Oh boy here we go, part 3 of my main hoe Kuroo. Please read both Part 1andPart 2 if you haven’t already so you can understand the context x Anyways, I hope you guys like the final part! This was a really fun series to write!
We’ve been through this twice already so y’all get the gist. Both Kuroo and Bokuto are in their third years and are 18 :)
Dinner is just as it usually would be. The two boys chatting away about spikes, receives and anything volleyball related. Frankly, you find it quite amazing that Kuroo can act so nonchalant even after joining you in the shower just a few hours ago. His poker face is one you unfortunately can’t return. Your eyes remain studying your plate of food as if you were going to take a test on it. Any point that you glance up, you feel your cheeks burn to a bright red at the mere sight of him. Just sitting with your brother, acting as if he doesn’t have malicious intent for later in the night. “Hey, Y/N,” Bokuto hums, snapping you out of your blank stare. “You okay there? You haven’t said anything all night.” His eyes are genuine, the glint of concern adds to the strident gold of his that give off his resemblance to an owl. You smile warmly at him, Bokuto has always been the one to worry about you. “I’m fine Bo, just thinking.” You comfort him by taking a mouthful of the food you had been pushing around your plate. “Whatcha thinking about?” Kuroo asks, resting his chin in his palm. There’s a certain smile on his face that appears innocent enough. But you know better, you know he is far from innocent. You graze your tongue over your top teeth, cocking your eyebrow up at his question. “Normal girl stuff. School, friendships… boys.” You slightly smirk to yourself, knowing the dominos that you’ve just toppled over.
“BOYS?” Bokuto blurts out, almost choking on his food. “Has someone caught the eye of my precious sister?” He clutches his chest, putting on an over-exaggerated act of some sort of love-struck teenage girl. You roll your eyes, taking note of Kuroo’s slight grimace. “I mean there is a guy yeah. But I dunno if I like him. He’s a bit cocky.” You state casually. Kuroo scoffs and raises his eyebrows. “Sounds interesting. Tell me,” He leans forward in his seat. Bokuto does the same, leaning forward and awaiting your words. “Does this boy treat you right?” There’s something about his seemingly innocent question that makes you want to mess with him. “I dunno. Haven’t really noticed much at this point. All I really know is that while he’s good looking, he’s also a bit selfish. Gets what he wants a lot.” You look back over to Kuroo, his eyes have narrowed yet he still holds his cocky smile. He looks as if he wants to leap right across the table and teach you a thing or two about speaking nicely. “Gosh how’d you meet this guy? He sounds like an ass.” Bokuto tuts to himself while looking over at Kuroo for his approval. Kuroo looks away briefly before returning your gaze. “Yeah, actually, how did you meet this guy?” You chuckle quietly and scratch at your eyebrow, unsure what to answer with. It’s not like you can say you met him through Bokuto. “I uh met him through… volleyball! One of your games, Bo. He goes to a different school.” Possibly the dumbest response you could have said purely because of your brothers reaction. “Another school? Which one? Have I versed him? What position is he? Am i better than him?” His bombardment of questions almost completely overwhelm you as you try to keep up. Kuroo, on the other hand, simply laughs and looks at you for an answer. “Geez, Bo! Calm down and just lemme do my thing okay?” You laugh, used to his excited antics. He was just happy that his sister was finally talking about the possibility of someone else making her happy. Kuroo wraps his arm around Bokuto and pulls him in. “Yeah, leave your sister alone.” He teases while ruffling his hair. Bokuto smiles and grabs the empty plates. “I’m cleaning! Get over it Kiddo!” He dashes into the kitchen, barely giving you any time to react. You scoff lightly and roll your eyes.
Kuroo listens out for the sound of running water before turning his gaze to you. “So, this boy is a bit selfish huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “Yep. But I never said I wasn’t selfish either.” You lean forward and smile at him while your foot from under the table nudges against his crotch. Kuroo inhales sharply and shoots you a challenging look, almost daring you to keep going and see what happens. You smile innocently and pull out your phone, barely paying any attention to him while you rub him out of view from anyone who could walk into the room. Kuroo shuts his eyes and rests his forehead in the palm of his hand, trying to keep himself composed. It hardly worked, his cheeks were already flushed and his breathing changed as he immediately hardened from your movements. Kuroo tilts his head back and clenches his fist, obviously struggling to keep calm. “So fucking mean.” He laughs breathily. His eyes lock back onto yours. There it is again, the gloss of lust that was oh so obvious. Even as Bokuto walks back into the room, your foot doesn’t move, in fact, it moves faster. Revenge for what happened in the shower.
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You glance over at your phone. 1:47am. Bokuto would definitely asleep right now. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you hear the door from the end of the hallway opening. Quiet footsteps echo against the wooden floors with each subtle movement, curse the rickety house. The steps stop as soon as they reach just outside your door. You wait. The handle turns slowly to reveal Kuroo who quickly steps into your room. Shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants. He 100% did that on purpose. You smile and sit up. “Lost?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. Kuroo laughs quietly and sits over at the seat by your desk, intentionally creating distance. “Don’t act so pure as if you weren’t begging me to fuck you in the shower.”
You narrow your eyes and grin while climbing out from under the bed covers. He wasn’t the only one who planned their outfit considering you have nothing on besides a bra and panties. You glide over and straddle his lap, letting your hands run up his bare chest. “Is the offer still on the table?” You ask, feeling him harden against your inner thigh. You giggle and run your hand over his crotch through the thin fabric of his pants. “Should I take this as a yes?” Kuroo inhales sharply. “Well I’m certainly not here to read you a bedtime story.” One of his hands reaches behind and unclasps your bra, throwing it far away. His thumb grazes over one of your nipples. The coldness of his fingertips sends goosebumps over your body. He smirks at the sight of them now perky at the sensation. “You’re so quick to call me out for getting hard when you’re already dripping wet.” He titters, slipping his fingers inside your underwear. He wasn’t wrong. You were ready for him hours ago. The mere thought of him sneaking into your room was enough to have you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. With no warning, he slips two fingers inside. You cut off the sound of your gasp by hiding in his shoulder. Kuroo laughs and strokes your hair with his free hand. “Such a pretty girl.” He cooes, strategically pumping his fingers in the way that effortlessly reaches your g-spot. You exhale breathily against him and lean up to his ear. “You gonna tease me all night? Or are you gonna fuck me?” Kuroo smirks and kisses your neck. “So demanding. Maybe if you ask nicely… or beg.” He’s such an asshole. A very attractive one but still.
You lean back and look into his eyes, slightly glassy and obviously full of desire. “Please Kuroo,” You tangle one of your hands into his hair and pout, rocking your hips against his fingers that still insist on working to give you pleasure. “Please fuck me… I’ve waited so patiently.” He curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your toes curl. You lean back and gasp, hips trembling at the sensation. Kuroo stands and carries you over to the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Patiently? You call rubbing me under the table ‘waiting patiently’?” He raises an eyebrow and throws you on the bed as if you were a doll that weighed nothing. “I ought to just tease you and then leave you alone, craving me all night.” He climbs onto the bed and towers over you, his head tilted down to look at your body. You lift his chin up to look in his eyes. “Really think you have that self control?” You ask, nudging your knee against his crotch. Kuroo exhales a short laugh. “You got me there.” His lips plant themselves against your own. His tongue quickly finding yours. All of his actions completely belittling his words from before, you can tell how desperate he is for you. Almost melting into your hands.
If his true intentions weren’t obvious enough, he lowers himself down your body, littering your entire body with kisses. He flicks his tongue over your nipple and smirks when you whine at him for moving on so quickly. In almost no time at all, he reaches your hips where his thumb traces the deep marks he left on your thighs. “Not fair-” You frown, looking down at him as you prop yourself onto your elbows. Kuroo looks up with a questioning face. “You’ve marked me but I haven’t done it to you.” He can’t help but snort at your remark. “Alright, come here then.” He sits back against the bed head and pulls you up back up onto his lap. “Put em anywhere you’d like.” Your eyes scan his body, trying to decide where you should leave your mark. Eventually, you settle on his collarbone. Easy enough to find but also easy to hide. Better to not leave any that Bokuto could see. You catch his skin in your lips and suck hard enough to leave a deep purple hickey. You pull back with a triumphant smile. “Happy now?” He asks, grinning with his tongue between his teeth. He was very clearly enjoying himself. You nod your head, unable to take your eyes off of the hickey. “Good. My turn.”
Kuroo throws you onto your back once again and mirrors your movements by choosing your collarbone. But rather than giving just one, he covers your chest in marks. “God Kuroo you trynna turn me purple?!” You point to the one at the very base of your neck. “People will be able to see this one! My uniform doesn’t cover.” You grumble with a small frown. He raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Let them see. I want them to know you belong to someone.” A side of him you had never seen before, possessive. Kuroo leans his forehead against your own. “You were right about me being selfish.” You scoff lightly while rolling your eyes. “No shit.” Kuroo smirks and trails his fingertips over your jaw. His eyes admiring every single part of your face while his free hand slips your underwear down your legs. “You sure about this?” He asks, hooking his thumb into the waistband of his sweats. You pull them down for him and smile. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?” You tease, leaning up to his ear. “Better not hold back.” He exhales deeply and throws off his pants completely, gone to your bedroom floor. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Kuroo grabs a hold on both of your wrist with one hand and pins them above your head. His other hand adjusting himself just a few centimeters away from your hole. “Whatever you do, don’t scream.” He warns, glancing up into your eyes. You almost laugh at him sounding rather confident in his abilities. Perhaps you shouldn’t underestimate him. Kuroo thrusts up, hard. Completely bottoming out in that one move alone. Already knowing you’d cry out, he covered your mouth with his hand. Smiling a smile that almost made you want to punch him in the jaw. “Told you not to scream.” he shrugs. Your entire body trembles underneath him, hardly used to his size as it stretches you out. “Asshole.” The word muffles against his hand. Kuroo simply smiles and thrusts again. Working his way up to an average pace to give you time to adjust. Unable to control your noises, moans slip past your lips into the silence of the night. “You’re gonna wake Bokuto.” He whispers, a slight laugh trailing behind. Perhaps that was part of the thrill for him. Rather than slowing down, he doubles his speed.
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You’re not quite sure how long you’ve been going at it. Long enough to feel nothing but numbness in your legs. Kuroo’s hand is latched on to your hip as he snaps his hips into you from behind. You mind completely fogged with desire. It takes over your whole body, leaving you with nothing but the need to obey. You look towards your legs, unsure when he left those deep bite marks and slight bruises from gripping so hard. “Kuroo-” You whimper, eyes heavy and tongue almost completely fallen from your mouth. Kuroo pulls your hair back to bring you up against his chest. “Never seen you like this before. Safe to say you’ve completely submitted?” He kisses at your neck and rubs against your clit with his fingers. You whine out and lean your head back against his shoulders. God knows how many times you’ve come already. It almost hurts to feel it build up again. Your entire body’s sensitivity at its maximum. “Can’t come again-” You babble, breathily heavily and shutting your eyes. Kuroo pushes you onto the mattress yet again and flips you onto your back, never even taking you off of his cock. “Yes you can pretty girl. You’re gonna come for me, okay?” Obey. You nod your head with a whimper, your mind unable to even consider the possibility of saying no. “Such a good girl. That’s it, Princess. You’re taking it so well.” His voice lingers in your mind. Replaying over and over. It sends you further to your upcoming orgasm. Who knew just some simple words could hold so much power? You cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. Of course you want to look at him, with the newly setting sun you could properly see his face. But now wasn’t the time. You brace yourself for the hot white waves that wash over your body and makes every inch of you tremble against him.
Kuroo hardly even slows down. He just keeps thrusting, dragging out your orgasm to an almost painful extent. You hide your face in his shoulder and shriek. “Kuroo! Slow- slow down!” “Sorry, Princess. But I’m so close. Just hold out for me baby.” His voice almost breaking in the overwhelming pleasure. You bite your lip, trying to endure the overstimulation. Kuroo groans lowly and grips the sheets beside your head, trying to keep himself as composed as possible. His hips shift to hit that spot that makes you arch your back off the bed and pant for air. “I love seeing you like this. A complete mess for me.” He grins before pulling out and moving further up your body. He strokes himself as he starts to reach the summit of his own orgasm. “Stick out your tongue for me sweetheart.” Kuroo’s eyes flutter shut as you obey his command. His last few strokes making a complete mess of your face. You can taste the saltiness of his cum against your lips. Once he calms down, Kuroo stands and fetches a towel to clean you up with. There was absolutely no way you were moving to get it yourself.
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He lays down beside you and pulls you into his body. You can hear his heart beat loudly in his chest. “You okay?” He asks, planting his lips onto your forehead and gently brushing back your hair with his fingertips. You look up at him with an almost amused look. “I can’t feel my fucking legs.” Kuroo laughs and holds you tighter. “Yeah sorry about that. I did warn you though.” His fingers interlock with your own, keeping you held in the embrace. “So… you down for another round?” He jokes. You push off of him and chuckle. “Go back to your room before Bo wakes up.” “Yeah yeah.” He gets up and searches for his pants that were carelessly thrown on the floor. “Oh and Princess?” He pauses right before the door, looking back at you. “Tell me, does this boy treat you right?” You smile at him. “Better than all the others.” _____________________________________________________________________ I literally had to stop writing this at some point because I was listening to a Miruko audio and hOLY FUCKING MOLY HELP SHE’S SO HOT JKHGJV Anyways! Here’s the long awaited part 3 to daddy kuroo. Legs? Destroyed. You gon need a wheelchair babe
What up fellow sluts! I’m drunk again and you know what that means… more writing!!!! You guys seemed to really like part 1 so here you go! If you haven’t read part 1 don’t even worry your cutie booty, you can click here to read it
Once again, this is a bit later on when Bokuto and Kuroo are in their 3rd years and are both 18
You didn’t seem to get any sleep last night, especially after what happened between you and Kuroo. Your mind was far too wrapped up in replaying it over and over. Your door flies open with a forceful kick. You sit up in shock and see your brother standing in your door frame. “Hey Y/N I made breakfast! Come grab some.” He beams, obviously proud that he made a meal on his own. “Okay I’ll be out in a sec Bo.” You mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes that seemed to show up in the singular hour that you managed to pass out in.
As you walk out of your room, you see Kuroo and Bokuto both sitting at the table eating bowls of Tamago Kake Gohan. Unsurprising for Bokuto to make as he usually finds it quite easy. You take a seat across from them, looking down at your bowl filled with rice and egg. “Thanks for breakfast, Bo. It looks really good.” You smile at him, trying your best to avoid eye contact with Kuroo a mere few meters away. “It’s okay!” Bokuto says with a grin. “Wait give me one second I left my phone in my room.” He says, jumping up and sprinting down the hallway. The air fills with an unavoidable tension. “There a reason you can’t look at me, Princess?” Kuroo teases, acting coy as if he was unaware of what happened the night before. You cheeks flush a bright red as you push the rice around your bowl. “Nope, just really interested in my food.” Kuroo leans back on his chair, a smirk painted across his gorgeous yet smug face. “Is that so?” You nod your head, shoving the food into your mouth to get away with not speaking. “Then look at me.” He says, his tone significantly more serious than before. It almost felt like a command that you couldn’t disobey. Your eyes hesitantly meet his. A deep brown that draws you in to him every single time without failure. You cross one leg over the other, trying to get a handle on the butterflies that erupted in your stomach. Kuroo smiles maliciously, intimidating you without even needing words. “Regretting last night?” He asks, leaning forward. You shake your head furiously. “Definitely not. Just kinda… coming to terms with it I guess…” Your voice becomes quieter as your sentence trails off. “Well, if it’s any consultation…” Kuroo stands and makes his way to your side, boxing you in by resting both hands on the table to either side of you. “You were incredible.” He whispers before laying a soft peck on your neck. You squeeze your thighs closer together, still trying to compose yourself. “Hey Kuroo!” Bokuto calls out from his room. “Can you come here a sec?”
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“Just brush it off.”You tell yourself as you slip your clothes off. A shower is much needed after everything that happened. You turn the water on and step in, letting the water slide off your face and onto your body. As you run your soap-filled hands over your legs, the bathroom door opens. You jump and cover yourself, unable to see who it is through the fogged glass. “Bo! I’m in here!” You yelp, instinctively thinking your brother had walked in by accident. Yet, much to your surprise, you hear a laugh. One that clearly isn’t Bokuto. You slap your hand to your mouth once the realisation comes that it’s Kuroo who stands behind the shower door that just barely separates the two of you. The lock to the bathroom clicks shut.
You open the shower door and poke your head out, staring directly at him. “What the fuck are you doing?” You whisper-shout, knowing that noises from the bathroom echo throughout the house. With no words, he slides his shirt off along with his shorts. You hide your blushing cheeks behind your hand as your eyes scan over his toned, exposed body. “Kuroo–” He covers your mouth with his own hand, staring right into your eyes as he steps into the shower with you. There’s a sort of cloud to his eyes that seems like pure lust for you. It’s intoxicating, you can’t break away your own stare. He leans further down, grazing his soft lips over your collarbone. “Figured I’d return the favour.” You feel him smirk against your skin. Kuroo returns his piercing gaze to you as he kneels down, head level with your stomach. It’s in this moment that you remember just how bare you are to him. You attempt to cover up but he stops you before you can raise your arms any higher from your side. “I’ve known you for a while, Y/N. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He says, laying a kiss on your hip. From your hip, he trails down. Planting a path of kisses down to your inner thigh. You inhale sharply as he reaches the joint of your leg. So close yet so far. You whimper as you feel his breath fan against your sex. Kuroo smiles maliciously. “Someone’s eager.” He teases. You scrunch your nose and look away from him. “Hey,” He lifts your leg and rests it over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare look away.” He warns, making your body quiver with anticipation.
Once your eyes return to his, he just barely grazes his tongue over your now throbbing clit. A small taste that drives him mad with desire. “Fuck…” He mumbles before gripping your hips and plunging his tongue deep inside of you. With one hand, you grip his hair whilst the other covers your mouth. Already feeling the stimulation from him that you longed for every since he walked through the front door. He returns his tongue to your clit, flicking it expertly over and over. As if he knew the exact way to make you crave him. Your eyes flutter shut as he continues to devour you. “Did I not tell you to not look away?” He asks, slipping a finger inside of you that causes you to throw your head back. Your attempt to suppress your moans is one that makes him smile whilst trying his best to make you louder. “K-Kuroo–” You whisper breathily, praying to yourself that Bokuto isn’t close enough to hear you. Kuroo groans quietly before just barely pulling away. “Never heard you say my name like that, Princess…” He kisses your thigh once more. “I hope I get to hear you scream it.” You gasp as he rapidly returns his tongue to you. His hunger for you never fully satisfied, leaving him aching for more. Your eyes glance down, taken notice of his fully hardened cock. You marvel at the size, now able to see it fully in the daylight. You swallow hard. Unknowing how you managed to take it down your throat. Kuroo smirks while adding a second finger. You wince as you tighten around him, enduring the slight pain. “So tight…” He cooes, watching your face turn quickly from pain to pleasure. Your voice starts to break as the knot in your stomach begins tightening.
“Hey Y/N?” You hear Bokuto knock on the bathroom door, sending you into a panic. “W-what’s up, Bo?” You ask, trying to keep your sentence as short as possible. Kuroo catches on but rather than helping you, he flicks his tongue faster and adds a third finger. Your eyes roll to the back of you head as you bite your lip, almost afraid that you’ll bite straight through it. “Do you know where Kuroo went? I can’t find him.” He asks. A genuine question from your slight himbo of a brother. You wrack your brain for some sort of plausible answer. “I think he… went for a walk.” You squeeze your eyes shut, cringing at the oh so obvious lie. “Oh…” Bokuto says. “Okay! Well I’m just running down to the store to pick up stuff for dinner. If he comes back before me just let him know.” You can not believe that it worked. You wait until the front door slams shut to cry out.
“Fuck!” You whine, impressed that you could hold it in for so long. Kuroo snickers. “Am I that good huh?” He asks cockily, already knowing the answer. “Please–” You whimper. “Please, Kuroo, I need it so bad.” You beg for him to keep going. Desperately trying to chase after your orgasm. A low snarl erupts from him, one only due to the singular fact that begging for him was something that always seemed to throw him over the line of dominance. His hands quicken their pace along with his tongue, now furiously flicking over your sensitive clit. If he could, he would just about swallow you whole. “Taste so fucking good, Princess.” He says between breaths, never taking his skilled tongue away from you. “Come on I wanna hear you scream for me. Let me make you come.” His filthy words add to the constricting knot, edging you further and further towards the peak. Your grip on his hair tightens as you approach the summit. “I-I’m–” You can’t get your words out. “Come.” He growls. Not a request, but a command. With that one word you come completely undone, now screaming his name with no shame or second thought. Your leg that kept balance gives out but Kuroo catches you, throwing it over his other shoulder. His strong arm keeps you held against the shower wall. As you start to come down from your state of euphoria, Kuroo licks up the mess made off your thighs. Once your legs stop shaking, he lets you down. However, you’re so very wrong to assume he’s finished. As you stand to your feet, he grabs your ass and pulls you closer in to him once again. Now sucking deep hickeys onto your inner thighs. You yelp at the slight pain on your sensitive skin.
When satisfied with his trail of marks all over your thighs, he stands. You pull him in for a kiss, a deep one that you’ve craved for the entire time. You slightly grind yourself against his cock making him moan. “Please…” You whisper. “Please fuck me.” You look at him with pure desire in your eyes. Kuroo smiles and kisses you once more. “Not yet. Tonight.” He says, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip. “But- But this is the perfect time! Bo isn’t home.” You whine, clearly unhappy at his answer. Kuroo laughs to himself and flashes you a bright smile. “Do you really think I’ll be finished with you before he gets home?” He asks, twirling a piece of your soaked hair between his fingertips. “Sure we could be as loud as we want but I won’t be able to stop. Princess, I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up tomorrow and I’d much rather do that when we can be uninterrupted.” Your knees grow weak as he continues speaking. “Plus, you’ll need to be able to use your legs by the time he gets home.” A small squeak escapes your mouth. “T-tonight?” Kuroo presses his forehead against yours and takes hold of your hands. “Tonight.”
My keyboard is kinda spinning right now so I hope this post makes sense Anyways this was part 2 of 3, tune in soon for the final part where things get intense ;) Kuroo I beg… a crumb of your attention pls. I know I wrote him to be like this sex God but holy fuck do I want just one night alone with this man.
(Hi this is sober me just saying thank you for reading lmao. I hope you liked it <3)
Pairing: Semi x Female Reader Characters: Semi Eita, Ushijima Wakatoshi Rating: NSFW Content:bondage, public play, biting/marks, creampie, hair pulling, breeding kink, Katoptronophilia (arousal from sex in front of a mirror), face-fucking
“Heyo! I’m back with a member of our pretty setter squad <3 This one is fairly tame in comparison to some of my other posts but still just giving y’all a heads up :)” Okay so that ^^^ was when I was first writing this. Uhhh I’m just gonna say this post got REAL KINKY REAL FAST (I blame my wifey, love you bubs)
This is after the time-jump where Semi is in his 20s x
Semi: Hey bunny, you still okay to come with me tonight? You: Of course! What time is it again? Semi: It starts at 8 and ends at 11 You:Okay great! I’m pretty sure I know what I’m wearing Semi:Perfect <3 Also I’m just gonna meet you there okay? I gotta pick up something along the way You: Okay, see you there xx
You slide your phone back onto the glass table that Semi insisted to buy -all the while you owned a perfectly fine wooden table- and stand from your seat. It’s 2 hours before you need to leave for the event.
Semi had received a call from his old high school friend Ushijima telling him that he was being scouted at a black-tie event and wondered if Semi would like to come. For old times sake he said. Wasting no time Semi accepted, compromising with going if he could bring you along.
You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body dripping with water soon turning cold on exposure to the air. As you dry your hair, you throw on some makeup. Smokey tones accent your eyes as well as small wings made from your eyeliner. You glance down to your lips in dire need of some gloss.
With the time it took to shower, do your makeup and then your hair, you had a little less than an hour to slip into your dress and head to the event location. The thing about this dress, it’s new. One your boyfriend has never seen before. You already know that he will love every square inch of it purely because you’re the one that will wear it. As your feet glide over to your shared closet, something else catches your attention. You tongue grazes over your teeth as a devious idea takes over your mind.
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Countless bodies fill the space that hosts the event. The place itself being an exceedingly large property, one would say a mansion. It’s cascading staircase makes you feel like you’ve just stepped in to a Gatsby party. Your eyes wander to the outfits that present themselves to your vision, all appearing elegant and well-kept. With your eyes scanning the room, you notice the familiar face of Ushijima. You squeeze past a group of men standing around drinking from a shared flask. “Toshi!” You wave to him from a few feet away. Ushijima glances up from his watch that lay on his wrist. “Hey Y/N,” he smiles warmly at you before pulling you in for a hug. “It’s been a while. How are you?” “A while? More like 3 or 4 years,” You laugh. “I’ve been good. Heard you’re a very desirable player. Good on you Wakatoshi.” He ruffles a hand through his hair and grins sheepishly. “Guess so, I’d like to think I’ve improved since Shiratorizawa.” “Geez if that were even possible Mr Prodigy.” You say as you lightly push him. He rolls his eyes with a smile, obvious that he’s missed your bright presence. “Also have you seen Semi around? I was supposed to just meet him here.” Ushijima ponders for a second, scratching his freshly shaved chin. “I did see him, I think he went to the bathroom.” You glance towards the staircase. “Oh okay thank you!”
You heels make that distinct click as you hike up the seemingly never ending stairs. As you reach the top you notice a hallway, assuming it’s where the bathrooms will be, you trudge towards it. Expensive art fills the walls, capturing your attention with every new array of colours that fill a canvas. “Holy shit…” You hear someone mutter under their breath from behind your back. You turn to see Semi with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. You smile at him and plant a kiss on his cheek. It doesn’t phase him, he remains staring at your body, now fulling engulfing your dress. It’s a deep purple velvet dress that hugs your chest and waist but flows back down your hips. If that weren’t enough, large slits ran up the fabric in front of both of your legs, exposing them to the public eye. Semi cleaned up quite well, the sight of him in a suit stirs something deep inside of you that you don’t care to visit quite yet. “You look… incredible…” He gawks, grazing his hand over your hip and pulling you in closer to him. “Not too bad yourself, stud.” You say while straightening his tie. “You should wear a suit more often.” “And this…” He motions towards your dress. “Why have I never seen this before? Fuck it looks amazing.” His hands find themselves moving further down your body. You smirk to yourself, wondering whether or not you should let him keep going. “We should probably go back to the event.” “Yeah…” Semi agrees yet never moves his feet. You roll your eyes and playfully slap his arm. He snaps out of his state and bites his lip. “Come with me.”
Semi grabs your hand and drags you down to the very end of the hallway. He opens the door and pushes you inside, it’s a bathroom much to your surprise. “Semi what are you–” He cuts you off with a kiss. A desperate one that says a thousand words about how badly he wants you. “I’m sorry I just– I need you– I can’t help it.” One thing you had a love-hate relationship with was his insane libido, you knew no matter what you wore the night would end this way. In mere seconds Semi lifts you up onto the basin and spread your legs. The only thing blocking his sight being the one bit of fabric from the leg slits that covered your sex. He throws it over one of your thighs and sticks two of his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them, making sure to wet them just how you like it, already knowing where they will end up. His eyes trail down, catching a full view. He gulps loudly. “No panties?” You smile and shake your head. Semi exhales a suppressed scoff to himself before suddenly sliding his fingers inside of you. “Fuck… such a pretty girl hm?” You let out a short giggle and place your hand on his cheek, snapping him out of his trance. “I think you should take a closer look.” With a confused frown on his face, he does as you say. Returning his eyes to your sex now noticing thin rope wrapped by the joints of your leg. His eyes snap up to your own. “Are you…?” You nod your head and bite your bottom lip. “I put on another dress I thought you’d like.”
Semi’s eyes fill with the sheer animalistic desire to tear your clothes and mate right there. He reaches his hands up your dress, running over your hips and pulling the thin fabric up with them. “You’re being surprisingly gentle.” You say, nuzzling at his neck. His intoxicating smell of expensive cologne and mint almost sends you dumb on the spot. “I know you’ll kill me if I rip this dress.” He states, eyes still not leaving your figure. As his hands reach your chest, you raise your arms, allowing him to pull the dress over your head. The sight of your body wrapped expertly with rope seemed to overwhelm him. His eyes now dark and filled with a lust that was unavoidable. “Baby… do you remember the safe word?” He asks, holding himself back from doing anything before he was certain that he could. You wrap your legs around his waist and kiss at his neck. “Of course.” “Y/N I’m not going to be gentle.” He warns, the veins on his hands coming to surface as he remains held back. “Good.” You purr in his ear.
Semi wastes no time to pull you off of the basin and grip your chin, forcing you to get on your knees while staring him straight in the eyes. “You’re going to be a good little pet and take what I give you, understand?” You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from his. One of his hands wraps tightly around your hair whilst the other pulled out his fully erect cock. Already knowing by instinct, you immediately take his full length down your throat with no prior preparation. Semi smirks down at you, admiring his already drooling mess of a girlfriend. “That’s a good girl, so obedient.” His free hand rests on the basin by your head, gripping the fine marble while you choke back on him. With no warning, he takes over. Holding your hair tightly in place so your head doesn’t move while he fucks your face. The sounds of your muffled gags and choking fills the room making you pray no one walks past and hears. Your nails dig in to the back of his thighs as he pushes himself further into your throat than you thought you could handle.
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Even after coming, he still hasn’t calmed down. You gulp loudly, knowing that you have bitten off far more than you can chew. Semi forces you to bend over the sink, all the while a mirror stands before you, adding to the humiliation. In an instant, he bottoms out completely inside of you, thrusting up brutally into your insides. Tears stream down your cheeks along with your makeup as you feel yourself being bruised and torn from the inside. “Such a pretty baby. That hurt didn’t it? What a good girl taking it without complaining.” Semi cooes while you squeeze your eyes shut and grip the basin. As he picks up a stable rhythm, your pain subsides, allowing for more pleasure to fill your body in all the ways you had craved. You allow yourself to fall slave to his cock, wanting to do anything it takes to keep the pleasure going. With his fastening pace, you moan into your arm, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Semi titters at you and slams his hips harder against your body, reaching much further than before.
“Beg for it.” He growls in your ear, sending chills down your spine. With a broken and breathy voice, you cry out. “Please! Semi fill me! Breed me like a bunny! Please!” In an event you didn’t even know was possible, he grew larger inside of you. Stretching your hole to an almost painful extent. If you didn’t know any better you’d mistake it for knotting. The bulge in your stomach grows in size as he scrambles your insides. He pulls your hair to force you to look at yourself in the mirror. Mascara running down your cheeks and hickies all over your neck and chest. A sight quite beautiful of you being absolutely ruined by your feral boyfriend. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, bunny. My little cum slut.” Semi snarls before biting down hard on your neck. You yelp and tilt your head back, allowing him more access as he runs his tongue over the teeth marks. His hand previously gripping the ropes on your hip raises itself into the air before coming down hard on your exposed ass. A loud slap echoes through the room as a sharp sting finds itself where his hand made contact. You slap your hand to your mouth to hold back a squeal of pain.
With Semi’s fingers digging in to your hips, you assist in bringing him his orgasm. Pushing back against him causing a slapping sound to ricochet through the air. Your tongue falls out of your mouth as you chase the air that couldn’t quite seem to fill your lungs. It only makes Semi snicker at you. “Already gone dumb, baby?” You can’t form a proper sentence. It’s like your mind has been overcome with a thick fog of lust. You look up at him with glossy eyes and whimper, the only way you can express that you need more. More pleasure. More thrusts. More friction. More. “Fuck-!” Semi half-groans, still grasping at his feeble attempt to keep quiet. He pulls your hair forcing you to tilt your head onto his shoulder before planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. His tongue swirling against your own. You can already tell the face he’s making, the one he always makes when he’s especially close. Flushed cheeks, mouth agape to make room for his moans and a slight frown as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Look at yourself while I fill you up.” He commands. You immediately obey, staring back into the mirror at your almost unrecognisable face. Your back arches as you rapidly approach the hot, white waves of your climax. The heat in your stomach reaches to a burning point where you’re at the very tipping point of your release. Following suit of your orgasm comes Semi’s as he spills his cum deep inside of you, making sure none of it drips out. The both of you cry out for each other before your legs give out and you drop to your knees. You look up at Semi who’s smiling down at you. He grips your chin with his thumb and lays a sweet kiss on your lips. “What a good bunny.” He says, crouching down to your level. “Now, I want you to keep all of that cum inside, okay? We’re nowhere near finished but you just gotta get through the rest of this event without making a mess.” Your mouth gapes. “But–” “But what? You knew what you were doing when you tied yourself in ropes.” He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles gently. “Now spend this time preparing yourself, because when we get home not only am I gonna fill you until you physically can’t hold any more…” He inhales sharply, licking his lips in the process. “I’m also gonna ruin these pretty legs of yours.”
SEMI DESERVES SOME APPRECIATION. I SAID WHAT I SAID. Love you guys also I haven’t forgotten about my current series (the Kuroo and Mad Dog ones) just working on some other drafts as well :)
Pairing: Kuroo x Bokuto’s sister (you) Characters: Kuroo Tetsurō, Bokuto Kōtarō Rating: NSFW Content:blowjob, face-fucking, cum swallowing (that’s right, we swallow up in this bitch)
All I gotta say about this one is BARK BARK GRR WOOF Very intelligent words, I know.
This is a tad later the current-ish timeline when Bokuto and Kuroo are in their 3rd years and are both 18 :)
Friday, 5:36 pm “Y/N!” Your brother’s whiney voice echoes from down the hallway. Your eyes never leave the phone that sits in your hand. “What’s up Bo?” You call back to him, tilting your head back ever so slightly as if it would make your voice travel further. “Have you seen my volleyballlllllll?” You reluctantly get up off the couch and walk towards his bedroom. “No, last I saw it was outside. Why?” You ask, leaning against his door frame. Bokuto rummages through his closet paying no mind to the tornado of mess forming on his floor. “Kuroo’s coming over and we’re practicing spikes.” You groan with dismay. “So let me get this straight…” You slump down onto his bed. “We have the house to ourselves for a whole weekend and instead of– I don’t know– having a party or going out and doing something, you decide to practice volleyball. Something you do basically everyday.” Bokuto turns to face you with a beaming smile. “Yeah! It’s fun!” You roll your eyes at his childlike excitement. “Also can you pretty please set up the spare room? Kuroo’s sleeping over.” You clasp your hands together and hold them to your cheek. “Ooooo sleeping over. You gonna braid each others hair and have pillow fights?” You say with an almost ear-shattering high pitched tone. “Yeah yeah. Also I’m sorry to ask but can you also make dinner? We’re gonna be at the courts and I won’t be able to make it in time.” You tilt your head towards your shoulder and look away in thought. “Hmm… fine. But you owe me some Pocky.” “Done deal!”
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You stand in the kitchen wrapping some onigiris. An easy meal to make with what you had lying around the house. Bokuto had left a few hours ago to meet with Kuroo, you assume they should be back at any minute. You attempt to ignore the slight itch on the tip of your nose while your hands are covered in rice. The lock on the front door clicks open followed by heavy footsteps and laughing. “Y/N we’re hooooome.” Bokuto calls out, throwing his keys on the table by the door. As they walk through to the kitchen you glance up at the both of them, coated in sweat and still slightly huffing. “Oh thank God you told me, I thought a robber with keys to the house was coming in.” You say, faking a damsel in distress voice. Bokuto rolls his eyes and slumps on to one of the chairs right in front of the bench that you’re working at. “Ooo onigiris! Itadakimasu!” Bokuto gleams, already stuffing one in his mouth. “Hey! Be patient! I’m almost done.” You scold whilst wrapping the final ones. Kuroo snickers and steps behind the bench towards you. He lays one land on your waist and gently pulls you to the side. “Sorry, just gotta get to the cups.” He leans down to the cupboard where you were standing and pulls out a glass. His touch still lingers on your skin even after he lets go. “A simple ‘can you please move’ would have sufficed.” You state, tilting your head back to look at him filling his glass with water. “This was quicker.” He smirks, taking a sip. Bokuto remains too caught up in the plate of onigiris to bust out the protective older brother mode.
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“Thanks for dinner, Y/N!” Bokuto smiles, hitting his stomach with his hand. “Think I might have a food baby.” The two boys burst into laughter as you sigh at their incompetence. You stand from your seat and grab the empty plates. Kuroo gets up from his seat. “Hey hey sit down, you cooked.” He says taking the plates from your hands. You smile to the floor then look back up at him. “And you’re the guest so shut up and let me do my thing.” Kuroo runs his tongue over his top teeth and raises his eyebrows. “Damn… yes ma’am. Have you always been this bossy?” He teases, leaning in to get a better look at your face. Your eyes trail to his arm that holds the stack of plates, bicep bulging ever so slightly at the weight of the porcelain. You snap yourself out of your slight daze and silently scold yourself for checking him out. Kuroo carries the plates to the kitchen sink, much to your disapproval, and smiles innocently. “Get outta here rooster boy.” You say, lightly pushing him away from the sink. He snickers to himself and plants his feet, placing both hands on his hips. “And if I refuse?” You glance over to Bokuto’s direction where he is staring at the ceiling trying not to throw up the abundance of rice and seaweed he consumed in under 5 minutes. “I mean hey it’s up to you but would you rather get punched in the gut by me or sit over with Bo unharmed?” Kuroo pauses, glancing up in fake thought. “I don’t know, being punched by you seems like more of a privilege than a punishment.” A giggle slips past your lips. You slap your hand to your mouth having never heard yourself made that noise before.
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“Hey Kiddo, can you please grab my phone from the bathroom? I accidentally left it in there.” You nod to Bokuto and head towards the hallway. As you open the bathroom door you catch a full view of a shirtless Kuroo in grey sweats throwing a loose tank top on, still slightly dripping with shower water that falls from his hair. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” You blurt out, covering your eyes with your arm. “I was just grabbing Bo’s phone I swear! I didn’t mean to–” Your words are cut of as he laughs. “Y/N it’s fine, also you can look now.” You hesitantly take your arm away, all the while covering your now blushing cheeks. Kuroo picks up Bokuto’s phone as he dries his hair with his other arm. “This one?” You nod, taking the phone from his hand and leaving as soon as you can. You run back to the lounge room where Bokuto is laying on the couch and full force throw a pillow at him.
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The night drags on and the boys decide to head to bed. Yet you lay wide awake, replaying what happened over and over in your head. The image never leaving your head. Kuroo’s abs that seemed hand crafted by Greek Gods themselves, toned arms that would slightly flex with every movement he made. Not even to mention the outline of his package against the grey sweatpants, one that appeared far bigger than you thought it would be. There is something that bubbles inside you. A sort of craving that you couldn’t satisfy with anything other than Kuroo himself. You bite your nail, running scenarios through your mind that you wish would happen. Him suddenly coming in and… You rub your eyes with your palms, trying to stop your thoughts from running wild.
“This is stupid. So stupid.” You mind screams at you as you tiptoe down the hallway. You stop right outside the spare bedroom, contemplating just turning around. One deep breath and you open the door.
Kuroo sits up and squints in the darkness, the moonlight just barely showing your face. “Y/N?” You rush over to cover his mouth. “Quiet.” You whisper. “Don’t wake Bo.” His face seems perplexed, unsure as to why you’re there. “Okay,’ He whispers back. “What’s up?” Your cheeks flush as you move to straddle his lap. “I wanted to do something for you…” Your completely eyes avoid his. “Oh? And what’s that, Princess?” He smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Princess. The word rolls off his tongue with such ease, as if it were completely natural. It sends a shiver down your spine. “Hmph. Just– just sit.” Even though you feel as if your heart is going to leap out of your chest, you continue to take control.
Your hand reaches down and rubs against his crotch, palming him through his pants. “Shit…” Kuroo mumbles, covering his mouth his his large hand. Your fingertip grazes above his length. As you reach the tip, he slightly thrusts, urging for more friction. You can’t help but smile, the thought of him feeling good because of you is exhilarating. As your nervousness subsides, you remember your actual technique to making boys feel good. Kuroo squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed at the sensations that wash over his body. As you pull your hand away, you notice him trembling as the loss of stimulation. A small wet patch from his precum surfaces on his sweats. You lean down and lick right at the tip through his pants, looking up at him. “Fuck stop teasing…” he laughs breathily, pushing your hair away from your eyes. You snicker and hook your fingers in his waistband, sliding his sweat pants down. His full length slaps against his torso as if it had been loaded to a spring. It takes you by complete surprise, not expecting him to be fully erect. “No underwear?” You ask, gently touching him with your fingertips. “Had to give you easier access.” He grins while running your hair through his hands. “Oh so you knew this would happen?” “As soon as I stepped through the door. Thought I wouldn’t notice you gawking at my arms?” His confidence was nothing less than intoxicating, in fact, everything about him was. His figure, his stare that made your knees weak, his natural smell of musk and hint of cheap cologne.
You run your tongue up his full length, paying extra attention to the underside and very tip where your taste the remnants of his precum. You swirl your tongue against him earning a quiet groan. Kuroo leans down to your ear, brushing his lips against it. “Please… just do it.” His toned-down begging makes you instinctively whine. You accept his request and wrap your lips around his cock, unsure exactly how you’ll take him all considering not just his length but thickness as well. You push your head down, letting him fill your mouth. You keep going until he touches the very back of your throat, forcing your gag reflex to kick in. You pull back for air. “Too big?” He asks cockily. You squint your eyes at him, accepting his challenge. You immediately go back down, taking him once again down your throat. Not even close to his base, tears spring to your eyes while you choke back. Kuroo curses under his breath and holds your hair in a ponytail with both hands, helping guide your head up and down his cock. You follow along with his movements, picking up the pace as you adjust just that little bit more to him. Your hands grip his muscular thighs while you squeeze your cheeks in more, tightening the space. “Fuck that’s it, good girl.” He praises. As you look up, you notice his cheeks now a bright red and eyes glossing over with pleasure.
His suppression of his moans is slipping from him as he grows louder. You pull back once more, and sit up completely level with him. “You’re gonna wake Bo up.” You say with a laugh. “I’m sorry you’re just so– fuck– so fucking good.” He pulls you in by the back of your neck and wastes no time to slide his tongue into your mouth. You place your hands on his shoulders and grind against his cock with your crotch just covered by underwear. Kuroo hisses against your lips. “Fuck! When did you get so dirty? What the fuck.” He whisper-shouts. You say nothing, just giggle at him before returning your mouth to his cock. This time moving faster and deepthroating to the best of your ability. Kuroo bits his hand, trying his best not to moan. You flick your hair to the side and watch him as you put your mouth to work. He’s biting his lip with his eyes shut and hands running through your hair again. You can tell he’s close as he starts thrusting his hips against you, trying to chase his climax. “Princess?” “What’s up?” You ask, pulling away and wiping the spit from your chin. Kuroo scratches the back of his neck. “Can I please face-fuck you?” You grin deviously. Your hand pumps him rhythmically as you nod. “Don’t hold back.”
Kuroo doesn’t hesitate to get up on his knees and push himself back inside your mouth. You prepare yourself knowing he’ll be a little more rough. God are you right. Kuroo thrusts hard to the back of your throat forcing you to choke against him. Your nails dig in to the back of his legs while he rams himself into your mouth. Tears trail down your cheeks while you attempt to take his full length. His grip on your hair tightening significantly. His moans turn to whimpers as he approaches his orgasm. Kuroo tries to pull out but you hold him against you, taking his whole load in your mouth, his muscles tensing with his climax. When he comes to, he slightly panics, realising that he just came in your mouth. He searches for something you can spit it in to. You simply keep deep eye contact and swallow the cum. It’s flavour definitely sweeter than other you tasted, well, as sweet as it can be while salty. Kuroo’s mouth hangs open. “…you’re incredible.” With no warning, he crashes his lips against yours.
You get up off of his bed and turn towards the door “Wait, don’t you want anything?” He asks, getting up after you. You give him a quick kiss and shake your head. “Nope. I wanted to do something for you.” Kuroo lets out a soft chuckle. “Princess giving me that royal treatment huh?” You roll your eyes and smile at him. “Oh and by the way…” He pins you against the door and leans in to your ear. “One of these days, sometime soon, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.” You knees grow weak at his words. “Oh yeah? Pick a time and I’m all yours.” You wink at him before leaving the room.
FUCK I LOVE THIS MANNNNNNN Anyways, the next part will be him returning the favour ;) There will be 3 parts overall. CLICK HERE TO READ PART 2!!!!!!! I hope you enjoyed! I now know for one I wanna give Kuroo that gawk gawk 3000
for some reason, that’s the first thing that came into your mind to ask him when the both of you were dining out with your closest friends one fine evening.
blame it on the bit of alcohol that’s in your system, you’re tipsy and it made you become more straightforward than usual.
“i don’t get it,”
you mutter to yourself while suna rintarou lets his eyes stay on your face to look at your amusing expressions.
“you’re very boyfriend material. so why is it that you don’t have anyone you’re romantically involved with?”
as you mindlessly list down the good qualities you have seen in him in the many months of being his close friend, suna rubs his chin as he hums, thinking about his answer carefully. your stare went to his lips, unconsciously biting your bottom one and gulping. you’re feeling a bit thirsty.
“must be because the girl i like is quite oblivious about my affections for her.”
with widened eyes and a startled gasp, you egged him to carry on. you had no idea he was harbouring feelings for someone (which was ridiculous because you thought you were his friend and friends say these kind of things to each other right?).
so what if you were also eager to know who it was because you needed to find out who stole the heart of suna whom you’ve liked way before he had met you? you certainly wouldn’t pose any harm on the person. at the very least, you’d compare yourself to them every waking moment, throwing them secret glares whenever you have the chance to see them.
the man you were with chuckled softly and changed his position so his body would be facing you. he gives you yet another one of his intense gaze partnered with that lazy grin you’d come to love and made your breathing hitch.
“you would think she’d find it out quickly considering we’re close but i guess that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”
blinking several times, you had to process every word that he had just said as he was awaiting for your reply. he watches you open and close your mouth like a fish out of the water and controlled himself not to just pull you into him and make out with you,your friends be damned (he reasoned it was because he was slightly drunk that he was acting on impulse and having these thoughts)
you resisted the urge to scream and do something embarasssing in front of not only the guy you like but also in front of your friends and peers.
fanning yourself and breaking eye contact with him, you looked at your surroundings to see if anyone else was listening in on your conversation yet found no one. fortunately they were all too busy with partying.
you then stared back at him and dumbly pointed at yourself.
“are you talking about me?”
“hmmm…guess.”
you’re flushed, lightly intoxicated and it’s getting difficult for you to hide exactly how much you like this man in front of you. you never were much of a planner anyways, you’re more of a go with the flow kind of person.
“so umm i like you a lot, did you know that?”
he simply gives you a smile and leaned closer to you, cupping the back of your head and caressing your cheek adoringly.
“don’t you think it’s about time we both get romantically involved with someone?”
you could smell the cologne you’ve bought for him last time when he came closer.
suna could see you wearing the earrings he’d given you yesterday upon closer inspection.
you both admired each other as you sat completely still, afraid that whatever was happening right now is just some elaborate scam you’re mind conjured up. everything is unfolding so fast you can’t wrap your head around it.
the moment suna leaned more in your direction though with his nose brushing against yours, you forget all worries about the proper way this should’ve gone and cracked a toothy smile for him to see.
“we should do this whole confession thing again properly tomorrow.”
“whatever you want, (y/n).”
the last thing you saw before closing your eyes and feeling his lips work with yours was suna fondly gazing at you as if he had waited for this moment for a long time.
(you wouldn’t know until much later on that suna rintarou had been crushing on you longer than you have been crushing on him)
i wrote this quickly while i was sleep deprived haha
the first sound of your cries when he answers the phone he’s already running to wherever you are
doesn’t even register in his mind that he’s just in his pajamas and it’s freezing out
or that his slippers are in different pairs and he forgot that you live far away
he’ll be coming straight at you and be engulfing you in a tight hug
he’s worried and he wants to know what happened so he can figure out a way to cheer you up
“hey, everything’s going to be alright. i’m here sunshine, what’s wrong?”
BOKUTO KOUTARO
this huge endearing man will be crying with you when you seek him out
in this rare moments of your vulnerability, he will listen attentively to you and won’t talk or disrupt you
passes you the tissues when he sees you tearing up again or have snot falling down from your nose
he doesn’t think it’s gross!! his priority is your comfort and for you to be happy again!!
will shush you though if you ever say degrading stuff about yourself >:((
“just let it all out, baby. it hurts me too when you’re hurting. do you want to cuddle?”
MIYA ATSUMU
you better believe this man is out for blood
he will hold a grudge and be harbouring hatred because nothing should be allowed to make you cry — not even him
if you’re blaming yourself, he’ll make a point to make you realize how amazing and special you are in everyone’s eyes
he’s cradling you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to help you relax
he’ll hold you close even when you’re fast asleep and snuggling on his chest
“my angel’s been through a lot, huh? we’ll handle it tomorrow. i want you to rest first.”
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
he’s awkward because he’s not exactly sure what he can do for you
so he’ll be sitting there beside you, your hands are intertwined together as he rubs your back soothingly
like bo, he’ll listen attentively to you but will give his insights about the situation (his advices are actually good you tend to remember and follow them)
when he sees you smile again albeit a tired one, he’s returning a small smile of his own
places a sweet kiss on your forehead and offers a piggyback ride
“let’s take a stroll around the neighborhood. it’ll take your mind off of things, my love.”
bonus:
MIYA OSAMU
his reactions are sometimes over the top that it makes you laugh and forget why you cried in the first place
he’ll be fussing over you and will be asking you if you’re okay repeatedly
prepares a small snack for you and takes out his stock of your favourite ice cream
insisting that you finish everything up and telling you he’ll make something much more delicious and nutritious for you tomorrow
lets out a relieved sigh when you say that you feel good and better already
“just list down what meals you want to eat. i’ll cook them all for you, darling.”
“eating instant ramen again, ken?” you throw out a rhetorical question at your boyfriend, who was preoccupied on the new game you noticed he downloaded on his phone some several nights ago.
he hums absentmindedly to acknowledge your unexpected yet welcomed presence in their living room — one of his parents must’ve let you in. kozume kenma wants to give you a hug (and maybe more) but right now he had to finish the level that he worked hard to reach that’s playing currently in his screen. he shaped up his character and enhanced their skills continuously throughout the week for this reason, and that was to beat the final boss so he could open a new chapter in the story.
“this is the third consecutive time you’ve eaten this, ken. are you not worried?”
“if it’s delicious, i don’t mind not being healthy.”
kenma hears you snort and sees you pick up the utensils and noodle cups he used to eat earlier. he instantly focuses on the battle when he hears his character take damage but resumed conversing with you.
“(y/n), don’t clean it up. i can do it myself after i finish this.”
“and wait until your mom sees this mess?”
“just let her scold me then.”
he’s not surprised when you don’t listen to his words and continue with fixing their kitchen table. he can see you moving a lot in his peripheral vision. you’re placing the dishes in the sink, putting the trash in the bin, wiping the surface from any mess and pulling your sleeves up to ready with washing.
“(y/n), i seriously won’t forgive you. i said, i’ll do it later.”
you notice kenma’s tone go lower, an apparent indication of a warning. it’s not as if it’s the first time he’s acting stern with you so you still paid him no mind. you know when he’s genuinely mad and this isn’t that.
“it’s okay, ken. no pressure! i’m doing this because i want to.”
when he doesn’t respond, you looked back to see him furrowing his eyebrows, expressing annoyance as he ruthlessly taps on his phone. you shrugged and then proceeded to wash the dirty plates and utensils. this goes on for a few minutes until you stopped when kenma groans in frustration.
“so uhmm i’m guessing you didn’t win?”
“…no.”
“well i’m sure you’ll succeed next time.”
he stands up from the couch and sluggishly went to you. in your peripheral vision you see your boyfriend giving you a deadpan look probably because you ignored what he just told you. you give him a closed eye smile and crunch your nose in hopes that he understands that you’re really fine with helping him with his chores plus you wanted kenma to think you were cute so he would let you off easily.
it seems to have worked because kenma positions himself behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burrowing his nose on your neck and inhaling the light perfume you know he likes on you.
“i don’t want you spoiling me too much…”
your boyfriend mumbles that you almost couldn’t catch what he had said (you can practically imagine that tiny pout he does). you laugh and playfully pushed him back with your weight as you replied,
“why? you scared you’ll be dependent on me and need me forever?”
“am not scared of that. i need you forever no matter what. just don’t want you to overwork yourself with things i can do on my own.”
it’s a great thing your boyfriend couldn’t see you, you swear you were making weird faces from the way you were stopping yourself from outright giggling. he takes calming intakes of air and exhales deeply, a telltale sign of him wanting to nap. as if on cue, kenma asks you if you’re done and you answered with a nod of your head.
he helps you dry your hands and led you to his room after. kenma made sure to massage your fingers when you both plopped down on his bed. you invite him in your arms knowing he favors being the little spoon when he’s exhausted from gaming too much. he leans more to you when you start untangling the small knots that formed in his hair and brushing it neatly.
you gaze at kenma’s face to see him begining to doze off. you booped his nose and he opens his eyes to gaze at you softly. you see him smile slightly and pushed himself up a bit so he can give the overdue welcome kiss he wanted to give you since the moment you came waltzing in their living room.
“i l-word you.”
kenma whispers when he parts from you. you couldn’t stop the giggle this time around as you rolled your eyes at him.
“you’re such a dork,”
you then cup his face and grin.
“but you’re my dork so i l-word you too.”
he recaptures your lips with his and for a moment, kenma figured tiredness can take him later.
he would relish first this precious bit with you.
notes— don’t actually know if kenma lives with both of his parents but for the sake of the fic he does
boyfriend!atsumu who doesn’t understand why you’re still here with him even after he had neglected you for the past weeks in favor of improving his volleyball skills for the upcoming heated games.
he doesn’t get it why you’re still coming day after day to their practices just to see him for an hour or two before going back on your own since boyfriend!atsumu wants to go out with his friends late at night nowadays and don’t have time to take you home.
boyfriend!atsumu who knows (obviously) he’s been acting like a real jerk and haven’t been treating you right yet instead of apologizing, his stubborn ass avoids confronting you.
he gets a lot of scolding from his twin brother and friends for letting things go south with you. convincing himself there’s nothing severely wrong, boyfriend!atsumu continues to ignore everyone, glaring at whoever tries to speak to him — with you as the exception. he’d still be communicating with you although it comes as brief and slightly strained but you take what you can get and don’t complain.
boyfriend!atsumu who looks back at the memory of how you two got together in highschool. a small smile on his lips at remembering how you mustered up all the courage to confess to him, your whole face erupting to flames. he remembers how he thought you were interesting and amusing so he agreed to be in a relationship. he thought it would only last for several weeks but he was so wrong. you proved him wrong.
boyfriend!atsumu who’s afraid you’d finally tire of him and his irritating personality. one of his nightmares coming true if you ever decide he’s not worth it and realize you could be with someone better than him who looks after you and gives you his all. he doesn’t know what he’ll do if that ever happens.
you understood him. you were always full of patience when it comes to him. when you get angry at the nonsense things he’d done, you were still so accepting of him by the end of the day. you were there beside him through all the good and bad times as cheesy and cliché it can sound right now. you once said that your happiness lies with him being happy with you. you always told boyfriend!atsumu you love him with all of your heart. you’d do anything to make everything work between the two of you.
boyfriend!atsumuwho curses aloud and slammed his head on the wall so hard he’s sure it would bruise later because he’d finallyadmit to himself — and to the whole damn world if he needed to — how much he was holding back on completely loving you. he was so unsure of himself, filled with insecurities and hatred towards the attitude he gives towards you. he always feels he isn’t giving enough for someone as amazing as you which is why he resorted on pushing you away and pretending that he didn’t absolutely loathed the fact that he was so close yet so far away from you when he does so.
his dignity can go to hell he tells himself as boyfriend!atsumu gets down on his knees in front of you as soon as he finds you standing in the kitchen making dinner. you release a startled gasp, gripping tightly the plate on your hand when you stared down at him. he hugs your waist and plants his face flat on your stomach, feeling you tense up but then relax on his hold.
boyfriend!atsumu softly tells you he’s sorry. he wants to pour out everything because you deserved to know how idiotic he has been and he’s ready to beg for you to stay and give him another chance because he’d also do anything to make it work between you two. he exhales shakily when you placed the plate down on the counter and made him let go so you could get on your knees too so you’d be eye level with each other.
you gaze at one another as you answered so quietly just for his ears to hear. you’re not mad at him. you knew his inner conflict (courtesy of osamu and rin), and wanted him to figure things out on his own. you did reveal you were saddened by his actions but laughed it off now when boyfriend!atsumu is staring at you like a giant sad and guilty puppy.
he doesn’t think it’s pathetic that he’s tearing up when you smile at him so sweetly and so fondly — the same kind of smile that’s reserved only for him to see. only for him to savor. he cups your face tenderly and kisses you for the first time in awhile, eager to show you how much he’d missed you. and with bated breath boyfriend!atsumu tells you he loves you so much and you don’t have to find someone better because he’d be better for you. he promises sincerely to you.
☞a/n: NOT ANGST!! i HEAVILY HC that kuroo loves and listens to taylor swift secretly. this is him when all too well (10 min version) comes out and y’all are in a relationship. italicized quotes are lyrics/kuroo singing. lyrics and song are obviously not mine! credits and ownership goes to ms. taylor swift <3
☞cw: one paragraph of SMALL angst, language, all too well by taylor swift is heartbreaking, timeskip!kuroo (so like slight timeskip spoiler,) y/n watching kuroo sing his heart out
5:48 pm
“tadaima!” you yell through your shared house with your boyfriend. your home was tiny but cozy. it was almost 6 so the room was almost dark when you arrived. kuroo was off from work today and you expected a response back but you didn’t hear anything. instead, you hear music through the walls of your house. you guessed that he just didn’t hear you. you take off your shoes and make your way to your shared room until you hear:
“…you almost ran the red ‘cause you were looking over at me. wind in my hair, i was there, i remember it all too well…”
“taylor swift?” you thought to yourself. you and kuroo have been dating since high school, but through that whole period, kuroo has never mentioned an interest to taylor swift.
“and you were tossing me the car ke- FUCK THE PATRIARCHY”
a voice that was very much your boyfriend’s interrupted your thoughts. you silently and slightly opened the door peeking through the crack, hoping to not be seen. you saw your handsome boyfriend on the bed with the laptop open, in a blanket. slightly crying?? yes. your 6ft tall bf, high school volleyball captain, employee at Japan Volleyball Association is curled in a blanket crying to taylor swift.
“CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT”
you grab your phone from your pocket and start recording this phenomenon, crouched on the floor, through the crack of the door. this is gonna be interesting you whispered and chuckled to yourself as you hit record.
“WE’RE DANCING ROUND THE KITCHEN IN THE REFRIGERATOR LIGHT. DOWN THE STAIRS I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELLL”
you giggled softly watch your boyfriend scream the lyrics in “pain.” this is the man you fell in love with back then. the same dorky, cocky, sweet, charming guy. your kuroo tetsuro. it’s moments like these that remind you how you fell for him. it’s moments like these that you think about when one of you are far away on a business trip.
“GOD DAMMIT TAYLOR- AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE. SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST. I’M A CRUMPLED PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE CAUSE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO FUCKING WELL”
you’re full on muffling your mouth in your sleeve so he won’t hear your laughter over the music, even though it was blasting on the blue jbl speaker. kuroo then starts sobbing and cursing at taylor for “being a musical genius and stomping on his heart” you did feel a little bit bad for eavesdropping on him while he’s singing and sobbing his heart out, but you know it’ll be over soon, and he’ll take you in his arms again.
you started thinking what it’d really be like if kuroo broke up with you. there’ll be no one walking to your desk with dinner making sure you eat your meals and not overworking yourself. there’d be no one to cuddle while you talk about each other’s days until you fall asleep. no more dancing in the kitchen while eating snacks because you couldn’t sleep at 3 am. life would be terribly different and even you started to tear up. you stopped thinking about it before you become the mess kuroo is listening to taylor swift.
“and i was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes ‘i’ll get older but your lovers stay my age.’- AGHHH FUCK IT HURTSSSSS”
as the outro plays and the atmosphere calms, so does kuroo. he then grabs his phone and you end your recording. immediately after, your screen lights up with the name “my love <3” and a picture of you and kuroo making wacky faces. you stand up and open the door as you answer the call.
“you okay lover boy?” you ask looking at him softly walking closer to where he was on the bed. he stares back at you with wide eyes wondering how long you’ve been there, how much you’ve seen, and wondering when you even got home.
“when uh when did you get home ?”
“mmm when was it? around the wind in your hair part”
“YOU SAW THAT WHOLE THING?!”
you giggle slightly at his antics. you make your way to the bed next to him and looked at him. his hair was slightly messed up from the blanket around him and his eyes were bloodshot red. with how wet his face was from his tears, you guessed he’s been listening to this song for quite a while. “yes, i did. i never knew you had a thing for taylor swift”
“i guess my secret is out the bag. i’ve kept this ‘hidden from even the volleyball team. ONLY KENMA KNOWS TOO. *sigh*…do-”
“yes tetsuro i still love you. don’t worry your handsome face about it. just because you listened to taylor swift’s breakup song doesn’t mean i no longer love you,” you tell him as you pepper kisses on his face while wiping his tears. “taylor swift makes you really vulnerable wow usually it’s me in your position.”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE WAS A BITCH YOU NEED TO WATCH IT TO UNDERSTAND,” he exclaims offended. he looks back at you and he smiles softly at you. he loves you so much. he doesn’t even want to think about losing you. you’re his love, his honey, his “dopamine,” literally his high school sweetheart. he loves you more than life itself. “but later. you need to convince ‘my handsome face’ that you won’t break up with me bc taylor and jake broke up.”
“honey you’re smart but that logic doesn’t add up. i will spend every second with you to prove how much i love you my love. never forget that.”
he chuckled at that, “same with you y/n. you’re my everything,” he replies back pressing a kiss to your temple sniffling. one day, when you guys are old and grey, happily married, you’ll look back and reminisce. remembering moments like these (positively) all too well.
a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha
oikawa
- oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not
- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself
- but here you are
- and he LOVES being around you
- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley
-though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails
- he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you
- and you love it
- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you
- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy
the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did.
“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel.
“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly.
“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you.
“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.
“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.
“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.
“goodnight princess.”
“goodnight oikawa.”
-you definitely have morning sex when you wake up
kageyama
- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are
- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not
- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed
- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it
- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things
- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance
- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you
- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink
you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.
“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.
“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.
“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.
“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences.
“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.
“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened.
“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.
“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend.
“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.
“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.
“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom.
kenma
- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games
- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention
- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend
- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him
- but sometimes you get needy
- really needy
- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that
- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend
kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.
‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles
“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?”
“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.
you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.
“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously.
“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes.
kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you.
every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.
sugawara
- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating
- his kinkiness surprised you too
- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla
- but you were very mistaken
- not that you’re complaining though
- he’s always open to trying new things
- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued
“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.
“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug
“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.
“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old.
“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.
“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.
“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.
“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.
“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction.
- hinata asks you to help him practice spiking since you’re actually pretty decent at setting, despite you not playing volleyball
- it’s not your favorite thing to do, but you help him because he’s your boyfriend and you love him
- but you figured if he was gonna force you to set for him for hours on end, you would at least have some fun with it
- you purposely mess up a set so that it lands nicely right in between you and him
- you knew he’d try and pick it up, so you just had to be faster
- before he could get the ball, you were already kneeling down so you could pick it up
- now your short boyfriend looks a bit taller, hovering over you in your spot on the floor
- he looks down at you as if he’s waiting for you to get up, but you don’t
- instead you move your head terribly close to his crotch and smile
- “i- y/n? you, you wanna do that here? in the gym? anyone can walk in.” he says nervously
- you giggle at his adorableness
- “no bub, i’m just picking up the ball.” you say
- he immediately goes red
- “hey! you know what you were doing.” he pouts
- you just laugh and give him a kiss on the cheek before continuing to set to him
- and since you feel bad, you give him a little treat when you get home ;)
sugawara
- he’s typing away on his computer, writing an essay that’s due the next day
- the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table, him typing and you eating
- his brows are furrowed in concentration, he looks stressed
- and that sparks an idea in your head
- somehow you manage to sneak your way under the table without him noticing
- he’s just THAT concentrated
- and you find yourself in between his legs
- he jumps at the sudden feeling of someone pressing themselves up against him
- he glances under the table at you and chuckles
- “y/n, why are you under the table? what are you- oh.” sudden realization hits your boyfriend last minute and he raises his eyebrows
- “are you trying to give me a blowjob? because i could use one right about now.” he sighs as he sits back, waiting for you to take over
- you felt bad deceiving him like this, knowing how much he would enjoy being relieved by you right now
- but you carry through with your plan
- you move your hands that were placed on his legs up and down his thighs lightly before bending down
- he closes his eyes, anticipating for you to unbutton his pants or something
- but instead you come back up with a pencil in hand
- “just getting this pencil that you dropped for you.” you smile as you hand him the pencil and sit back down in your chair
- he just looks you up and down in amusement and you laugh
- “hm, laugh all you want. it’s funny that you think you’re gonna get away with this.” he smirks
- and suddenly you’re quiet
-knowing damn well that when suga is done with that essay, you’re done for
tanaka
- you and tanaka are friends special friends
- friends with benefits if you will
- you guys are always hanging out with each other, and every once in awhile, you get a little frisky
- so it’s not unusual for you to just get on your knees and suck tanaka off whenever you please
- he enjoys it
- you enjoy it
- it’s a win win
- but you’ve never not gone through with it, so you can’t wait to see his reaction when you trick him
- the two of you are in the car, going to get some food
- he’s driving and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, plotting your prank
- he’s in the middle of telling you a story that quite frankly has lost your interest, so you decide that now is the perfect time
- you begin putting your hair up in a messy bun, and he gives you a look
- he knows exactly what that bun is for
- “oh shit. road head?” he smirks and is clearly getting excited
- you say nothing, just lean over towards him and he moves his arm so you could have better access
- you fidget around with his pants, him not being able to look at you because his eyes are focused on the road, before finding what you were looking for
- “aha, got it.” you say as you pull his wallet out of his pocket
- “mind if i borrow a dollar?”
- “are you serious?” he looks at you all frowned up, his tone half disappointed and half confused
- you start laughing at him and he just grunts
- “i really thought i was finally gonna get some road head.” he pouts
- “oh what a big baby, you’ll get over it” you tease
- “fine, no food for you.” he retaliates
- “wait no, i take it back.”
- “then suck.” he orders, gesturing to his member and you happily oblige
tadashi
- you know that tadashi has a crush on you
- like a huge crush
- but he doesn’t know that you know
- so you use this knowledge against him
- you tutor him every wednesday because he struggles a bit with chemistry
-ironically enough
- and you can’t help but notice how flustered he gets around you
- so you being the terrible person you are, plan to use this against him
-and he just made it so easy for himself
- he accidently spilled some of the food he was eating in his lap but hasn’t noticed, so you began executing your plan
- “hey tadashi, stand up.” you say somewhat assertively
- “why?” he questions
- “just stand up”
- he submissively follows your instruction
- “i don’t understand what you want me to stand for. is the supposed to help-”
- he notices where your eyes are focused, right on his crotch and he immediately blushes
- “oh, y/n…i’ve never done this before. you can do it, but i-i’m a little nervous.”
- your heart SINKS
- he’s so precious
- and now you feel guilty, so you kind of go along with it rather than tricking him
- “well umm, you just made a mess on your lap. i wanted to know if you’d let me help get it off.” you say softly
- he looks down at himself then back to you and nods with a shy “yeah”
- you lightly brush the mess off his crotch with your hand, but even just that light touch makes him tense up
- after that you end up tutoring him in something neither of you expected you to
nishinoya
- nishinoya LOVES going down on you
- like that’s definitely up there on his top ten list of things he loves most in this world
- but even more than that
- he LOVES when you go down on him
- shit absolutely destroys him and you love it because usually, he’s the one destroying you
- so when you see a tiktok of this trend, you absolutely HAVE to try it
- you start as soon as you wake up
- positioning yourself as if you’re about to give him head, but just end up grabbing the remote on the dresser beside him instead
- he rolls his eyes but says nothing in response, so you do it again later
- you’re both in the pantry, looking for snacks
- you slowly go down on your knees and he prepares himself again
- but you just grab a bag of chips from the bottom shelf and stand up
- he huffs at you and rolls his eyes again, but still no response which makes you laugh but also makes you somewhat frustrated
- you try for the third and final time but before you could even go through with it, he places his hand on your neck and pushes you up against the wall
- “you think i don’t know what you’re doing? your little tiktok prank? well it’s not gonna slide baby, you’re not gonna get away with teasing me like that.” he smirks
- you gulp
-uh oh
- nishinoya usually isn’t very rough
- but every once in awhile something sets him off, like you just did
- and you just know you aren’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow
well hi! It’s been a while since I wrote one of those, huh?
so obviously the volleyball player you’re gonna fall for today is sakusa kiyoomi
the word count: around 2K
summary: your boyfriend and you go for a winter walk with his dog, and he gets a bit nostalgic.
and let’s go!
The sun shines a little bit different every season of the year. The winter sun is a tad bit more harsh and refreshing that the slow, dripping summer mornings. And as you look at the white, glistening snow, and the cold sun rays shining directly at it, you just have the urge to go out and do something with yourself, don’t you?
Same struggles happened in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s head that very morning when he woke up to a cold apartament drowning in sun rays, causing him to put a hand over his eyes, to cover them from the merciless light.
“Did I forget to turn the heaters on again?” He whined, and cursed his need to open windows before going to sleep each night. Now it was almost impossible for him to get out of the sheets, considering the temperature in his room was way below zero.
He managed to get one arm outside the warm bed and reached for his phone, charging on the side table. A sight of you in his MSBY shirt, sat on a kitchen counter and showing something you just baked, with a proud grin on your face on his wallpaper greeted him, and the widget above your head told him that it was six in the morning.
So he woke up before his alarm? Impressive, given that it was a Saturday and no practice was planned. He had exactly thirty two minutes before his phone would tell him to “get his ass out of bed” and go for a run.
Sighing, he threw the phone away on the mattrace, and wrapping his blanket around him, he went over to the window.
It snowed last night.
Wait, it snowed last night?
Suddenly, he was a little kid inside, because oh gosh, it never snowed these days! It was all looking so nice, everything covered in a white layer, as if it wasn’t the outside of his apartment, but a picture taken from a children’s book.
After he almost jumped from excitement, the adult side of his has taken over. If it snowed, it meant the temperature went below zero. If it went below zero, the sidewalk would be so slippery that running would be almost impossible.
Well, screw it. He wasn’t going to let a tad little detail like that ruin his good mood. And so he went over to each radiator he had and turned it on, then going to bed again and scrolling through his social media until the temperature around was warm enough for him to leave the sheets. 
And so it took a couple of hours for him to finally get himself up and going, but it was still fairly early when you knocked on the door of his apartment, and heard some shuffling inside.
“Sit already, would you? Fine, okay, I know you’re excited, but-“ your boyfriend’s voice was cut off by a bark, and he was silent for a second, while on the other side of the door, you were barely holding in your laugh.
“Hey! Behave! No!” he raised his voice ever so slightly, but apparently it worked on the poor dog, because soon enough you saw him, leant against the doorframe with both his hands in his pockets, his pet sitting beside him, although almost jumping from excitement upon seeing someone else.
“Oh, didn’t expect you here today” he said nonchalantly, a smirk forming on his lips, as he knew well that he invited you here himself. You rolled your eyes, and passed him by, leading yourself to his bathroom. “Not even a hello?” he whined jokingly, as you shook your head.
“I was in a public bus, let me go wash my hands” you explained, and he nodded, mentally trying to convince himself that’s just something people do. You’re not doing it just for him.
He followed you to the bathroom and once again stood in the door, looking at you with a happy spark in his eyes.
You looked so in place while just casually standing anywhere in his apartament. Like you belonged there. And he was almost certain you indeed, did belong there. He wouldn’t have you any other place, rather than by his side.
“You should really get a license already” he said, quickly looking down at his nails, so you wouldn’t see him stare.
“Mhm” you agreed silently, wiping your hands “I know” you slowly approached him, firstly playing with the material of his shirt, and after a while, curling his hair on your finger. It required staying on your tippy toes, which he found endearing. “And you, sir, are due for a haircut”
“Am I?” he said, touching his curls himself, but not leaving you to check in the mirror. “Can you do it?”
You giggled.
That was kinda part of the plan, since he absolutely loved hearing you laugh. He wasn’t the most funny person on earth, yet he was motivated to become a full comedian just to hear that genuine chuckle you gave his finest jokes.
„I cant cut your hair, silly” you said, rubbing his temple with one finger as you were still playing with the pitch black curls. “You have to go to a salon”
He shivered theatrically, rolling his eyes at you and walking away towards the kitchen. “And here I thought you loved me” he huffed, making you smile in disbelief.
“You’re being a baby!”
“I’ll ask my sister to do it”
“Your sister lives kinda away, you’re aware of that, right?” you continued, following his steps to the bigger room, where he was sitting on the floor and tying his shoes.
“So? She loves me, she’ll do it”
“She has her own kid to take care of, she doesn’t need a twenty two year old one” you shoot back, remembering the last family reunion you attended with your boyfriend. It was a complete mess, but meeting his parents explained… a whole lot of things about his character.
He really did look like a little kid, reaching for another one of his sneakers, scarf already put half on around his neck, smiling softly, having to pause the process of tying his shoes every time his dog tried to lick his face in excitement. The poorly named Swiss Setter never left your boyfriend’s side whenever he was home, so used to his their very own slow lifestyle.
You knew damn well she was emotionally attached to her owner, and loved him dearly, as you were the one to babysit her whenever Kiyoomi had an out of town game, and the first couple of times she didn’t sleep at all, and neither did you. It required him staying overnight at your place together with the dog for her to understand it’s a safe place.
“Now now, calm down, Lady, at least let me tie my shoes!” he giggled childishly. The first time you ever saw him snuggled up on the couch with the dog, watching some crappy Netflix show, you couldn’t believe your eyes.
THE Kiyoomi Sakusa. On the couch. With a dog.
You soon found out that Lady, because that’s the crappy name the dog so proudly got by, had been one of your boyfriend’s only friends until the time he graduated. She wasn’t exactly a rescue dog, but his older brother brought her home from his former friend’s house, where she didn’t exactly had the best start in life.
Kiyoomi didn’t fall in love at first sight, he needed time to adjust to having a dog in the house, but Lady seemed very fond of him, and weirdly enough, only listened to his commands. (The trainer said it’s about his voice, as it is deep and raspy, when he says something loudly enough, she feels respect towards him).
He was soon in charge of training the dog to be a good pet for a household such as the Sakusas place, a huge, always so elegant and spotless house, where no one is around too often, but frankly, “family friends” came back every other night to drink rosé with his mother, or whisky with his father.
It was to no one’s surprise, that when Kiyoomi moved away and went to college, his porcelain doll of a mother and distant father couldn’t get a hold of the Swiss Setter, who’s manners weren’t so ladylike. The deal was simple, either kiyoomi takes her to his place, or she ends up in a shelter.
And as he loved dogs, and secretly had a heart of a four-year-old, he took her in with himself, and, frankly, let her rule over his at-home life all the time.
She was very well behaved when in public, knew what was on her owner’s mind by the look in his eyes and reacted on the snaps of his fingers, but inside the four walls of his apartment, she could walk all over him, which you found amusing.
Kiyoomi put her on her leash, and rose his eyebrow at you.
“Coming?” he asked, having the door opened for you already. You nodded and left, waiting for him to lock the door behind the three of you.
It was cold outside, but not too cold, and the air was refreshing, even in such a city as Osaka is. Kiyoomi mindlessly tied his pinky with yours, a bit of a hard thing to do in leather gloves, but he was all about the details.
After two years of your relationship, he was perfectly capable of holding your hand just fine, but sentimentally enough opted to hold your pinky instead, as if your romance was fresh once again.
You smiled at the feeling and squeezed his pinky back with yours, You glanced over at him staring at his feet, as you walked towards the park in comfortable silence.
“When do you have the next match, Omi?” you started a casual conversation, and he looked as if you took him out of a trans of sorts.
“Oh, uhm, next Friday” he answered upsentmindedly. You caught him sparing loving glances in Lady’s direction, an indescribable nostalgy painting his face in cold colors.
When you reached the entrance to the huge park, where dogs were allowed off leash, you bent over and made a snowball, the throwing it at his back. He turned around to face you and gave you a look of betrayal.
“You didn’t” he whispered.
“I think I did” you giggled, covering your mouth with your hands, waiting for his next move.
He bit back a smirk, trying to remain stoic as he kneeled down to release Lady off her leash, hiding it in the pocket of his black coat, then picking up snow in his hands and forming a round snowball, directing it right at you.
Lady kept running around the two of you, jumping in excitement, not fully understanding what you’re doing, but happy to be a part of it.
“Hey, ouch!” you laughed, theatrically covering the shoulder it reached. “You didn’t need to spike it!”
There weren’t many people at the park that day, considering the fact that it was first snow, and parents don’t usually bring kids, who want to build snowmen, to a park where dogs are allowed off leash.
“Oh, you wanna see a spike?” a little smile covered his lips, exposing his blushing cheeks, contrasting with the rest of his pale face, and dark curls.
“Try me, pretty boy”
“Aight” he put his hands up in an agreeing gesture “Just don’t whine about the bruises later”
“Same goes to you”
He huffed, getting back as he gathered snow in his hands and rolled it a bit before aiming at you, jumping in place as you tried to “become a harder target to hit”. He shook his head in disbelief.
God, I love that dork, he thought, purposely frowning and posing as if he was about to serve.
Lady kept jumping around him, noticing a round object in his hand.
“This is not for you, dummy” he laughed, but noticing her excitement, excitement that he didn’t get to see a lot recently, since she was visibly getting older, and more tired, a warm feeling flooded over his chest. He sighed. “Alright, you want it? You want it?” he kept teasing, making her jump around, before breaking the ball and rubbing the snow in her fur.
She layed down on her back, showing her tummy for pets, which he did obviously provide, tickling that one spot that made her move her leg uncontrollably.
He got up, and formed another snowball, showing it to her.
“Watch out, I’m throwing it!” he said to her, before aiming at some free space far from him, throwing the ball from behind his back, watching with a heartwarming smile as she ran after it.
He seemed to have forgotten about defeating you, watching as his dog kept digging for the “ball” that already disappeared in the snow, so you walked back up to him.
“You okay?” you asked softly, and he looked at you in surprise.
“Yeah, obviously” he responded, but something seemed off. You tangled your arms around his shoulder, smushing your cheek against it, and looking at Lady sniffing around the place the snowball landed. “You know, if it weren’t for her, I’d still be too anxious to pet dogs I like when I’m on walks” he started, his mind some place else.
“Well, many things wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for her. We probably wouldn’t have met!” you smiled against the fabric of the thick coat, both of you remembering that sunny afternoon when you sat by the river in the park, reading some sort of upsetting news on your phone, frowning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, when suddenly, you flinched, seeing a snoot between your arms, and when you parted it, you saw a panting, big dog staring back at you. You heard a distressed “Oh my god, Lady! Come back here!” in the distance, and you lifted your eyes to see a tall like a tower twenty-year old, black curls swept away from his face with hairgel, but getting a bit in the way due to the wind, the guy wearing black t-shirt, with a golden logo, of what appeared to be a… fox? You then thought, only later discovering it’s actually a Jackal, and the letters B and J on the sides of it, and sporty shorts. Apparently, they were on a run.
“I’m so, so sorry, she never does that. Please don’t get too mad at her, she means no harm! Oh, my god, Lady, come back here!” he hissed, putting the dog back on a leash. “I’m sorry! Hey, I can buy you a coffee, if that’ll make up for her? I’m choosing the coffee shop though, there’s a little one nearby and there’re not too many people in it, the popular ones are a rip off anyway, wait— are you crying?” he panted out, staring directly at your face, with a deadpan look.
“It’s alright, I like dogs. But I like coffee, too”
You smiled upon remembering that afternoon, as the completely different sun shined on you two in that moment, not the exhausting, August-ish one, that makes you want to never leave the nearest pool, but a cool and refreshing February one. Two years passed, and the both of you weren’t just strangers in the park, you were one of these cheesy couples teenage girls look at and get upset because they think they’re never going to be like that with anyone. Although, the bonding dog stayed the same.
Speaking of Lady, she ran up to Kiyoomi, who was lost in his thoughts and memories, proudly showing off a stick she must’ve found under the snow at some point.
“Look what you got there!” he kneeled down, trying to get it away from her to throw it. “My good girl” he giggled.
chapter five ; who cares about what kuroo thinks !
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
— this isn’t like STY related, but i learned clown fish can change their sex.
— anyways, yes bokuto and y/n are now living together for the time being, just to see if she can actually feel comfort and away from kuroo.
— kuroo is actually sus about the two hence that he didn’t know that they had fucked till just recently when it’s been months since the break up between kuroo and y/n
yessss!!!! finally y/n accepted bo’s offer! im so glad that y/n is giving it a try and creating distance. hopefully this will allow her to grow and come to terms with the relationship. AND KUROO OMG bitch is just asking to be smacked talking about his date then saying he isn’t one for dating….. THEN as soon as y/n mentions leaving now suddenly he is concerned??? like sir?? i think this distance will be good for both of them and hopefully also help show kuroo what y/n actually means to him. bc rn i think he is just taking her for granted.
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
— obviously bokuto and y/n both had feint reactions to kuroo’s date
— so now if you click thislink, it shows where i did say; he knew what he was doing, just wasn’t sure he was getting a reaction out of it. clearly he thinks he’s not.
— sometimes i regret this story just cause it has kuroo who’s a horny asshole with no heart but then i remember the actual plans i have for it *whistles*
