#heavy on kuroo tho

[tetzoro]

inhaling all the fluff i can get my hands on today (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

More Nekoma hcs

• One time after an intense match Kuroo makes the mistake of taking the whole team out for hot pot, his treat. Never again. His wallet is in SHAMBLES, especially after the menaces that are Inuoka, Tora, Fukunaga, and Yaku get their hands on the meat menu. At least Kai helped with the bill

• Yaku is secretly super sappy— he gets emotional when reminiscing about the past, he loves romance manga, he tears up at sad movies, etc etc. Kai and Kuroo know about it and love teasing him in private but would never expose his softer side to the rest of the team. He totally bawls at graduation though and no one's suprised (they all knew)

• Shibayama and Inuoka are little gossips, they're always whispering to each other and giggling behind their hands (kinda like Tsuki and Yamaguchi but less bitchy lmao). They're the types to have conversations entirely made of inside jokes so if you hear them in passing it sounds like incoherent gibberish

• Thinking about that panel of Fukunaga holding an entire bunch of bananas, I think he'd bring whole-ass watermelons to school and scoop them out with a spoon for lunch. At first Tora’s appalled by it— as he is with most things Fukunaga does— but eventually he joins in. You’ll often find them hunched over a melon in the courtyard shoveling away like maniacs and spitting seeds into the air. Kenma thinks its the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen

• While we're talking about manga panels look at Inuoka swinging his tie around in the bg. He never ties it right, it drives Shibayama insane so he fixes it for him.

• One thing I like about stage play Kai is that he kinda has a short fuse and is a bit more sarcastic. I think he deserves a good scream in the club room at least once a week (Kuroo and Yaku guard the door so he can do it in peace)

• The third years are kinda like the Date Tech Alums in that they just show up to random practice games and heckle the team from the stands. Yaku's screaming at Lev about his form, Kuroo's teasing Kenma and Tora, Kai made a bingo sheet.

• Fukunaga has the kind of ADHD where he picks up a new hobby every week. Sometimes he's in the club room crocheting, sometimes he's learning yo-yo tricks, folding intricate paper cranes, rubix cubes, cup stacking, card shuffling, juggling, you name it. His favorite will always be cooking though, he uses the team as a test audience for new recipies.

[blockedbykei]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 !!

— haikyuu men as your boyfriend (ft. tsukki, tobio, hinata, kuroo, osamu, oikawa, & ushijima)

— a/n: in the midst of writing another fic (spoiler alert: it's kageyama), i've decided to rest my brain and give you an insight as to how the haikyuu men will be your boyfriend lol (lets pretend i didn't just insert my boyfriend's attitude in some of these dudes bc he is as sassy as tsukki and as obsessed with vball as kageyama)

tsukishima kei

- the type of boyfriend to close his fist when you try to hold his hand

- pretends he doesn't know you when you do something embarrassing

- greets you like he's annoyed but he actually isn't, he'll give your forehead a kiss after

- he's very supportive of your clothing, wear a bra and an underwear wherever you go– he wouldn't care. but when he senses the crowd isn't safe, he would constantly remind you to put a hand on your chest when you bend, or put a hand on your knee when you sig

- he gets flustered easily when you giggle whenever you see him use his phone without glasses and look like this -.-

- everyone says he's shy when it comes to pda. and that is so true. he would hold your hand but most of the time, you wrap your hand around his fucking pinky. he would occasionally wrap an arm around your shoulders, or you'd wrap your hands around his arm. kisses in public are chastised into cheeks or temples

- whenever you fight and you go to your room to sulk alone, he walks in without knocking, scooches on the bed beside you, and spoons you. it hurts him to see you cry even if you don't see it in his face, and he'll hold you in silence until you've gathered the courage to face him and talk about it

- biggest gift giver EVER

- he would literally get you anything that you want. you send him a pic of a dress and tell him you want it? he'll buy it for you even if you don't tell him to

- remembers every date of a special occasion, like first kiss, when you said yes to being his boyfriend, all that stuff

- when you're together for a long time, you don't talk that much yet you do your hobbies together. not because nothing's new and fun anymore, but because you've gotten so used to each other that the silence between you was comforting and filled with so much love.

- when you do talk though, you'd think he wouldn't indulge in whatever topic you ensue, but he would actually talk to you like it is the hottest tea in the century

- is a small spoon when he's so needy

- because of his love for strawberry shortcake, he actually knows how to bake it. you have it every weekend. and if he isn't so busy, you'd have it everyday.

- he taught you how to bake it *swoons*

- he smells like strawberries because he uses your perfumes all the time

kageyama tobio

- he smells the ball from far away

- like when you're both on a date or just hanging out outside, the minute he hears that exact sound of a volleyball bouncing on the ground, he will snap his head towards that direction

- LIKE A DOG

- i hc that he knows how to play the piano, so he has one in his room. when you hang out, you lay on the bed and he plays whatever song that comes into his mind

- he's so awkward even if you guys have been together for a long time

- on the court he's all badass but he's actually a loser LMAO

- biggest loser ever but he's so cute though

- like when he asked you out on a date, he was bowing and yelling "PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME" like he's so desperate and pathetic it's so adorable

- he's a good bf tho even if sometimes he's too preoccupied with volleyball. it's you above everything else so if you called him in the middle of practice, best believe he's running to you in a minute

- he's such a heavy sleeper. he sleeps with his eyes open sometimes and it creeps you out to wake up in the middle of the night with him staring at you with half lidded eyes

- when you fight he sometimes cries and will ask u to hold him

- doesn't know social cues sometimes you feel like you're mothering him but in a good way

- awkward kisser too sometimes he forgets to close his eyes

- when he takes a shit, it's always hard. like his poop is hard, so you hear him grunting in the bathroom

- he smells like metal sometimes but when he's at home he smells like markers its kind of addicting

hinata shoyo

- fucking TONE DEAF

- sucks at cooking, prefers your food over anyone else's

- loves cuddling he's such a tiny clingy baby you just want to eat him up and keep him in your stomach

- when you're sad, he goes out of his way to make you smile, even if it includes him hetting hurt

- compliments you ALL the time like he's all "wow baby you're so good at this and that you're so amazing please marry me"

- sticks to your side at every social gathering and will hold your hand the whole time

- he will feel like a literal baby if you're taller than him, and he LOVES taller women i so believe that

- when a match lasts for more than 3 sets, hinata is extremely tired and will pass out the minute he steps foot into your home

- he smells really good, like his skin smells amazing

- will do skincare with u bc he's sometimes as overdramatic as you when he sees red bumps on his face

- loves to give and receive a massage

- he's so chronically online too bc he's influenced by kenma so he's always up to date with all the trends and music. but he's also incredibly stupid with technology

- his phone always overheats

- twitches randomly in his sleep and sometimes he's so messy in bed he ends up pushing you off

- loves to take baths with you and let you play with his hair hehe

- the softest boy ever too like you would both always have a kitten staying in your home until someone can foster or adopt them because there's always a lot of sick strays outside of your home

- has a sweet tooth. his favorite is cotton candy

kuroo tetsuro

- he's actually emo sometimes

- sometimes because not only with his stupid bangs, but because when you're not giving him attention, he will play loud music that will get your attention, sit on the couch, and cross his arms and pout until you look at him

- he's one of those people that will get mad when you touch his hair

- smells like soap

- he treats you like a princess though like when he brings you to his parties he will bring you EVERYWHERE

- like a bodyguard too, will bring all your stuff even if they're heavier than his gym bag

- you're the one to always patch things between him and kenma when they fight because they're like literal children

- asks for your help to get kenma to eat when he plays too much

- a whiny bitch too like he's the type of person that's actually so clean so when he encounters a room that's dirty or a bathroom he thinks is too wet or has too much grime in the tiles, he will gag and pinch his nose (same goes for tsukishima)

- has a good sense in fashion, he dresses you A LOT

- puts your bag on your shoulder and scolds you like a mom

- scared of cockroaches

- literally would climb up a wall and sob when he sees one

- and he's such a good captain too like sometimes you'd see him talking to his teammates and give them advice outside of volleyball. he's their big brother

- he's your study buddy all the time. when he's not too preoccupied with volleyball, you're both studying together

- he cherishes your accomplishments and is always present at your events

- he's close with your friends that sometimes you see him playfully hump your boy-space-friends and moan like he's riding them

- used to be kenma's discord kitten too

- one time, in his drunken state, he showed you a picture of him and kenma in maid outfits during one of kenma's gaming streams, because they were both drunk and in lock down

- whenever you see the matches or hinata, tsukki, or kageyama, kuroo feels proud and tears up at how much they've grown

- loves kids. wants to plant a baby in you.

miya osamu

- when you wake him up in the middle of the night and ask for food, he WILL cook for you

- smells like fried chicken but its alright it smells good either way

- when you go to work, he always packs your lunch

- when you fight, he knows just what to cook to cheer you up

- he loves food so much that you can't remember the last time you haven't eaten, because he ALWAYS feeds you

- when he cooks at home, he wears a pretty pink apron just for you

- listens to music when he cooks, and even when he showers too

- when you have a big social event, he'll volunteer to give a portion of food in your event or actually cater for them

- when he cooks something that you don't end up liking, he is DISTRAUGHT; will do anything for you to like it again because there's no way that he can't feed you something delicious

- sometimes, when atsumu comes over, they both play volleyball INSIDE the house and atsumu sometimes gets too much, but before you could scold him, osamu's already on his ass

- as aforementioned, always expect midnight snacks

- he's like that dude on tiktok who can make everything out of chocolate, except his is onigri. or, well, he can shape anything made out of rice

- one time, on your anniversary, you woke up to a rice shaped like a life-sized teddy bear and it was actually so cool

- you have your own spot in his shop

- and he actually let you design the blueprint for his shop because he wants it to be yours too :(

oikawa tooru

- sometimes you don't know if he's your boyfriend or an opponent at a beauty contest

- he values skincare more than you do like he's buying face masks and exfoliators and everything and you caught him one time sleeping in one of those peel off mask things

- and he cries when you take off those peel off masks

- smells like rich perfume that hurts your nose

- but oikawa takes volleyball seriously. when he lost to karasuno, you caught him sobbing in his bed when you came to check up on him, and he let you hold him until he fell asleep

- that was also when he fell in love with you lol

- before you guys dated, you two were so close that tne girls actually stopped approaching him one time because they thought you were officially his girlfriend after he held your hand during a field trip to the museum because you almost got lost

- sometimes oikawa doesn't know who he's more scared of: you or iwaizume? bc both of you are always on his ass making fun of him and scolding him

- but he cherishes you so much though like he's treating you like his certified baby girl all the time— you're getting fucking princess treatment every single day. you don't remember the feeling of a bag in your hand because he's always CARRYING it

- oikawa is proud to take up the role as your assistant

- and he's also just as sassy as you are

- he's also rich so like you're always on adventures and on dates outside. but sometimes he likes to stay at home and cook for you even if it tastes like shit

- a jealous bitch

- one time a guy asked you for directions and oikawa told him to "turn right and then you'll see a mirror that tells you you're a piece of shit"

- you scold him after that. he doesn't care

ushijima wakatoshi

- bad at social cues

- he's like an old man and you're his social media manager bc why is he texting everyone through EMAIL when sms exists already

- there was that time when he sent you a nude and it went "was thinking of you. I miss you — Ushijima Wakatoshi" AND LIKE??

- he's literally "i'm so happy for you" o_o

- and he is though its just that he's always so dazed sometimes you think he's a robot

- he's a living baby though like he's one to be honest about something that he doesn't realize what he says and you feel embarrassed for him too so you're just kind of like sweetly telling him that it's not nice to say that someone smells like cigarettes or that their breath stinks

- one time, when you and tendou surprise him, you're both caught off guard when he actually jumps– but the thing is that he accidentally hit you with his arm due to his reflexes and you swear you got a concussion after that

- he LOVES CUDDLES and he loves sniffing you and sometimes hes a sub

- smells like rich cologne that actually smells good

- takes you with him everywhere and he has to be with you all the time or else he'll cry his ass out

- decides to be matrilocal too and take your last name when you get married bc he just loves you so much

- before you guys got together, he was always so stoic and silent. and he's so silent that sometimes he suddenly appears in front of you and talks to you like he didn't just almost make you shit your pants

- he also doesnt switch out his phone so when you're in the year 2024, he still has an iphone 7 that's too big for his hand

- his bff is tendou so he's always at your home too and they're watching a bunch of animes and you're just sitting between wakatoshi's legs like you're his stuffed animal

[taintedtort]

Hihii...!!! i really love ur HCs and i wanted to ask if you're comfortable with these types of character writing, what r ur headcanons on kenma, kuro, tsuki n maybe suna would act when they're drunk ? like would they be a bit different than their usual self ? sorry to ask a lot but im more curious on ur thoughts on kenma ;; .. write whatever u can, idm ! thank u ehehe have a good one ! >_< <3

" LET'S GET DRUNK! "

summary. they’re drunk lolz

characters. kenma, kuroo, tsukishima

warnings. afab!reader, drinking/alcohol, post timeskip!!!^^

a/n. yesss i love kenma, many thoughts on him!! he’s my favorite!!! didn’t add suna because i don’t really know his character that well :( added a kenma bonus to make up for it tho!

KENMA

☆ i think he’d be a sleepy drunk. he's out as soon as his head hits any soft surface— maybe even before! i feel like he also acts grumpier, mumbling complaints when you wake him up and try to move him (he was passed out on your shoulder in the car, you have to get him to bed!)

☆ his face gets kinda pink, like he’s blushing. he’s pale, so it’s more noticeable than it would be on someone else. his eyes get droopy and his face sort of relaxes, so he looks mean and tired.

☆ he stubbles slightly, but he surprisingly manages to maneuver himself pretty well for a drunk person. just don’t ask him to do a cartwheel or anything… he couldn’t even do one of those while sober.

☆ he doesn’t drink often, so he’s a light weight… plus he’s skinny and on the smaller side, so he doesn’t have to drink much to get a buzz. he’s usually responsible though, but sometimes he celebrates too hard (with a bit of a push from kuroo)

☆ he doesn’t get any more talkative, but he’s less filtered that normal. i don’t think he’d be too flirty or mean, but if he got drunk enough he may compliment you a couple times.

BONUS:

☆ the type to get so drunk he forgets who you are. you come find him to pick him up after someone called you, and he’s face down on the table. you nudge him, trying to gently guide him to stand, but he’s immediately swatting you away, grumbling about how he has a girlfriend.

"leave m' alone— got a girlfriend already," he slurs, raising his head to drunkenly glare at you. his eyes narrow further when you laugh.

"kenma… i’m you’re girlfriend," you tell him, always finding it a bit amusing when he gets this drunk. he’s not too much of a hassle though, since he usually knocks right out when you get home and tuck him in.

he's silent for a moment, just staring at you up and down. he wears the same expression he has whenever he buys a new video game, excited and in awe.

"really…?" he asks, a hopeful tone in his voice. now that he’s looking at you… you are really pretty. he really hopes you're his girlfriend.

"yes, really. i’m gonna take you home, okay? cmon," you urge, gently grabbing his arm and helping him stand. he complies this time, his eyebrows raising.

"we live together?" he questions, the situation just getting better and better to him.

"we do," you confirm, another giggle leaving you. it doesn’t really hurt your feelings that he doesn’t remember, you find it more amusing and entertaining than anything.

"… im so lucky," you hear him whisper under his breath, looking at you as you guide him to the car.

KUROO

☆ he'd be a funny drunk i think… a bit of a handful, and is entertaining at first, but eventually gets annoying. his emotions kind of double when he’s intoxicated, and he’s also kind of erratic. really energetic after his first few drinks, but if he’s extra drunk, he’s more emotional.

☆ his eyes get a little watery, but that’s about it. he actually looks more lively while he’s drunk, because he makes more facial expressions.

☆ he can’t stand straight at all, especially if he’s had more than a couple drinks. needs support to walk, otherwise he'll fall. he’s heavy though, and puts majority of his weight on you, so sometimes you end up falling anyway.

☆ he can handle his alcohol pretty well. takes him a few drinks to get a buzz, but he doesn’t usually stop there. mostly drinks to celebrate things, or at parties. never drinks alone, that’s just boring and sad to him.

☆ probably asks you random stupid questions like "what number am i?" or "what animal would i be?" (follows up that second question with "would you still love me if i was that animal?")

☆ i think he’s more talkative, but he speaks faster and his words are kinda jumbled, so it’s hard to understand him sometimes. he gets a lot more sappy, constantly complimenting you and telling you that he loves you (he does that all the time already)

"y're sooo pretty, love you s' much."

TSUKISHIMA

☆ not that much different than when he’s sober, honestly. he gets more mellow, surprisingly, though it might be because alcohol makes him a little sleepy, similar to kenma. he isn’t quick to fall asleep, but he’s not energetic and jumping around.

☆ his face is more relaxed, which makes him look even more intimidating and mean. his eyes get a little red around the edges, but that’s mostly it.

☆ stubbles quite a bit and holds things for support. if you try to help him, he’ll snip and you and complain that he doesn’t need your help to walk. (he does, and eventually gives in and leans on you a bit when he almost falls on his face)

☆ also a lightweight. doesn’t go drinking unless he’s invited, and even then he’s usually the designated driver. on top of that, he hates being hung over, and he hates throwing up, so he rarely gets super drunk. kuroo tries to persuade him sometimes, but the most he gets his a little tipsy.

☆ probably gets into debates with people about certain topics that he likes, arguing with them about facts and opinions. he usually wins. even when he’s drunk, he’s still quick witted.

☆ he fights you on everything, insisting he’s fine and "not drunk" whenever you try to help him. you end up ignoring his complaints and just assist him with changing and getting into bed anyway. he’s asleep pretty quickly, especially if you run his back/scalp.

"i don’t need help— i'm not even that drunk!"

[sakuraryomen01]

I'm horny so I'm writing about my thoughts.

warnings: nsfw, fem reader, mdni, blowjobs, sex in different positions, some size kinks, nipple play, possible breeding, man handling if u squint

words: idk I didn't count but it's a lot

ft:: yuji, kuroo, bokuto, and sukuna

Yuji Itadori🐅

He's been brain rotting for a while and it's annoying how much I think about him, but I love him too much to make him move out.

I love thinking about how heavy his cock must get when he's hard, and ready to come. It'd probably tilt with a thick vein pulsing along the underside so it makes him × 10 more sensitive when you suck him off. He's probably not super long like kuroo would be, but he'd definitely be on the thicker side.

I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be ashamed about being average, but I'm drooling over that stretch baby boy dw 🤤💞

He'd definitely taste.. interesting. I don't see him tasting super sweet like gojo or something, I see him tasting like a savory meal if that makes any sense?

Something like a meal you'd never want to forget or finish early. If yk what I mean, ty. 🙏

He'd definitely try and be gentle during sex and hand/blowjobs. Yuji knows he's a strong boy so being careful of his grip and thrusts is something he has anxiety about often. When he's close though, he'll be in cloud nine and forget what he's doing.

Bucking his hips while his thighs tense and practically vibrate as his climax nears. Praising him is such a great way to tell him "I'm okay" even though his cum's covering your face and lips.

Different positions he loves: doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary

While Yuji does think that your sex life needs lots of spice, he's really willing to do whatever it takes to make you cum! He loves the simple things, but watching you masturbate in front of him gets him drooling and hard.

Kuroo Tetsuro🐈‍⬛

He definitely makes me want to scream daddy at the top of my lungs but then want to cuddle him and kiss his forehead for hours while reading my favorite book or watching a horror movie.

Daddy? I'm sorry. Daddy? I'm sorry.

I get the vibe from kuroo that he lives to eat pussy to relieve his own stress.

Work getting too much? Eat pussy. Staying up too late fucking? Eat pussy + the cream pie. He'd like a girl that'd know how to edge and tease him, even though he'd flat out deny this.

He'd feel hot and heavy over constant teasing remarks or suggestive compliments. Offering a massage during a game would also make him want to kiss you and cuddle you for hours.

Kuroo loves spice.

He'll bring in some kind of toy like a vibrator or ask to fuck on the couch instead of in the bedroom.

(I wouldn't doubt he'd try role-playing.)

Kuroo's just above average with a slimmer cock, but it's big no matter how you put it. He's probably not a sweets guy, but I'd end up making him something like strawberries to make him taste like candy.

Kuroo himself probably tastes like bokuto and yuji since all of them are incredibly athletic and active in their daily lives. He's not ashamed of himself either and probably grooms regularly to keep it "presentable."

Positions and places he adores: the hook, standing doggy, anything that involves a counter

He'd probably try doing role plays that involve his job or his past. Like, volleyball coach fucks captain or something. He's a wildcard tho so I can't say for sure 😃

Bokuto Kōtaru🦉

A owl man that's energy is so contagious and sexy I'd like to eat his ass like a fucking meal— he's the obsession, he's the moment, he's a himbo sweetheart.

Bokuto doesn't hate his ass or his massive man tits, but he doesn't like that they steal the show. We all know that his ass was stolen from a bakery and that those thighs are illegal.

This might, or might not, be an unpopular opinion BUT I would eat his ass any day. I love this man's body sm it's like a plus with his sweet and energetic personality.

He'd be so touchie when it comes to sex, and he probably has a cute nickname for it tbh. He knows that his thighs are a weakness so he'll use them to slick up your pussy and panties while he's busy playing with ur tits and neck.

"feel good baby? Like my tongue?"

Verbal, loud, fast, and rough.

Bokutos strength shines through when the bed's creaking, your ass is jiggling beautifully on his pelvis, and your screams are nothing short of gorgeous. Bokuto loves to use your tits and hips as his personal love handles.

Massive calloused palms that are rough to the touch but feel amazing rubbing and flicking at your nipples.

His moans r loud but so hot. He'll also chuckle in a low tone if you cum more than once around his cock in the first round. (I would, I have.)

Positions? Yes: doggy, missionary, against the wall, in his lap, mating press

His cock is a proud 8 with a thickness that makes u think he stole a muffin or two to feed it. Damn does that stretch hurt but it sounds really good in your pussy!!!

Sukuna Ryomen😈

A devil in life, a devil in the sheets. He'll break your back and break you in one sitting but torture you with his many tongues. It's funny to think about Sukuna being disappointed when he first reincarnates since he doesn't have those swoll coc—

Sukuna is so wild during sex it's like a ride of its own. I'm basing this more on how he is in the manga and anime rather than a romantic version. So, let's begin shall we? ^^

Lord Ryomen does love a little challenge even though it thoroughly annoys him. Having a woman that's fully submissive for him and only him but will get on his nerves regularly makes him want to make sure you know your place over and over.

What better way than to fuck you with his monster cock(s)?

The Vessel version of him is definitely rougher than the true form. True form is bigger, but has a little patience in my opinion. Vessel version has none and since he only has one, he'll make another just to punish you.

My own personal favorite part of Sukuna isn't the tattoos, surprise surprise! I love them fucking biceps and that face. Both true form and vessel.

Tracing my fingers along them as a past time yes, but I'll be holding onto those arms for dear life while burning his face into my brain. Seeing how his eyes will shine while forcing my pussy to accommodate him.

Positions or mild suggestions?: Anything that allows him to fuck your pussy(and asshole let's be honest), does enjoy a show so maybe cowgirl, cuddle fucking when he's lazy or tired

His cock(s) have a powerful taste seeing as he's a cursed spirit rather than a normal human. I doubt he'll taste any better than what it normally tastes like, but I'd still suck it like my life depends on it 😭

Sukuna doesn't have an official size in his vessel for seeing as he can just change it to what he wants. But in true form, he is definitely over 8 inches and thicker than anything.

Take a Coke 2 liter bottle and imagine Sukuna's cocks. That's probably about accurate.

Loved writing for my favorite boys, and I honestly loved imagining them. I'm tagging some ppl I think would enjoy this, but if you want to be removed for any reason pls lmk!!❤️

Tags: @yuujispinkhair, @xxnghtclls

[clawsdevour]

have you ever thought of Kuroo's ideal type? 👀

-i actually think he’d be into ppl who r more likely to understand him like as a person if that makes any sense. Like kenma even tho kenma is like the opposite of him, very introverted. He understands kuroo as a person/friend/captain (not js bc they been childhood friends).

-heavy on understanding him since he’s captain and his own individual, having to delegate his teammates and balancing his usual life/job (post time skip). Hes gonna be feeling tonsss of emotions, for sure stress.

-However i do think that kuroo would be into the more outgoing type that also maybe even has that more vulnerable quiet side, making that specific person his favorite person! (Also i say outgoing type of ppl because hes outgoing himself and is like also bffs with bokuto whos also super outgoing!! BTW im NOT shipping).

-matching energy. Yall gon be making the same jokes or no ones gon laugh.

-also i believe kuroo would also like the more academic type, people that care about their education and studies since he also is very academic in school

-and ofc long hair cuz its canon

[blucassiopeia]

hi! so in your main fic masterlist the preludes have a star next to each spinoff BUT Kuroo and Osamu have two. Osamu’s prelude is a two part story DOES this mean Kuroo has another part -yet to be released- too? 🤔🫣

also in the chapters list, after ch15/ch16 (don’t remember) all the preludes boys are listed: does it mean that’s where part of all the preludes stories take place (chronologically speaking)?🤔🫣🫢 Is that chapter Ran’s wedding?

i have yet to read Osamu’s prelude, but excluding Kags’ and Sakusa’s ones, Ran’s wedding day is one of the main topics on the spinoffs…

does it make sense? i dont know how to english anymore 😑

Also, while reading the warnings/tags i saw something interesting 🤨: Ran’s illness(?)…Is that why Kuroo is going to be up Ran’s ass so involved in Ran’s life even after she’s happily married with kids? at a certain point in her life, Ran was/is/will be ill 😷

im the anon that a while ago sent a long ask about the spinoffs and i was lowkey happy to see kuroo suffer 🤭

…so, im about to get - once again - in my kuroo angst hole 😬😬

reader (kuroo’s story) is not dying, bc you said she won’t. but she will get into an accident (saw your ask about your 2nd fic + the ideas you have for the plot - kuroo’s war flashbacks 🤭🫣). In the end of the kuroo spinoff i got a feeling that he realised he MIGHT be a little too late in accepting his own feelings towards reader (that’s why i thought she was dying) like they were already there but he REFUSED to accept them and at the same time by being so present in Ran’s life he kept fuelling his one-sided love towards Ran EVEN tho he knew from the beginning that he never had a chance with Ran (he asked this question to kenma if im not mistaken)

so giving my two cents to this 2nd story: the main couple is going to be kuroo x reader and time wise is going to be AFTER reader’s incident and we (readers) are going to know what happened through flashbacks (possibly from kuroo’s pov bc he saw with his own eyes what happened to reader) 🫣🤭

last thing: gut feeling (don’t know if it’s because you have hinted something/replied to someone) but Kuroo not so lowkey hates Osamu. Imagine if Ran got ill bc of Osamu 🤔🫣 like what has Osamu done to make him feel so guilty and wanting to redeem himself towards Ran 👁️👁️

sorry for the long ask

ps. wishing all the best to canon!Kuroo BUT the kuroo in your universe deserves all the angst until proven wrong (just bc he make reader suffer) 😇

oooooHhh the starss, you should listen to them, those are the soundtracks i listened while writing the preludes. you noticed the c2:saitama skies? it also has one already too.

the boys are listed because they'll be playing a big part of that scene after what happens there (also in Ran's life hskshwkhl), it'll be like a "breather" because the following chapters are heavy angst so i needed my readers to relax a lil bit then hit y'all in one go. noticed the last one being still empty? that's ran's hubby's special chap. so the scope of those chapters are from the moment they met ran, to the present [5 years after she got pregnant and got married].

yep, ran has illness, you should really read sakusa's prelude to give you a heads-up 🤣 and yes, that's one of the reason why kuroo's so involved, and i mean all of them too. but that's just not all of it. you'll know sooon.

OKOK, ill make myself very very clear, maybe i said kuroo's yn will die or she won't, just y'all to keep thinking about what i truly mean in that last scene of kuroo's. that last scene is in the last chapters of the fic. it'll be branded heavy angst so you should expect some.. ykyk.

AND OHHHHH, the 2nd fic [EIGHT] is relatively different. it's apart of the 1st fic in some sense but still connected. it's not a continuation of falling stars. you shouldn't confuse yourself with that for a while. we still have 20ish chaps before that. 🤣

[1st fic] i might've mentioned kuroo being on the same stage as osamu. so that's maybe a hint of what really happened/will happen. both of them deserves all the angst i have. ✌🤭 if you ever read vanilla twilight, you'll have a huge idea what their relationship with each other and with ran is.

about EIGHT [2nd fic], it's still ran x her plushie, but in a diff sense. kuroo and the others will still be there, and kuroo and osamu will still play a bigger role than the rest, and some of the characters too.

and kuroo hates osamu because of something that i made a fic about......... or something 🤭 and i just answered something related to this. osamu made a grave mistake, and kuroo knows about it, shirabu knows about it, tooru too, and maybe yuki too. the last line in osamu's prelude is a hint. and noooo, ran didn't get ill because of osamu 😭

you'll know in the ficcc, i'll be back after 1-2 months because i'll be away with no wifi access with me so....

thanks for collating your queries agaiiin. i had fun answering and spilling some infos for ya guys ❤

[titsuya]

i was reading your newest work on hq boys moans, and i saw you said you have a list of the horsecocks of haikyuu. would you mind sharing said list? i’m kinda (i mean very) curious 🤍

hey angel ! i’m so glad you asked :D

warning: dick talk <3, mentions of breeding and creampies and cum eating and just cum in general, u might think im on crack while reading this

my top 10 biggest dicks of HQ going from big to bigger to biggest to LITERAL HORSECOCK (with my very good reasoning):

big dick energy plays into this a lot

coming in at TENTH, we have:

OIKAWA TOORU big

reason: he has big pretty dick energy. it’s kinda skinny but i hc it to be fucking LONG !!! literally look at his fingers ?? they’re huge 😩 tooru’s pretty dick is long enough to give ur cervix some soft kisses <3

in NINTH place:

KUROO TETSURO big

reason: something about him gives off big dick energy. maybe its the way he could probably recite the periodic table, but it’s big. like average girth, but his is long too AND slightly angled and hits the g spot v well. and it’s lowkey kinda pretty too <333 he just knows what he’s doing ++ timeskip him is hot as fuck, literally has a sir & daddy kink bc of his job

SEVENTH and EIGHTH are tied:

SAKUSA KIYOOMI & MIYA ATSUMU bigger

reason: THE ONLY REASON IS BECAUSE THIS IS MY PERFECT TAG TEAM LIKE I WANT TO GET RAILED BY BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME AND THEYRE PRETTY COMPETITIVE ME THINKS SO I FEEL LIKE THEYD BOTH JUST BE THE SAME SIZE.. HHHHHH SAKUSA HAS PRETTY DICK & HIS CUM TASTES BETTER BUT TSUMU HAS PRETTY BALLS AND NICE VEINS AND HIS CUM IS THICK SO IT FEELS RLLY GOOD WHEN HE CUMS IN U <//////33333

SIXTH prize winner:

MIYA OSAMU bigger

reason: we all know that samu’s is like half an inch bigger than tsumu’s. but this man has fucking breeder balls that are just… so heavy. he also cums a lot. like A LOT. just loves to fucking drain them using your pussy. big tits, big man, man big dick. very thick, very nice. very much has a #breeding kink too. just thought i should throw that out there.

FIFTH place— honorable mention #2:

oh my god. oh fuck oh my god

IWAIZUMI HAJIME biggest

reason: daddy . you guys know what i mean, i literally have no words. fat cock, above average girth and length. just above average. holy fucking shit he’s so hot i cant even think about him without wanting to cream my pants.

FOURTH place— honorable mention #1:

BOKUTO KOUTAROU biggest

reason: ok, u might think that he should be in the top three, but kou’s SO CLOSE ! like dude his cock is really, really, REALLY fat. me thinks he has the girthiest of all my bby boys. it’s just not as long! no, but actually, my top 5 boys could probably make you cum just by putting their dick in you. BOKUTO ESPECIALLY THO ! also mans can last at least 3 rounds so you better believe he’s gonna fuck you good with his big cock

THIRD is the one with the hairy chest: grade school rhymes im sorry

SUNA FUCKING RINTARŌ horsecock <3

reason: guys i’m not biased, i swear ! think about time skip, pro volleyball player suna rintarō. my god that man. you might say “oh, hes so skinny—“ literally stfu im not arguing this. suna has a horsecock, too. prettiest fucking dick ever. tip always flushed red, prominent veins u can run your tongue over, feels really big in ur hands. my god rintarō split me in half rn.

taking the silver medal at SECOND place:

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI horsecockkkkk <33

reason: man. look at him. you dont need to show anyone his dick, you already know it’s literally huge. you’d probably break in half. he literally has to prep you to the max to take him. almost took first place tbh !

AND AT THE NUMBER ONE SPOT, WE HAVE THE ONE, THE ONLY:

MATSUKAWA ISSEI (everyone cheered) HORSE COCKKKKKKK <333333333

reason: y’all can argue everything else, but this ? im not taking criticism. THIS MF RIGHT HERE HAS THE BIGGEST FUCKING HORSECOCK ? LIKE I WISH I COULD EXPLAIN ???? it’s FAT ! IT HURTS HE CAN BARLEY GET IT IN. like guys. im screaming and crying. its veiny, girthy, long just BIG… omg my heart hurts. he has a size kink <//3

[nishipostitz]

how haikyuu boys’ lips feel and are when getting a lil kissy kiss

gn!reader x kenma, kuroo, kageyama, suga, and suna

tw! little to none 💀 but uh, there is chapstick transferring through a kiss... reader apparently has no upper lip in kageyama’s.. older reader in suga’s.. this is all based on the vibe that theyre giving 😭 so pls dont come for me im sensitive, but even if you did, i could try to talk back 😔

kenma 

- since we’re starting off with kenma.. i’ll say one thing. the last time i watched haikyuu was at least 2-3 months ago, so i don’t remember everything. but i do remember not seeing kenma down any drinks. 

- i know he has the roughest, driest and desert like lips. i just KNOW he’s the type that doesn’t put chapstick on. tbh i dont either

you were applying your chapstick on your lips before leaving to go get groceries for dinner. you put on a heavy load, bc you KNEW kenma would ask for a kissy kiss before you left. and just like that, you were right. “then can i get a kiss before you leave?” he asked with his adoring eyes never leaving the screen. you smirked. gave him a kiss, and made sure that some chapstick was applied on his lips. you both released from the kiss and you smiled before walking away. at least i won’t be kissing the desert for the next few hours. kenma had no idea that chapstick was smothered on his lips until he licked his lips while playing his games. “hmm, i guess y/n ate some peaches before leaving..”

kuroo

- he’s the type of bf/husband that would tell his significant other to drink water and be hydrated, then forget about himself

- same for when talking to his teammates

- but i think his lips aren’t dry, but they’re not MOIST. they’re plump, but- whatever. he’s chapped. he’s the type that bites his lip skin

“kuroo can you please stop biting the skin off of your lips? maybe go drink some water or hydrate yourself?” kuroo looked over at you while cutting the vegetables. “hah you’re right! when was the last time i even drank water..” “KUROO!” “joking! it was.. actually idk” you slapped your forehead. “no kissy kissy’s for you unless you treat your lips some kindness” kuroo was flabergasted(3.0 yes im just so creative with words). “fine” he said as he slumped against the fridge to get himself some water. then, he applied some chapstick, “what about now?” he asked with his eyes trying to cutely seduce you. “a little better ig, not sure tho” “well why don’t we try it out then?” you didn’t have time to reply, and kuroo was already making the next move. 

kageyama

- he’s a kenma 2.0 bro

- bitch is the whole savanna

“uh babe, there’s a package for you” he said as he arrived home. he just finished his daily jog around the neighborhood, and decided to check the mail on his way, finding a package that was for you. “well, not necessarily, it’s for you” he felt special(twice). you bought something for him. but really, this was for him and you. kageyama was still confused. “how so?” “well, i bought this lip care product to hopefully help your lips become more kissable..” you said with a little sass. he pouted. “am i not kissable enough” he asked. “not quite. i don’t necessarily like kissing the savanna” kageyama was offended. “so this is to help my lips become more kissable?” “apparently it helps making your lips plumper too” you said as you tried to read the instructions. “that’s what you need. you got no upper lip” now you were offended. *smack*

suga

- my bae. my lifeline

- has the plumpest, most soothing and soft lips

- damn his lips are softer than any other. even your pillow

- DONT ASK ABOUT THE PILLOW

honestly, suga has great care over his body. his body is well kept and healthy, his figure is CHEFS KISS. his mental state is pretty clear and stable, and most importantly, his LIPS are just SO SOFT. he was currently writing an essay for his project, and you’re supposed to be on the side proofreading it for him since you’re a year older and already passed this class, except you’re so distracted by his physique and just flabbergasted(4.0) on how you scored a man as beautiful and talented as he was. “you know, if i could, i could totally kiss you rn, but ik how distracted you’ll be bc im amazing” you say bluntly. suga blinked a few times, trying to process what you said. “wouldn’t it be the other way around? since you’re already enamored by me, and if we kiss rn, you’ll just be even more distracted than you were in the past hour since you love me and my lips so much” you were now on pause mode. “huh, you’re right. but that doesn’t matter. come give me a kissy kissy pls, i’ve been doing a great job proofreading” “the only thing you’ve been reading are my lips when i was reading out my essay” you blushed. he sure was a smart cookie. STOP BC I SOUND LIKE A BOOMER

suna

- he’s a mix tbh

- it really depends. he seems like the type to go hours without drinking water bc he’s so distracted with his phone and watching atsumu volleyball fails on yt and tiktok

- but when he DOES drink water, he downs gallons of it..

“suna” he looked up at you. HAH LOOKED UP. youre shorter BAHAHAHS. “what” “i heard water is a good source for keeping lips nice and not dry” you say as you eyed him. “that’s exactly why i’m doing whatever i’m doing right now” you rolled your eyes. “well don’t do it at a restaurant.” he put down his 6th cup of water. “i’m doing it so i can get let’s of kissy kissies for the night. “well, you should’ve done that throughout the day. bc doing it rn, isn’t going to ‘undry’ your lips quick enough.” “oh wanna bet?” he asked with a smug smile. let’s say that you won the bet, and there’s a pouty suna. 

[peachycoreroo]

what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”

[seita]

— haikyuu squirting.

includes: kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

p a r t   t h r e e ;;

⤸ last: two ⤿ next: four (coming soon!)

-ˋˏ nekoma ˎˊ-

— tetsurou kuroo.

≻ making you squirt is one of his all time favorite things tbh.

≻ he makes you squirt every chance he gets

≻ he loves how hard you cum, the way you tremble and the way your eyes roll back in your head

≻ it fills him with a sense of power and euphoria

≻ he’s simply a man who lives for your pleasure

+

he can’t fight the grin on his face as he watches the way your head falls forward, burying your face in your pillow. you can’t hold yourself up on your hands properly.

he doesn’t mind, he prefers this position more anyway. he grips your hips, angling them a bit to make it easier for him to his that sweet spot deep inside you.

“t-tetsu!” you sob, muffled by the pillow you’re crying into.

“what is it, baby? my cock too much for you?” he coos, “you gonna cum for me?”

you nod, lifting your head up to gasp when he reaches beneath you to circle your sensitive little clit. the bud had been completely neglected and feeling his rough fingers circling had you squealing, “please, i’m so close!!”

“oh yeah?” he grunts, “you gonna make a mess for me like i want, baby?”

you nod, your nails digging into the pillow case until the fabric creaks in protests. your mouth falls open but no sound breaks free as you dangle so precariously over that intense edge, ready to fall.

it builds and builds until you’re trembling and waiting for the coil to snap.

when it did, you choked on a sob and fell forward, only being supported by your boyfriends grip. he grunts as you gush around his cock and hand, soaking your thighs, his fingers, and the bed beneath you.

laughing, he pats your clit, forcing a few more squirts of your cum out before he backs off and lets you breathe, “that’s a good girl. givin’ me just what i want.”

— kenma kozume.

≻ honestly makes you squirt by accident 99% of the time

≻ it’s not that he doesn’t like when you do it

≻ he just doesn’t really like the mess

≻ but if you do squirt

≻ it’s fine

≻ no big deal

≻ he just carries on as usual. he’ll deal with the mess later

≻ all he cares about rn is making you cum again and again

+

“k-ken wait!” you suddenly cry out, making him frown.

he slows his movements, still holding onto your hips, “what?”

“i-i’m gonna make a mess...” you bashfully admit, covering your face with your hands.

he rolls his eyes, resuming his harsh thrusts. you squeal, grabbing onto the blankets beneath you, “k-ken! i-if you don’t s-stop i’ll--”

“squirt?” he scoffs, eyes locked onto your cunt, watching the way you cream around him -- coating him in milky white every time he pulls out. you’re close. he can tell. you’re spasming deliciously around him, “go ahead then.”

you shake your head, “b-but the mess!”

“we’ll clean it up later, just cum,” he snaps, bringing his hand between your legs to work your clit, “stop holding back.”

“k-ken!” you cry, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

you stare at him with wide eyes, your mouth falling open as you dangle enticingly over the edge. it’s so close. your whole body is tense. it’s building...and building...and building.

until you finally explode with a breathless cry of his name.

you gush at first, your cum dripping down his balls before your squirt, drenching his cock and abdomen as he fucks you through your orgasm. your back is arched and you crying out sweet love confessions as you cum nice and hard for him.

— morisuke yaku.

≻ another one who loves to make you squirt

≻ but.......it’s usually a punishment

≻ you look so cute when you get embarrassed

≻ the way you cover your face shyly after he holds up his dripping hand for you to see ≻ makes you watch him lick his fingers clean of your cum

≻ he rlly only does it if you’ve been a brat or done something to tick him off

≻ so if u want to squirt, just send him some nudes while he’s work or smthn

+

“you think you’re cute, don’t you?” he snarls, giving your sensitive cunt a sharp slap, making you cry out in shock. it leaves a buzzing sensation in your clit that ran all the way down to your toes, “sending me pictures of your slutty little cunt while i’m in a meeting?”

“i-i’m sorry!” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he stuffs three fingers unforgivably into your pussy, giving you a sudden, burning stretch that had you panting, “i-i just needed you so...bad!”

he scoffs, angling his fingers upwards, pummeling that tender little spot in your upper wall, “oh yeah? if you’re really sorry then you’ll make a pretty mess all over my hand. then maybe i’ll forgive you and you can have my cock.”

you nod, squealing when he uses his other hand to thumb at your swollen clit, making your thighs tremble, “fuck! mori! ‘m gonna cum!”

he doesn’t say anything, just grins. his eyes are fixzated on your cunt, watching the way your hole swallows his fingers desperately. it’s almost as good a sight as watching you stretch to take his cock.

the thought of you being stuffed full of his cock has him throbbing in his shorts, “cum. right now. make a mess all over me or you get nothing.”

the threat is enough to send you over the edge, mouth falling open as you cry out his name. he groans through your orgasm, watching the way your juices splatter all the way up his forearm.

“messy girl!” he laughs, pulling his fingers out. he continues to play with your clit, encouraging a few more gushes of cum from your spasming little cunt, “i guess you deserve a reward for that, huh?”

-ˋˏ fukurodani ˎˊ-

— koutarou bokuto.

≻ makes you squirt constantly

≻ but not by choice

≻ he loves it but

≻ tbh he doesn’t actually know how he does it

≻ he just fucks you or fingers you and...you end up gushing around his fingers

≻ who is he to ruin what is such a great thing

+

you love sitting in his lap. he feels so big and strong when he holds you, keeping your legs spread so he can fuck two fingers into your cunt. your head is resting back on his shoulder as he whispers filth in your ear.

he tells you how you’re such a good girl, that you’re so tight around his fingers, you’re absolutely dripping. you’re his filthy baby and he loves you so much. he adores to make you feel good, how he wants you to cum.

your eyes roll back and cling to his arm, your legs trembling endlessly as you keep them completely spread for him.

“kou,” you pant, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth as you call out to him.

“i know, puppy,” he whispers, kissing your temple, “i can feel you squeezing. you’re creaming all over my fingers, see?”

you look down and feel your cheeks burn at the mess you’re making on his hand. his cock is impossibly hard and pressing into your back.

“want you to cum for me, puppy,” he coos, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch your cunt swallow his digits, “go on, give it to me, please?”

who are you to deny him? especially when he angles his fingertips expertly as he grinds his palm against your hard clit.

you spasm in his lap, crying out as you sob and gush all over his hand. he grins, fucking his fingers into you as fast as he can, deft flicks of his wrist that only serve to make you squirt even more until you’re positive there is a puddle on the floor beneath you.

you’re panting and twitching in aftershocks as he pulls out, popping his fingers in his mouth with a groan. your cum is sweet and savory on his tongue as he swallows it down.

he doesn’t know how he does it but he loves when you squirt like that for him.

— keiji akaashi.

≻ only makes you squirt by request

≻ he LOVES when you do

≻ but he never wants to make you squirt if you don’t outright want to

≻ he’s a gentleman after all

≻ sometimes he’ll ask you if it’s okay

≻ other time he waits for you to beg him, in that cute breathy voice if he can make you make a mess

≻ and what’s he gonna do? say no???

≻ as if.

+

you were so sweet, so pretty as you bashfully asking him if he can make you cum extra hard today. he knew what you meant, having learned your little looks and vague requests.

still, he asks, just to watch you squeak in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest if “you want me to make you squirt?”

but you nod, and he feels his cock get hard immediately.

having you on your back, your knees pressed against your cheek as he slowly rocks his cock into your tight little hole is how he loves you. you become a babbling, drooling mess for him so quickly all while gushing and creaming on his cock.

you drip down his balls, already such making a such a mess despite the fact he hasn’t even made you cum yet.

“what’s got you so worked up today?” he inquires, thumbing your clit, making you arch and gasp desperately, “you’re so wet. i’ve barely even done anything.”

you whimper, “i-i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

your confession comes easily and it makes his heart flutter. he smiles, pressing his lips against your calf, “yeah? my sweet girl.”

you keen, biting back a smile that promptly vanishes when he hits your sweet spot. you arch, trembling beneath him.

“y-you’re gonna make me cum!” you announce, “please keiji.”

he nods, finally speeding up his thrusts. he continues to thumb your swollen little bud, watching your cunt eagerly swallow him balls deep as you spasm and clench desperately around him. he works you to your high, teeth clenched.

when you finally fall over the edge, you squirt, forcing his cock from your hole. he rubs your clit with four fingers, forcing out every drop of cum your eager little cunt has to offer him until you reach down and stop him, muttering soft thanks and ‘i love you’s.

— akinori konoha.

≻ another one who loves to make you squirt

≻ some days he can do it some days he can’t

≻ it doesn’t matter if you don’t squirt tho, bc you still cum no worries

≻ he just loves the mess of when you do gush for him

≻ the way your moans change ever so slightly, getting embarrassed as you announce that you’re gonna make a mess for him

≻ truly, he could cum from that alone

+

“work your hips, just like that,” he orders, gripping your hips as he forces you to grind on him exactly how he wants.

you let him, knowing there’s no reason for you to fight him. he’s the one who can make you cum, he knows your body better than you. and you’re proven right when you feel him nail your sweet spot, making your whole body twitch at the stimulation.

you’re not bouncing, it’s a slow grind that stirs his cock against your tender walls. this isn’t about him, he’s working to get you off.

the squeezing of your cunt is enough to stimulate him but not nearly enough to make him cum. perfect.

especially for what he has in mind.

you’ve already caught onto his plan so you let him control your movements. your nails pinch into his bare chest but he doesn’t mind. you’re dripping down his balls, making a mess but he wants an even bigger one.

“c’mon, pretty girl,” he grunts, the way you clench around him at the pet name making his cock throb, “cum for me. i know you want to. go ahead and squirt for me.”

“m-my clit, please, aki,” you beg pathetically.

he grins and finds the hard, neglected little bud with his thumb. a few quick clicks to the button sends you flying over the edge. you push yourself onto your knees, his cock popping free as he continues to thumb your clit, watching as you squirt all over his cock.

he smiles, “i love when you do that.“

he pulls you into his arms and presses his lips against yours, reaching down to stuff his cock back into your oversensitive cunt.

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[bellesowl]

oh no there’s only one bed!

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, kuroo, ushijima, sakusa

genre: fluff leaning towards crack ; kinda mutual pining?

okay so background info: y’all are bffs but are both completely and utterly enamored w each other

- a/n: hi! so i was scrolling through tiktok and saw this trope and was like huh and then this popped into my brain. also tsumu’s is kinda long sorry HAHJANA

- atsumu

cocky ass mf

super chill on the outside but freaking out™️ on the inside bc like wtf he gets to share a bed w the love of his life???

is probably already lying down on the bed when you get inside

you look around & .... what

only one bed

“where will i sleep?”

“idk, i’ll be sleeping on My bed, but feel free to join me” with a wink

KAKIYHA I HATE HIM

yeah but you sleep on the bed anyways

let’s pretend you like to sleep w the ac super cold and he doesn’t right so y’all prob argue abt it but he gives up & lets you make it colder

but ofc he grumbles the whole time

but after all that y’all finally get to sleep

so u wake up to go use the bathroom but can’t bc there’s a heavy weight keeping you in place

you wake up a little more are realize that you and tsumu are cuddling

he’s very warm and ur in love so you don’t mind it and cuddle closer to him

atsumu wakes up before you, surprised

he takes a couple minutes to admire you tho bc how tf are you so gorgeous w drool on your chin & ur mouth open

he kinda just ..... basks in your warmth

gives u a tiny peck on the forehead

okay then you wake up the next morning but are still very groggy

and hear “well look who cuddled next to me. you were cold, weren’t you?” whispered in your ear

you kinda are shocked bc

1. atsumu’s morning voice is so hot

2. wtf he snuggled up next to you???

but ur in no mood to argue so you just roll your eyes

“what time is it asshole?”

“it’s 9 am babe, you slept in”

okay ur shocked bc babe but it’s wtvr

“wtf u mean slept in, let’s go back to sleep mk?”

yeah y’all go back to sleep but before you do he pulls you in closer, and in a moment of bravery, he admits his feelings

ofc you tell him you love him back and he kisses your cheek bc “gross morning breath!” yeah he still kisses u on the lips right after, the simp and y’all cuddle for the rest of the day

- kuroo

i Know this mf is unbothered

he doesn’t want you to sleep on the floor but also he doesn’t wanna sleep on the floor so he suggests that you guys just sleep on the bed together

but Absolutely No Touching and Stay On Your Side

however

u didn’t expect kuroo to sleep with three (3) pillows

and the mf stole the blanket and everything

so you unconsciously scooted closer to get a little warmer bc the room is probably freezing

yeah you also end up using him as a pillow bc he stole all of yours

anyways y’all end up tangled together the next morning

you wake up first and freak out bc like that’s your longtime crush?&&! and he was so close to you ?&$&!

you trace the patterns of his face, from the curve of his nose to his sharp jawline

his lips slowly curve into a smile and he decides that he wants to wake up like this everyday for the rest of his life

and he decides to do something about it ;)

- ushijima

probably the most respectful of the group

like kuroo, he doesn’t want you to sleep on the floor but he also doesn’t wanna sleep on the floor

so his solution: pillow wall

it’s kinda a failsafe just in case one of y’all move a lot while sleeping lmao little did y’all know

toshi is def a cuddly sleeper

idk i just feel like the poor baby is touch starved >:(

so while y’all are asleep he kinda just... reaches over w his long ass arms and pulls you closer

it’s 100% unintentional but he has this little smile on his face like he’s having the best sleep of his life

anyways, he def wakes up first bc mans has to go on his morning run

but he wakes up, sees you- your head a hair away from his and your arms wrapped around him ... he just .... can’t leave

so for the First time he decides to skip the run

instead, he smiles and pulls you closer before drifting back to sleep

sorry babe you’ll have to tell him your feelings when you wake up because

1. he’s too oblivious to realize you like him back

2. it’s obvious he likes you back because of the way he’s holding onto your waist like his life depended on it <3

- sakusa

okay but tbh id be surprised if you could get him to sleep next to you

he’s def comfortable with you, seeing as though you always take the proper precautions to make him as comfortable as he can be

that’s why he fell in love with you in the first place

but to make him even more comfortable, y’all do that thing where you sleep under the comforter and he sleeps on top

but the problem is that he got super cold during the night

he shook you awake at like 3 in the morning with a “hey, are you awake?”

and ur like “no tf”

“i’m cold”

“okay what do u want me to do abt it”

he gives u the :(( face & you ask if he wants to get under the covers too

he obv agrees but you make sure to stay as far apart as possible

sakusa wakes up first and wow

he’s never slept that well in his entire life

he looks over at you, drool and all, and decides it’s because of you

he kisses your cheek before pulling you impossibly closer to him

you wake up a could minutes after and are greeted with him just kinda staring at you

you enjoy the warmth he gives off but then realize

“oh my god kiyoomi, i’m so sorry” you panic while trying to move away

he doesn’t let you, obv and is like

“i don’t mind, in fact, i never mind when it’s you”

you’re kinda stunned because did he just confess ???

spoiler alert: yeah he did

you tell him your feelings and y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling <3

a/n pt 2: yeah its like 3 am and this is not proofread at all but i hope you enjoyed it! also the tsumu one was so self indulgent HAHA

[shingia]

hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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[messwriting]

THE SMUT PILE SECRET SANTA

Golden Eyes

Demon!Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader  

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: HOE HOE HOE INDEED! HAHAHAHA 

This is my secret santa gift for my dear elf Alisha -- @rivendell101​! I do hope you enjoy, I just tried to channel all of Kuroo’s wicked energy into this and sprinkled it with our beloved monsterfucking. Sorry for all the questions, I just wanted to surprise you but also include only things you’d like. ;-; Hope you enjoy and MERRY SMUTMAS <3

Big thanks and lots of kisses to my dear Tay @deathcab4daddy who read this, betaed, and said it wasn't the train wreck I thought it was 😂🥺😘💕

Warnings: This is loosely inspired by the manhwa DEAR DOOR, by Pluto, from which the art above is also from (Satan is fucking hot)! Monsterfucking - Demon. Use of tongue and tail in a very uh naughty way. Magic makes you horny at some point (tho i don’t think is dub-con?), but just to be sure Magic Manipulation. Assplay with tongue and finger penetration. Denials, oh so many denials. Sprinkle of spanking. Soft pain play. Overstim. Oral sex. Rough sex. CHOKING. BITING. MARKING. Demon uhhhh lure? aijaisajisj He’s seducing you with his devilish powers. CORRUPTION. RELIGIOUS BLASPHEMY (sorry jesus).

Word count: ~7.4k. I can’t write anything short, why?!

“So… you’re a demon?” You ask, weirdly not completely panicking over the fact that this brick wall of a man showed up out of nowhere in the middle of your living room as if this were just another Sunday night. The stranger smiles your way with a lopsided grin and the shivers that run through your body seem to support his affirmation.

“Did the horns give it away?” The dark-haired demon asks, with a smile that could make him the single male model of some sin’s propaganda. Your eyes flick to his tail, long and thick, moving calmly in waves behind him, and come up to the unbelievably wide black wings sprouting from his back and threatening to blow a hole in your ceiling. 

“Sure,” You say while your eyes come back to his face, taking a second look at the long, twisted black horns sprouting from his high forehead and mixing with his thick raven hair. “Let’s say it’s the horns.”

He snickers but his golden stare is very much sharp on you. Even before it pinned you in place you had found that your legs had begrudgingly refused to move in front of the massive presence in your living room. 

“You’re an interesting little thing, aren’t you?” He muses out loud, his arms crossing in front of his body while one hand cradles his own face while he looks down at you. The gold irises glint in the dark like a beacon, the small crystal-like black pupil like that of a wild animal. “Normally people would have been screaming by now. Or passing out. Maybe running.” He doesn’t move from where he stands, but his sentient tail floats over to you, lightly caressing the side of your face as a child stroking their pet; it moves under your chin, over your jaw and cheekbone, pats your hair back, and comes to circle your throat. 

It doesn’t squeeze -- but the threat is pretty much clear.

“I don’t think my legs can move.” You tell him in a breathless voice, panic eating away at the corners of your sanity the more you stare at the insanity in front of you. A monstrosity of man with a tail and wings to crown it swaying in your living room as if it’s all okay, as if this is real life. You shudder in place, a whole-body wave of dread that moves along your body and makes you tremble as all the hair on your being stands in place. He grins down at you, wicked and pretty, a cheshire air of mischief in the way his golden irises glint in the dark background of his eyes and mingle with the dim lit room to go with the roll of white pearls of sharp-looking teeth in his mouth.

“Am I dreaming?” Your thoughts escape from your lips in a breath as his tail grounds you to reality, burning hot and heavy around your neck. It contrasts awkwardly with the image in front of you, which your brain keeps trying to deny as true, but the weight of his tail pulls you from the edge of disbelief and pins you in place, your limbs turning cold as you feel unable to move. “Or am I going insane, somehow?”

“Do you think your brain is failing you, little one?”

“Well, seems like the logical reason why there’s a winged man in my living room. With horns and-- a tail.” Your voice stops and you gulp right before your eyes snap once again to his devilish black and golden eyes. “Wait. Are you a demon? Is… a demon in my living room?” The more you speak the least sense it makes. The thing in front of you seems to be very amused by the twinges of panic and disbelief coloring your voice and expression. “Why?”

He smirks and his wings do a fluttering thing before they curve inside his back, two massive black things even when they’re closed. “Must be your lucky day.”

You snort even through your scared haze. “Not exactly what one thinks when considering demons.”

“Ah, bad rep.” Kuroo says and he floats as if he’s sitting on a chair, his legs crossing as he supports an elbow on his thigh and his face on his hand. It’s both parts unnerving and enthralling, and you’re struck with the fact of how big he is once again. “God’s marketing team is hella good. We get the rep for everything going on now-- the crops died? Oh, the devil. Psycho kid? Demoniac. Fucked up government? Send from hell. Sex? Devilish.” He sighs, his pretty lips jutting in a pout as his beautiful face falls into a tired mask. “It’s tiresome to be the poster-boys to all things wicked.”

“Well, seems like you do the part just fine.” You hide yourself through some small sarcasm, as you grumble the remark.

“Hah.” His sharp teeth flash in the dark at the barked laugh, a gasped sound as if he truly found your remark funny. “We get used to it,” He nods your way and then shrugs, a never-leaving smirk on his lips. “And I like the style.”

“Sure,” you say, despite the clear unconvinced tone of your voice as your eyebrows shut up slowly, eating the distance from your hairline until you blink and tiptoe around your next words, “not to be rude, Mr. Demon--”

“Call me Kuroo.” He cuts you off charmingly, as one would in flirting; a playful arch in his brows as his smile spreads just that bit more over his face. You just now realize the appeasing traces of it, the sharp angle of his jaw, the high of his square cheekbones, and the elegant line of his nose; then your eyes fly over the protruding circles of his horns, and your eyes go round almost involuntarily. 

“Okay…” It breaches your lips along with a puff of breath. You blink a few times before continuing, still doubting your own eyes as they thread over the massive monster in front of you. You wonder if he’d look better if he’s bent to your height, but then again that wouldn’t do much about those broad shoulders, engulfing your wall where he stands. “Not to be rude, Mr. Kuroo, but…” you steady yourself with a deep breath before continuing, your hand flying to press against your eyes before you can reopen then and see the exact same thing from before -- a demon in your house. “What the fuck you’re doing here, exactly?” 

He smiles, pleased with your cussing, apparently. Then his eyes turn focused, predatory,  and they’re locked on you.

“I’ve come to offer a deal, little one.”

“A deal?” You parrot, lost in the pull of those golden eyes.

“Yes,” Kuroo smirks, lips splitting unnaturally over sharp canines. He keeps floating in his position, face supported on a big, clawed, hand. “And a quite good one, too.” 

“You… You’re at my home, to offer me a deal, right after the small rant on Devil’s bad marketing.” You list the things, doubt thick in your voice.

Kuroo smiles, but it looks wrong. “Yes, dear.” 

“Okay,” You risk, though it comes out as a question. Kuroo seems pleased, though. “Go ahead, I guess?”

“I need something from you.”

“Oh shit, is this the soul thing?” Your eyes widened again, hands coming to stand protectively in front of you even as you doubt you could do much to fend him off if he wanted to do you harm. “I’ve seen Supernatural, I’m not selling my fucking soul okay?!”

“Chill, kitten, I don’t really mind your soul.” He’s rather nonchalant, golden eyes completing a circle along his eyeballs before they fall once again on you while Kuroo comes out from his floating position to pace calmly over to you. Then, his sharp teeth split his face wickedly in two, an alluring characteristic in the way his lips form an overconfident grin as he bends over you in your place on the couch. “It’s your body I’m interested in.”

“My… body?” 

“Have you ever heard of hell portals?” His face engulfs your line of vision as his tail angles your head back to look up at him, a clawed finger gliding over your jawline at that.

“No? Should I? Who do you think I am to know about hell doors?” It happens again, your thoughts slipping through your lips at the same rate as you think them, the sarcastic tone of your mind also dripping out much as if that had been your intention all along. 

He seems rather happy at that, too.You wonder if he’s prying the truth from you somehow. “Well, you’re one.”

“What?” You ask, stupidly, as his face gets further from you and he straightens back into his full height.

“A door, to hell.” Kuroo finishes, cheerfully. It looks, once again, wrong on his face, as if it's more of a threat than a joke. 

 The seconds pass by as falling rocks over metal, loud and rattling, a restless moment in which you keep staring at the monster --demon-- face and even as his horns stay in place and his curved wings twitch, it stills feels wholly detached from reality; an insane, out of this plane moment in which you doubt your whole being - your eyes and your ears and your brain and your skin, where the weight and warmth of his tail still surrounds your neck.

“Now I know I’m losing my mind.” You murmur to yourself as you can’t make peace between reality and, well, this reality. 

“Ah, you humans are such disbelievers. I’m here in front of you, saying you’re a portal, and you still doubt your own eyes as if they’re the origin of your offense.” Kuroo mocks you, crossing his arms in front of his body and for a second your eyes linger on the blackness of his clawed hands, the weird way they’re shaped as if something is enveloping them, elongating claws on the point of his fingers with the color of a moonless night. Still, the acidic tone in his voice makes you perk up with infuriating annoyance, and it seeps from you at the same rate as it fills you. 

“Well, sorry if it’s hard for me to believe I’m a fucking hell portal.” You sass him, fiery eyes closing on gold. It’s even more annoying that he smiles through your taunt. “Ten minutes ago I didn’t even believed in hell.”

“You can keep doubting if you want. Aren’t you doing so even when you see me here? All I need is passage and then you’ll be free to doubt once again,” his eyes glow brighter as he closes in on yours in a way that has you swaying in place, a vexatious air around him that’s unmistakable; but then again he is a demon, so maybe that’s just the norm. “That is… if you want.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the promise in his voice, and your own trembles when you ask, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That this can be a one-time thing -- or not.” 

You blink, a bit lost. 

“What’s this, exactly?” Your brain pulses in pain at the quantity of information it has to make sense and still try to understand. It’s too much and soon you’re pressing your hands on your face in frustration, “Dude, you’re not making sense.”

“It’s easy.” Kuroo says and suddenly you’re yanked up by thin air, floating in front of his fingers at his will as he twirls your body in the air as if you’re some sick kind of roulette. “Inside you, there’s a portal. I’ll activate it, and go to hell. In exchange, I’ll give you something.” As he speaks, clawed hands slowly and maliciously thread over the valley of your breasts and then down your middle, his golden eyes like a lighthouse to your wandering attention. “Something I know you desire, but you may not even know so. May not even accept yourself.” As his fingers approach the appex of your sex, you’re rounded in the air abruptly and set right on your feet in front of him, safe and sound and dizzy, feeling like prey to those eyes. “It may be this single time, or, if you accept my deal, it can be more.”

You breathe some big gulps of air before speaking in a wavering voice, “Something I wish? And you won’t tell me what that would be?”

“Essentially, you know. You just may be in… denial.” His eyes flash that golden glint once again, twirling molten pools of liquid sun on his face. Their constant, slow motion never-ending circles seeping inside your consciousness, making your mind blank, slowly flowing into a haze in which you feel lost but safe; warmth flowing from it over you as if you’re being dipped in melted honey, weighted down but comfortable, as moving against warm waves in a tropic beach. 

It tips from your mouth as you’re swimming in the molten pools of gold, pulled out from your body as the warm breath from your lungs, heated and pliant. “Okay.”

The spell crashes as his grin spreads through his face, the self-satisfied smirk of a cat who got its prey. Just as you’re burning in embarrassment and ready to cancel whatever that was you just said yes to, a sudden wave of warmth spreads from your face to your feet, your hair undulating at the force it hits you, and travelling so quickly you can feel the way your toes curve while a buzz crosses them, a pleasant but foreign thrill settling in your bones. You send him a nasty glare. 

“The fuck have you done to me?”

“Me? Nothing, kitten.” Kuroo tells you but everything from his expression, to his stance and the fucking satisfied smirk he sports tell you it’s a lie. Your glare turns worse. His lips are curved up in a telling manner but he concedes with a tilt of his head.  “I just lowered your inhibitions, relax.”

“Why would you do that?” The questions zap from your mouth just as you think it, and in a fleeting thought you wonder if that isn’t exactly what he meant. 

“I told you, I’m going to give you what you want.” Kuroo says as he stops in front of you, a sexy, powerful sway in the way he moves and towers over you that you can’t help but appreciate. “But I need you to accept your darker wishes,” It’s a murmur, raspy in his deep voice, and you breathe the words in as the indecent, luscious feeling swell inside your being and seems to find it’s home in your chest-- and drip from your sex. “And then embrace me.”

“I don’t want you.” You tell him, but it comes breathless, weak, and as Kuroo’s golden eyes pierce yours, you can feel as he pinpoints your lie. 

“Then let’s change that, shall we?” 

He wastes no time in maneuvering you into his arms, pulling you through thin air until his feral hands close around your middle and neck. Kuroo tilts your head back while grazing a single clawed finger over your pulse-point and up to your jawline, and then his breathing comes loud and misty against your bared skin. 

“Wait--” You plead as your breath comes in long puffs and when you wet your lips before continuing, a freakishly long, wet and hot tongue comes to lick a big stripe of your skin and you yelp loudly, “-- the fuck!” 

Kuroo, on the other hand, literally hums approvingly and brings his nose to glide over your skin, soft breathing as his hands pull you closer into his massive chest. You realize now, at the proximity,  just how big and broad he is, somehow between terrifying and uncanningly acceptable. 

His body runs hot, the temperature difference between yours quite clear when your skin feels so heated by his touch, clothes you found nice now feeling constricting the more of you that touches him. 

The planes of his chest are hard and toned, lean muscle and strength as he moves you up without effort, your feet dangling way above the ground and still no hint of struggle as he supports your weight. As you get closer, those yellow irises centered in black globes seem to pry inside your mind, big and all encompassing; it makes something coil in your chest, much like panic but tame as agitation.

“Wait--” You breathe out and look down, shocked at the distance you found yourself from the ground. Something crawls from your chest as a distressed groan, “I--” 

Kuroo tilts your head back and -- not without sending you a smirk -- delves down to close your lips together.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t this -- you’re swept away by the kiss, amazed at how well your mouths work together, how perfectly plush and soft his thin lips feel on yours, how pleasing the motions of his tongue are against yours, how tasteful his movements are, and before long, you’re breaking the kiss but because you need to breathe, to pull some air inside yourself to battle the haze settling in your mind.  

It does nothing to aid you though.

Your body feels achingly flushed, avid, weirdly pliant and it is with mild surprise that you feel yourself drooling inside your panties. Something tells you to be indignant, to kick him, to bite and claw, but instead you’re sighing the weakest of noises, spiralling back to his expert lips, falling deeper inside the slow seduction that this demon offers.

Kuroo moves you calmly, his big, searing hot hands threading across your body and working goosebumps in it’s trail even as all he does is touch you over your clothes. Your hands, previously abandoned by the side of your body start to move up his body, spreading your small palms over his chest, and instead of pushing him off, you’re pulling him closer, opening your mouth wider, your legs hiking over his side as if you’re begging for the moment he’ll pick you up.

“Hmm, what a nice little thing you are.” Kuroo murmurs over your lips, taking in the wrecked expression you sport with just a kiss. “So honest, too.” His claws glide over your thigh, hiked on his side. It doesn’t hurt, but the feeling of something sharp sliding against your skin makes your heart rate pick up and your panties grow wetter.

“You’ll like this too, kitten, don’t worry.” His syrupy voice enchants you as he hooks a razor-sharp claw on the side of your shorts, threads up slowly and precise until the ripping sound breaks through your haze. When you look down, your hooded eyes turn wide, taking in the fact he just ripped your shorts and how easily they slide to the ground once they’re free from your hiked leg. The panties stay, but they’re not exactly much. 

“Hey!” You turn to look up at him, puffed cheeks in indignation, and one of his hands yanks your head back, angling your body in a arch as his other hand glides over your thigh to your lower belly, sharp thumb swiftly climbing up your body and with such, ripping your comfy t-shirt. The feeling of something scratching along your middle and the valley of your breasts make your breathing catch up on your lungs, too afraid it will press enough to hurt if you move. You never knew a menace could be this seductive.

Still, the anticipation coils inside you, pours from between your legs as your skin feels too small to hold all the feelings cursing to you, your breasts heavy and your lips falling open in a breath that Kuroo drinks from your lips, attentive and dedicated as his tongue comes out and slides over your lips.

His eyes glint in the dark, sharp and focused. 

“You know what? I think I’ll like you.”

 The air feels cold on your heated skin, especially when he holds you so close. Small trembles pass through your frame as you melt inside his kiss, falling deeper inside the pleasure he offers you and Kuroo barely started. Your nipples perk up without attention and when his rough palm rolls over them, their new-found sensitivity makes it impossible for you to not let out a sound. It’s something meek and surprised, but Kuroo seems proud of it and decided to pull more out of you. 

Magically, you’re yanked up, floating until your middle is at the height of his neck. 

“Hey! What are you doing?” Your head is millimeters from hitting the ceiling, your hands touching it as a way to protect yourself, you throw a nasty glare down at his face just for him to make a half-circle in the air and your upper body be launched behind. 

“No!” You’re laying on thin air -- your heart beating so fast your blood pulses in your head as you look over your shoulder and notices just how impossible is the situation going on, where you’re levitating a few meters from the ground. 

If he stops now, would you go down crashing? Would you die from such a fall? Questions swirl in your mind enough for you to forget whats going on - the way a sharp claw swiftly cuts the side of your panties - until something wet, firm and long prods on your dripping folds.

“What--” Your first action is to hitch your neck up so you can confirm that it is what you think it is, and, granted, Kuroo is slowly prying you open, his huge tongue threading on your most sensitive parts. As he laps a long stripe down your pussy, he looks up at you in flashing gold, seeming extremely pleased. 

Kuroo winks at you, depraved.

Your blood is rushing through your veins at such a haste that you feel dizzy, and your whole body is fervent as something very loud breaks through your lips as Kuroo’s tongue moves and presses on your slit, circles your clit, and moves in serpentine movements along your puffy cunt. 

You didn’t realize before how the texture of his tongue was a bit rugged but now you’re suffering the full extent of its benefits as he eats you out sloppily, enough that you’re dripping down on the carpet as his monstrously long and dexterous tongue plays with your cunt as if that’s his sole mission on earth. Kuroo hums against your clit, makes your whole body tremble with it, and at some point, he manages to press his tongue flat against your clit and still reach enough that it dips softly inside your entrance, slowly and deliciously prying the inner ring of your sex open, then broader.

You can’t help the noises falling from your lips and when one of his rough, clawed hands close around your breast, the pressure inside you peaks and you’re panicking at how close you are to your first orgasm, from his tongue alone, at an impossible long and sentient… demon tongue. 

But he retreats just as your mouth falls open, your throat constricted by the scream that instead becomes an indignated gasp. “Fuck--! I was--”

“Hmmm, I know.” Kuroo answers you, his hands coming to hold your thighs open as you tremble from the effort. His thumb pulls your cunt lips apart and his golden eyes glint, fierce and pleased at the same time. “Aren’t you an interesting plaything? Skyrocketing into pleasure head first when I was just getting a taste.” He licks his lips, his canines making an appearance as his ridiculous long tongue cleans his face and chin where your juices have leaked to. 

His grin should be illegal. “Delicious, by the way. But I’m not ready to end this so fast.”

“End this… fast?” You ask, still having difficulty in thinking straight when you’re floating up in the air with your legs spread open in front of his face, his thumbs spreading you open as if you’re his meal and he likes to play before eating.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable.” Kuroo muses out loud and before you can blink you’re falling, screaming in your surprise until you bounce on the comfortable cushion of your bed. The air is knocked out of you in a oof, but Kuroo just looks down at you happily, his smile still looking mischievous as if that’s his whole personality trait.

You know what, maybe it is.

“Warn a girl.” You tell him, and he winks your way, just as he pulls your naked body to the edge of the bed.

“Consider yourself warned: i’m about to eat you up.”

His massive hands engulf you and arch your body into his eager mouth, where his tongue lavish at your sex in a way that has you feeling as if they everywhere and at the same time. The muscle is thick and long, firm as it presses from your entrance to your clit, as it rounds your sensitive spot and slithers down through your pussy lips, slurping it with his lips as his wicked tongue never stops its prodding.

One of his hands circles your body, closes around your breast and tweeks your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, painfully, deliciously, something obscene curling inside you at the way the feelings mix, the pain and the bliss and it doesn’t help that Kuroo moves his mouth to the sensitive and fragile skin of your inner thighs and build a whole trail of bite marks and throbbing hickeys. 

Something firm, large and hot slither up your body, circling a breast but finding it’s home at a circle around your neck -- his tail -- and the more vocal you become, the more it seems to close around your throat, your heart beating on your fingertips as they claw at anything of Kuroo’s you can reach, hazy and breathless at the way he discloses your wicked desires so plainly, the way his every move seems to discover layer after thick layer of temptations that you have hidden so deep with partners before.

“Such a pretty little thing you are,” Kuroo coos to you when he presses a thick finger past the tight ring of your cunt. “So honest and eager,” It moves, prods, another one joins and soon they’re scissoring against your walls, opening your tender flesh so he can sink himself in further. 

The mere thought has you moaning out loud -- unbelievable and yet, you feel how your arousal drips from your cunt to your thighs.

 “Ahhhh~” Kuroo exhales as his tongue laps a long stripe of your juices. “So pure.” He says against your pussy lips, kissing them and then letting his long tongue slide further until it prods between the cheeks of your ass, immediately falling into circular motions on the furl of muscle. You yelp but midway it becomes an embarrassing moan. “This just makes me wanna ruin you more.”

It’s too much -- he has to know it’s too much, and as Kuroo curves his fingers just right inside your sloppy cunt and his tongue breaches just the tiniest bit the resistance of your ass, your eyes are falling open in huge plates, a long moan of his name on your tongue as you’re so close to cumming you can practically taste the high already.

“No, not now.” Kuroo chastises you as he retreats his tongue and fingers from you, the arch of your body ready to snap curling in a tremble of a denied release.

“Too soon, kitten. I want to savor this.” His tone comes out between pleased and patronizing, and it makes your cunt clench, empty. 

You heave, unfocused eyes blinking the wicked golden away. “What--” A deep breath. “What do you want from me?”

“Wrong question, kitten.” Kuroo tells you just as his massive frame bends over you, the wicked eyes seducing you in once again -- not that they ever stopped. “Now that I got a taste,” He murmurs practically against your lips, and you lick where his breath hits, captivated, “I want all of you.”

 He lets you fall on the bed once again and maneuvers your body without difficulty until your ass is high in the air and your thighs are spread, his tail lighter around your throat, fondly slithering on your jaw. His knee presses on the mattress until it squeaks and his hands massage from your thighs to your ass, prying it open and kneading it with hard, powerful hands.

“Beautiful.” He praises you and you swear your pussy throbs and flutters hard enough to make a gushing noise. By the way Kuroo snickers, it may be true. 

His tongue is the first thing you feel right after his laboured breathing on your cunt. It pries you open, thick muscle sliding inside you, big and wet and dexterous and you’re moaning against the mattress in seconds. 

Kuroo seems pleased even though all he does is hum, his large hands press on your back and the other opens your cheeks wide for his assault. Something hot prods your asshole, and you’re surprised at how careful his fingers can be while maneuvering the wetness left by his tongue there. They move slowly but surely as he presses and retreats, opening you from two fronts and still seemingly not enough.

He decides to change, his tongue coming out of your sex and then sliding to your ass as his thumbs open your lips for him to watch as he dips two big fingers inside your cunt. The stretch, the massive pleasure of being assaulted by both ends make you clench and cream around his digits, once again climbing up the familiar euphoric road. 

This time, however, Kuroo stops you differently.

His hard, heavy hand falls on your ass cheeks forcefully in what must be his intention of being light. You yelp loudly and groan, somehow caught between winding down and flying right over the edge. 

“Oh, hoho~” Sounds from his voice and he descends his hand once again on your ass, heavy and startling. It sounds so loud and so lewd in the empty room, your whole being burns in place, trembling from the effort of holding yourself in all fours and the pure elation growing inside you, spreading from your fingertips to the depraved center of your being. 

As the sting settles in your senses, it winds down your orgasm but makes a renewed wave drip from your cunt and down your thigh. You’re surprised at how it excites you, the pain, but fuck it still stings. His hand falls on your ass a couple more times but then his hot palms knead the stinging flesh, an exquisite feeling spreading over you as it throbs and burns and you melt.

“Ugh! Fuck!” You groan, biting the mattress, unable to tell him to stop and too embarrassed to tell him to keep going.

“You really are a nice plaything, aren’t you?” Kuroo asks but it seems as if it's more for himself, his digits collecting your wetness as he dips once again inside your cunt, spreading his fingers apart and sliding a third inside just as his thumb circles your clit lightly and you howl, sensitive and wanton, too eager into tasting bliss.

This time, at least you’re half-conscious he’s not letting you cum. Kuroo stops, leaving you clenching for something, anything and gives you nothing. His immoral smirk seems to sound in the air, much as the way his tail leaves your throat to circle your hair and yank you back, stuffing your open mouth with the fingers that were just inside you. You lap obediently at them and he groans in your ear, teeth nibbling at your skin. It’s almost as if he’s tempted.

“We’re almost ready, kitten.” He tells you with a hoarse voice, all sin and flames, “Hold on.”

“Ready?” You question poorly with a mouth stuffed of fingers, but he understands and nods your way, his tongue licking the spit that starts dripping from the corner of your mouth at how broad his fingers open it. 

You don’t see if Kuroo undress or if he just magically gets naked behind you, the startling thing being the incredible feeling of his hot skin on yours, the dazzling feeling of his hard planes of muscle on your back, the sublime sight of his skin marked by faint scars; When you feel the scalding, throbbing thick member at the side of your thigh, however, you have to look back. 

“Oh my God,” You murmur at the sight of his cock. It’s proportional to his form, but that just means it’s ridiculously big, a veiny, swollen thing that seems looming as it stands close to you, and it clicks in your slow mind just what he meant by almost ready.

“Nope, I’m on the other team here.” Kuroo grins at you as he turns you with your back on the bed, spreads you on the cushion until your thighs hurt from the effort. His tail sways behind him as if to paint a scene, and you realize his wings are nowhere to be seen now, “Though I do think it’s some kind of poetic justice to have you screaming and blaspheming jesus while I fuck you silly.”

The higher part of your cheekbones alights with flames at the implication and you gasp back the words you planned on speaking when Kuroo’s hand pivots your lower back up to his mouth and closes his efforts on your neglected clit as his freak thick tongue enters you in one go.

You cannot explain the sensation of such a soft muscle invading your walls, or the way in which it seems to focus so expertly on your weak spots, but you’re too wound up not to fall head first into rapture. 

When he stops this time, you actually curse him, in the most wrecked sound that has ever left your lips.

“Ughhhhhhh--Fuck you!”

The bastard laughs, debauched, then deposits a kiss over your pussy as his golden eyes fix on you. “Now you’re ready.”

Kuroo adjusts until you’re both at the bed, pulling you up on his powerful thighs until his cock bounces over your navel and reaches way too high for you to actually be calm. But then he retreats his hips, bent over you so his lips can steal the air from your lungs just as his large hand palms at your breasts and his tail slither by your side. 

“Try not to cum too fast, kitten.”

“Easier said than done,” you grumble back against his lips and let yourself fall into the ruthless ecstasy of being spread open on his cock. His lips thread on the side of your jaw, under your neck, biting and sucking on your skin as his hands divide themselves between holding you up and pawing at every bit of you they can reach.

Everything feels so good, as if he knows your inner thoughts by hint alone -- your toes curl at each newfound area that receives his onslaught, you’re contorting at how good his mouth feels on your pulsepoint as he slowly starts to sink his cock inside you. It’s a weird feeling, to feel so full and yet still so eager, but you’re welcoming him at each torturous inch he manages to squeeze inside your tight walls. Your body trembles from the effort, Kuroo’s tongue slides from your neck to your nipple as his hand climbs up and settles around your throat, his fingers enveloping your neck.

Your heart picks up enough that you feel it beating on your ears as you search for his eyes and finally you’re pinned in place under the sharp gold and their twisted intent. 

“Scream for god if you want me to stop.” Is the warning he gives you before his fingers start constricting around your neck, your airways blocked as your chest starts to heave. And in between the small twinge of anxiousness and alarm, you realize just how much that entices you, how much it makes you burn and crave. Somehow you feel corrupted, falling into desires that threaten to peel you apart and leave you exposed.

Kuroo’s cock keeps slowly stretching your insides and his tongue twirls your nipple, your lungs burning for air and your eyes rolling inside your skull as you skyrocket into blissful free-fall. 

“Oh, hell yes.” You listen but don’t register as your body seems to be crushed under the massive pressure of your climax, burning and bright, sound ringing in your head that you come to find out it’s from your hoarse moan, your breathing laboured as Kuroo allows you to suck in air during your peak.

It dawns on you as you’re coming back to your body that theres a twinge of soft pain indicating Kuroo has bottomed out, his muscular thighs pressing flush against yours, the feeling incredible but fuck so much right now. 

As Kuroo nestles himself entirely inside of you, you feel as if your focus shifts, the task to not concentrate all of your attention on the massive hot cock spliting you in two is difficult. Your body feels tight, and not just from your fluttering walls that are constricting around him.

Kuroo sends you a big smile above your head, twinkling eyes in the dark. “Now, hold on.”

You do your best to do so, your arms latching onto him with all the strength you can muster as his hips retreat and then slam back inside you. You’re jolted at each push and pull, the sensual motions so depraved as the noises echo in the room, and you’re dragged into the ferocious pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you, and despite the fact you’ve cum just few moments before, as his tail slides between your bodies and circles and pats at your clit, you’re screaming and, quite unbelievably, cumming again.

“Now we’re very ready.” Kuroo says in a grunt above you, shameless grin as his eyes do their golden thing once again. He lets you stop trembling, peppering small kisses along your collarbone until you’re breathing normally again, but something tells you you’re just being fooled. 

“What?” You tiredly question, the feeling of dread confirming your suspicion.

“We have the whole night ahead of us, little one.” Kuroo nudges at the side of your face, bites softly at the junction of your jaw. “Or we could have more. All you need to do is say yes and i’ll mark you nice and easy here--” His teeth softly nibble on your pulsepoint, “and you’ll be mine.”

“Oh, god.” 

“Haha, wrong again.” His eyes pierce yours, swirling gold as molten honey dripping over your body and weighting your mind down. “Go ahead, tell me what you want.”

It tips out, softly and raw, and you have to close your eyes to hide your emotion. “To belong.”

“Oh, my little thing.” Kuroo softly murmurs on your ear, “Belong to me, then.”

You’re swaying despite lying down, something big and heavy coiling inside your chest as you blink, “I don’t want to belong to someone who isn’t mine.”

It’s a big truth to leave out -- the need for companionship, but a mutual one, a lasting one, a trusting one. You don’t want to be alone, but you also don’t want to have someone who doesn’t belong to you, too. 

Kuroo just smiles, golden eyes on yours, melting you from the fierceness alone. “Exactly,” he speaks against your lips, the taste of his breath on your tongue and you eagerly gulp it down, wickedly licking at his lips. “But i’ll be yours, too.”

In your hazed state, that’s all you need to hear, so you just shyly nod -- and Kuroo growls, angles your head to the side, and sears a marking bite on your neck -- deep, and painful. You mewl, body arching into his touch, and his tongue laps at the fresh wound, making it nice and numb.

“Now, let’s go to the main course.” Kuroo gives you no rest, retreating his hips and slamming back inside. “Don’t forget to breathe!” He teases between your moans. 

Once the fucking starts, it’s a frantic mess, and it goes on forever until the mere feeling of Kuroo’s cock leaving your heat is enough to make you whimper at the loss. The feeling of him inside your walls, a thing that mingles with your being, seares your memory until you cannot remember the feeling of not being split open on his thick cock. As you melt away from the overstimulation of having no rest while Kuroo contently and incessantly keeps pistoning inside you, your painful pleasure mixes until you’re climbing into something that feels weirdly uncanny, your mind -- or is it your body? -- twirls inside itself as if there’s something more than just sweet release ready to burst out. 

Kuroo has made you both teeter on the edge of pleasure and fall into it so many times you can’t differentiate the feelings that come now, this sensation of something being pulled out of you like the many orgasms he caused.

“Hmmm… Yes, my time is coming.” Kuroo groans, his hips movements turning sloppy, apparently displeased with his fucking being cut short while you very much suck a thankful breath at being able to rest. Kuroo’s teeth descend on your neck once again, his hot tongue over the pulsating mark of his bite and you feel him shudder and groan your name as he finally - finally - peaks, the feeling of hot spurts spreading inside you. 

As he cums, Kuroo brings a finger to rub over your abused clit softly and between your oversensitivity and the fact he angles his fat cockhead to softly pound over your sweet spot as he sails his own climax, there’s very little you can do but be ripped apart in bliss, once again, by him. This time is weird. Even as pleasure keeps swirling inside you and building up with the eerie sensation, you can do very little but hold on and wait until the waves crash and pass and you can blissfully surrender into the darkness of exhaustion. 

However, the freakish sensation twirling inside yourself builds and builds until you’re light-headed from the feeling and you just then realize how you’re shining, and how Kuroo has disappeared.

You don’t even have it in yourself to panic. Your body feels heavy and used, spent in the best way possible, but still completely unused to such a frantic session as every muscle in your being throbs, and your eyelids weigh the world as they fall closed and you’re engulfed by darkness.

-

[bonus scene]

 When you wake up in the morning, you are engulfed in a nice blanket, dressed in some mismatched set of pajamas, feeling as if you just had the best sleep of your life - and a weird vivid dream to go with it. You’re blinking up to your ceiling, stretching on your bed and satisfied with how the knots break in small noises as you sit up, when you feel just how sore you are, how your body is heavy despite satisfied, how your thighs burn and your sex throbs. 

Everything crashes up on your mind way too fast, and you’re suddenly torn between passing out and bolting up, but as you try to get up your body falters and a big, hard, hot hand plants itself over your middle and pulls you right back at the bed. 

Of course, you scream.

“Shh, kitten, there’s people trying to sleep here, y’know?”

“What--How--What are you doing here?” You shriek, looking at what is definitely the demon you thought you dreamed, but in a way more humanized version if the absence of his horns, claws and massive wings are anything to go by. The golden eyes are sharp as ever, but no black background to them, and you can infer by that much that his sinful tail probably isn't around too.

The grin he sends your way gives you war flashbacks that make your skin prickle with goosebumps. 

“Well, yesterday was quite nice.” He tells you and you can feel your whole face burn from his tone alone. “So I decided that hell can wait a bit more while I have more fun with you.” His eyes flash with a weird energy, and Kuroo brings his fingers to glide over his bite mark at your neck. The throbbing mark you had forgotten about until now. “After all, you’re mine now.”

“Oh, fuck.”

You’re doomed.

[elysianslove]

in between you; gojō satoru, kuroo tetsurō

requested by anon; ❝ initially i was thinking that the reader is w satoru and they’re out together on a mission or vacation? they tryna have some fun together, and even possibly include a third party just this one time cause they’re feeling esp freaky, adventurous, but still wanna keep this experience private~~👁 👄 👁 they see tetsu (aged up plss! i mean technically he already is now, right? o:) & have this instinctive feeling that he’s the perfect choice for whatever reason hahaha 😂 but honestly tho, take it as you want it! i would just be ecstatic to see these two in one story for the first time<3 ❞

pairings; gojō satoru x reader x kuroo tetsurō

genre; smut

warnings; threesome, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (fem!receiving) under the cut

note; this took me over 5 hours, and i haven’t entirely proofread this 3.5k+ worth of filth so i’m sorry for any mistakes! i hope everyone enjoys <3

━ the air in brazil is considerably more humid than tokyo, and it’s evident in the way your clothes stick to your skin, despite the general lack thereof. still, you don’t falter for a moment as you walk through the crowd, fingers linked with your lover’s as you lead the way. you’re not entirely sure where you’re headed, or what your exact destination is, but instead of filling you with nerves, it lights your nerves with excitement. it could be the humid, or the alcohol you’d downed not too long ago, or simply the unfamiliarity of the area and language, but time seems to move slow, you with it. the people around you are a blur of tan skin and colorful clothing and bright, ecstatic smiles, and it feels like the only two people that exist in this very moment are you, and your lover.

and him.

you’re breathless for a reason you’re unable to pinpoint at when you pull satoru aside, fisting at the shirt he dons, pushing your body flush against his. you lift yourself up slightly, the height difference between the two of you significant, before you murmur, “i want him.”

it’s not an off-putting statement to hear from you, at least not after your discussion prior a few weeks ago. after agreeing that inviting a third person into your bedroom, even if just for one night, would be an interesting addition, the conversation had faded away, and your private life was left in fate’s hands. it had only been when your lover had surprised you with a plane ticket and a long since needed vacation had the conversation arisen again, and ever since two nights ago, you’d wandered the streets in search of the perfect candidate.

“hm,” satoru hums amusingly, a teasing smile on his lips as he thumbs at your jaw gently. he looks over the man twice. he’s tall, possibly as tall as satoru, with dark hair a complete contrast to satoru’s own white wisps of strands. he wears simple clothing, yet it remains as fashionable as ever with the stance he takes, the smirk he wears on his lips, the confident aura that surrounds him as he thanks a vendor for a shot, downing it straight. he’s the exact image of a man he’d assumed you’d choose. “you sure, doll?”

you nod firmly, your gaze fixated on the dark haired man. satoru’s eyes have returned to you; he’s not sure why you’re as certain as you are, but he’s never been one capable of ever saying no to you, so he turns you around, arm thrown over your shoulders, and walks the two of you towards the man.

it’s almost as if he had been expecting you. empty shot glass disregarded, he lifts a hand to run his fingers through his hair, shaking them out, inviting smile never faltering. subconsciously, satoru’s arm slips off your shoulders, hand falling to grasp at your waist as you almost tip over, clumsy and heavy with desire, nearly falling into the man’s arms. small fingers grip at his shirt lightly, teasingly, and with wide, pleading eyes, you say, “come home with us tonight.”

one of the man’s large hands crawl up to rest above your palm, and he meets satoru’s eyes from behind you. they seem to speak to one another through simple, barely noticeable expressions, their eyes talking up a novel. until the dark haired man tightens his hand around yours while lifting the other to cup gently at your chin, before he leans down closer to you, whispering, “call me tetsurō, pretty girl.”

you kiss him before satoru  manages to shut the hotel door behind you. permission and consent fully granted from your lover, you pull yourself closer to the man, hands gripping helplessly at the collar of his shirt, pressing your lips harder against his. daringly, your mouth falls open, tongue easily slipping out and into his own mouth, twisting your tongue with his. you continue to kiss him open mouthed, your hands snaking up roughly from his collar, up to the nape of his neck, to his roughed up hair. naturally, it had seemed tousled, and you can’t help but picture the way it would be when you finally get to play with him.

from behind you, satoru’s arms wrap around your middle, hands groping at whatever skin is revealed from your clothing, sinking beneath your shirt. his hot mouth is upon your neck immediately, his teeth biting and his tongue licking and his mouth sucking as he paints a pretty bruise on your skin. he can feel your pulse burn alive beneath his abusing mouth, but it only encourages him, his hands traveling higher to grope at your breasts.

the slowness of the pace infuriates you, and you whimper against testurō’s mouth, pulling back breathlessly to lean into your lover’s arms. you lift one arm to run it through his hair, tugging lightly just the way you’ve learnt he likes it as he continues to taint your skin, while you drag your other free hand down tetsurō’s chest, thumbing at the buttons of his shirt impatiently.

lips leave your neck suddenly, satoru’s hands tightening around your breasts as he encourages directly by your ear, “use your big girl words, doll.” tetsurō watches with amusement as you shiver at his words, his fingers already working at unbuttoning his shirt.

with a hitch in your breath, you reply, “i want to fuck you both, please— please want to be stuffed full, please!”

at your words, tetsurō’s eyes widen slightly, an eyebrow raised in cheerful shock. “you’re gonna be a fun one, aren’t you?” he wonders out loud, finally freeing himself of his shirt, grabbing at it and pulling it off his shoulders. the movement of his arms flexes his muscles even more, and you’re sure he’s showing off properly, but you decide you can’t entirely blame him, not with the body he hides beneath. he’s toned, muscular and big and strong and so perfect.

it’s a blur as the three of you rush to rid yourself of your clothes, tetsurō being the first to finish, quick to sprawl on the king bed in the middle of the room. his cock stands shamelessly hard against his stomach as he leans up on his elbows, watching as satoru easily lifts you on his shoulders, his own cock twitching as you squeal loudly, before he tosses you on the bed.

“mmm,” tetsurō approvingly hums, “pretty tits. bet your pussy’s pretty too.” he’s leaning on one elbow now, hovering by your side as his fingers ghost over your chest and between your breasts, dancing around your nipples teasingly, leaving an array of goosebumps in their wake.

satoru’s hands are on your thighs, slowing spreading them open, crawling lower till his face hovers by your cunt. your chest is heaving with anticipation as you stare at him between your legs, as he leans his face forward slightly to lick a stripe at your folds, up to your clit, before he latches his mouth around it. his head tilts as he sucks harder, reveling in the way your hands scramble to cover your face in embarrassment, breathless, desperate cries leaving your lips repeatedly. tetsurō’s mouth occupies itself with one of your nipples, his technique eerily similar to the way satoru sucks and licks at your clit.

“come on, doll,” satoru urges between licking and sucking at your folds. “let him see you. you know you have the most gorgeous face when you cum.”

to reinforce his statement, pulls your clit between his teeth, rolling it softly. your back arches, pushing your hips harsher against his mouth, your eyes completely shut even as your hands fly to his hair. tetsurō’s fingers graze your lower abdomen, but you barely have half a mind to register this with your breasts bruised and your nipples sore and aching, that when his fingers dip past satoru’s mouth on your clit to find your entrance, you let out a choked scream, fingers tightening impossibly in satoru’s hair.

“you gonna show me how pretty you look cumming?” tetsurō praises, his other hand twisting in your hair and pulling slightly, urging you to open your eyes. they snap open, meeting his momentarily, before they fall onto satoru’s hungry ones. fuck, the feel of them both, the sight of them both, it’s dizzyingly overwhelming, that your high hits you within seconds, beginning at your core before traveling all across your body, leaving you a trembling and sobbing mess as your eyes roll back. “yeah, that’s it,” tetsurō encourages as satoru moans around your clit, both his mouth and tetsurō’s fingers milking you of everything that you have to offer. “cum all my fingers and your boyfriend’s mouth. such a good girl, making a mess of us.”

mercifully, at the feel of your attempt to shut your legs, satoru lifts himself up from between your legs, grinning up at you the way he always does, his lips a complete mess. and just like always, you reach over to cup his face, pulling him in for a kiss. against your lips, muffled slightly by the way you greedily kiss at him, he says, “tasted so good, baby.” you kiss him harder, losing yourself within the familiar taste and feel of him, your hand mindlessly reaching out for tetsurō, resting upon the nape of his neck and pulling him towards you. you unlatch your mouth from satoru’s, urging tetsurō closer until his lips are on yours.

from the position you lay in, you can barely feel the graze of satoru’s cock against your sensitive clit, the tip nudging the bundle of nerves unintentionally. it reminds you of what you really want, what you truly desire, forcing you to pull back, either hand resting on either man’s cheek, eyes honest as you look between them and say, “can i please have your cocks now?”

in true fashion of your lover, he laughs lightly, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw. “since you asked so nicely,” he replies.

“how do you want us, beautiful?” tetsurō asks, both him and satoru allowing you space to sit up.

“however way you want me,” you tell him, and unable to hide it, he visibly sucks in a sharp breath at your words.

satoru hums amusingly at his reaction, hand resting on tetsurō’s shoulder and pushing him back onto the bed, before he turns to you, leaning his body closer to you. one arm encloses you within him, his other hand cupping at your jaw, thumb at your lips. “i want you to ride him. will you do that for me, baby?” he asks, but the way the question is stated has tetsurō guessing the older man had already known the answer prior, and his theory’s proven when you nod eagerly, no second thoughts given. his cock hardens impossibly at the sight of you almost cowering in front of satoru, staring up at him with faux innocence and unbelievable desire. “can i fuck your ass too, pretty girl?” satoru continues, smiling proudly when you nod again.

with just as much enthusiasm, you crawl over to tetsurō, lifting one leg to straddle him properly. at the sight of your glistening thighs and drenched cunt spread above him, tetsurō curses lowly, hand flying to fist at his cock slowly, twisting his wrist at the head, smearing his precum all over. after a few seconds of fumbling from his left, a condom lands on his chest, and a bottle of lube falls to his side on the mattress beneath him.

as he picks up the plastic, eyeing the lube, he quirks an eyebrow at the couple before him, smirking with the package between his teeth, ripping it apart. when he tosses the plastic wrapping away, he wonders with a teasing voice, “you two planned this?”  

satoru’s eyes lock with his, with his lips on your throat again, kissing along the bruises he’d painted upon your skin. “you planning on fucking her before she regrets her decision?” satoru taunts, hands returning to twist at your aching nipples while tetsurō rolls the condom onto his cock.

“so impatient,” tetsurō tuts, smearing some lube on his cock as his hand reaches out for your thigh, resting there while you lean up on your knees.

he lines himself up at your entrance, tip teasing between your folds momentarily, before he hears you let out a pained sigh, a whiny, dragged out, “tetsu.” his fist tightens at the base of his cock and he steadies it, watching with mesmerization as you sink slowly onto it, his cock disappearing into you inch by inch, your cunt stretching to accommodate him. tetsurō knows he’s big, and has multiple partners in which they’ve done nothing but stroke at his ego with the way they struggle to take him all in. but despite the way your hips stutter ever so slightly, the way your body’s impossibly tense, the way your cunt is spasming around him, the way your eyes screw shut, even as satoru’s guiding hands remain on your waist — you don’t falter. you continue to take him in, easing him into you, your cunt sucking him in until he’s completely bottomed out, until you sit all pretty and perfect on his lap, stretched out and full of his cock.

“good girl,” satoru praises from behind you, and tetsurō’s thankful he’s said it, because the way you’re feeling around him, he doubts he can conjure up proper words. “such a good girl. took him so well, baby, m’so proud of you.”

you whine, tossing your head back on your lover’s shoulder, hands grabbing at his large ones at your waist. tetsurō’s hands are still on your thighs, squeezing and caressing the flesh soothingly and encouragingly. he wants to praise you, but satoru’s said it all.

“ready for me?” satoru asks, smiling proudly when you nod and your head falls forward, your body slowly with it. you lean down, curling in on tetsurō, and he gratefully accepts you in his arms.

you rest your head on his chest, his cock shifting slightly inside of you at your movement, while his arms move to wrap around you, watching over your shoulders as satoru’s fingers, wet and glossy with lube, meet your other hole. he feels you flinch, tightening and clenching around his cock instinctively, and he’s quick to shush you as he sees satoru’s finger slowly sink in. “you wanna be good for him too, don’t you?” tetsurō gently coerces, cooing as you nod in his hold, mumbling incoherently.

as tetsurō’s cock twitches desperately inside of you, satoru continues to finger your ass, adding a second finger, then a third, once he feels content enough to. with your ass gradually stretching around satoru’s fingers, tetsurō, mindlessly, begins to roll his hips, shallowly thrusting into you. the languid pleasure of satoru’s fingers and tetsurō’s teasing strokes have your hands tightening into fists, your lower lip tucked between your teeth as you swallow your moans. you don’t speak up when you feel ready enough for satoru’s cock, knowing that he knows you even better than you do yourself, aware that he’s capable of understanding your body and its reactions better, completely giving into him, until finally, his fingers slip out of you with a loud squelch, the tip of his cock replacing them before you could mourn the loss.

slowly, his cock wet and cold from the lube he’d poured, he eases himself inside of you, a guttural groan slipping out from his lips as your ass clenches around him. he hisses at the sensation, hand resting on your lower back kindly. “relax, doll,” he soothes you.

tetsurō’s own large hands move to grip your ass, spreading it more for satoru, and using it as leverage to start thrusting up properly into you. you lift yourself slightly, moving your hands to rest by tetsurō’s head as satoru bottoms out inside of you, your body shifting slightly along tetsurō’s as he fucks up into you. at the feel of both cocks stuffing you, you cry out, your stomach feeling heavy with the overwhelming pleasure, your mouth falling to hang open in an endless, helpless sob as they both start to fuck you at a desperate pace.

“fuck, fuck,” tetsurō chants from beneath you, panting with every slap of skin against skin. “fuck, you feel amazing. can feel your cunt gushing ‘round me, shit.” with every push of satoru’s thrusts, your hard nipples drag along tetsurō’s chest, heightening your sensitivity. you choke at his words, hands fisting at the sheets by his head. 

tetsurō’s thrusts are precise, harsh and diligent, fucking into you with fervor and want, sharply and shallowly. you never are properly rid of his cock from inside of you, each drag more earth shattering than the last. satoru’s thrusts, although they match tetsurō’s pace almost eerily, are teasing and taunting, feeding into your desire for him, forcing you to become more and more desperate, forcing you to rock back your hips searching for more.

“wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum,” you beg, arms weakening, your head falling into the crook of tetsurō’s neck as you let them use your body. “please, wanna cum,” you wail against his skin, pleading at either one of them. satoru’s hands grip at your hips, grip bruising, careful blue eyes watching as you tilt your head on tetsurō’s chest, body rocking in time with each of their movements as you say, “please, satoru. please, baby.”

his breath stops at his throat, and he snaps your hips flush against his shockingly hard, looking over at tetsurō momentarily. then, simultaneously, voices scarily similar and deep, they instruct, “cum for us, pretty thing.”

and obey you do.

your body convulses impossibly, your screams scratching at your throat, echoing around the hotel room. your holes clench around their cocks, immediately sending them over the edge as your insides spasm uncontrollably, milking them of their cum. with a low shout, and a ‘fuck,’ tetsurō spills into the condom, while satoru fills you up, and you’re left a sticky mess.

and just as you feel satoru’s fluttering touch to your lower back, the world dims around you, and you succumb to it gratefully.

when you awaken next, you’re both clean and dry, dressed in a loose shirt that’s easily identifiable as satoru’s. with the deep ache that’s settled in your bones and muscles, and the tiredness that’s completely overtaken you, you make no move to leave the comfort of the warm bed. your eyes are shutting steadily, your body sinking deeper into the mattress, before you feel a presence before you by the edge of the bed, before you hear said presence kneel by you, reach out to brush away at your hair, before poking at your nose jokingly. you scrunch it up, eyes falling open once more. at the sight of your grinning partner, you can’t help but smile back, fists tightening in the blanket that surrounds you.

satoru looks up momentarily, nodding at a figure by his side and confirming, “yeah, she’s awake.”

not wanting to be completely clueless, you urge yourself to move, sitting up on the bed and stretching your arms up as you finally identify the figure that had been standing by satoru’s side, and you’re immediately taken back by hours — hours? — earlier, and the position you’d been in with him. “oh, hey,” you say a little awkwardly.

tetsurō laughs lightly, hands settled into the pockets of his trousers. “oh hey,” he mimics you jokingly. “i wanted to wait to leave after i said goodbye. and thank you for the great night.”

you scoff teasingly, replying, “or you just wanted free hotel food.”

he shrugs. “not denying nor affirming,” he says, and you chuckle, shuffling along the bed to allow space for satoru to sit by you. “but thank you; it really was great.”

satoru leans by you, hand resting behind you, shoulder brushing against yours. “no worries,” he says brightly, adding, “take care, yeah?”

tetsurō only nods with a smile, waving at you, before he walks himself to the door, leaving you finally alone with your lover. satoru leans into you, resting his chin on your shoulder, tilting his head slightly to glance at you. you lift up a hand in response, slightly ruffling his hair, and whispering a low, “thank you,” before placing a soft kiss to his forehead.

he breathes out softly, smiling a little tiredly at you. “always love making you happy,” he reassures, leaning more into you to kiss your cheek. despite the low grumbling of your stomach— no doubt had you worked up an appetite— you let him push you back, let him wrap his arms around you, let him nuzzle into you. and despite how you’d just been with another man, as you fall back into a deep sleep, the only one that graces your dreams is satoru gojō.

[kuroosweakness]

Helloo, can i request suna, osamu, and kuroo for H? Thankyouu, i really like how you write hc tho, it felt so real🥰🥺❤️

waking him up to ask if he’s sleeping: suna, osamu, kuroo

━ suna rintarou

i can see suna as someone who hates being awoken for dumb reasons so you’re gonna have to be careful with this one 

“rin, are you sleeping?” you ask, voice louder than before. when he doesn’t react, you grab one of his hands and squeezes it. “rin, wake up.” 

“what is it?” he groggily asks, eyes still closed as he pats around the bed, searching for you. 

“are you sleeping?” 

the room goes silent as suna lays there, processing your words. you can see his face slowly darkening. 

“...people say there aren’t stupid questions yet you just proved them wrong. congrats,” he mutters, sliding his arm back under his pillow as his back turns to you. 

hearing his toneless reaction, you swallow hard and slowly slides off the bed. maybe trying the tiktok prank on your boyfriend wasn’t such a good idea.  

“where you going?” 

you do a double take at his sudden voice. “i was just gonna go-” 

suna props himself up on his elbows and pushes his black hair back, eyes narrowing in on you. “you woke me up; don’t you think you should make it up by sleeping beside me?” 

he lifts the blanket up and waits for you to climb inside. the heat trapped inside engulfs you, heating your once cold body all around. suna gently pats your cheek and pulls his pillow to your side. he settles his head down besides your as you sink into his pillow. suna shoots you a don’t-ever-do-that-again look

━ miya osamu 

“‘samu,” you whisper, shaking his heavy shoulder with both of your hands. osamu stirs and lets out a soft grunt, eyes still stubbornly shut. “i have a question for you. wake up, wake up.” 

rubbing his eyes with his fist, he blinks several times at you. “what’s your questions?” his husky voice rings through the air. though you’ve never told him, he always knew how much you liked his sleepy voice. 

“were you trying to sleep?” you innocently ask. osamu tilts his head from one side to the other, eyes trailing up your body to meet your eyes. 

“...i know you did not just ask me that,” he says. “are you being serious ... ?” 

seeing his confused face, you bite back a smile. “i saw it on tiktok and thought it’d be fun to try on you.” 

he reaches for your hand and rolls his eyes. “we’ve got to find you a new person to do your experiments on.”  

“well~ there’s this guy i met a few weeks ago-” 

“nevermind.”

━ kuroo tetsurou 

“kuroo...” you softly say, patting down his spiky hair. kuroo’s snores continue. “babe?” you nudge his arm. still no response. “kuroo, wake up. i have a question for you.” 

he turns his head to the said as his eyes flutter half-open. “what ... question?” he mumbles into his pillow. 

“were you asleep?” 

“...is that your question?” 

you nod. “mhm” 

his forehead crinkles as he realizes what you just asked. “babe, seriously? i thought you had an actual question. you know...if you wanted my attention you could’ve just said it ;)” 

you pull back and frowns. “who said i wanted your attention?” 

he laughs and smushes a pillow into your face. “you sure look happy now that you’ve got it.” kuroo pulls the pillow back, takes a good look at your smushed face and laughs even harder, except since he just woke up, his laugh sounds even weirder than usual. 

(why is he like this smh <3 ) 

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