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: 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
Hello there. This is my first ever Tumblr post so please go easy. I’m not much of a writer but I hope you enjoy anyways! <3
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x Female Reader Main Idea: You’ve teased Kuroo all day and now have to face the consequences Content: Degrading, dom and sub play, spanking, face slapping, handcuffs, teasing, edging, Dacryphilia, over stimulation, thigh riding
FYI: This is a time jump to adult Kuroo. Both parties are consensual and can stop any time they want :)
“Aww baby…” Kuroo’s husky voice sent a large chill down your spine. Fully aware this would come, you prepare yourself for his next actions. “You’ve been so cheeky. How cute…” There was something about his dominant voice that made your body ache with desire. A flame of lust growing in the pit of your stomach. “Teasing me all day…” He circled you like a shark circles its prey. No doubt in your mind that you were his next meal. And you loved it. “Tell me, which part did you love the most? Was it when you bent over in front of me?” A sharp sting erupted onto your left buttcheek as Kuroo landed a hard slap. Your knees already growing weak as your arousal builds up deep, deep inside of you. “Or was it when you pressed your ass against me?” Another spank. “Making sure I got hard just to leave me there, needy for my toy.” And another… each hit harder than the last. You could already tell that your ass was red with his large handprint. His left hand tangled in your hair. Grabbing a fistful before aggressively pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. He towered over you from behind, making sure you were aware of the massive size difference. He could ruin you if he really wanted to. “Answer me, slut.” His harsh tone forcing a whimper to escape from your plump lips. The lips he’s refused to kiss as a petty revenge for riling him up. “Y-yes sir…” You mutter. “What are you saying yes to? I asked you what your favourite part was.” The stinging now present in your face. He slapped you. However, much more gentle than usual. You could tell he was softer today. “Tell me.” “M-my favourite part was… s-sitting on your lap…” It didn’t matter what he did. Whenever he looked at you with his eyes full of desire and cravings, you turned into a bumbling mess. “Really now?” You frantically nod your head as best as you can while his grip still suffocates your hair. “Well… if my Kitty liked it so much, maybe I should let her do it again hm?” There it was. Kitty.Kuroo always called you ‘Angel’ or ‘Princess’ when he wanted to make you feel nothing but pleasure. But Kitty… that was when he was going to ruin you. His hand removed itself from your hair as he walked towards the living room. Instinctively, you followed him. Watching carefully as he positioned himself on the couch. Just as you were about to straddle his lap, he stopped you. “Y/N… take off your clothes. All of them.” Your obedience quickly kicked in, forcing you to remove every single piece of clothing until you stood a blushing mess in front of your master. There was something about the vulnerability that stirred the arousal in your loins. “Good Kitty… now go to the box and pull out some handcuffs and the vibrating egg.” You complied. Returning with a face even more red than before. He stood once more, cuffing your wrists behind your back. “Safeword?” He asked trailing the small vibrator down your neck all the way to your pretty hole where he hovered but never inserted. “G-green.” “Good girl.” With that, he slipped it in. Pushing past your folds into your tight sex. He hissed at your obvious arousal. “I forgot how turned on you get just from my hits. Fuck…” He cursed under his breath. Sitting back down, he pat his lap, signalling you to come sit down. As you did, he hooked up his phone to the vibrator and switched it on. Sending weak vibrations through your body. Something was off, he was so angry before. You had no idea what he was planning. He turned it up halfway. Your hips bucked in your surprise. “Feel good baby?” You bit your lip and nodded slowly. Drinking in the stimulation from not just the vibrator but also sitting on your masters lap while being pleasured. You shuffle slightly and breath hitches as you feel his erection against your inner thigh. “That’s because of you Kitty. Being such a bad girl and sitting on my lap completely bare. Shit I’m too hard for this.” A smirk plays on your lips. “Then why don’t I take care of it for you?” You ask slyly praying he’ll let you worship his almost uncomfortably large member. “Oh no baby. You just sit there. Sluts like you don’t deserve the pleasure of touching me.” Then it struck. You knew exactly what he was planning. He suddenly turned the vibrator up higher, earning a quiet squeal from your throat that was still sore from him face fucking you last night. “God my little Kitty looks so good.” He grinned, palming himself through his pants. “But I think its quite unfair that you’re the only one enjoying yourself…” “Mm… p-please-” “Please what?” “Please let me touch you, Master.” A hearty chuckle erupted from him, immediately turning your face red from embarrassment. “Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong…” He leaned in close. Lips grazing over your ear. “Your master with be touching himself. You… you watch like a good girl.” There it was. His wicked smile that activated your goosebumps on your arms. So he had a plan all along… Kuroo unzipped his pants and let his erection spring free. Slapping against his covered torso. The mere sight just turning you on more. His large hand wrapped around his length and pumped rhythmically. “W-wait!” “What Kitty? I’m just enjoying myself.” He flashed you a grimace before intentionally moaning your name. Your insides now panicking with the mix of jealously and pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel yourself get closer and closer to your climax. “Don’t shut your fucking eyes. Look at me.” He growled. Now speeding up his pumps. “Please! M’gonna cum!” You whine. “Well… we cant have that can we?” He chuckled, switching off the vibrator completely. “No! Fuck!” Your harsh language earning you another slap in the face. Adding wetness to your already soaked hole. “Shame. I thought I taught you better manners than this. Guess you are just a stupid whore after all.” His simple words sending electricity through your body. Another moan fills the air. “Oh does my baby like that? Like being called a stupid whore?” Your only reponse being a whimper of desperation. “Fuck… my cute little cum slut.” He growled, turning the vibrator on its highest setting. You scream with pleasure. “Sir! A-ah! Too much!” “I thought you wanted this Kitty. Seeing you so desperate to cum. God…” Your hips unconsciously grinded in circles. Used to riding Masters cock like a good little toy. Kuroo purposely moaned louder. Gasping. Cursing under his breath and growling your name. It killed you not being able to even touch him. He edged you again and again and again until tears streamed down your face and you were a sobbing mess. “Please sir…” You cried. “I need release…” He never slowed his movements nor lay a hand on you. You paid close attention to his next words. “If you want to cum so bad. Do it yourself. Ride my thigh. You have 3 minutes to finish or you don’t get to cum at all.” Not wasting any time, you reposition yourself so your throbbing clit is against his material covered thigh. Leaving a wet patch wherever you started grinding against. “That-a girl… oh fuck…” His voice oozed pleasure as he kept touching himself to his little slut. Time was quickly passing and you were so close. Moaning louder and faster. Just a little longer… RIIIIING Kuroo’s Phone. He looked over at the screen and smiled a smile most deviant. “Hey Kenma! What’s happening?” He picked it up. You froze in fear of being heard by his friend. Kuroo covered the speaker with his phone and whispered. “Times running out, if you want to cum you better do it quick.” This time you were careful. Still riding but now aware of your noise. Your orgasm quickly urging back. Small whimpers snuck past Kuroo’s hand that covered your mouth. Kenma’s voice echoed from the phone. “What was that?” He heard. You turned bright red for what seemed like the hundredth time and shook your head desperately. “Y/N being a needy whore and riding my thigh.” Kuroo stated casually. “I can send you a picture if you’d like.” There was an elongated silence. “I’m good. Don’t be too hard on her. She’s a nice girl.” Kenma sighed. “She’s getting what she deserves.” Kuroo laughed before hanging up. “Oh and Kitty… your time is up.” Your stomach sank. “W-what? N-no! Please!” Kuroo’s groans became louder. His chest rising and falling faster than before. “Fuck…” He growled. “Keep begging me Baby.” He commanded. Something about your desperation drove him wild. You did as he said. Begging him for release as he touched himself faster. In one swift moment, his free arm gripped your waist and moved you back to the centre of his lap. Right up against his throbbing member where he came onto your stomach, hips and thighs. His face a shade of red that only occured after a good climax. He took a moment to gather himself, looking at the mess he made of his little slut. “Fuck!” He swore to himself. In what seemed like half a second, he effortlessly lifted you up and placed you back down onto the couch. Ass in the air and face into the cushioned surface. with no warning he removed the vibrator and replaced it with his slick tongue. Flicking your clit and giving you the pleasure you seeked all whilst pumping two digits in and out of your tight hole. Your moans now making him lose complete control. He loved hearing his baby enjoy herself. “Fuck Kitty. You wanted this all along didn’t you? All my attention on this pretty little cunt of yours.” With his skilled tongue and long fingers it didn’t take long for you climax to come back. This one more intense than any you tried to gain for yourself. “I-I-” “I know baby,” He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers. “You can cum.” With that, you came completely undone. Body erupting into multiple spasms and shakes. Much to your surprise, Kuroo never stopped fingering you. Dragging out your orgasm. “Oh you didn’t think we were done. Did you?” He snickered. Completely over stimulating you. More tears fell from your eyes as you screamed his name. “We’re just getting started…”
Reader:Gender Neutral Character:Tetsurō Kuroo Rating:M Summary:Sometimes you just wanted to get high with your boyfriend after a long week at work. And there was nothing better than making brownies. Warning:Fluff, Recreational Drug Use Ask Box: Open|Commission Me!|Join me on Patreon
In the small apartment you lived with Kuroo, you two were seated on the couch. He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and one of his button up shirts with all of the buttons undone. You were in a pair of his boxers and an old white t-shirt.
You had spent the afternoon making edibles. Your personal favourite, brownies. Kuroo multiple times had to stop you from licking the spoon. To save it for the finished product. And now a few bites in of a bit corner piece (the best piece), you were starting to feel the high come over you.
It started with becoming a bit too aware of your hands as you scrolled through your phone. Then a weird sensation in your nose and then the high set in. You felt loose, happy and so deeply in love with your boyfriend of the last few years.
You put your phone on the coffee table once more and leaned over to the table to grab the plate with the brownie on it. You took a bit bite and melted a little at the chocolate chunks that Kuroo haphazardly threw into the mixture before baking.
You made a pleased noise and Kuroo chuckled. You felt his dry lips on your face as you took another smaller bite before you put the plate back down. Kuroo’s voice was in your ear soon after, “Don’t overdo it, kitten. Don’t want you greening out on me.”
You giggled a little and gave him a big grin, hints of chocolate smeared across your teeth, “I’ll be fine.”
He just chuckled and kissed you on the lips. His hands on your shoulders as he continued to kiss you, bit by bit the kiss became deeper. He thought you looked really beautiful right now. In nothing but his clothes, eating the brownies you made together, getting high after a long weekend.
When he pulled away from the kiss, you yawned a little bit. You had a little too much and were starting to get a little sleepy. Kuroo smiled at you and moved a little bit so you were more comfortable on the couch. He watched you kick your legs up onto the table and snuggle into his side.
He was starting to feel the effects of his high as he held you close to him. He yawned a little bit and scratched his jaw a little bit. The weight against him felt comfortable, you also looked adorable as you tried to stay awake as you got higher.
Your eyes drooped a little bit as you watched television. Your yawns were big and loud as you snuggled closer to him. The fabric of his sweatpants felt so comfortable against your hand as you brushed the side of his thigh lovingly.
“Sleepy baby?” He asked with a grin.
“No.” You grumbled as you buried yourself further into his arm. Another yawn left your lips as you felt the sense of drowsiness overtake you. He thought you looked so adorable.
You two watched television together, Kuroo spaced out for a little bit as he switched between the weather channel and the local kid’s network. He occasionally looked over to you and kissed you on the lips gently.
You made a little noise at the kisses but looked like you were fighting to stay awake. Your eyes occasionally closed but would instantly open again. But then closed again eventually. It made Kuroo chuckle and kiss you more.
He eventually zoned out at the high set in. He moved a little closer to the arm of the couch and rested against it. He couldn’t decide if he was hungry or tired. He let out a small yawn and his stomach growled.
Yeah he was both at the same time.
“Babe?” He eventually asked as he looked down and saw you fast asleep beside him, your mouth slightly open and softly snoring. He took one look at you and chuckled, “Someone had a little too much.”
He moved away from you and let you occupy the couch fully. You laid out carefully, sleepily grabbing the throw pillow and putting it under your head. Kuroo licked his lips, thinking about what to snack on while you fell asleep. Maybe if he didn’t eat the entire bag of chips, he’ll leave some for you.
it is about time i lewded this man with more than 500 words, and not only did i do that, i wrote two fics for him. you see, i was perfectly content to write boss!kuroo x secretary!reader but miki (@undermattsun) waited until after i finished it to plant the seed of reversing the roles in my head.
i didn’t want to scrap my first one, but subby kuroo was too intriguing to pass up. thus, i am letting you choose your (porn) adventure! check below for warnings and links for both fics, and have fun, you sexy bosses and/or horny slut secretaries
thank you to the prettiest best friend in the world (aka @katsuhera) for the banner and my beta readers, @bluntkingkurooand@karasimpno. also happy belated bday to emma; ur birthday blunt brainstorm w me resulted in a beautiful girlboss smut moment and im so happy you share a birthday with her. nobody deserves it more than you bby
lastly, s/o to the whorehouse for making these fever dream collabs possible. check out the other writing/art for this month’s collab here! (proceed with caution, there is some dark content ahead)
warnings: workplace power dynamics, use of the word sir, oral sex (both m! and f! receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, a sprinkle of soft aftercare as a treat
️ HOT Girlboss Makes Manwhore Secretary CUM for Promotion!
pairing:secretary kuroo x boss f!reader
wc:2.9k
warnings: workplace power dynamics, femdom, subby kuroo (like good boyandbad boy), use of ma’am, handcuffs, fingering, oral sex (m! receiving), edging, one tinie instance of tears, unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare (#girlboss moment), i think that’s it oop
Anon asked: Hello! idk what to call you, sorry for that. Are you open for request? If you open, can I request for suna, kuroo, oikawa or anyone you want other than those three reaction to their babies get a vaccinations. yk how babies need to get their vaccine after they were born right or maybe when they were like a toddler (kind of like 6-14 months I guess. idk) . I wanna know their reactions, whether they will cry, upset or just normal when their babies got a shot. maybe perhaps add their mother in your headcanon reaction too. Hehe thank you!
authors.note: This is the req I was talking about I just find it so cute aaaa also I need to stop procrastinating and end up writing at 3 am. I need to get my sleeping schedule in check ASAP. Enjoy <3
TW: MENTIONS OF NEEDLES
OIKAWA Tooru, world renowned volleyball player and member of the argentina olympics volleyball team is bawling his eyes out on the pediatrician’s bed while holding your 6 and a half month old daughter. It is your baby’s first vaccine, of course both of you are scared and concerned about your little girl’s reaction but Tooru isn’t handling it well at all. He had begun sniffling even from before heading in, treating the chubby baby in his arms as if these were her final moments. Your little girl wasn’t even acting concerned when the needle pierced her skin, she was completely calm in her father’s arms holding onto his index finger like she always did when he was hugging her. Things changed however, when Tooru -after the shot was over- decided to open the tear ducts and smother his baby in kisses. “Oh how brave my little Princesa!!! She didn’t even shed a tear!” And at that the waterworks began. You don’t know if it was her dad’s own tears, an aftershock of the vaccine or just the drama queen gene she got from your husband but now you have two crying children in your car.
SUNA was calm and collected during the appointment. He sat on the bed with his little boy in his lap, fingers tickling his sides in an attempt to distract him from the needle steadily entering his arm and pressing light kisses on his brunette little head whenever his brows furrowed. The nurse conducting the vaccine called him a trophy dad after he successfully kept his son from crying out. All Suna had to say was that his little boy was just built different. Once back in the car he asked you to drive, opting to sit in the back with his son still in his arms, rubbing small circles on the boy’s back more as a soothing mechanism for him rather than the child. “You okay there, Rin?” You saw him place a few kisses on your son’s brow before lulling him to sleep on his chest. “Just a little shaken up is all, nothing to worry about.” At the next stoplight you couldn’t help yourself from taking a pic through the rearview mirror.
KUROO is an interesting case. He is completely calm, daring even to subtly boast about his wife to the doctor who was too busy scribbling down the name of the vaccine to care about your husband’s shenanigans. He holds your daughter gently, letting her play with his tie while the nurse gets everything ready and even starts talking with her despite her only responses being baby gibberish. And you think that everything is going to go smoothly; your baby rarely cries even when she falls on her butt during play time so getting a shot won’t be that bad. You’re wrong. Kuroo blanches when the needle comes into view, jerking his knee in the process. His stress soon is picked up from your little girl who looks up at her father with scrunched up brows reaching out with her little hand to touch his face. He simply kisses her chubby palm before bracing both himself and her for the upcoming vaccine. The moment she begins to cry -and the needle is out of course- he is up bouncing her in his arms and kissing her cheeks saying what a good girl she was for the nice ladies. He manages to calm her down fairly quickly but then needs to take a second to calm himself as well. Almost faints for a moment.
“Hey, love. I saw this Tiktok…” You sigh heavily as you hear the words come out of Kuroo’s mouth. Every time he shows you a video from that app, he follows it up with a, “let’s do it.”
“What is it this time?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, expressing your disagreement already. You’ve been peacefully relaxing on the bed and your husband really wants to destroy that peace of yours.
“So you rate my exes, and I rate yours. Out of 10,” Kuroo says and you squint your eyes at him in suspicion. There has to be something behind the sudden interest in remaking it.
“Why?” is all you can say at his request.
Kuroo shrugs, a smug look on his face. “Why not?”
He takes out his laptop and opens a social media platform. Placing his laptop on his lap, he pats the space beside him, a sign that he wants you beside him. You sit beside him and he immediately types out a name.
“This was my first girlfriend back in middle school.” He describes and clicks on one of the girl’s posts.
“She’s so pretty. Is that her kid?” You point at the child his ex is holding in picture. Kuroo nods. “So was she nice? I have to rate her through her personality.”
“She was nice. But she left me for a college student,” Kuroo explains.
“Oh, so she’s a victim?” You snicker, and Kuroo chuckles at your statement. “A 6/10. She’s pretty and she looks nice. But minus points for dating a college student while she was in middle school.”
He proceeds to search for his next ex. “I know her,” you say as soon as you see the picture. “I was the one who planned her wedding a year ago. I believe she gave birth just a month ago.”
“She did. She was my upperclassman in Nekoma when we dated. I think I was in my last year of middle school and she was graduating high school,” Kuroo elaborates and you laugh. “What?”
“You’re also a victim.” With that, Kuroo starts laughing with you. It takes some time before the two of you stop giggling like kids.
“Since I know her, a 7/10. She was really polite when I was planning her wedding,” you explain while panting, recovering from your fit of laughter.
“This is the last one,” Kuroo says as he searches and you look at him in shock, not believing him.
“You only dated thrice?” You ask him and he nods proudly. “But you did have a lot of flings so still a bad boy,” you tease and Kuroo rolls his eyes. He shows you his screen and you look at the girl in the picture intently.
You glance at him and then his ex, and then him again, then back to the screen. “You’re lying.”
“About what?”
“Are you sure you dated her?” You point at woman at the screen.
“Yes. Ask all of my friends. They’re witnesses.”
“You dated a famous idol…”
“Was an idol,” he corrects you. “She’s quitting the industry because she’s pregnant.”
“I love her group’s songs. I give her a 10/10. But I still can’t believe you managed to pull someone like her. Kenma said that you weren’t famous amongst girls in high school…” you state, remembering his best friend’s words when you had dinner together just a few nights ago.
Kuroo simply shrugs, “I guess she really liked me then.” He lays his gadget on your lap, waiting for you to type in. You become nervous. How are you supposed to tell him that you’ve only dated seriously once in your life? And it’s someone he sees quite often in your workplace.
“I only dated once,” you tell him calmly, trying to conceal your shaky fingers as you type. Pressing enter, your eyes immediately look away. “You know him, right? He’s our cake maker at work.”
“How was he as a boyfriend?” Kuroo simply asks and you nod nonchalantly. “He seems like a nice guy whenever I see him at your office.”
“Really sweet. Baked me goods everyday and even brought me lunch boxes,” you reply rather confidently. “We dated back in high school.”
“9/10.” Kuroo rates with a pout. He knew he was going to get jealous, but he still dug his own grave for his. His plan being:
‘To subtly hint that he wants a baby.’
All of his exes now have children, and he is not competing with them at any means, but maybe you’ll get an idea about his baby fever if he shows you that most people at your age have children.
Now that his Plan A has failed, he’ll have to proceed to his Plan B.
Kuroo patiently waits for you at his car, ready for your first date after a long time. As he sings along with the song on the radio, he scrolls through his Instagram and sees Sakusa’s post about her daughter.
“Must be nice to have a kid,” Kuroo sighs. Seconds later, he realizes what he said and puts his phone down. “No. No. No. I can’t feel this way yet. It’s too early. But we’re already in our mid-20s so a kid won’t be weird. No… Does she even want kids? My kids?”
A knock on the car window disrupts his soliloquy. He turns his head to the glass and sees you waving outside. He quickly unlocks the door, allowing you to enter. “Hi, love. Who were you talking to?”
“I was talking to Kenma,” he reasons before he leans in to capture your lips into a greeting kiss. “How was work?”
“It was tiring. The Kitas sent an invitation by the way,” you answer as you pull away from him. “It’s for the triplets’ first birthday.”
“Should we buy their gifts today?” Kuroo asks you, starting the engine of the car. “I think we’ll find something while roaming around. What about you? You said you had to buy something.”
“Bikinis,” you say nonchalantly and don’t see Kuroo’s eyebrow raise from your response.
“Are you going somewhere?”
“I forgot to tell you. I’m going to Okinawa with my high school friends next week. You know them, right? Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, and Oikawa,” you respond and Kuroo becomes silent, not knowing how to react. He doesn’t care that you’re going with guys, but how did you forget to tell him something important?
The ride is serene. Kuroo’s hand not leaving your thigh the whole time. Your hand is on top of his, your fingers tracing the protruded veins in his arms. Landing on his ring finger, your eyes scanned the body part. You don’t have a wedding band yet. The two of you have never thought of getting a pair.
The two of you arrive at your destination so get out of the car. Kuroo takes your hand immediately, sliding both of your hands into his jacket’s pocket. You smile at the romantic gesture, something you’re yet to get used to.
“Should we buy your stuff first?” Kuroo questions, looking down at you. Nodding, you lead him to a bikini boutique.
As soon as you enter, Kuroo closes his eyes. The store you entered doesn’t only sell bikinis, but lingerie as well. He has to keep his lids shut or his imagination will go everywhere. Noticing how wary he is about the surrounding, you smirk.
You hook a finger on his collar and pull him down. “Choose anything you’d like to see me in.”
After the not so quick shopping trip at the garment store, you have noticed how fidgety Kuroo is. He wouldn’t stop squeezing your hand and giving you cheeks kisses. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just excited to see you in this,” he reasons, lifting the paper bag with sets of lingerie he has chosen. You hum, your attention going back to the racks of baby clothing in front of you.
While you’re focused on the baby items in front of you, Kuroo is panicking. In his mind, he’s about to explode. You in lingerie + his baby fever= a kink he thought he’ll never have. He’s trying so hard not to think about your mini me’s, but seeing the tiny pieces of garments is making it hard for him.
“My love, the triplets are boys. But knowing the Kitas, they wouldn’t mind dressing up their sons in that dress you’re holding,” you point and Kuroo snaps back to his senses. He looks down and sees that he is holding onto a yellow dress with ribbons and ruffles. He didn’t even know how he got the dress on his hands.
“Oh,” he chuckles awkwardly, putting the dress back on the rack. “I just thought it was cute.” You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion and he forces out a laugh. “It would look cute on Sakusa’s daughter. The two of us are kind of close.”
“Really? I always see him post about her. She would look very cute in that. Should we buy it?” Your confusion about his actions are thrown away by his reason. He sighs in relief as you look away, the dress now in his cart.
‘Our daughter would look cuter,’ Kuroo thinks and he smacks his cheek, causing you to look at him in shock. It was a rather loud and heavy smack. “Mosquito.”
His Plan B is a fail.
You’re eating lunch together the next day at your office as usual. It’s quiet before he flashes his phone screen in front of you, showing you a picture of three familiar small boys. “Look at the triplets.” You continue to eat after taking a look at the picture, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Kuroo hums happily. “Aren’t they cute?” You only nod to his question.
“Look at Sakusa’s daughter. I met her last time and she’s such a charmer,” Kuroo narrates, letting out a giggle. The interaction replaying in his head. The interaction that caused his sudden baby fever.
It was a busy day at work since the Olympic team had to take their profile and poster pictures. Kuroo was talking to Bokuto when a child suddenly latched onto the spiker’s leg.
“My favorite teammate, you’re here!” Bokuto beamed and picked the child up. As she rested in his forearm, she looked at Kuroo in curiosity. Normally, children would get scared of him, but she wasn’t, which made Kuroo happy.
“Hi. My name’s Kuroo. What’s your name?” Kuroo asked the girl. She smiled at him before answering.
“Kia! Do you have a girlfriend?” Kia asked, taking Kuroo aback. It’s not everyday that a 4 year old would ask you about your relationship status.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do have a wife,” Kuroo replied, which made the little pout.
“Since you only have a wife, I can be your girlfriend,” Kia proclaimed. Kuroo smiled at her statement. The girl suddenly made him think what his daughter would be like if he ever gets to have one.
“I’m sorry but my wife would be upset if I have a girlfriend, so I can’t be your boyfriend,” Kuroo explained to her, hoping she’ll learn something from it. You could subtly teach them about what’s right and wrong at a young age.
“Then, I’ll date your child, father-in-law,” Kia claimed which Kuroo patted her head for.
“I’ll remember your words, future daughter-in-law.”
“What are you smiling for?” You ask Kuroo and he looks up to you, his attention now on you.
‘It’s now or never. This is the perfect chance.’ Kuroo thinks, placing his chin on the palm of his hand. “I was just thinking about how cute our children would be.” You ignore his words and proceed to clean up your lunch box. As result, Kuroo frowns. He mirrors your actions, keeping quiet. Maybe it was wrong to mention it.
Your secretary knocks on your door before announcing that your client is already waiting outside. Kuroo put back the chair back to its proper place before walking over behind the table to give you a quick hug. You can feel his sadness radiating off him and you’re sure it’s from your silence.
His baby fever wasn’t unnoticed. In fact, you knew about it the moment you saw him scrolling through baby videos. He wasn’t very subtle about it, too. From showing his exes, to bringing you to the baby store, to sending you pictures of babies, to mentioning children all the time, you definitely knew about his baby fever.
But you don’t want a baby yet. You had just gotten steady recently, and having a child will wreck that steadiness for sure. You want to keep him to yourself as much as you can, and a child will take your time with each other away. Yet, you don’t know how to tell him that, because he’s determined to have one as soon as possible.
“I’m leaving now. I’ll pick you up later,” Kuroo speaks. He plants a kiss on your forehead before turning away. The way he turned his back at you, the way he frowned a little, it broke your heart. So you grab his hand and pull him back towards you. “Yes, my love?”
“Should we start trying for a child?” You look up to him with shaky eyes, and he saddens at your expression. He wraps his arms around you, your head falling onto his abdomen, while his hand pets the back of your head.
“Love, I’m not asking for a child immediately, so don’t get pressured. Just take my baby fever as a promise that I want to start a family with you and only you,” he reassures you, but you know he’s partly lying about it. Kuroo is a man who doesn’t give up until gets what he wants.
Kuroo’s Plan C has failed. He has no choice but to do his Plan D. (Will be posted soon if you know, you know.)
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Facts:
Fevers turn on the body’s immune system. They help the body fight infection. Normal fevers between 100° and 104° F (37.8° - 40° C) are good for sick children.
Fevers only need to be treated if they cause discomfort. Most fevers don’t cause discomfort until they go above 102° or 103° F (39° or 39.5° C).
Most fevers from infection don’t go above 103° or 104° F (39.5°- 40° C). They rarely go to 105° or 106° F (40.6° or 41.1° C). While these are “high” fevers, they also are harmless ones.
Fevers that don’t come down to normal can be caused by viruses or bacteria. The response to fever medicines tells us nothing about the cause of the infection.
*⁀➷ summary: there’s nothing quite as domestic as getting rid of household pests together
*⁀➷ pairing: kuroo tetsuro x reader
*⁀➷ words: 1032
*⁀➷ tags/warnings: meet-cute to established relationship to married , spider mention because they’re cleaning. i hope this feels fluffy, light and hopeful <3
*⁀➷ a/n: baobeis secret santa for @serotorin!! merry belated christmas and happy new year!! i hope 2022 is kind to you, and i wish you all the best in everything!! (i hope kuroo isn’t too ooc aksjkdf he is a charming idiot! <3)
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You meet him on Christmas Eve.
No, it’s not like how it is in K-dramas. You’re not holding an umbrella in the snow, he’s not from another dimension, and you don’t twist your ankle and fall only for him to catch you and look lovingly into your eyes.
Youare manning the cashier of a konbini, though. The material of the Santa hat you’re required to wear tickles your forehead.
It’s 5 p.m. when a customer with the most ridiculous hair you’ve ever seen walks in, the bell chiming as he makes a beeline to the chocolate aisle. The sky is grey outside, and light snow is already starting to fall. At this time, most people have already gone home to their families to get ready for a night out shopping or celebrating, so there’s no one else in the konbini but the two of you.
It’s hard for you to get excited about the festivities when you’re so far away from home.
You stare listlessly at the fluorescent lights until the customer comes up to the counter and you get a better look at his face. He’s…sort of handsome, but that hair could really use a little styling. You note his suit and shoes (he’s probably an office worker) and the amount of chocolates in his basket (likely for colleagues or friends). You like the way he hands you the money with both hands.
“Merry Christmas Eve!” he greets cheerily as you print his receipt.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” you reply, then wince a little at how unenergetic you sound. Hopefully he won’t complain to your boss about you dampening the Christmas spirit or something.
You bow a little as he pockets his change, but he doesn’t leave immediately. Instead, he hands you one of his chocolates, a friendly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“You look a little down,” he explains, but there’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “One would say you have a resting Grinchface.”
It’s so stupid it startles a laugh out of you. He chuckles a little too, and you think that maybe you can forgive his horrible hair.
“Thank you for the chocolate,” you smile, grateful, “but please never do that again.”
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“Okay, okay, here me out. I have a brilliant idea. How about,” Kuroo spreads his arms dramatically, as if introducing a phenomenal concept previously unknown to man, “we don’t clean the house this year?”
You raise an unimpressed eyebrow. He grins, half-hopeful, half-pleading. You stare him down for a few minutes until he deflates, flopping next to you onto the sofa.
“My one day off for the week, and you want me to clean,” he whines, butting your shoulder with his cheek until you look at him. He’s pouting, but you’ve always taken pride in being able to resist his self-proclaimed invincible puppy dog eyes. You put your hand on his head, turning his face to the bookshelf.
“Tell me, how many spiders do you see there?”
He squints, scouring the spaces between books. “Um. Four.”
You shiver. “Yes. Four. And you’ll get rid of them for me.”
There’s nothing quite as domestic as getting rid of household pests together. You start from late morning to early afternoon, the hours swept away like dust amidst your squealing as Kuroo teasingly lets the spiders crawl near you before snatching them up. You can’t see his smile beneath the mask he’s wearing, but the familiar crinkle of his eyes warms your heart more than feeble winter sunlight.
He collapses on a stool after you’re done cleaning, complaining about his back pain from having to heave the books back to their respective shelves. “We’re done, right? Please tell me we’re done.”
You grin, wicked. “Kitchen next.”
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“We have oranges in the fridge, don’t we?” You tilt your face away from your phone screen to glance at Kuroo, who’s just putting the leftover rice into the fridge.
“Yep!” He ducks and takes the container with oranges out, putting the leftover rice in at the same time.
It’s your first New Year married, and though you don’t say anything about it, there’s something giddy and warm hanging in the air. The thought of welcoming a new year full of uncertainties and possibilities scares you a little, but there is one constant.
That constant sinks into the seat next to you, the container on his lap. The sofa is angled to catch the first glimpse of fireworks from your apartment window. Even though it’s near midnight, you can feel the night air outside thrumming with life, the streets and shops brightly lit with anticipation.
You lean into each other, huddled in the sweaters you knitted for Christmas. “I’ll be spending another year with you,” Kuroo says suddenly, softly. Your heart melts at the wonder in his voice, as if he’s realising this for the first time and can’t be more pleased.
“Yes, you idiot,” you say fondly.
“Not just this year!” he insists. “There’s many, many more to come.” He wiggles his ring finger, grinning cheekily. “You can’t escape me.”
You roll your eyes. “If I wanted to escape, I would’ve done it at the altar.”
Things have started to settle. The both of you have come a long way from konbini cashier and part time salesman living in a cheap apartment to having stable jobs and being married. Married. Sometimes, the awe hits out of nowhere, that you really have a person to go through those wedding vows with you.
To have and hold. Kuroo snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
In sickness and health. You open your mouth as he feed you an orange.
The first boom sounds, a pretty purple and silver firework lighting up the night sky. Kuroo noses your hair, gently kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.
To love and cherish.
“Love you forever,” he whispers. “Forever and ever and ever until the sun explodes 5 billion years from now.”
“How do you even remember that?” you wonder, huffing out a laugh before kissing him back.
“Love you too.” You catch a glimpse of your ring, reflecting the light from the fireworks. “Happy New Year.”
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: i’m so sorry for not updating! things got really messy with school lol anyways, here’s an update for you! thank you for waiting!
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I had a mistake last update so here is the original, i’m so sorry I didn’t notice it.
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: so sorry for slow updates, a lot of work has been piling up. but slowly making progress! might clme back to everyday updates soon!☺️ tysm for almost 100 followers!
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: almost a week since the last update, so here it is! so sorry to keep you all waiting! just had a lot of work to do. might be limiting updates once or twice a week as of now. sorry if i didn’t reply to those who asked to be in the taglist, but i promise i see and read everything and i add all of you to the taglist! so you guys can just literally put “can i be added to the taglist?” and i’ll add you instantly!
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: conversations will still be with karasuno but i promise there will be more nekoma conversations once (y/n) gets to know them!! ☺️
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: one or two updates per day until i finish all my homework hope i finish everything before sunday☺️ anyways, daichi calling (y/n) baby is *chefs kiss* i’ll have fun facts about ah, love at the end of the series! so make sure to wait for that!
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: pls don’t be shy to interact with the series i love reading comments and it gives me so much serotonin i might have another series once i finish this, but for now updates will be slow as i have to finish some school related stuff.
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
warnings: there will be parts in the conversation where the boys are thirsty for u but there will be no sexual interactions until they all come of legal age
and you were sure he’d noticed. he’s not stupid, after all. he’s the smartest person you know. maybe not the most intuitive—because that would be kenma—but he was the most intelligent. he’s probably picked up on it already. whenever he tries to talk to you, you give him a nonchalant or an uninterested response. you avoid him in the hallways. and you don’t wait for him after your club so you can walk home together. you’ve stopped interacting with him outside of school entirely.
oh yeah, he’s definitely noticed. currently, you’re sitting next to him in geography. the teacher’s blabbering about some sort of religious impact on economy and agriculture. you couldn’t care less. this was an elective, anyway. all you had to do was get more than seventy-percent in the final exam and your report card wouldn’t even have a dent.
“oi, chibi,” kuroo nudges you in the slightest way. you roll your eyes, pretending to read the textbook, “you know, you’re five pages behind, right?”
your cheeks heat up almost instantaneously. you flip the pages, and scribble something on your notebook as you continue paying “attention”. the volleyball captain only snickers next to you, “who are you fooling, chibi? you’re not listening to the class at all.”
“maybe if you’d shut your trap, i could focus better,” you grit your teeth. he laughs breathily, hiding it with his palm so the teacher doesn’t see, “tell me, chibi-”
“that is not my name. and stop talking, please. this is important for the exam.”
he shuts up after that. you feel bad, but you only tell yourself it’s better for the long run. if you were being truthful to yourself, it was hurting you just as much as it hurt him. you were kind of, sort of in love with him, after all. avoiding him was your first thought when you came to the conclusion. you’ve been doing so for weeks.
the day passes smoothly. and you being you, leave the school grounds as soon as your club finished its course for today. you check your wristwatch as you’re leaving the library—the volleyball team doesn’t dismiss for another half hour. you still have time.
“hello there, chibi.”
well, shit.
you stop in your tracks, turning to see kuroo tetsurō standing there by the gate of the school. you’re definitely taken aback. why is he not in the gymnasium? what about practice?
“i think you forgot that i’m the captain of the team,” he smugly says, walking towards you, “i can cancel practice whenever i want if i have a reasonable excuse.”
“you’re a shit captain, then,” you scoff, beginning to walk away. he follows you though, catching up to you as he exclaims, “oh come on, what did i do wrong?”
“what?” you ask, “you didn’t do anything.”
“then why are you ignoring me?” he questions, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. you halt too, looking up at him as you wrack your brain for some sort of excuse, “for the past month, you haven’t even spoken to me properly. we stopped hanging out after school entirely because one day, you decided to up and leave my life.”
“i was busy,” you meekly mumble, “sorry.”
“bullshit,” he laughs dryly, “do you really think i can’t tell when people are mad at me?”
you sigh in a defeated tone, “i’m not… mad at you.”
“of course you deny it,” he rolls his eyes, “you know what, screw it. be that way. i’m sorry i bothered you.”
he turns to walk away. you can’t really blame him. he’s been there whenever you needed him since middle school, and you quite literally just dropped him when you realized you were in love with him. it wasn’t his fault—he always overreacted like this or blamed himself for things that weren’t even his fault. you’d seen it happen firsthand. whenever kenma got sick, kuroo would end up blaming himself. he would say he isn’t a good friend, and would go over to kenma’s place to take care of him. it was sort of adorable to you, but also bittersweet. you bite your lip as you see his retreating figure. he’s getting farther and farther away, and you can only imagine what must be going through his head.
you let out a deep breath before running after him.
“tetsurō!” you yell. he stops walking immediately, slightly turning his head. his eyes widen when he sees you running at him in full speed, and you stop when you’re inches away from him. you pant, hands on your thighs as you try to regain your normal breath.
“i’m sorry,” you let out an exasperated sigh, “i’m sorry, okay? something happened and i got a little insecure and i avoided you because i didn’t want to share it with you. you would’ve found out eventually because you can read me like a book, and i didn’t want that to happen.”
“you avoided me because you didn’t want me to find out what’s going on in your life?” he mumbles, trying to make sense of what you said, “do you realize how dumb that sounds?”
you blush, “yes, i know how dumb that sounds.”
“are you sure you’re not mad at me? did i do something stupid or say something hurtful?” he asks. you shake your head.
he nods. an awkward sort of tension fills up the area surrounding the two of you, and he asks, “can you tell me why you were avoiding me now? i-is that why you’re talking to me again?”
“uh,” you pause, “i-i don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“i won’t push it, don’t worry,” he says, ruffling your hair. you groan, pushing his hand off as he laughs. there’s a sort of bitter feeling snipping away at your chest when you look at his face. he hides himself, though, turning away as he begins to walk again. your voice gets stuck in your throat, but you start walking too.
you’d tell him one day. you just weren’t ready yet.
Description: You and your boyfriend, Kuroo decide to make the night last as long as possible to which suggests an activity which keeps your two up deep into the night.
Rating: Fluff, Smut
Disclaimer: Sex, Nudity, Insecurities, Cunnilicus, Vaginal Sex, Established Relationship
“Fucking bullshit!” Kuroo yelled at the TV which was playing the latest mutant monster movie. Apparently, King Kong using weapons against Godzilla was ‘cheating” as he so passionately stated about fifteen times in the past thirty minutes.
You laughed, tears welling in your eyes from both the lack of sleep and the giggly mood you were in. Tonight was the last day of your and Kuroo’s first semester in college which had a lot of emotions come up. Both of you silently agreed to make the day last as long as possible which led to both of you being half-awake, surrounded by blankets and snacks, watching what must have been the fiftieth movie of the night.
“You’re just mad the big dumb lizard can’t beat brains,” you said with a smirk on your face as Kuroo seemed to burn with the need to go on a rant about how wrong you were but sadly didn’t have the energy for it. He settled for glaring at you with the most concentration he could muster up before he cracked a smile. In the end, both of you ended up laughing, holding onto each other for support.
just thinking about volleyball boys…. i really gotta catch up with haikyuu so i can write about the other twinks i keep seeing
how the boys ride the strap — haikyuu edition (18+ NSFW);
Keiji Akaashi;
elegantly, like he’s done it a thousand times before when — really — you’re the only one he’s done this with.
he likes to do it reverse cowgirl because he knows how much you love watching the curve of his back and the sight of his ass bouncing on your cock.
his moans are divine, especially when you run your nails down his back or slap at his cheeks
“Look at you, riding my dick like a champ. You love it, huh? You love taking this cock, don’t you?”
he looks back at you, his face flush and slick with sweat and nods. “Y-yeah, I love it… feels so good Mistress. You’re going to make me cum…”
your eyes widen. the way he seems to so fucking effortlessly turn you on drives you wild. you grip his hips and fuck deep up into him and his body shivers as he lets out a cry.
he loses his composure as you (very rudely) abuse his prostate and digs his nails into your thighs in a feeble attempt to steady himself. his moaning only gets more lecherous as you fuck him into his orgasm.
as much as he likes to put on a show for you, he equally loves how hard you make him cum when you fuck him like a whore.
Tobio Kageyama;
hesitantly. his face is bright red and his eyes are squeezed shut as he nervously rides you. he’s so embarrassed, his mind is racing a million miles a minute, why are you making him do this? you’re always so mean to him!
you sigh and roll your eyes. “How boring. You’re not even moving, Tobio.”
“S-shut up! You’re the one who–aah– who wanted me to do this!” he glares at you with teary eyes. he just wants you to fuck him dumb like you normally do (not that he’d ever say that), having to do it himself is just… humiliating!
you shuffle underneath him and he sees that you’re grabbing your phone. at first he thinks you’re going to record him — you’ve done it before, after all. he braces himself for further humiliation but is taken aback when he hears you playing a game.
“Are you seriously playing Candy Crush while we’re having sex?!” he snaps. he can’t believe he’s jealous of fucking candy crush.
“Well you’re not moving so I thought we weren’t fuckin’ anymore.” you shrug.
“I-I’ll move…” his voice quiets to where it’s barely audible.
the way his face is scrunched up makes you think he’s about to cry, and you almost feel a little bad for him. almost.
he ends up being horrible at riding, and he never gets over his shyness— which of course means you make him do it all the time.
Tetsuro Kuroo;
with gusto! he’s an eager beaver as much as he tries to deny it. sometimes you feel like he’s trying to break your pelvis, but you realise the blame lies solely on your shoulders for turning him into this
he always starts slow, like he’s unsure of himself, but once he gets into it he morphs into an animal in heat
he rides you until he drools and his eyes roll back, overcome with his desire to cum only from your cock.
he is, in fact, the first partner you’ve ever had that has managed to cum purely from anal stimulation. it’s incredibly arousing, but it also makes sense given how harshly he brutalises that poor little prostate of his
the bigger the toy, the better. he especially enjoys the oddly-shaped ones you’d find in fetish adult stores like bad dragon
“Aah~ it’s so deep inside me, Mistress!” he cries. your hands are groping the shapely flesh of his ass, something you’d do even if you didn’t know it drives him wild.
“I can see that, it’s bulging right there.” you remove a hand from his ass to poke at the appearing and receding bulge at the bottom of his stomach, earning a whine from him
he’s rarely ever satisfied with just one prostate orgasm either. needless to say, you’ve never gotten along with your neighbours.
Tooru Oikawa;
boldly. not as animalistic as Kuroo, but he’s a master of showing off and riding your dick is no exception— if anything he shows off even more.
he likes to face you almost as much as he likes to face away, he wants you to get a good look at all of him. he fucks himself on you in the best way that pleases him and gives you a good view of all the action
he gyrates his hips on you, and you’re mesmerised by the way his curved, lube-slicked ass swirls on your cock
“Am I a good boy for you, Mistress?” he asks, gazing back at you with half-lidded eyes. the muscles on his back flex and relax with each motion
you run a hand down his back and he sighs happily. “You’re always a good boy for me, baby. Sometimes it makes me want to mess you up.”
he bites his lip as he rises almost completely off your cock, moaning as he does so. “Then why don’t you?”
you snap. the same way he always makes you snap, and you spend the rest of the night fucking him until you leave him satisfied and limping the next day.
Koushi Sugawara;
slowly, but surely. he likes it when you take things slow, so that’s how he likes to ride it.
he makes sure your cock hits every one of his sweet spots as it enters him, and he throws his head back as he shudders with pleasure.
he uses his hands to toy with his nipples, and though it never feels as good as when you do it, he’s learned to mimic your technique almost exactly.
“Mistress… your cock feels so good inside me… I feel so hot…” he whimpers, nervously locking eyes with you and you watch him hungrily.
“Careful,” you say, almost growling. “If you turn me on any more then I’ll have to fuck that cute little hole until you break.”
he moans at your words and reaches a hand down to stroke his swollen cock. your own wetness pools in your panties as you dig your nails into his soft thighs. your sweet little cock slut always drives you wild with his restraint
you love to watch him pleasure himself with your strap, even though it almost always ends with you losing your patience. he never seems to mind it though, and he especially enjoys it when you fuck his face with your pussy while teasing him about how slutty he is.
