kiyoomi sakusa - the “you have too much nightmares, let me try this method on you”
When you look at Sakusa, you wouldn’t guess any of his weaknesses… well except for one maybe
He always speaks so confidently, if he doesn’t feel secure, he just doesn’t speak
So even if you’ve been their manager for… several years, you still know as much about this man’s weaker sides as if you met him yesterday, or even less.
The surprise on your face when you binge watched a series at night, and you suddenly felt the scream definitely coming from outside your headphones was indescribable
Was the room next to yours… Sakusa’s?
you thought nothing of it, but night after night, you heard a lot more, you heard crying, ventilating, calling out random names, and finally you decided that not only is this interrupting your sleep, it’s not healthy for the wing spiker either
come on, the next day is game day, he has to be on his best abilities
nobody wants to deal with grumpy kiyoomi, nobody has the guts
so you remember a method your friend has told you about that their s/o uses on them
it took a lot of courage, but there you are, about to knock on his door…
Sakusa flinched hearing knocks on his door. That definitely wasn’t just a comeback from a dream. Someone’s knocking on his door. Was he being too loud? Did he wake someone up? He prays that it’s just someone wanting something, even if it’s around 2AM, and who on earth would want someone at 2AM.
Normally he would’ve been pissed off, but now he wished for this scenario to come true.
He put on a hoodie before opening the door, since it was cold outside the sheets, besides, who wants to see him in his underwear, right? Especially if it’s marvel themed-
The look on his face when he sees his crush on the other side of the door is priceless. He can practically feel his face going all red.
“Can I help you?” he clears his throat and says lazily, pretending to be annoyed by the fact you allegedly woke him up, even though the tears still flow down his cheeks.
“No, but I can help you” you say, just as embarrassed as he is, and it doesn’t help when he raises his eyebrows like that, so you quickly add “That is, if you like, please feel comfortable to tell me to piss off if I’m being too much, but I have a friend with a problem simmilar to yours and I just…”
“Okay, I’m listening” he interrupts, causing you to look up at him.
When you explain the idea to him, he’s more than pessimistic, he’s laughing in your face, mumbling something about how he thanks you for your concern, but…
You took the opportunity that you’re both sitting on his bed, and just lay on your back.
“Come on, just try”
“No!” he answers almost immediately, but, as he’s also a man of logic…
He really has to be on his best tomorrow, and you’re his only hope at the moment. He reluctantly lays down next to you, and your hand guides his face near your neck.
“Fine, but only so you stop with this idea already. It’s not gonna work.”
You’re both extremely out of your comfort zones, but you’re slowly adjusting. You feel him nuzzle closer, and your hair just instinctly lands in his hair, curling one little curl on your finger.
His showergel smells amazing, by the way. It puts you to sleep instantly, but you know you can’t be the one to pass out first. After a while of silence, you ask him if his trial run has expired already, but there’s no response. His breath evens out, and you’re too afraid to stir away far enough to check if his eyes are closed.
“Kiyoomi? Are you asleep?” you ask, but again, there’s no response.
Oh well.
The next morning he’s so embarrassed that the idiotic idea worked, he can’t even look you in the eyes at breakfast.
atsumu miya as “you’ve been so dejected lately i feel too bad to leave you alone at night”
He didn’t ask for this at all, but yet you ended up being his roommate.
A roommate who was recently going through an extemely tough time.
Seriously, even he feels bad seeing you all in tears all the time, mindless look and not paying attention to anything
Even though you weren’t each other’s favorite people in the world before, you ended up getting closer over the fact that he was the only one to see you at the worst moments
You hated that, but what can you do, there’s no safer place to cry in than your dorm
And even though he kinda made fun of it at first, the longer it kept going, the more concerned he’d get
It got to a point where he literally wouldn’t leave you alone
While still pretending not to like you, of course
Have you eaten? Have you drank something? Have you even left your bed today? How long did you sleep last night? Not at all? You idiot, start taking care of yourself.
You dumbass, you dummy, you moron, you absolute fricking mess
Some of your friends consider him your boyfriend, judging from the messages you get from him
“Dummy, there’s a granola bar in your bag, better eat it” “Hey idiot, I had to run to practice early today. Are you feeling less shitty than yesterday?”
He noticed that, as it is logical, your mood proggressively gets worse as you get tired
And that you actually learned how to cry without sobbing so you don’t wake him up, how thoughtful of you
Well your mistake, now you have an 80kg volleyball player over you.
“Atsu, what’re you doing?” you ask in a tired voice, covering your face with a pillow.
“You’re crying.” he states bluntly, staring at you like a four-year-old.
“Observant, are we?”
“Hey. Dumbass. You didn’t cry for so long already, what happened?” he whispers, sitting by your side, and you can’t mumble words, feeling so ashamed you want to disappear. You fall on your back and pretend not to notice the question.
He sighs audiably.
“Alright then, just know you brought this on yourself” he states, and before you can ask why, he’s already laying beside you.
“W-what’re you doing?” you scream-whisper, right into his blonde hair, and he shivers at the feeling.
“I’m comforting you, isn’t it obvious, you moron?” he hisses. “Although, I can see my mistake now” he states, and you think he’s gonna go back to his own bed, but no, he grabs you by the waist and rolls over, so now you lay on top of him, flustered as ever, thankful for the light being off, at least he doesn’t see your tomato-like face.
“But- Atsumu, please go to your own bed” you plea, but he shakes his head, eyes already closed.
“Nu-uh” he answers “Yours is more comfy, anyway” he jokes, making you chuckle through the tears.
He puts his hand on the back of your head and puts it on his chest.
“Goodnight, dipshit” he whispers, and you manage to fall alseep listening to the steady beat of his heart.
No tears, he’d feel them anyway.
kenma kozume as “the heater broke and i’m cold as hell, can you come here?”
this should not have happened
the guy looks miserable
but, you see, he’s doesn’t have the biggest amount of muscles in his body, his not as ripped as his highschool friends
body fat? also no, he’s a skinny, fairly tall boy who gets cold really easily
for real, he’s wearing a hoodie at all times, and in winter, he looks like a shell of himself
so you’re over at Kuroo’s house on a New Year’s party
the party ended like an hour ago, everyone is asleep
(Lev’s gonna be so dead when Yaku wakes up and finds the tall guy’s head on his stomach)
you’re almost sound asleep in Kuroo’s guest bedroom, so gracefully given to you by the host
the only other person in the room is Kenma, who originally slept in Kuroo’s room together with his best friend, but got annoyed by the weird questions him and Bokuto kept asking
so he asked you if he can sleep on the couch in the room
why wouldn’t you say yes?
earlier that night Kuroo burnt pizza in the oven, so you all opened almost every window in the house to get the smell to leave
and kinda forgot to close the ones in the bedrooms
but no worries, you have a radiator
…right?
why is the radiator set on the highest temperature and still stone cold?
well, doesn’t matter, you can just wrap yourself in the heavy sheets
Kenma, on the other hand, only has a small blanket
And since it’s a party, he’s wearing a shirt, not a hoodie
The boy’s freezing
“Hey, are you asleep?” you hear a very quiet whisper coming from the couch.
“Thought you’re here cause you couldn’t stand the chit-chat, Kenma?” you ask with a grin on your face.
“Yeah, right. Sorry.” he mumbles and you hear him shift in his spot, visibly annoyed by the circummstances. There’s a moment of silence, in which he can feel his face almost burn down from embarrassment.
Oh, my god, you sound like you’re annoyed with him here. Areyou? Come on, tell him you aren’t. He should just let you sleep.
But does he really want to spend the rest of his night feeling his feet hurt from cold? Fuck, Kuroo, you and your stupid pizza.
He gets up, tightly wrapped in his blanket, and checks the radiator.
“It’s definitely broke” he sighs, touching the cold surface, and turns back to the couch, falling on it face down, letting out a groan.
You giggle at his action, and he opens his eyes immediately, hearing the sound of your voice.
“Kenma… I offered you the bed once already, it’s warmer” you start, but he raises his hand and shakes it in a disagreeing gesture.
“No no, please, don’t worry” he mumbles against the couch, trying to ignore the, ironically, burning sensation in his legs. Is this a bedroom or is this Antarctica?
“Oh, come on” you say, opening the sheets. “We don’t want you to freeze, do we now?”
Oh my god, what did you do. There’s so much thoughts racing through his mind right now. Should he do it? It sounds so nice… But should he really?
Fuck it, he thinks, you’re offering, he can’t turn down an offer from you.
He lazily walks over to the bad and lays down next to you, at a reasonable distance, only to hear you laugh again. He spares you an annoyed glance, and you shake your head slightly, rolling over next to him, covering him with the sheets you have wrapped around yourself so tightly, and using his chest as a pillow.
Hold on, that’s not what he signed up for. Why are you… How…?
He hesitantly and gently puts his arm around you, relaxing his body, the scent of your shampoo making him slightly dizzy.
Please don’t notice how fast his heart is racing. This is fine. It doesn’t mean anything, he can promise.
rintaro suna as “hey dude, i hear cuddling helps you sleep, wanna try?”
the most chill person out there
literally you would never have guessed how nervous he was before asking you
it’s just another week, another game and another hotel you are all staying in
and fate is definitely on his side today, since his bedroom is literally next door to yours
he got to your door and left without doing anything about three times before he eventually decided to be a man and knock
has a master plan in his mind
he’s gonna show you a website with an article about how cuddling (allegedly) makes you sleep better
and he’s just gonna be so causal about it
he’s just gonna knock, put on an emotionless smirk and ask you, just like he always does
but here’s the think, he’s not so chill on the outside
“how should I call them? their name? a pet name? bro? no, too much”
but, he does end up knocking
“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” you turn your head to the door to see a figure of Suna in only his underwear and an oversize t-shirt with the logo of some metal band.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you ask, voice hoarse as you were already drifting off.
“I read this super cool thing, wanna see?” he seems not to mind your comment, as he walks over to your bed and practically throws himself beside you, not minding you laying there, shoving his phone in your hands.
“… help you fall asleep in just three minutes…” you’re mumbling under your breath as you read the headline. “Rin, this sounds so fake” you laugh, falling back on your pillows, as he sighs.
“I wanna try, and it’s either you or Kita, and he gives me serial killer vibes” he mutters, earning yet another serie of laughter from you.
But seeing the serious hint in his eyes, you lift your hands in surrendering gesture.
“Go on with it, Mr Romantic” you state, watching in amusement as he groans at the comment and burries his face in your pillow.
You’re sure this is him considering this mission a failed one and giving up, but then he looks up
“Well, are you coming?” he asks completely serious, and you have nothing left to do than hug him and settle your face in the crook of his neck, not minding as his breathing lifts your hair from time to time and tingles your skin.
Can someone feel your blush through their skin? You surely hope not.
tobio kageyama as the almighty “the hotel room has only one king size bed and we need to share”
He never would’ve thought his teammates would betray him like this
What the hell do they mean there’s only two people rooms available and they’re all in pairs already
Honestly, primary school all over again
ugh
His perfectly happy to be sleeping alone, when he finds out you’re his roommate
this is fine tobio, don’t freak out
well he’s composed about it
a little bit of a “tch” and “well I guess there’s nothing we can do about it”
internally he’s a little girl now, but you never would’ve guessed judging by the annoyed grimace on his face
because how does it matter if you’re sleeping in the same room, it’s not like he was planning to run around naked, right?
it all changes once you press the card to open the room, and when he so gentleman-like lets you enter first, you find out there’s only one, big, king sized bed for couples exclusively
the only thing missing are rose petals and candles prepared for newlyweds
you try so so hard not to burst out laughing
when he enters, he becomes as white as the walls around
he can’t process this, what the fu-
bet he’s spending hours at the reception desk explaining it’s a huge mistake
unfortunately, these were the only rooms left, sorry not sorry, you’re sleeping together
and that brings you to the situation you’re in currently
He’s almost over the edge of making a wall of pillows between you two. You can’t help but feel a tiny bit offended by it, but you know he’s probably just super hyper embarrassed.
“Yama, who don’t you trust, me, or yourself?” you ask with a proud grin painting your lips as you sit on your side, sheets tucked around your waist, back rested on the wall behind you.
He gives you an annoyed glance, before answering:
“It’s not that”
Once he says that, he proceeds to somehow nestle himself in, but he looks like one of those dolls that come with a bedroom furnishing, almost lifeless, resting on his back with hands straight down his body, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“Relax, will you?” you giggle “You have a game tomorrow, grumpy face”
He rolls his eyes.
You shake your head and turn off the light, mumbling a quiet goodnight, as you turn to your side and place a hand under your head, back facing Kageyama.
Well, this is gonna be a long night, or so you think, up until he falls asleep.
You can physically feel him move around, and you think that’s what’s keeping you awake.
It takes a while for you to realize the star valley ball player is getting unconsciously closer, up until you can feel his breath on your neck.
Ironically enough, it’s you who’s all stiff and nervous now, when suddenly you feel his arm go around your waist.
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me” you mutter, but he shifts dangerously when you speak, so you have to give up side commentary.
You decided to tease him just a bit. He’s the one who’s gonna be flustered when he wakes up, you’re on a winning side by being awake.
You smile to yourself before shifting your body closer to his. He sighs contently, almost making you laugh.
Oh how you want him to wake up and see already.
tetsuro kuroo as “we fell asleep on the couch together and now my hand is in your hair and you’re breathing directly on my neck”
you’re over studying, or just helping him with something
the point is, you were working all day
at some point he suggests getting pizza
hell yeah, pizza
you order a little bit too much of it, but since you both are suckers for pizza, nobody can back up first
and as you know, people tend to get sleepy after they eat too much
he has a wide couch, so you can both lay beside each other without having to lay ON each other
and as you tend to get a little bit sleepy, you both shift to lay down instead of sitting, still focused on the work, though
you don’t know why, you don’t know how but it just happens that you fall asleep
you obviously don’t see what happens after that, but Kuroo notices you asleep when he asks you multiple questions and you repeatedly don’t answer, he got it like around question number 4
“Lazy much, huh, sleeping beauty?” he mutters to himself, but smiles unconsciously as he glances at your stoic face
and as if that subconsciously impacted his brain, soon enough he can’t find it in himself to keep his eyes open as well.
Kuroo wakes up to an annoying pain in his neck, causing him to hiss and automatically want to place his hand on the place that ached. Whoops, did he fall asleep on the couch again? Oh well, didn’t he have work to do?
He lifts his hand as he wanted to, but suddenly he feels something shift beneath it, and when he looks down to see you, with your head rested on his chest, breathing slowly, a peaceful smile on your face.
Your legs are tangled with his in some unexplicable manner, and as the man of logic he so obviously is, he can’t even begin to understand how that happened.
Especially why his hand feels so in place, holding you by the waist, closer to himself, and the other one lost somewhere in your hair.
You shift your head slightly up, and sigh contently, now breathing directly on the exposed part of his neck. He somehow manages to not shiver at the tingling sensation, getting more and more flustered by the second.
His heart rate inscreases drastically, making him realize he’s stressed like he’d never been before, as he tries to make up his mind about whether to wake you up, gently push you off and let you rest, or maybe stay in place.
He feels attracted to the last one, but knows it’d only be unfair to you.
But you could wake up if he moved you, and you had a long day, after all…
Maybe he’s gonna let you stay there. Not for long, only five… more… minutes…
keiji akashi as “you’re staying over at my place, you take the bed, i’ll sleep on the floor. no, really, i’m comfortable on the floor. GEEZ FINE we’ll both take the bed, ya happy now?
You wanna know what got you in this situation huh
well, you were over for dinner, but it started raining really heavily
like, really really heavily
and akaashi being the sweetheart that he is, can’t let you go home like that
it’s a long way to the train station, you’re gonna get sick, and what if there’s a traffic accident? he can’t have that
(he just wants to spend more time with you but shh about that)
doesn’t matter how hard you try to convince him you’re gonna be fine. you’re staying and that’s final
it’s cute, he’s cute when he’s worried
well that brings you to where you are currently, already after your shower, dressed in one of akaashi’s t-shirts, oh this feels so couple-ish
you wait for him to finish with his night time routine in his room, admiring all the posters and childhood pictures he has
he has the first ever selfie bokuto took with him framed
when he comes back, that’s when the problems start
“Alright, well, let’s get some sleep, you can take my bed, and I’ll take the floor
And that’s what brings us to the guilt rising in your stomach as you settle in the guy’s sheets, inhaling the heavy scent of his shampoo from the pillow under your head. It’s his house, his bed, and yet he’s sleeping on the floor like some random guest. You’re the random guest here, you can’t help but feel like you’re crashing at his place against his will, and you’re making him uncomfortable.
“ ‘Kaashi?” you whisper, making his eyes open wide to see the dark ceiling of his room. There’s silence for a moment, and then he shifts to turn on the light once more.
“Yeah?” he sighs, bringing one hand up to his face to rub his eyes, unable to open them properly because of the sudden flush of light.
“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the bed?” you ask shyly, making him chuckle as he shakes his head.
“Yes, yes I’m sure. Goodnight” he states gently, turning on the light once again. This is gonna be a long night, he thinks.
You cannot catch your sleep. Damn it, damn your altruism and all that shit.
“Akaashi no, I can’t-“ you’re cut of by the sound of him laughing.
“Oh my god. Fine. If I move to the bed, will you sleep already?” he whines quietly, and seeing you nod in the dark, he gets up and picks up his pillow.
You get off the bed, wanting to swap places with him, but are held back by his hand.
“No, if you sleep on the floor, i won’t be able to close my eyes even for a second” he forbids gently, moving you back to where you were previously laying.
Oh boy, you both think, this is awkward, but the warmth of his body pressed next to yours makes it hard to be mad at him for stopping you from leaving.
YOU KNOW WHAT⁉️THESE CHEATING ANGST THAT I’VE BEEN READING LITERALLY AFFECTED ME MENTALLY–I COULDN’T EVEN VIEW MYSELF BEING WITH MY FAVES ANYMORE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THEY’RE GONNA CHEAT ON ME AND I WOULDN’T BLAME THEM i literally read angst to motivate myself that i deserve better but now im in a slump of insecurity and WRATH
i think seeing an y/n who knows they deserve better and put their cheating partners on their places WOULD HELP so pls recommend some shawtys ☝️
chapter five ; who cares about what kuroo thinks !
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
— this isn’t like STY related, but i learned clown fish can change their sex.
— anyways, yes bokuto and y/n are now living together for the time being, just to see if she can actually feel comfort and away from kuroo.
— kuroo is actually sus about the two hence that he didn’t know that they had fucked till just recently when it’s been months since the break up between kuroo and y/n
yessss!!!! finally y/n accepted bo’s offer! im so glad that y/n is giving it a try and creating distance. hopefully this will allow her to grow and come to terms with the relationship. AND KUROO OMG bitch is just asking to be smacked talking about his date then saying he isn’t one for dating….. THEN as soon as y/n mentions leaving now suddenly he is concerned??? like sir?? i think this distance will be good for both of them and hopefully also help show kuroo what y/n actually means to him. bc rn i think he is just taking her for granted.
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
— obviously bokuto and y/n both had feint reactions to kuroo’s date
— so now if you click thislink, it shows where i did say; he knew what he was doing, just wasn’t sure he was getting a reaction out of it. clearly he thinks he’s not.
— sometimes i regret this story just cause it has kuroo who’s a horny asshole with no heart but then i remember the actual plans i have for it *whistles*
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
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
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──➤ # : smut. ─➤ # : Caught in a snowbound, Kuroo has to work from home. But your sinful envies don’t really match with his working tendencies. Will you be able to keep it quiet for him? Or will you disobey and get punished? It’s entirely up to you. ➤# : Minors please do not interact, +18. Vaginal sex, penetration, degradation, binding.
« Of course, of course… I understand, mhm. The weather is not on our side, this year’s winter is even more cruel than last year’s. Mhm, for sure, for sure… » Without stating the obvious, this pseudo speech, intercut with several hums leaving the frontiers of his lips, belonged to a man who had to work from home. The blame of such a sudden change was the blowing white storm outside and its ceaseless waves of snow coming to crash down on the ground, the roofs, everywhere. The wind which accompanied the blizzard in this symphony to the ode of the muses of the cold weather seemed to be whistling along to the series of affirmations which continued to pour from his lips like a cascade that couldn’t reach its end.
It was a meaningless consecution of affirmative sentences, perhaps sentences that he didn’t even mean in the first place, but oh well, it was what he would call ‘corporate language’, talk to please the person on the other end of the phone and make them hear what they want to hear.
The discussion, which gravitated around the next selling strategy for the upcoming volleyball competition, wasn’t bound to come to an end anytime soon. Meaning that Kuroo had to more or less listen and give half-interested hums of acknowledgement for a few more minutes. He took a seat on the leather chair throning along with his acacia desk in the middle of the room, his gaze fell on the constant flickering of the ambers in the fireplace to seek a distraction from this deafening discussion.
But there he was, saved by the salute of the echoes of your knocks on the door. You knew perfectly well he was on the phone, being able to hear his hums from the other side of the door, but it’s not as if it was going to stop you. And you stepped into the arena that was his office, dressed in the newest set of scarlet lingerie Kuroo had gotten you (after having ripped to pieces the last set no longer than two days ago.) It was flawless, and the melted perfectly with the shapes of your body. But the way the transparency over the fabric which ‘covered’ your breasts, leaving his imagination run to the darkest corners of his mind, was already stimulating his salivary glands. And he knew, from the first glance on your figure and the way you were leaning against the shut door, that he was going to make a mess out of you… And make that new set of lingerie witness the same fatalist fate as the martyr before.
Kuroo didn’t say a word, but the way his fingers pointed at his lap were enough indication for you to understand where you were going to be sitting, after all, you had deemed it as your throne. « Of course, I think it’s the best strategy to valorize the merch. » words fell effortlessly from his mouth, as if he became unfazed by the not so foreign presence on his lap. Or so you thought. « Maybe we could think about asking the MSBY team for some interviews, mhm? » His free hand was busy messily undoing the knot of his tie, far too tight for his liking, before setting his phone in a hold between his ear and his shoulders.
This newfound position gave him the opportunity to undo his belt, the sound of the metal of clicking in unison, and it gave you a hint as where he was going already. You were bound to drag his underwear down, but not before teasing the edge of said underwear with your fingertips (a deed which was saluted with an ill-intentioned glare on his end). « Hold on a second, I’ll be quick. », what a stark comparison between the numbness of his words and the growing bulge obtaining more and more the privilege of omnipotency in the constricting fabric of his boxers.
Kuroo gave a second glance at the phone on his desk, double-checking it was far enough to be able to pronounce the following words without being caught by his correspondent on the other end of the phone call, « All dolled up for me, kitten? How nice of you… » a metaphorical green elixir of mischief dripped down from his words whilst his fingertips found salute on your clothed core, his fingertips moving in appreciation at the sensation of wetness.
« Here’s what we’re going to do, kitten, you’re going to ride my cock like the good girl you are but you have stay quiet, mhm? Good girls don’t want to be punished, do they? » Such a rhetorical question, but you nodded nonetheless, eager to feel full once more by the intoxicating sensation of his girth inside you. You were willing to do anything, give up on your boundaries, bend the holy rules of decency if it meant you could reach nirvana. And your ascension began as you allowed yourself to sink on his length, making a martyr out of your lower lip due to the pressure of your pearly whites. You needed to stay quiet, you needed to be a good girl for him.
Kuroo almost felt a hint of guilt at the palette of crimson shades now coloring your lower lip, but it was a sight to breathtaking to feel anything but pure ecstasy. « Tet— Mmphf! » You plea was cut to a halt by the sudden presence of his palm over mouth mouth, were you going to break his rules so quickly? « What did I say about being a good girl? Don’t make me punish you, I know you’re better than that, kitten. » Oh, the disappointed tone in his voice, a forecast of the sinful nature of events which were bound to happen if you kept playing with fire.
And whilst Kuroo was back on the call, having apologized for a pseudo issue caused by who-knows-what, you were hesitatingly rotating your hips, letting the tip of his length kiss your velvety walls. They were shy, almost experimental rotations. But although they were agonizingly slow, you could already feel the sick sensations of knots forming themselves in your lower stomach. Your palms were laid flat on his broad shoulder, your glance solely focused on the way his cock was filling you up, gracing your insides with how the prominent veins were dancing against your walls.
Fuck, was it hard to keep your composure and not give in to the subtle calls of the muses of passion. But he was on a call, the same hums and other signs of agreement leaving his lips whilst his oculars were fixed on you, an ill-intentioned grin throning amongst his facial features as a sign of a silent victory. You were such a good girl for him.
He tapped his fingertips against your luscious thighs caging him in a hole he’d dream of spending his entire life in, silently telling you to begin a more rushed rhythm. But before you could start, his index found its way against his lips, another wordless way to demand absolute silence on your end. He knew it was pure torture, that’s why he was liking it so much.
And so you obliged, and the vertical motions on his girth became natural until reaching a steady rhythm which wouldn’t expose you to the light of danger. Or so you thought. Your own betrayal manifested itself when he shifted his position in his leather chair, causing the tip of his length to hit against the roof of your core, a terribly sensitive area which held all the nerves which burned under the sudden touch. A dragged moan left your lips before you could even realize it, your body began acting on its own before your mind did, and that’s precisely when you knew you had both lost yourself and he had lost patience.
You could hear a hushed « Kuroo-san, what was that? Is everything okay? » from the other side of the phone, and the silence invading the air was the worst response Kuroo could ever possibly come up with. « I’ll call you back. » It was short, dry even, and the way his voice had dropped a few octaves was the last sign announcing your own end. He pressed the red button on the screen, thus cutting an end to the call. A sigh of pure exasperation had been set free from his lips, and the silence had become agonizing, the stare he was giving you paralyzed your every move, you could only muster enough strength to swallow thickly.
« I’m so— » You were cut off as soon as the sound of your voice drowned in his eardrums. « Did I give you permission to speak? » You nodded negatively. « Do you know just how spoiled you are? I let you ride on my cock because you can’t seem to get enough of it, mhm? I only ask for one thing in return and you can’t do it properly? Get off. Get off of my cock. Now. »
You did as told, respecting the oh so dear rules of performative language, and found yourself standing before him with your knees almost giving in at the severe look plastered upon his facial expression. You opened your mouth to let out another apology, but your poor attempt had been cut short as he crashed his lips onto yours so roughly he was convinced you had awakened the side of him he always tried to keep tamed.
He had enough pity for you to break the kiss once your lungs began to give up due to the lack of oxygen. « Turn around. » You did as told, awaiting for your fate. « Your arms on your back. » He spat out another order, the coldness of his tone was enough to make a trail of chills run down your spine but you obliged nonetheless. « Tetsu— » Once again, cut off. « Did I give you permission to talk? » He asked, although he already knew the answer to his own question, to which you shook your head. « I thought so too. »
The knot of his tie came out easily, having already undone it a bit earlier on, it dangled from his fingers and his free hand pressed your back against the desk, a move which earned a mewl out of you. Then, his hands travelled around your wrists, leaving a soft caress on your palm before binding his tie around your wrists in a tight hold which severely contrasted with the sweet nature of his previous gesture. You winced in response, furrowing your brows together while he was spreading out your legs. « From now on, I don’t want to hear anything. You can moan as much as you want, I don’t give a damn. Got that, kitten? » And although Kuroo always used this nickname in such a sweet way, this time it had been tarnished by a sinful tone. « Y-Yes, sir. » You choked out, a watery veil covering your oculars in anticipation.
You heard nothing but the sound of his suit pants falling to his ankles, the click of the metal of his belt echoing against the floor, followed by the sound of yet another gulp being swallowed down your throat with difficulty. His fingertips found your core, and they were met with the wetness coating the area. Were you worth cherishing? Certainly not. And yet, he took it upon his kind heart to flick your sweet bundle of nerves, alternating between circular and pinching motions to stimulate you just enough to bring you on the verge of your apex. And just when your moans followed the crescendo of your sensations, he ceased all kinds of motions with a wicked grin on his face.
You couldn’t help but whine in frustration at the sudden lack of touch, your apex hitting a harsh stop so suddenly. « What was that? You’re complaining? » Kuroo half asked, taking a fistful of your hair to orientate your head towards him. « S-Sir, no… I just need, I need… Fuck, sir, I-I need… » Your words were mere hopes against him, your mouth was mouthing unintelligible sounds which found no purpose. « You don’t even know what you’re begging for, how fucking pathetic. » He released the hold on your hair, letting your head fall against the wooden surface of his desk while a string of whimpers left your lips.
« Ah! Please, sir, p-please, just fuck me… » You pleaded, hoping that you’d bent his heart somehow. But you were greeted with a harsh slap right on your derrière in retaliation, « Did I give you permission to speak? You’re fucking lacking politeness, what a slut you are. »
And it was the last vocal warning before he slammed his hips against yours, the latter caused him to dig his pearly whites into his lower lip to prevent any unwanted groan from leaving his mouth at the sensation of your walls wrapping around his cock so tightly. ‘So fucking tight’, he thought, knowing your cunt was made for him and him only. He had to still himself for a few seconds, adjusting to the iron grip which could’ve made him come undone at this very instant, you were too eager for your own good. And yet, you wanted to beg for him to move, do something, but you had to stay silent.
« You. Just. Can’t. Stay. Fucking. Silent. » Each word was accentuated by a slam of hips, followed by the sound of his testicles slapping against your skin. How you wished to bring your fist to your mouth, to bite your poor martyr of a hand at the violence of his thrusts which seemed to increase each time he moved. Pearls of salt gathered at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall at any given second as Kuroo’s thrusts grew more rapid and more precise, kissing effortlessly the myriad of nerves adorning the roof of your core.
The moans fell from your lips like a cascade which couldn’t reach its own end, and so the tears fell. Kuroo, on the other one hand, rolled his head back in ecstasy while maintaining an iron grip on your tied wrists, thus guarantying you to have scarlet marks.
You knew you couldn’t come undone just yet, at least not when Kuroo was feeling like this, but he was close to his own end judging by the ferocity of his thrusts making a martyr out of your poor derrière which was bound to be colored by a palette of crimson shades as well. The inferno had been set free from its chains in Kuroo’s lower stomach, the blood rushing down to his girth in anticipation for the grand finale. « Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Look at what you— Ah! Fuck, look at what you do to me, squeezing my cock so hard like the f-fucking slut you are. » Truthfully, Kuroo needed to gather all of his strength to prevent any loose grunt from leaving his lips at the same time as his curses.
But he was only a mere man facing his temptations. « C-Cum with me, now! » He spat the words in pure lustful frenzy, losing himself in his own thrust while you could only resume to moan your pleasure away. Your were digging your fingernails in your own palms behind your back, drawing crescents into your flesh in order to distract yourself from the fact you were bound to come undone at any given moment.
Your mind was spiraling into a state of blankness, your body falling numb as you witnessed the metaphorical gates of heaven opening themselves before your sins. A hot trail of liquid painted your blank canvas with stains of sins and passion, and in return, the elixir of your own pleasure leaked down the sides of his cock while he was still thrusting his cum into you, all in a cacophony of sounds of pleasure.
Then the movements ceased, leaving room for more silence and choked breath. A trail of drool leaked from your mouth onto his desk, Kuroo stared at the ceiling while trying to re-gain the control of his breathing. The harsh grip of his hands around your wrists loosened up a bit, until they turned into mere caresses. Such a contrast with his previous deeds.
Kuroo was welcomed with a dragged whimper when he pulled out, the sudden feeling of vacuity replacing in the least pleasing way possible the sensation of his cock. And while you were about to fall down on the floor, your knees shaking from the aftermath of your orgasm, Kuroo’s grave voice shook you away from your thoughts. « Don’t move. I’m going to get the silk ropes, I’m done not with you yet. »
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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
I want so badly to get back into writing and finish up the requests I have. But to do that I’ll have to get back into writing. So I’m just going to write a few things that make me excited, just simple little things I’ve been too scared to do since I kind of left y’all hanging out to dry. I’m not sure if I deserve to come back after all I’ve done, but I’m going to try and I’m going to try to come back better.
We already know it’s a miracle he even got to date you, he’s not gonna fuck up this chance.
Mad Lesbian vibes. So respectful of you and your ideals and all that shit while also disrespecting you and all your ideals and shit.
The BIGGEST TEASE. Like what a fucking RAT this one.
It’s like everything you do he’ll make fun of you for it (in a cute way ofc).
And he never lets you live shit down either. Like never ever.
That one time you laughed so hard at his shitty science joke milk come out, one of his favorite memories. You tripped down the stairs and landed on your ass and then farted, first thing he tells your parents when he meets them.
But really, he does it out of love. He likes seeing you flustered and smiling over all the embarrassing shit you’ve done. You can almost think of it as a way to desensitizing yourself to all the stupid shit that happens so it doesn’t sting so much thinking about it.
Speaking of! This boy wants you to be happy all the time! He’s going to go at your pace, be it slow or really fast.
If you love PDA he is your guy because he loves PDA. Especially in front of Yaku.
Hand holding, arm wrapped around your shoulder, kisses and hugs. The whole package.
He never half asses it either. It’s either full on kisses or hugs or whatever or nothing at all because that’s the type of person he is.
If it’s a halfhearted kiss he’s gonna make you do it again. An awkward side hug? Uh-uh, he’s gonna stop you and make you hug him the ✨right way✨
Of course, he’s not really… good at it at first, and he’ll be blushing like a dumbass because he’s getting touched by the person he loves… but its sweet and he gets better overtime.
Did someone say ‘emotionally available’? Cause Kuroo heard it, and he’s here for it.
He’s going to be open with you, because he trusts you and he wants you to trust him. () He’s gonna tell you what he’s feeling, and all he want is for you to listen.
If he had a really tough loss to some other volleyball team he’s going to go to you. He’s gonna cry, and then he’s gonna take you out to get something to eat.
Same goes for you, if you need to vent he’s the best bitch for it.
He’s ready to listen to you before you can even say “So today this bitch-“also ready to throw hands with whoever that is
Dates with him are few and far because of work and volleyball and school work. You know, the fun stuff.
But when they do happen? Oh honey.
He will absolutely go all out as a sorry. Fancy restaurants, amusement parks, expensive jewelry and candies and all that sweet stuff.
Though his personal favorites are when you go to museums with him and listen to him nerd out about everything there. It really cements to him how much he loves you.
He def calls you kitten, its his favorite, but he probably also calls you something stupid and nerdy like ‘my mitochondria✨~~’ or something else unattractive.
Oh! Oh! His ears are very sensitive, if you touch them he’ll shiver and almost purr like a cat!
Hates it when you do it around anyone, so feel free to do it around everyone to see his face light up like Christmas lights.
Its what he deserves :)
Overall he’s a very sweet loving boyfriend, and just wants to do this right. ❤️
A/N: Ahhhhh! This felt really good to write. I’ve been kind of too scared to write anything at all, so getting this done was so nice. I feel so excited to post again, but I’m also scared since I don’t think I am allowed to post after all my breakdowns and broken promises. Still, I’m going to try, so here’s my mediocre pick up. I hope you enjoyed
