze you as you paced back and forth across the room. "Kotaro" you call him, scowling. "I'm sorry honey, I was so stunned looking at you I think I cum in my pants." "KOTARO!" but your temper soon deflates and you burst out laughing. "I'm kidding, it looks really good on you, better than me" you blush and steal a kiss for the compliment. "Do you think I would have made a good captain?" "I don't think you're good at that whole leadership and taking control thing" your shocked face makes him chew and swallow his words back. "I said I think!" "Well, since you've questioned it, I think it's a good time to show you that I can do it" Bokuto proclaims victoriously when his provocation towards you makes him manage to get you on top of him, unable to help but smile at the sight of your tits moving easily under his shirt. All he needs to do is lick his lips. "Let's be honest. If you're going to fuck me, let me at least take those tits honey. I can't stop drooling thinking about them" you can't say no to him, because one of the good things about Bokuto in sex, is that just by sucking your tits, he would make you cum time after time. "Well… Let me see those pretty lips wrapped around them then" just one command and Bokuto would already be under your shirt sucking your tits, with a noticeable erection that you would soon take between your hands, milking him.
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irisintheafterglow · 28 days
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you were glowing again.
you, you, beautiful you tucked under the sheets of his tiny twin bed in an even tinier university dorm. with barely enough room to fit both of you, the arm pinning you against him was simultaneously ensuring you didn't roll onto the carpet. the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, bathing his room in a comforting orange glow. and there you were, smiling at him like he'd placed every star in the sky.
"i don't understand how you could be so enchanting," he whispers, "but still know zero shit about chemistry."
"there's no correlation between those two things," you point out just as softly, a small smirk teasing at the corner of your mouth. "one can be enchanting and stupid at the same time." he shrugs but peeks down at you with one sleepy eye open.
"i guess so."
"maybe i'm enchantingly stupid," you joke and his chuckle rumbles against your body. "it's a possibility."
"no, no. i think you're stupidly enchanting," he corrects, pressing his lips to the top of your forehead. "don't fall asleep. you still need to finish that worksheet."
"fuck the worksheet," you mutter against the fabric of his shirt. you grip tighter to his body even when he makes no indication of pushing you off and it makes him smile again. "i like being here with you."
"i like being here with you, too."
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tetsument · 29 days
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⟢ pairing: kuroo x fem!reader
⟢ genre: comfort/fluff
⟢ wc: < 1k
⟢ a/n: the first piece for this blog had to be for my husband ofc so this is very selfship coded ^.^i hope you guys enjoy <33 divider by @/cafekitsune
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“I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you really need me?”
Kuroo pauses in turning the page of his novel and peers over the top of the hardback to where you sit at your dressing table. You don’t look upset but you do look thoughtful as you massage moisturiser into your cheeks. There's a faraway look in your eyes reflecting back at him in the mirror and he sits up a little, cautious and unsure.
“Of course I need you.” It’s so simple, the way he states it like a fact, as easy as saying that grass is green. Your mouth scrunches in dissatisfaction and you turn to face him.
“Why?”
“Why?” he echoes.
“Yeah. What about me do you need?” Kuroo is bewildered. The question is odd to him.
“Everything,” he says honestly. “My life wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“Wouldn’t it be? What exactly would be different.”
“Baby, what’s brought this on?”
You shrug. “I’ve just been thinking…”
“Uh oh,” he smirks and you shoot him a halfhearted glare. “I’m kidding, c’mere.”
Heaving a sigh, you trudge over to him and crawl onto the bed beside him, finding your place curled up to his side, his arm naturally slipping around your waist. He places his book on the nightstand, offering you his full, undivided attention. A moment of quiet passes as you choose your words.
“I feel like not much would change for you if I wasn’t around.”
“Okay…” he says slowly. “According to who?”
“I just- I don’t think I’m a necessity to you. There are other people in your life who are important too, so it wouldn’t be that hard to let go of me…” You trail off, wondering if you’re even making sense to him.
“Again… according to who?” His tone is even and conversational but it’s his question that gives you pause. These thoughts have no basis, no source - they sprouted up in your mind after letting your mind wander into the darker pits for a little too long. Shame begins to seep into your cheeks as you realise just how stupid you sound.
“Never mind,” you mumble, playing with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “It’s stupid.”
“Just a little,” he jokes lightly, giving you an affectionate squeeze. “My life was very different before I met you. You know that, right?”
You look up at him, slightly taken aback by the fondness that dyes his eyes golden. “How different?”
His words are soft, his touch even softer as he strokes your cheek with his knuckles. “Well, my bed was always empty, for one, and very cold. There was no one waiting to suffocate me with a hug when I got home. No one to share my meals with or do chores with on the weekends.”
“But you probably did those things with any other partner you had, right?”
“Not necessarily,” he hums, brushing back your hair. “I didn’t get to see your beautiful smile every day or hear your adorable laugh. I didn’t get to see your eyes sparkle and light up with happiness and most importantly, I didn’t get to feel your love.”
Your cheeks grow warm. “Oh.”
“Do you really think I could let those things go? Let you go and be okay with it? Everything would change, baby, how could it not? How could I ever be whole without the person who holds the other half of my heart?”
You’re not sure what sort of answer you expected, but you do feel guilty. “When you put it like that, it makes sense,” you mumble. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been…”
“Overthinking?” he offers gently, smiling at you in that understanding way that wipes away your worries.
“Yeah. That,” you sigh. He chuckles and pecks your lips lightly.
“It’s alright, I get it.”
“You do?”
“Mhm. If I were you, I’d find it hard to believe that I’m married to the most handsome man ever too,” he says, wearing a self-satisfied expression.
Scoffing, you flick his nose. “Let’s not get carried away here.”
“So you don’t think I’m the most handsome man ever?” Kuroo’s lips push out into a pout. “Damn, I should get my money back on that ring.”
“Oi!” You hold your left hand to your chest protectively, shielding your wedding ring from view.
“Oh, what will I do!” he laments dramatically, engulfing you in his arms and crowding your space in the most obnoxious way. “My wife thinks I’m hideous!”
“Don’t put words in my mouth!” you wheeze, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, only for him to hold you tighter. “Tetsu- let go!”
“Let go? Never,” he sniffs. “Not until you fix my wounded ego. And oh, how wounded it is!”
“Oh my god- fine. You’re the most handsome man ever, Tetsu,” you tell him in a deadpan tone. “Happy?”
He hums thoughtfully and shrugs. “It’ll do.”
“Great, now can you please let go of me?”
“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’.
“Why the hell not?”
He smirks and presses a lingering, tender kiss to your cheek. “Because,” he whispers. “I need you.”
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satorisoup · 4 months
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Hello how are youuuu. I was just wondering if you could write a doc with haikyuu players with a gf who they didn’t know could play volleyball be really good at. I know it’s kinda boring but I find it cute.
#HAIKYUU W/ A SECRET VOLLEYBALL GF (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)
#A/N : trust me this isn’t boring at all. ISJWJSJS IKR ITS SO CUTE.
#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (baby, babe, love).
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finds out by stumbling upon one of your games. the crowd is cheering loudly, and he looks to the court to see whats causing the commotion. low and behold, there you are standing with the ball in your hands adorned with the school’s volleyball uniform. he watches you play from the sidelines and is bewildered to see how incredibly good you are. he doesn’t understand why you would hide it from him, but nonetheless, he finds you after your game. with a shocked look on your face, he bends down to whisper in your ear. “great game, baby.”
KUROO. SUNA. osamu. kageyama. oikawa.
finds out when you’re helping him practice. you’re in the schools volleyball gym after practice, helping toss or hit a few balls. it’s when you ask if he can toss one to you that he begins to feel puzzled. he does so anyways, watching with wide eyes as you spike the ball down in such a perfect form, he’s almost certain you might be better than him. turning to look at him with a sheepish smile, he’s looking back at you before asking, “where the hell did you learn to do that babe?”
ATSUMU. BOKUTO. tanaka. semi. lev. iwaizumi.
he already knew before you even told him. he’s observant, and he couldn’t help but have this hunch that you knew how to play. he’d see the way your eyes would light up when watching games, and how you already knew how everything worked. the cherry on top was the volleyball keychain and poster you had in your room. it didn’t come as much of a surprise to him at all, so before you even told him, he just popped the question out of nowhere. “so how long have you been playing volleyball, love?”
AKAASHI. KENMA. kita. sugawara. ushijima. tendou.
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229zmi · 24 days
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BLIND DATE
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Kuroo Tetsurō/Reader | 1.1k words, fluff, reader is a little clueless at first, based off of this tiktok
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“I’m sorry, what? Could you— sorry, could you repeat that?”
At the sound of Kuroo’s cackles echoing throughout the study room (that you had booked for yourself, and then he decided to invade it after spotting you through the window), you shake your head, feeling the regret creep up your neck like smoke rising from flames. Still, he continues to offer half-assed apologies in between abrupt laughs, as if that’ll soothe your embarrassment in any way.
“You heard me the first time.” You scowl when he opens his mouth to deny it, feigning cluelessness with a dumbfounded look on his face. “And your sense of humour sucks by the way. It wasn’t that funny.”
“But it is. You really want me, out of all the people, to set you up with someone?” He grins, twirling a pen around his fingers. Inwardly, you wish for the pen to suddenly fly out of control, for him to finally have a moment of failure that will eventually spiral into his downfall in the hopefully near future (a few seconds from now), but it never happens.
“Just one date,” you say, with venom preemptively hanging from the tip of your tongue in case you need to further defend yourself.
However, he surprises you when all he does is lean back in his chair instead of bursting into a fit of laughter again. His eyebrows furrow in thought, and the pen stills in his hand; he sets it down atop his notebook.
“I know someone who has a small crush on you,” he tells you after a beat. You straighten at the newfound information, suddenly interested.
“Really? Are they a friend of yours? Who is it?”
Kuroo — that bastard — shakes his head, now sporting a smug smile as he crosses his arms. “That’s classified information, I’m afraid.”
You groan. “You can’t just say that and not tell me who it is! C’mon, can you at least give me a hint?”
“Sure. What kind of hint?”
Your question hurtles toward him at lightning speed, only half-joking. “Are they rich?”
Waving his finger disapprovingly, he reprimands you, “Such a shallow question. I’m disappointed in you.”
“Yeah, well, are they?”
“Can’t say he is. He’s a college student, same university and year as us,” he says, and you act devastated over the news, slapping a dramatic hand over your chest. It’s too bad your dreams of becoming someone’s sugar baby have been crushed so tragically like this, though you suppose there are other important factors to consider as well.
“Is he—?”
“Hey, you said a hint, not multiple hints.”
“Oh, shut it. Is he hot?”
“Very,” he confirms, so quickly that it’s almost suspicious. You eye him warily, to which he shrugs. “What? Birds of a feather flock together, or something like that.”
“Yeah, okay. So he’s butt-ugly, then, by association with you.” At that, Kuroo kicks your knee as you snicker to yourself.
“You know that by saying that, you’re also calling yourself butt-ugly. Plus, I’m doing you a grand favour, and this is what I get in return?” A long sigh escapes him. “Absolutely nothing but insults. Unbelievable.”
“You’re such a baby.”
“Nothing but insults,” he repeats.
You roll your eyes. There’s no winning with him. “Fine, then. I’ll lend you my old statistics textbook. You’re taking Intro to Stats next semester, right?”
“Yup.” He smiles, and you know you’ve got yourself a deal. “I’ll text you the location and time as soon as possible.”
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Disappointingly enough, your date is late.
Kuroo, however, is right on time.
You narrow your eyes at him, glancing at the outfit he’s got on. You’re used to him wearing sweatpants and hoodies with holes in the sleeves every time you see him, but today, he’s put something unusually nice on, although you’re not entirely sure why. You’re also not sure why he’s here, outside of the café and at the exact time he told you your date had agreed to meet you.
“Where’s my date?” you ask before looking around for the umpteenth time to check if he’s arrived yet. However, your movement is stopped when Kuroo gently places a hand under your chin, guiding your focus back to him.
A sly grin reveals itself; his hazel eyes twinkle beneath the glow of the café’s hanging fairy lights.
“Right here. I’m your date.”
You frown, still puzzled. “What? But you said a few days ago, you were gonna set me up with someone who—“
Wait a minute.
Oh, you realise.
Then, you shut your eyes tightly, turning away from him.
“What are you doing?” There’s a slight chuckle in his voice that he doesn’t even attempt to hide, obviously entertained by your actions. He steps to the side to see your face, but you turn away again. “Hey, is my hair really that ugly? I tried combing it down like a gazillion times this morning, I swear.”
“No, just—” You stick your arm out, and Kuroo holds onto it awkwardly, both concerned for you and unsure of what he’s supposed to do. “Pinch me, please. I think I’m dreaming.”
“Oh. You’re not dreaming,” he assures you, opting to instead rest his hands on your shoulders, yet it’s pointless in getting you to look at him. Stubborn as always, he thinks fondly.
“That’s exactly what someone in my dreams would say.”
“Ah, I see. So, I’m the man of your dreams?”
Bingo. Picturing himself doing a victory dance in his head, Kuroo watches you open your eyes to glare at him for his remark. His celebration is short-lived, though, because in a matter of seconds, you’re quick to point out, “You’re blushing.”
Rubbing a hand over his cheek as if to erase the pinkish hue, he denies the observation. “I’m not.”
“You are.” You feel all giddy inside, with your heart feeling like it’s about to leap out of your chest, walk inside the café, and buy a cup of coffee. You’re worried a gooey mess of feelings is what’s going to spill onto the pavement if you so much as speak too quickly, so your question comes out tentative, like a butterfly’s wings fluttering in the wind, “And… you like me?”
That, he cannot deny. But there’s a poor attempt at it anyway. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I said a small crush.”
“Really?”
“Really.” A pause. Then, he adds sheepishly, “Well, maybe it’s a little more than that.”
Your expression breaks into a grin at the confession, but before you can tease him any more for the blush that has now spread to the back of his neck, he pulls the door to the café open and uses his free hand to gesture towards the interior, bowing his head slightly.
“For my lovely date,” he says, looking up just to wink at you. Whether this is actually to charm you or just to distract you from his embarrassment, you can’t tell.
Nevertheless, as cheesy as it is, you decide to play along, intertwining your fingers through his and extending your gratitude to him for his chivalrous act before pulling him along as you head inside.
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notes: another kuroo fic 4 the Kuroo kissers ♥︎ tumblr user @kyoghurts i hope u like it teehee
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xfgpng · 1 year
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“said my lipgloss is popping”
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your pretty plump lips always look so pretty. you’re always wearing your favourite lip gloss that smells like fruit and he gets addicted to the taste without realising it.
he keeps one of them in his car and another in his bedroom. you always look for it after he’s kissed you and it’s smeared on his lips and cheeks.
“shit baby” he groans, gripping the back of your head to fuck into your mouth over and over again. it’s wet and warm and when you relax your jaw, taking him deeper down your throat, he pinches his thigh to stop himself from cumming too soon.
your lips are stretched around his cock so beautifully, the image burned into the backs of his eyelids. he swears he can’t get off to porn anymore, thinking about you was enough to get him going whenever you weren’t around.
his abs are flexing and you can hear in his heavy breathing and low moans that he’s so close. you smirk to yourself as you swirl your tongue around his tip, your tongue dipping into his slit the way he likes.
he moans louder than, tossing his head backwards as you cup his heavy balls. he was just too fucking pretty like this.
“you gonna cum baby?” you asks, kissing along his cock and down to his balls. it leaves lipgloss stains everywhere and if he could, he’d take another picture to add to his already growing collection.
you like swallowing his cum but today, you pump his cock hard and fast, moaning his name the way he likes and it has his cumming fast, all over your lips and chin.
“fuck” he pants, “jesus baby, what the fuck”
you smile up at him and you shouldn’t look so innocent with his cum on your face. his spent dick twitches involuntarily and he whines at the feeling. you were going to send him to an early grave.
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| eren, dabi, bokuto, kuroo, tengen, rengoku, hawks&mikey
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tetzoro · 4 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TETSU — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. kuroo tetsuro !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : it’s kuroo’s birthday and you’re the gift he’s been looking forward to all day. so it’s only fair you let him indulge in you all night.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), light bondage (w ribbons), pet names (pretty girl, baby, sweetheart) the use of “sir” (once), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie — WC : 2.8k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : happy birthday my lover ᰔ dividers by @/cafekitsune
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.゚
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dressed up in pretty pink ribbons, lace curling around your body, encasing you in the most beautiful gift kuroo’s ever seen in his life, you greet him in your shared bedroom.
“sweetheart.” he breathes, soaking in the way you’re sprawled on the bed, practically presenting yourself to him as you perch up like a cat stretching, your ass high up in the air just beginning to be touched. “this all for me?”
“of course it is. all for the birthday boy.” you purr, rolling on your back before you arch it off the bed. he’s never seen you so brazen, so crazed. his fingers twitch by his side, along with his cock as it comes to life — fiercely pressing against his too-tight slacks just begging to be free. 
taking a few steps, unbuttoning his shirt as he gets closer, he crawls up on the bed, his eyes still glued on you. he’s unable to focus as your manicured hand runs teasingly down your own neck, over your breasts and down towards the place that makes his mouth water, itching to have a taste.
his hand encircles your wrist, stopping your actions, a heedy look in his eye. his tongue swipes along his lips, a million ways in which he could devour you infiltrate his mind.
“then, no touching.” he coos, gently moving your wrist down onto the soft duvet, pinning it there as his body rubs up against yours — his core pressing between your legs. “not until i unwrap my gift.”
“yes, sir.” you tease, squirming under his hold. he’d never seen a more beautiful sight, watching as you splay out under him, ready for whatever he wants to give you. “i’m all yours.”
the words gloss over his mind, swelling in his heart as he dips his head down, wasting no time as he captures your lips with his. the way you make him feel like the king of the world with the only simplest of phrases.
the kiss itself is rushed, fueled by pure, unadulterated need. tongues hastily swirling together as drools pools in the sides of his mouth. but he can’t stop, not when you taste so good, so sweet for him.
just when he thinks he might pass out from lack of air, your hands find purchase in his hair, demanding he come closer. and who was he to ever deny you? 
the words “i love you” rolling off the tip of his tongue, peppering them along the skin of your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the one before. his breath hitches when he hears the return of your own breathy confession, professing your love between the small gasps he pulls from you.
“you’re so good to me.” he mouths against your ear, fingers moving to trail back down your body before gripping your hips tightly. you let out a soft moan as he presses your cunt against his clothed throbbing length, rocking you against him ever so slightly as he starts feeling his pre stain the fabric. drawn to your warmth, he can’t help but let out a breathy moan. “been wanting you to myself all day.”
“well, now you have me.” you say, the corner of your lips teasing upward. “but the question is, what are you going to do?”
“oh sweetheart,” he caresses your face lovingly, before his palm slides down your sides, roaming over the lace set you had on. there’s a devilish glint in his eyes that has you rubbing your thighs together – a look that you are all too familiar with when kuroo gets worked up like this. “i’m going to start unwrapping my present.”
the necklace wrapped around your neck was pretty, the pink silk beautifully curling around your skin. he couldn’t help but slip it off, ignoring your squirming. the fabric slides through his fingers before he cups your chin, tilting it up toward him.
he presses his lips against yours again, but this time, languidly moving them at a pace that draws out pleasure, teasing the both of you. the tenderness dizzying his mind and driving him mad. his grip on your chin tightens as he can’t get enough — trying to pull you in deeper. 
he groans into your mouth as your hand sneakily runs over his shoulders, pushing off the bothersome unbuttoned shirt he was still wearing, the pads of your fingers smoothly over the expanse of his toned back. he pulls back from the kiss, saliva almost dripping down the side of his mouth.
“need to taste you.” he decides, shimmying his body down so his face was right in front of your cunt. his jaw almost drops — heat rushing to his face as blood runs down to his cock. “are these —?”
“knew how much you like these little sets, wanted to keep it on for you this time.” you explain, batting your lashes at him as you shyly open your legs wider, exposing your glistening cunt. the two of you had never played with a set like this — one that left a very convenient opening that left you bare for him.
“fuck.” he whispers in awe, peering in closer as he runs his fingers along the lace, just outside where you needed him most. watching you squirm for him, already clenching around nothing, has him unbuckling his pants, sliding off the rest of his clothes as he takes his cock into his hand with a satisfied hiss. “you’re so perfect, so pretty.”
he flattens his tongue against you, licking a stripe along the entrance of your cunt while easing his pre around the tip of his cock. groaning at your sweet musk, he can’t contain himself anymore, using his free hand to clutch onto your thigh for leverage as he starts to feast on his birthday dessert.
“tetsu!” you squeal out, gripping onto his hair. he grunts as you tug on it, messing it up more than it already was. his hips thrust against the bed, pushing his cock in between his fist as he starts to pump himself.
“so fucking good.” he’s all but slobbering into you, licking up every drop of your essence he can get his tongue on. he never wanted to leave this spot, he’s positive that his head was meant to be between your legs. soaking up the way your thighs tremble around him, squeezing against his head. it was all consuming.
your legs clamp around him as you near your edge, but he’s too lost in you to notice. the muffled squelching noise stemming from how quickly he’s stroking his cock reaches his ears as you roughly tug on his hair.
“‘m close! tets-!” you cry out, practically humping his face as you hurtle towards the edge. he wraps his lips around your clit, gently suckling against it as his fingers slip into your cunt. 
with another cry your name, you come undone around his fingers, clenching around them before he pulls them out, making room for his tongue to clean up every drop of your sweet essence.
but kuroo’s known for getting carried away when it comes to you.
he just knew your body so well, knew how to curve his fingers just right to have you twitching in his hold, chasing the high as you start to ride his digits. he loved it, loved watching your expressions morph into bliss from a few calculated touches.
your body trembles under his hold as he doesn’t stop, wanting you to do that again and again until he’s had his fill. he ignores your pleas of overstimulation, knowing you can take it for him, especially today.
eventually your cries turned into mewls of pleasure, his eyes flit up to you, watching you toss your head back in ecstasy. he grins, moving back a bit so he can slip his fingers back into your soppy, soft cunt.
“feeling good, baby?” he teases, stretching you out. you can’t help but start to grind on his face, chasing the spiraling tendrils of your impending release. it was so, so close, just within your reach.
“s’good!” your voice cracks and he has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming. both hands move to grab your thighs, tossing your legs over his shoulder as he goes back for more — teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue, barely plunging into you. “s’too much! need to come again, please!”
something in him snaps when he sees your fingers trail down your body, desperately trying to swirl around the nub he’s been purposefully neglecting. he wanted you to come again — but on his own terms. you were just getting too greedy now.
“enough,” his tongue slides out of you, ignoring your offended gasp, he quickly grasps your wrists together, taking the ribbon that was previously tied around your neck and using it to tie a pretty bow to keep your hands off of him. “i already warned you once.”
“tetsu, ‘m sorry.” you whine, fighting against his hold so you could touch him again. 
“too late for that, sweetheart.” he kisses your head. “if you’re really good, maybe i’ll untie you.”
“no fair.” you huff, tears welling up in your eyes. kuroo freezes for a brief second, thinking maybe he went too far but the way you roll your hips against his, the warmth from your cunt spreading over his length tells him otherwise. 
“no? want me to stop then, baby?” he smirks down at you, tucking his head by your ear, pressing a kiss along your lobe. “all you have to do is tell me if that’s what you really want.”
“n-no!” you cry out, halting your movements. he watches as your body longs for him, hips jutting upwards to find his fingers once again.
“no? you sure?” his fingers barely graze over your clit, the pads of his fingers ghosting over where you need him most. but he doesn’t give you any pressure, any friction that would bring you satisfaction. tears cling to your lashes, desperation swimming in your eyes.
“tetsu, don’t be mean.” you writhe under him. he feels a surge of arousal jolt throughout his core, completely mesmerized by you, watching frustration bubble up inside you. he almost wants to see if you’d go as far to break past the ribbon. you let out an exaggerated huff, on the edge of accepting defeat. “if i knew you were going to talk this much, i would’ve kept you down there to finish what you started.”
“oh yeah? you’re the one being awfully naughty tonight, aren’t you?” he dips down and presses bruisingly tender kisses along your neck, leaving little marks in his wake. he levels his face right in front of yours, causing your breath to hitch as his piercing eyes glint with mischief. “got this pretty pussy of yours all ready to take me just for you to be a brat. maybe i should just use your mouth instead?”
you shake your head, words escaping you as emotion takes over. your eyes plead with his, your core molten with need, yearning for his touch again.
“no? you gonna be good and let me fuck you now?” he lines his cock up with you, feeling it jump in the palms of his hand as his tip kisses your dripping entrance.
“mhm, please!” you audibly beg now, music to his ears. he glides his tip teasingly, coaxing a pussy job from you as he waits for you to go on. “please fuck me, tetsu. i’m sorry, i pro-”
cutting you off, he shoves himself into you, smirking as your words blend into a moan of his name. his fingers dig into the skin of your hip, his body trembling slightly as he sinks into you. almost right after he bottomed out, you feel it — the happy twitch of cock as it settles deep inside of you.
it doesn’t take him long to fall into a steady pace, snapping his hips against yours, fingers curling into the lace that was still decorated your body. his beautiful gift, all wrapped up for him. 
with each push and pull of his hips, he drives deeper into you, your walls squeezing around him in a way that has his head dizzy. no matter how many times he sinks into you, it never gets old. each time is like the first time as he carves his way into the place that makes him lose himself, the one where you’re waiting right there to find him. 
moving your wrists pinned above your head, he pushes your knees to your chest, watching as his cock disappears in and out of you — completely coated in your essence. he has half a mind to pull out and taste you again, licking his lips at the thought, but the pleasure he felt was too strong, curling deep in his abdomen and threatening to snap from just a few shallow thrusts.
he’s mesmerized at how perfectly your bodies join, reconnecting from the steady thrust of his hips. he’s slow with it for a moment, dragging it out as your cunt doing everything in its power to suck him in. 
his jaw clenched, trying to control himself a little more before he snaps. but something carnal takes hold of his mind, boiling deep within his abdomen as he looks at you. 
as much as he loved the set you had on, he needed to feel you, your skin brushing against his, chests rubbing together as he pushes into you over and over again.
“need more.” he gasps out, breathing heavily into your mouth. all you can do is let out little choked moans as he brushes along your cervix. you hear fabric ripping as he tears off the pretty set you had on for him. “need to touch you.”
“but my set.” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with watery doe eyes. you’ve never looked cuter and if it was possible — he felt himself grow harder. his pace quickens, frenzied with the way you drive him wild.
“was my present, wasn’t it?” he laughs breathlessly, kissing you in a soft apology. but this is what he needed, your nipples brushing against his, scraps of lace sliding off your body as he starts pounding into you — quickly losing whatever control he had left.
“you — mmph ! — you better buy m-me another.” you moan out, your legs wrapping around his waist as he fucks you deeper into the mattress. your fingers twitch, longing to touch him again, to claim the closeness you need to send you over the edge.
you leave him breathless, he doesn’t even care that your tied up wrists loop around his head, fingers threading through his hair as you pull him flush against you. skin sliding against skin, he pushes deeper into you, tip of his cock brushing along your cervix.
“sound so pretty when you take me like this.” he rasps out, nearing his release. “always making me feel so — aah — so good.”
kuroo continues to drive into you, panting out curses every few moments — his breathing growing heavier, needier. squelch. squelch. squelch. filled his ears and he could hardly think of anything else besides how good you feel wrapped around him like this. 
your cunt clamps around him, clenching as you attempt to milk him dry, your beautiful moans filling his ears as you cum around his cock. his hips stutter, losing his pace for a second as he watches you thrash underneath him, gripping at anything to ground you while you crash down from your high.
it was one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen.
with a shuddered groan, he pushes deep within you as he releases rope after rope of cum, filling you up with everything he had. burying his face in the crook of your neck, shallowly thrusting to ensure he pumps all of it as far as he can. with a satiated breath, he slumps against you, pressing kisses along any bit of skin he can get his lips on.
“my beautiful girl.” he praises, a smile easing on his face as he finds your gaze again. your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath, the torn fabric jumbled up at your sides. kuroo gently takes your hands, slipping the ribbon off of them before placing a gentle kiss on each of your inner wrists. “did so well for me. you always spoil me for my birthday.”
“you deserve it.” you smile at him, fingers running along his face as you both savor the touch. “happy birthday tetsuro.”
“and it’s not over yet.” he smirks, suddenly getting a second wind as he presses a chaste kiss against your lips. within a blink of the eye, he finds his face back in front of your cunt, watching his cum drip out of you. he licks his lips, gently thumbing over your puffy clit. 
“w-what are you doing?” you gasp out, arching your back.
“i need a fresh start for round two.”
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eggyrocks · 2 days
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𖦹track twenty: kill me𖦹
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an: sorry this one’s a little shorter i’m trying to divide everything up in a way that makes sense 😭
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uzuikyo · 10 months
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𓄷 17:34 ✦ kuroo tetsuro x f!reader
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メ̼ smut (MDNI, 18+)
メ̼ fingering, spanking
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“t-tetsu…” you gasped when you suddenly felt his big hand cupped your clothed pussy while you were busy playing games on your phone, laying on your stomach on top of kuroo with your ass facing him. “shh, just continue playing. I just want to make you feel good.” 
his thumb found your clit, gently rubbing it, making you squirm as you tried to focus on the game you were playing. kuroo noticed the wet patch on your panties grow bigger, rubbing up and down your slit. “mhmm b-babe..” you stuttered out.
his hands went to squeeze your bottom when you tried to move your hips for more friction before giving it a light smack. soon enough, your panties were pushed to the side, making kuroo licking his lower lip by the sight of your glistening folds. 
your grip on your phone completely loosened as it fell from your hands when you felt two fingers entering you. “does that feel good?” kuroo scissored his fingers inside you, making you whimper, “yes- fuck!” your mouth gaped when he added a third finger, curling them together as he found your spot.
“t-tetsu i’m gonna-” a loud moan emitted from your lips as your juices dripped down from kuroo's fingers, pulling it out of you and licking them clean.
“you taste so good. come here,” he made you straddle his lap before kissing you, making you taste your own. kuroo felt you grind on his hard on, quickly pulling away from your mouth as he laid you down on the bed, hovering on top of you.
he started placing kisses on your stomach down to your inner thighs, biting on it, leaving marks as your breath hitched.
“patience angel, I will give you what you want later, but right now, I want to taste more of you.”
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iwillshoyoutheworld · 5 months
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭
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𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧? —- ♬ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ word count updating
𓆩𖤐𓆪 kuroo’s really a pervert like—, male streamer!reader, masturbation, first times, Kuroo is delulu for you loll, the video he’s watching is an older one of yours but it’s his fav!
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ I feel bad because it was a little rushed but hopefully it’s enjoyable?? Let me know how you feel about it and don’t mind any errors loll
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Remembering the coffee shop is like a fever dream. It had been so cold that morning, the parking lot just a ways from the small building lodged in between two offices that rose to the sky. The warmth of the coffee shop embracing him as he’d stepped inside, melting away the stiffness in his limbs and urging him to remove his thick layers of clothing he’d needed for the previously low temperatures.
“Good morning, welcome in.” You hadn’t looked up yet but he smiled anyway, walking toward the counter with the clack of his business shoes following his steps, unwrapping the scarf from around his neck slowly. When you looked up you blinked, huffing a polite laugh.
“Oh, Kuroo-sama,” your eyes flickered behind him nervously but you continued to smile. He saw you gulp before handing the cup you’d been writing on to the worker behind you. Lithe fingers swiping it from your grasp. “It’s nice to see you, the usual?” You bit your bottom lip, shifting from leg to leg, looking back and then away from him in a shy cycle. Him and back, him and back, you’d laugh every few times, embarrassed at being caught.
“Surprise me?” Your eyebrows pump up quickly and you tap away at the register with your pointer finger popping your lips together and then holding the tip of your tongue between your rows of teeth. “And please,” he says distracting himself from your mouth. “No need to be so formal alright, you’ll make me feel old.”
Tetsuro leans on his arm over the cold marble of his table, sitting in silence except for the flick of his finger against the coffee cup that spins on its bottom on the table. His name scribbled in your cute rushed handwriting, a little ‘greater three’ sign shaped into a heart after his name. He couldn’t help but wonder if you did that with all your customers… or if you only did it to the hot ones. He feels himself starting to think about you, he gets into a certain mood when you come up.
All hot under the skin, thinking about the last outfit you wore. He clears his throat and sits up, grabbing the coffee container and setting it in his palms ready to shoot a basket with perfect form. He cocks his wrist back and points with the hand on top letting it roll off his finger tips as he flicks his wrist and shoots it straight into the garbage can. Tetsuro isn’t dumb enough to not be self aware, he’s aware that he’s perverted when it comes to you—
—But he struggles with wondering if it matters if it’s you who puts it out there. Your little porno page out on the internet for anyone to find, Tetsuro just happens to live in your area, is that so wrong? He doesn’t think so. He sucks his teeth and leans back in the wooden bar chair that sits right at his kitchen table. Maybe he should grab his computer, I mean, he should do it before he takes a shower right? So he doesn’t have to take a second one? He slides off the stark furniture that sounds under his weight.
Pretending he’s not about to get on his computer and creep on his favorite barista’s porn stream. In fact, he’s going to be watching one of those older streams in particular. He plops on his couch and reaches over on the side table to grab his computer, the cool steel body of it contrasts against the warmth of his own. He opens it and clicks through all the following modules with no haste,
Even though the video lasts no more than 20 minutes he likes to drag it out. He’s a very patient man, and that is no different in anything he does. The page loads, a red banner with color coordinated notes that follow down the sides of the site. The ‘currently streaming’ button off and tabs that follow below by date. He scrolls past everything else, clicking the ‘April’ tag, then the twelfth day and he’s all set.
Most folders carry more than one video, each of your videos throughout the years accumulated into the same folder as long as they share the month and day. But this video is your only video on April twelfth. You’re wearing a thick green sweater and black baggy workout shorts. As a member of the audience people would assume that it’s a turn off for you to not be dressed up all slutty with your legs spread, but to him it was the most important aspect.
You seemed like more of a person this way, something that could be debauched and tampered with. You seemed like the same man from the coffee shop, except this way he got to see a different side of you. The side of you he knew first, and was much, much more acquainted with. He clicks the link and immediately it shwooshes him off to a different corner of the website, screen completely framed with the pixels of the video. The low lighting of his living room is the perfect setting.
Heaving a sigh and licking the muscle of his tongue over his teeth, he spreads his legs quite a ways from each other, slinking back into the cushion of his couch and digging his shoulders around to find comfort in the fabric. Something he’d bought when he was convinced it was too nice looking not to have, cursing himself for his lack of taste in comfortability. The video starts off with you adjusting the camera, the computers’ speaker booms with the sound of it but he opps to not turning it down. Making sure he’d be able to get good sound quality later on.
Your cheeks squish in against the focused grin of lips pressed into a thin line as you get your set up just right and attach it to something beyond the scope of his visual. Then you sigh and scoot back,
“Finally! I swear I’ve been trying to fix this tripod forever, it’s starting to fight me back..” you pout quirking your brow and settling your hand against your thigh. Tetsuro watches your eyes scan through the multitude of comments, the reflection of a screen in your eyes making them look starry and bright. Your shoulders shake and then you suck in a breath, signaling a laugh as you read through the stretch of words posted for you.
“Yes today I have a surprise… kind of.” Your eyes search every corner but the camera’s as you grin sly and knowing. Mischief written all over your face in invisible ink. You tap your pointer fingers against each other and nip the corner of your bottom lip, sucking it between your teeth before lifting your shoulders and dropping them. Turning to the side as if you’re looking for something and brushing a single finger on the cast of your ear.
“I know I’ve only been doing… v’ only been—like—touching myself, here, on this page.” You press a hand to your cheek avoiding the pointed attention of the stream, question marks flood the chat faster than an old creaky dam after a storm. “I wanted to try something new for you.” For you, Cupid did it. He snuck up on Tetsuro and shoved his arrow through his heart. You’re so amiable and too oblivious for your own good. The mannerisms of a stark and kind young man.
Of course it’s not love, but lust feels pretty heavy on every inch of his body. Gripping him by every tendon and vain and down right almost forcing him to go and check up on you at work everyday. Watching you talk with the same mouth he’d imagined cumming inside. When he’s focused back on the screen you’re turned away from it. “I’ve been doing my research obviously,” you banter, “and I’ve been. Well… practicing.” You drawl out the last word quietly, leaning in on yourself as you turn back around to the camera.
The clear dildo looks more than a little out of place in your hand. You look just as a college student should, overworked and abstracted from the notion of a fashion sense. You stare at it like it’d grown from you as a third arm, cheeks dusted with chroma and uneasy.
“Never tried it before.” You admit, the comments now rolling so quick against the corner of the screen Tetsuro wouldn’t be able to read the messages through even if he wanted to. “But I cleaned up n’ got myself all prepared… wanna do it for you.” Tetsuro mirrors your movements as your hand begins to palm over your shorts. He’s already chubbed up, his body on autopilot from the amount of times he’s seen this video.
He groans at the feeling, tandem with you and the way you grope yourself. Trying to imitate what it might feel like to be touched by you. Would your grip be soft? Shaky? Are you nervous or confident in bed? He wonders often about it. Tetsuro watches your hips shift into the movement but he’s sure you don’t even know you’re doing it. It’s a common theme when it comes to you, you’re so engrossed in how good it feels… you aren’t very well trained. You must be cordial enough that it never really matters.
He’s not too beat up over it though. He’s not much of a brat tamer but he loves himself a brat who know when to mind his manners here and there. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration and a frown curls on your lips, you look a bit like you’re disappointed in yourself, maybe for giving in so quickly. You reach for the hem of your pants sliding your hands inside grunting at the feeling and your head tilts to the side. A flash of heat strikes hot and swift through out his body, continuing to palm himself. Tetsuro doesn’t even realize how slick the sweat on him is till he lifts his shirt and his body reflects the blue light of his computer.
“Feels good…feels really good.” You’re answering a comment but Tetsuro is paying attention to the wet sounds of your hand moving quickly against your cock. How you thrust forward into your fist beneath the fabric, bent forward on your knees and using a single hand beside you to keep you stable. Tetsuro finally gives into the urge and reaches inside his shorts, pulling his dick just above the margin of the material.
His dick is hard, leaning back against his belly with resistance and the temperature of the room against him makes him shiver. He grips himself from the top closing his eyes and listens to the noises you make as he rubs the tip with his thumb. Spreading the cum around the tip and dragging down twisting his fist a little and pulling back up. Images of your lips in his mind and he groans head leaning back. Your mouth, warm and nervous.
He imagines you’d be noisy and sloppy, he probably wouldn’t get you for more than a few seconds on his dick in a row before you’re pulling off for a deep breath. But he’d show you how to lick it real good, just so you don’t have to push yourself. He stutters out a moan, his opposite hand coming over his stomach to rub there and his thighs tense. When he opens his eyes again you’ve got your pants off and dildo just off to the side of you.
“S-sorry can’t talk..” you pant, “n’ so nervous,” you whimper hand moving so fast over yourself he thinks it must be hurting you. “Gonna be my first..” Tetsuro’s eyes half roll to the back of his head and he grips the base of himself, his dick jumping in his fist.
“Holy fuckkk.” He whispers to himself. His breath feels hot against his skin as he breathes down over it. You slowly let go of your dick and it bounces forward. Your face looks as if to be in pain, scrunched up and hand that you’d been using to stroke yourself trembles and clenches shut. When you feel confident enough to move again you reach for the clear bottle with a blue cap and the plastic toy, popping the cap off. You bite your bottom lip, so focused on the toy you don’t even seem to remember what you’re really doing. That’s another thing Tetsuro loves,
You act like it’s not even a stream, really pulling him into the experience and giving him just a taste of what he’s really craving. He can’t help but imagine when he gets to face you tomorrow, he’s going to feel so humiliated, and he’s going to love every second of it. Knowing he saw you taking your first cock more times than numbers on a line.
Bashfully, you stroke the toy, refusing to make eye contact with the camera as you do it. “Feels dirty.” You say smirking a bit,
“Goddamn, it is.” Tetsuro replies watching you finish your ministrations and take a deep breath. You grip it with the same hand that had been holding you up, spreading your legs and assuming the most comfortable position. You look down at it, crown of your scalp being exposed before looking at the camera. You exhale heavily sit in an upright position, he watches as your lips move but the speaker doesn’t catch it and soon enough you’re pressing yourself down on it.
As slowly as possible you sink down onto the plastic. Your jaw clenches and you stop after the tip slips inside, you inhale and Tetsuro can see the way your body visibly relaxes. It slides a bit smoother but you take your breaks in between every couple inches.
“D-do you see how big it is?” Your voice is breathy and quiet, “s’so big oh my god.” Doesn’t look like it because your body swallows it with champion. Sucking up the toy vigorously. You don’t take the whole thing but you lift yourself up, going down about the same place as you start to fuck yourself with it.
Tetsuro spreads his leg a little farther from the other to sink down more into his furniture. He follows your slow pace and leans his head against the cushion straight so he can see the screen. “There ya’ go.. take it like that.” You’re trying to find a rhythm that’s satisfying as your pace falters, uncoordinated thrusts as you push back and forth against the toy. Your dick bounces from your spastic thrusting and twitches, Tetsuro watches as it leaks all over your bed, creating a tiny plashet of cum that darkens the fabric.
Tetsuro speeds up his pumping fist moaning steadily. He’d encourage you just to take a little more unlike you do in the video. He knows you can do it, knows you’d be a good boy for him too. Plus his dick is way bigger than the toy you’re attempting to take right now he can guarantee. He’d lay you on your back with your knees to your chest, rest his weight on you to hold you down and fuck you good and deep.
You’re dipping your toe in the shallow end right here in the video, he wants to teach you to swim.
“Deeper?” You whine having read a message Tetsuro doesn’t care about right now. Only keeping his attention onscreen because he knows what’s about to happen. You halt your ingress and try and relax, your legs trembling and obviously tired so you begin to slide down much more easily than you had before.
“Uh…uh” sounds sucked out from you every time you drop down merely a couple inches more. You’re panting by the time you’ve taken all of it, only enough space for your fist to handle the toy at the bottom. When you roll your hips forward your back arches and your eyes widen, your legs and your dick spasms, a sticky drop of cum like a string falls from it.
“Please please can I touch myself.” You say quickly, “wish you could touch me… so hard… it hurts.” You mewl on about the state of your cock. Opposite hand trailing up to rub over your nipple, you clench up in response as you roll your thumb over it. Moving your hips again being much louder this time. You pinch and pull the tiny bud and your legs shiver at the feeling. Tetsuro is at a point where the quality of the sound from the video itself excites him. You’ve found a comfortable way to fuck yourself with the plastic and shamelessly give it to yourself. Your hand training down your sweaty stomach and reaching for the base of your cock.
Tetsuro grunts and his hips lift into his grip. His dick had leaked so much he now had a smooth glide over himself. He strokes at the same speed you take the toy, shaky breaths leave him. He’d reteach you the meaning of pleasure in a single night if you let him. Tetsuro takes his shirt into his mouth and lifts himself up to meet his fist.
“M’gonna cum..” he almost doesn’t catch it, loud as he does the same all over his clutching fingers. You’re not super loud as you cum but your dick leaks pathetically through your fist. Hips stuttering and convulsive as you stroke till the last second. You moan as you slowly slide yourself off the plastic cock and hiss when it’s completely pulled out of you. You collapse back onto your butt, muscles tired from holding yourself up all that time. You use your arm to cover your flush face from the camera,
Getting shy all the sudden as you read the reactions. Tetsuro looks down at his shorts, stained and hand a mess from his release.
“Fuckk,” he sighs biting his lip. He’s exhausted but he knows he still has to haul himself to the shower, where he’ll probably jerk of again to the thought of seeing you tomorrow as he goes to pick up his routine coffee. Looking back at the screen you’d moved toward the camera hand on the side of it. You have to manually accept all the gifts. Tetsuro watches for a little while, waiting for a moment to watch the recap so he can see his favorite moment right at the end.
“Wow! Thank you anonymous, I hope you see you here again.” You wink at the camera and Tetsuro pauses it right there, gallantly puffing his chest knowing the donation had been his. He closes the laptop and leaves it on the coffee table, the contrastic silence of the house settling over him. Man, he really can’t wait to see you in the morning.
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champion treatment!
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral m!receiving, tbh i started this with a character in mind but it can be a couple of them so just tagging the ones i think that fit lol, femboodied reader, use of pet names as "darling"
"come on, you can do better."
but you can't. not with your mouth aching from taking his shaft and his fingers stuffed inside you, mercilessly thrusting in and out of you while his hips press against your face, making you take even more of him. your body is spread on his lap, his legs open so he can finger you at the same time you give him the special treatment for champions like him.
"look at you now, so silently, obediently sucking on my cock, huh?" he thrusts his hips and his fingers at the same time, his free hand resting on the curve of your lower back, arching you for him. "no more complaints, rudeness or sharp responses." he hums in approval when you moan around him, fingers reaching deeper as his own cock touches the back of your throat. "already too dumb to even remember what you said earlier to me?"
his apartment is silent, apart from his grunts and your moans, his heavy breath and your gasps for air every time he lets you breath. The windows are full open, giving a view of the city none of you are appreciating. you're too busy into each other to even notice the way the night lights start to turn on as the sun sets behind the windows. he takes his shaft out of your mouth, slapping it against your cheek with soft moans and lustful looks. he presses the tip softly between your half open mouth, two of his fingers running up and down his length while his eyes are fixed on yours. His other hand, still busy on you, adds another finger to your insides, making you moan, for his pleasure.
"let's see... you entered in my gym." he recaps, as his fingers keep moving inside you, making your back arch more and your own body search that friction. "no, no, that's not how it works. it's rude to cum while i speak, so you'll have to listen and wait, got it?" he takes your body closer, resting his back against the backrest, and taking your body between his legs, your back against his chest. his free hand keeps your legs parted as his fingers keep pumping in and out, so pleasurably, so good. "don't you dare to take your attention away from me, or i'll have to punish you." with that being said, he licks your neck from your shoulder to your jaw. "where were we? ah, yeah. the training." his fingers slow down for a bit, for your relief, as he kept thinking. "you entered while i was still training. that shouldn't be a problem, i'm used to having you fluttering around in those stupid gym clothes." his fingers quicken the pace, going more aggressively, while his thumb caress your lips. "then, that damned boy asked to train with me. as if i hadn't anything better to do as the champion." he grunts, the silence letting you hear the obscene wet sounds coming from his fingers. "and then, you stood up, came towards me and... what did you call me, dear?" the sarcasm in the pet name he uses on you makes your senses come back a little, only to be swept away with the next thrust of his fingers.
"asshole." you manage to speak between your teeth. he laughs before taking his fingers to your mouth, playing with your tongue, saliva dripping all down your chest while he hums.
"exactly, asshole." he approves your words, taking his fingers out of your mouth, still wet. "don't even think about closing those legs, hm?" you feel the coldness on your back when he moves a bit, taking the wet hand towards his hardness and pumping it up and down. you can hear the sounds he makes, the way he breaths, the way he moans and curses under his breath. "and then... what happened then?" he remembers perfectly, and your mind is too dizzy to even think about it. "then you went for a shower at the same time i did. such a coincidence, specially in a gym where there's only one shower room." he stops his words to moan audibly, and you can hear his fist jerking him faster. "mhm, fuck. i would have waited outside, but waiting is not for me." he takes his fingers out of you, glistening juices dripping down his fingers. you turn to face him right when he licks one of his fingers from the base to the tip, a lustful smile as soon as he's done. taking your nape, he brings you closer, pulling you for a kiss. his mouth is aggressive, violent. it crashes against yours like an hurricane, and his tongue slips inside of your mouth easily, playing with yours, muffling all the moans he lets escape as his hand keeps going, letting you taste yourself on him. he parts. spreading his body in the bed, he asks you to sit on his lap. gives you a side smile.
"then, we came here, to discuss your behavior in my gym." he continues, as he licks the hand on his shaft, giving it a slow pump again before getting on his knees. bending your body by your lower back, making you arch and open your legs for him. he puts a cushion under your tummy. his eyes are still fixed on your legs, on the way your juices drip down to your thighs, on how you desperately move your body to search for friction. he gives you a slap on your ass. "be quiet." his fingers caress you again, right before he leaves a hungry kiss on your pussy, tongue taking all the wetness and making you ready -as if you weren't.- for his cock.
taking him won't be easy, and you know it, but you're in so much pleasure you physically need him to fuck you. he slaps his cock against you a couple times, the lewd sight of your wetness coating his length, before he pushes his tip against you.
"and then, i told you we punish people like you." he moans between words. "the way your eyes looked at me, defiant... that made me instantly hard." he pushes a bit further, his fingers gripped to your ass as you take him inside, moaning every time he moves. "and then, somehow, we were making out on this exact spot."
you didn't knew what you felt for him. was it hunger? hate? desire? somehow, the vision of him lustfully smiling, with one hand marking the shape of his cock on his training pants and the other already inside his shirt, made something in you.
"how was i supposed to resist?" he finally pushes all his length inside, making you release all the air in your lungs. "with those cute training shorts that left nothing to my imagination." those shorts are now in front of you, messy, wet. "do you remember what happened next o your dumb brain needs me to refresh it?" he doesn't give you even time to answer when he thrusts deep inside you in one motion, making your voice leave in broken moans as he keeps making your ass bounce against his hips. "i touched you above those damn shorts, and you made such a mess... who would have known that the same asshole you confronted would be the one to make you wet with a couple of caresses and dirty words on your ears?" he thrusts again, harder, his body falling on your back and his lips kissing your shoulder. "fuck. and who would have known you hid something so good for me, hm?" you can feel his cock throbbing when your pussy clenches around him, the way his voice deepens every single thrust, how his words are more and more broken by moans. "i... i told you i would bend you over my bed." his hand presses harder on your back, arching you more, making him reach deeper as he goes harder and harder and faster. "and that i would fuck you senseless." he keeps going, drops of sweat running down his muscled torso towards the v on his hips. he gives a strong, deep thrust, staying quiet for a second, stimulating your clit with his wet thumb. "and that i would fill you up as many times as needed for you to learn the lesson." his hips start to move again, shy, slow, painfully slow, reaching and caressing sweetly every correct spot inside you.
"fuck." you're able to say the whole word before he laughs, his hand traveling to your shoulder to make his thrusts deeper.
"you're enjoying it, huh? i can feel how damn wet you're getting while i keep thrusting" he goes in again, harder, making you grip your hands on the fluffy bed cushion. "should i be a bit more rude? it's not a punishment if you're having a better time than me." his tone shows he's joking, as he caresses the curve of your ass before tightening his grip around your waist, guiding your body towards his again,. "although my first idea was to take you back to the gym and show everyone the consequences of annoying me, as soon as you looked at me back i knew i needed to keep that to myself." so, he drove back to his apartment, with you on the copilot seat, after making out on the changing room and decided to take it further on his luxurious penthouse. his hips keep slamming against your soft skin, wet noises can be heard in the room as he keeps going. your knees feel shaky from the effort of being in four while the pleasure makes them tremble. your voice is long gone from all the moans and grunts you've been releasing, and he seems way more silent than earlier, as a clear signal of pleasure.
"suck me in again." he asks, in low voice, a long moan following his words while he takes his hips far from your body, leaving your bodies only connected by his tip. you make an effort to do what he asks for, and the way he growls lets you know you did good. "yeah. just like that, exactly like that." his voice deepens as much as his cock does inside you. "you're taking it so well, you're even making me proud." he whispers. with a subtle movement, he pulls off suddenly, leaving you trembling and wanting more. He takes the pillow under your body away as he takes your legs, turning you around, resting on your back and facing him. his strong arms take your legs, putting both around his waist, as he enters again in a quiet movement, smooth, pleasurable. his face is now close, his moans getting mixed with yours and his arms holding his weight to avoid squishing you. "better this way?" he asks. you nod a couple times, too immersed in pleasure to speak, and he leaves a kiss near your jaw. "you're close, aren't you? i can feel it in the way your tighten around me." his hips slam sensually against your body, sweetly, way more lovingly than at the start of it. "come on, darling, cum for me, yeah? you deserve it after being so good for me." he hits the spot harder, deeper, before talking again. "cum so i can fill you up... i can't even imagine how good you're gonna squeeze me while you moan my name." his mouth is now on your ears, whispering such words and bitting your lobule. your mind feels cloudy, but you can feel the knot in your stomach, about to explode. you hug his back and your legs try to keep him closer, buried deep inside of you, as his name comes out of your mouth in a plead.
"yeah, yeah, exactly like that." his own words sound inestable, and his thrusts get erratic. "ah, i'm gonna fill you up so good... you've made such a hard work to take me today, you deserve it so much, don't you?" he rambles as he keeps going, so close. you feel overstimulated, your words aren't coherent anymore and you feel to tired to even move. your muscles keep clenching, and he moans every time you do so. "you deserve it, darling. take it, don't let it waste, yeah?" with a last thrust, you feel how his body loses strength, almost falling on top of yours, as he cums. he stays that way long time after he's done, hugged to your body and buried inside of you, while your hands caress his hair softly. your breaths are rhythmic now, and the city lights are more beautiful than ever behind the window.
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