#i love kuroo siGH

[tetzoro]

good morning & happy friday friendz (ㅅ´ ˘ `) we have made it to the end of the week !! i hope you all have a wonderful day and an amazing start to your weekend !! friendly lil reminders : ෆ drink water ! unclench your jaws ! blow a kiss to the sky ! be gentle with yourself ! ෆ

[hellomayu]

home, at last.

[djarinova]

hi sweetest em ! trick or treat ! teehee may i join your event ? it looks like sm fun !

if i could, i’d love to join with kuroo tetsuro and the emoji 🍭 !! some halloween stuff . . i am sooo chicken when it comes to scary movies yet i will always try to tough through it, i was audrey hepburn this year, and i’ve been soooo obsessed with sour candy lately ^_^

aims! but of course you may join my little celebration<3 im glad to have you here 🧡🫶 omg audrey hepburn is such an AMAZING costume choice!! i love that so much :3 and honestly same with the scary stuff, i jump so easily so most horror movies are simply not in my wheelhouse at allll >.<

and dont even get me started on sour candy.... i am obsessedddddd, i stay munching on that stuff all year round tehehe

Trick or Treat...

your costumes: an angel costume for you aims (人 •͈ᴗ•͈✿ฺ) im envisioning a long white dress, with a pair of white wings, and a halo. boots are my go to choice for footwear, and depending on weather either a cardigan or a jacket to go over the top <3

and your counterpart, the devil, is what kuroo shall dress up as tehe im thinking a red dress shirt, black trouser and a black blazer. he will definitely have some little horns on his head (whether a prosthetic/make up type or just a handband) and of course a pair of black wings to match yours

your activity is trick or treating <3 technically your activity is babysitting but! the kids you're watching wanted to go trick or treating and so of course you oblige (the parents had already said it was okay, dont worry)

i think seeing him all dressed up and walking your nieces/nephews/little cousins around town for trick or treating would be such a SIGHT. imagine him holding the hand of one of the kids you're babysitting and watching as she puts a brave look on her face after kuroo tells her that she's definitely scary enough to spook any monsters nearby. he has such a way with kids that the hearts in your eyes do not disappear throughout the whole evening, in fact, the longer you watch him interact with the kids the bigger the hearts grow.

and the kids just ADORE him. he teases and plays with them so easily, and he compliments every single costume of every single kid he talks to while going door to door! and when one of the younger kids you're looking after gets tired he carries them for the rest of the night so that the other children are able to continue trick or treating (he doesnt want to leave you and the kids alone now that it's dark, much prefering to keep you all together and drive you back home in half an hour)

he's just so lovable<3 and even though your feet ache now and you've eaten more candy that night than you have in the last month (meaning a massive sugar rush is coming) you wouldnt trade it for the world.

take a look at this post if you'd like to join my little halloween celebration 🧡

divider by @/saradika

[yunwangja]

random yunie trivia

i love kageyama hes my haikyuu bias and yes idk if that was a basic bitch answer but i will still say i admit that anyway

[kuroosdarling]

hand model! kuroo is something so dear to me

[starrbright]

i am on a kuroo brainrot

TO HAVE AND TO HOLD.

✰ starring: kuroo tetsurou x chubby fem!reader ✰ synopsis: tetsurou likes to wake you up with his hands on your thighs, his mouth on your clit, and his words in your mouth. ✰ content: chubby reader !!!!! mild somno (nothing explicit), descriptions of body image (stretch marks, fat, etc), mild insecurity, comfort about insecurity. ✰ warnings: oral (f!receiving), edging, body worship. ✰ word count: 2.6k ✰ a/n: just a lil comfort fic bc i've needed it

tetsurou thinks that his hands are big for a reason. to spike, to carry all the grocery bags in one trip, and most importantly, to hold you, all of you in his warm palms, let his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, or caress the pudge of your tummy. he’s convinced it’s he god given right, his duty to wrap his arms around you, to hold you and to kiss your skin. 

“tetsu…” you murmur softly, feeling his arms, the sinew of his muscle against your own skin. “wha’ d’you think you’re doin’?” your voice, trimmed by sleep, muffled by the pillows as you try to shift and face him. but his hands stop you where you are, a stifled groan against your shoulder where you can feel his breath.

it’s early. tetsu always wakes up before you; no matter how late he sleeps. “it’s that window, darlin’,” he reasoned with you once. “the fuckin’ sun always comin’ in so early.” so that’s why, at seven in the morning, he’s got his arm wrapped around your lower tummy, fingers digging into the soft flesh. it’s such a contrast, one that he loves, all the years he’d spent playing volleyball finding fruition in the lean abs, rivulets of toned muscle winding down his body, and the gentle, tenderness of your body.

tetsurou’s hands are cradling your body, his face buried deep in the crevice of your neck. he’s murmuring, humming nonsense into your jugular, his hair down and tickling you. “baby,” his voice is soft, hoarse. “ba–by.” he singsongs, drawling out the vowels. “god, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful. look at you.” 

you hum softly, a small sound of indignation. you know that what tetsurou says is gospel; you’re the one person he would never lie to. but you can’t help the little gnawing that settles in your bones; the way you curl in on yourself when he touches your stomach, or grips your thighs. you don’t think he notices, but he does. tetsurou knows you like the back of his palm. knows the way you tense isn’t because of discomfort, or tension. it’s the boroughs of insecurity that he knows you’ve been trying to dig your way through. 

“sweetie?” 

your arms are coming around yourself, hiding your body from the chill of the morning sunrise. 

“sweetie. look at me.” 

and so you do. you hum, “yeah?” soft and a little shaky. his heart melts a little, stringlets of his desire bleeding through his fingertips as he massages your flesh, watching the way your mouth parts just a tiny bit. 

“do you know how beautiful you are?”

this is how it starts. this is how kuroo’s brows furrow and he kisses your shoulders, your back. traces every scar with his nose, the shadow of your spine with his tongue. you don’t have to answer. you don’t even have to make a sound. tetsurou will do it for you. 

“the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen…” he whispers, breath hot against your skin. you shudder, a protest on the tip of your tongue, but he kisses your sides before you get your chance to speak. “so soft, so tender.”

“fuck,” you hiss softly when his fingers make contact with your hips, big, hand-shaped bruises starting to form in the wake of last night. “t-tetsu, be—”

“i’ll be gentle,” he mouths against your skin, and you crane your neck to watch him. “you know me, baby.” 

you do. you do know that tetsurou’s touches are laced with sweetness and the golden halo of sunshine. you know that his love bleeds down from his touch like summer rain, and that every inch of your skin is his meadow. 

pink and purple and blue bloom across the field of your skin, bumps raising along the valleys and mountains of your body. tetsurou praises the nature he finds in your body, worships the gods for creating something so perfect. 

because to him, that’s what you are. endlessly beautiful, a gift bestowed upon him from aphrodite herself. and that’s why he holds you with worshipping hands, devotion seeping through his fingertips and staining you like ink. he threads his fingers through yours, shifting you so you lie on your back, and he hovers just centimetres above you. “this okay?” he asks, whispering softly. 

you hum, stretching out under his gaze. “feels good,” your lips break into a soft smile, hands coming up to brush against his face. his skin is warm, chiselled brow bones and sun-freckled cheeks under your palm. “what’s gotten into you this morning?”

tetsu almost stutters over his words as you drag your thumb against the seam of his mouth, dragging it slightly so you see the wet of his lip. he shifts, taking the finger in his mouth, warm, wet and just a little bit flustering. your breath hitches, and you blink furiously at him. 

“n-nothin’,” he promises. “just wanted to say good morning.”

“you? or your mouth?” 

he chuckles at that, a low timbre that sends a small ripple skittling down your spine. “i haven’t even gotten to the good part,” his lips drag along your arm, his tongue poking out to glide along your skin. “haven’t even gotten to say good morning to your pussy.” 

you squeal, giggling as he presses his face up against the clothed region of your crotch, nosing along the chubby folds of your cunt. “tetsu—!” 

“smells good,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties. “god, you always smell so fuckin’ good. yeah?” he pushes himself up, trailing his nose along your thigh, up your tummy, between your tits. “and soft. so beautiful.”

your cheeks flush, covering your face with your hands as he plants small kisses along your skin. every roll, every sag of your skin, the stretch marks that line your thighs. “god,” he curses under his breath. “i could spend forever just looking at you, you know?” his big, warm palms come up to sculpt themselves against the fat of your body, your pudgy thighs, your doughy tits, cradling the raised skin of your scars. 

“i’m— don’t…” you mumble shyly, tugging on his hair. embarrassment blooms in your belly, but you know it’s for naught. since you started dating, since you two met, tetsurou’s only treated you with the utmost delicacy in his fingertips, almost like he would die a thousand times just to hold you one more time. he’s reminded you time, and time again that your body is beautiful, that he loves every part of you.

his tongue finds your nipple, licking it as he keeps his gaze on you. “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met,” he breathes, warm on your nipple. you burn. you are melting wax and he is the flickering flame that touches you, dares to touch you. he moves, slithers down your skin until his cheek reaches the inside of your thigh, leaving kisses and small bite marks on your tummy. “prettiest girl in the world.”

you mewl your protest, and tetsu looks at you with a raised eyebrow. a quizzical look in his eye as he asks, quietly. “what was that, baby?” his fingers trace along your thigh, lips pressing against your inner thigh, sucking on the sensitive skin. you melt, shaking your head vigorously. 

“want more?” his tone is teasing, lilting.

you can’t say anything, not with your tongue caught in your throat, a muffled sound straining out of your throat as tetsurou’s fingers dig into your thighs and his tongue presses flat against your panties. he’s lapping up at you as if the cotton barrier isn’t in the way, the fabric staining darkly as he drools over your pussy. 

“pretty pussy,” he whispers, starting to tug at your panties. “tastes so good too. i know it does.”

“then fuckin’— god, tetsu, just take the panties off!” 

he chuckles, dark eyes glinting up to meet yours. “patience, angel.” he draws a tiny circle over the damp fabric, watching your face twitch a little, a small breath hitching in your throat. “what do good girls say?”

you whine, turning your face to hide in the pillow. “please?” it drips so sweet from your lips, honey thick and clouded with desire. it’s so lovely that tetsu almost lets your shyness slide. almost.

“look at me.” he says, voice hardened. “look at me.” 

it shakes you to your core, those three words spoken with such imperative, commanding you to obey. so you do, the rustle of the pillow betraying your stealthiness. 

“good girl,” tetsu smiles, nosing along your clothed clit. “now, say it again.”

you hold his gaze. “please.” it’s a cross between a plea and a command of your own, and he knows it well enough, loves you enough to know it means you’re desperate. 

“that’s my girl,” he whispers. “my good girl.” 

he tugs your panties down, guiding you to lift your hips as he pulls it over the swell of your ass. down your legs, and lets you kick it off your toes yourself. when he turns back you can see the way his cheeks flush at the sight of you; nothing in between his mouth and your pussy, slick and glistening with wet. he blinks, once, twice. 

“no idea,” he starts, breathing in sharply. “how i ended up with a fuckin’ angel like you.” tetsu inches closer to you, throwing your calves over his shoulders, his fingers digging into your thighs. “c’mon sweetheart. up. up.” 

you follow his lead, mewl loudly as he hitches your hips upward, his forearms thick with power, holding you up. he’s face to face with your cunt now, less than an inch away from burying his tongue deep inside. your impatience leaks into your throat, a small whine ripping out as you buck your hips down. “tetsu, god, if you don’t—”

that earns you a stern pinch to the thigh. you squeak loudly, hips shaking. “what did i say about being patient, hm?” he hums, nosing up the slick folds. “you get what i give you, when i give it to you.”

but you can tell his own restraint is snapping, fraying like a rope pulled taut. his eyes are glimmering, and you swear you see him poke his tongue out to wet his lips. he pushes forward, a tentative lick against your clit, and you lose it, soft whines and moans falling out of your mouth. “tetsu, tetsurou.” you force yourself down onto his tongue and he lets you, finally gives in and lets you. he buries his face between your thighs, all tongue and lips and teeth as he feasts on your cunt like a man starved. he’s whining, groaning loudly into you. 

“fuck, fuck,” he murmurs, pressing his nose against your clit. he looks up at you and your breath catches in your throat. his lips, chin, jaw, they’re all covered in your slick, dripping in you. “princess, why d’you keep this away from me?”

“i don’t, you idiot,” your hand fists his hair as he laughs, a hearty chuckle that has you pouting. “stop talking. finish what you started.” 

he doesn’t have to be told twice. tetsu lowers himself back onto your pussy, gentler this time, but the rough grip on your thighs remains. he’s worshipping your cunt now, mumbling praise like a prayer. little things you barely pick up, like she’s so good for me, isn’t she? and that’s all this little pussy needed? just a little attention? your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs knocking together with the stimulation. 

“keep them spread.” tetsurou’s voice is low, demanding. his hands shift to spread them, hold them back down. “if you interrupt my meal again, i’m going to have to punish you.” 

they’re not unfamiliar words. but tetsurou’s insistence on praising your body coupled with the authoritative timbre of his voice, it makes you clench around the muscle of his tongue. you whine your compliance, shaking with the discipline it takes for you to obey him. he doesn’t let up, even when you’re trembling and crying on his tongue. tetsurou’s ferocity, tenacity, stamina; his reputation speaks for itself when he’s between your legs.

it’s not too long after that you find yourself in the throes, grinding your clit against his tongue, whimpering, gonna, gotta cum, tet-tetsu! tetsu, have to, fuuuuck. you’ve grown to learn how much it turns tetsu on to hear you moan, and how liberating it feels to. 

“gonna cum, pretty girl?” he breathes, looking up at you again. 

“my clit’s sore, tetsu, i—” your words twist into a gasp as he pinches it, and you jolt in your place, back arching into his face. “tetsurou!”

you can hear him chuckle over your own mewls. “you wanna cum, pretty princess?”

and you’re so close, so close that if you stuck out your tongue you could taste it. “wanna,” you start babbling, your fingers in his hair tightening. “tetsu, make me cum, please.”

tetsurou thinks you sound so goddamn sweet, he even debates letting you cum for a second. but he is who he is because of the way you whine, the way you thrash in his grip when he stops altogether. 

“kuroo tetsurou!” 

he grins at you, toothy and malicious. “do you wanna cum?”

you could slap him. god, you almost do. but he’s wrung you out, your fingertips and your toes numb with anticipation, with pleasure. “yes, please,” you plead, beg. 

he hums. “you know, you’re the prettiest girl in the world.” his fingers trace slowly over your folds, ghosting by your swollen, needy clit. “even when you’re angry with me.”

heat rises to your cheeks. “tetsu, i swear to god—”

“say it and i’ll let you cum.”

what? “say what?”

“that you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

the warmth blooms through your face, up your temples, down to your neck. “shut up.”

tetsu shrugs. “then you don’t cum.” 

the embarrassment. you know tetsurou lives to humiliate you, to spread you over his lap and finger you until you’re a braindead mutt. to pinch your thighs and rub your clit under the table. but what you hate most is this. or rather, you don’t hate it. but the words feel like bile rising to your throat, and it’s hard for you to repeat those words out loud, no matter how simple they seem.

tetsurou knows this. frowned slightly when you refused to call yourself pretty. he made sure to tear the words out of you with every orgasm he gave you, every kiss good morning and good night, with every breath he took. you’re pretty. you’re beautiful. you’re loveable. you’re my favourite girl in the world.

“i’m—” you start, but the words get caught in your throat. you look down at him desperately, wishing he’d just spare you, but he doesn’t let up. tetsu never does. “i’m pretty…”

“that’s not right baby,” he blows a stream of cool air on your clit, grinning as you squirm. “c’mon. try harder. it’s not that difficult, is it?”

“i’m the p-prettiest girl…” you squeeze your eyes shut, rushing out the next few words. “intheworld!”

“there we go. wasn’t so hard, was it?” tetsu chuckles, resuming his position with his nose brushing against your clit. “go ahead. cum as many times as you want. ‘m not stopping till i'm satisfied.”

satisfied. could tetsu ever be satisfied? he’d proved himself, time and time again, capable of rolling your clit on his tongue or between your fingers for hours on end, just waiting for you to crumble before he fed you his cock. you could be here for days, if duty didn’t have a need for you. 

tetsurou makes you cum. makes you remember the sounds your pretty pussy makes, the feeling of you squirting into his mouth. reminds you every second what your beautiful body is capable of. “prettiest body, so beautiful,” he murmurs as he cleans you up with his tongue, careful not to overstimulate you.

“y-you didn’t cum,” you whimper, reaching out for him. 

but he shakes his head, a soft smile cracking along his face. “don’t need to, princess. making you cum is more than enough for me.”

[riddlesrose]

"is he single!?" your attention is drawn behind you, to where a group of insignificant chatterboxes cluster together like they're trying to start a mob. their quips died down instantly when someone in the group shushed the rest and you released the breath you were holding. you return your attention to your friends in front of you.

a few minutes pass and another comment catches your ear, "i mean, there's a leech on his side, but other than that, just look! he's so picture perfect." you fight the urge to crane your neck around, to stare directly into the heart of the group with piercing eyes, to let them know that they are anything but quiet. all the while hoping they're not talking about your boyfriend, who's arm is wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you ever so close. like a leech.

you snicker to yourself at the backwards use of their ugly nickname, gaining the attention of your boyfriend, who asks what's so funny, and comments that no one said anything worth laughing over.

"oh, no reason." you smile as you wrap an arm around to rest on his back. what he can't see is that you folded all fingers down but the middle one so that you're flipping off the group of prattlers stood behind him.

you lean into his side more and press a sweet kiss onto his cheek, he retorts by turning you back to him and pressing a lasting kiss to your lips as muted gasps and scoffs were heard. someone in the group attempts to silence their peers but their calls fall upon deaf ears. "whatever, let's go."

you relax against him as the group disperses, a content sigh escape your lips.

a moment passes, before your boyfriend leans to whisper, "were they bothering you?"

"what? no!" yes. they were annoying. is what you meant.

your boyfriend kisses your temple, "sure. oh, and you're not a leech, my love." you turn your face away, hiding the heat that rushes to your cheeks at the fact he cracked your code so quick.

if your friends could look any more grossed out at the sickly sweet pda, they probably would. but you don't care, your boyfriend is the sweetest 🤍

satoru gojo, suguru geto, tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, vil schoenheit, malleus draconia, kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr, kazuha kaedehara, ayato kamisato, jing yuan, argenti, tenya iida, ejiro kirishima, & your favourite

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[bonniepop]

it's 6:18pm when you hear your fiancé release the biggest sigh and plop on the couch.

you shut off the kitchen faucet and shake your hands as you walk towards him. you giggle as soon as you see all six feet of him practically melted into the couch, face tilted up to the ceiling, eyes closed.

"tough day?" you ask sweetly.

kuroo opens one eye. "yes," he mumbles, and you giggle. you nudge his knee with yours and he adjusts so you can sit in his lap.

he wraps his arms around you and sighs the second biggest sigh of the night. "being a corporate slave sucks," he grumbles.

"on days like this," you remind him, carding your fingers through his hair. "but you love what you do."

he cracks a smile at that. "yeah. i do."

you kiss him then, softly, then a little deeper, just to kiss him. he responds in kind, and you just sit there, kissing each other, enjoying each other.

"don't take this the wrong way," he says against your mouth, "but i'm so tired i can't even get a boner."

you nearly snort in laughter, proceeding to kiss his jaw, his neck. "it's fine. we can just do this."

he pulls away to frown at his crotch. "how dare you fail me in this time of need."

you breathe out a laugh. "seriously, tetsuro. it's fine."

he kisses you one more time before sighing the third biggest sigh of the night. "need any help with dinner?"

"i'm already done. i made sanma shio yaki."

he looks at you in utter adoration. "marry me."

you laugh. "i already am. in six months." you kiss him one last time before standing up and extending your hand to help him up.

he takes your hand and pulls himself up. he places a kiss to your cheek. "love you."

"love you, too," you say, "now, come on. i'm hungry."

[whisperofwonder]

Continuation of this

fem!reader x Kuroo Tetsurou

You smile at your reflection in the mirror as your maid of honor tucks one wayward strand of hair back into your updo. In less than an hour, you'll be walking down the aisle. You wonder what Tetsurou's face will look like when he sees you. You wonder if he'll cry. He'd insisted he wouldn't, but, well.

"You look so gorgeous!" One of your bridesmaids breathes, and truthfully, you'd have to agree with her. The hair dresser and makeup artist have worked their magic, and you'd found the absolute perfect dress. Now, all that's left is to wait until the ceremony begins.

Your friends' fawning over you is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Your maid of honor moves to stand by the closed door, hand hovering over the handle.

"Babe," The voice belongs to none other than your soon-to-be husband, and you instinctively cross your arms over your front, even though the door is still firmly closed. He can't see you before the wedding!

"I need you to tie my tie!" You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"You know how to tie a tie," You call back carefully. "Just do it yourself!"

"But you always tie my tie." His voice is the next thing to a whine.

You sigh. "Where's Kenma?" Surely his best man didn't allow this. You wonder how he managed to slip away.

"Kenma is 'sick of my shit'," He intones, and you can practically hear the words in Kenma's voice. You sympathize. "Baby. My love. Please." He's begging now, and you can't help it. You start to soften.

Your maid of honor is looking at you with wide eyes, slashing her hand across her throat in a clear gesture: NO. You love her for that, but still.

"You'll close your eyes?" You ask in your sternest voice. "You can't see me, you know! It's bad luck."

"Yes, I'll close my eyes! Promise."

"Close them TIGHT," You insist, making sure he understands the gravity of the situation.

"They're tight," He promises. "Open the door already."

You nod. Your maid of honor hesitates for a few moments, but slowly swings the door open with a shake of her head.

There he is. Tetsurou. Your fiancé. In less than an hour, your husband. You feel your heart begin to swell in your chest. He wears a suit every day, but he looks especially handsome in this one. The tie in question is draped loosely around his neck.

"Babe?" He has his eyes squeezed shut, that much is obvious. As an added measure, your maid of honor pulls him inside and moves behind him, pressing her fingers across his eyes.

"Go ahead," She sighs. You reach for the tie, carefully straightening it around his neck. You reach for his collar, making sure it's turned up all the way around, and you watch as a smile begins to tug at his lips.

"I'm so excited," He murmurs as you work. "Can't wait to see you." The fingers covering his eyes tighten.

"Me too," You can't help the smile that's stealing across your own face. "I can't wait."

You begin making the knot, enjoying the dopey grin that's now completely filled his face. "There you go," You finally say, giving the knot a pat. "Perfect." Like always, you tug on the tie, just a little. Tilting your chin up, you lean into his kiss, savoring the feeling of it.

"I love you so much," He murmurs as he pulls away. "Thank you."

"I love you too, Tetsu." You take a step back, just drinking him in. "I'll see you soon."

He opens his mouth, but before he can drag the moment out any longer, your maid of honor steps in. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough." She pulls him back. "Get back to wherever you're supposed to be. I'll kill you if you mess this up," She threatens sweetly.

"Yes ma'am," He murmurs as she shoves him back through the door, slamming it shut nearly in his face.

"You two make me sick," She sighs. The mushy smile on her face doesn't match her words at all. "Come here, let me touch up your lipstick."

[thebestsetter]

"Have you heard the latest news already?"

"No, what is it?"

"Lisa got cheated on by her husband" your friend said, making you choke on your milkshake "But that's not all!"

"There's more?" You asked, dumbfounded

"Sadly" she sighed, then grabbed her phone and showed you a photo of a pregnant woman "She was 3 months pregnant with his baby!"

"No way. That's insane. Hope she finds someone better" you declared, frowning. "How could someone do that?"

"He claimed he was getting bored" she said, eyebrows furrowed "Seriously what's wrong with men nowadays? Sometimes, I wonder if my boyfriend would cheat on me if he had the chance to" she took a bite out of her burguer "Don't you think about that too?"

"Sorry?"

"Your husband" she looked at the side, pointing at your husband, who was buying a happy meal for your daughter "Do you ever suspect he would do anything to you?"

"No" you answer without missing a beat "No, I don't"

"How can you be so sure?" She asked "I hope I'm not being insensitive, I'm just curious."

"You're not" you smiled at her, and then looked at your daughter, who was on your man's shoulders, pulling her dad's hair with such love in your eyes that it could only be the love a mother held for her kid and a wife for her husband "I know it because I didn't marry a man who wanted a wife and a kid"

"You didn't?" She asked, confused

"No, I married a man who wants to be a husband and a father." You smiled "And these are two very different types of men." You answered, getting up "I think I should go now. It was nice seeing you again! We can meet up anytime, just message me!"

Watching you leave hand in hand with your husband (who still had your toodler on his shoulders), your friend couldn't help but be a little bit jealous about your relationship, hoping love like that found her one day, too.

Such a strong, beautiful love is getting harder and harder to find. But when she looks at your family, there's absolutely no doubt about it.

You definitely found it.

NANAMI KENTO, GETO SUGURU, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, RIN ITOSHI, Karasu Tabito, Isagi Yoichi, Hiori Yo, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KUROO TETSURO, KITA SHINSUKE + your favs!

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[taintedtort]

hi hi hi, LOVED YOUR HCS N FLUFFS, can we get a haikyuu hc (any characters !! hehe wouldn't mind anyone) where the reader hugs their plushies instead of like cuddling w them, and n they suddenly got jealous n pouty 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you so so so much, happy writing 🫶🏻🎀

" HUG ME! "

summary. you hug your plushie instead of them

characters. kenma, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. hi, tysm!!! hope these characters are fine! (unintentionally did the duos on nekoma and fukurodani oops)

KENMA

☆ he got you the stuffed animal, so it’s partly his fault. however, that doesn’t stop him from glaring daggers at it whenever you weren’t looking. it’s a cat plushie, one that you’d been wanting for a while, so of course he ordered it for you. he surprised you with it this morning, and you haven’t let go of the damn thing.

kenma is currently sat on your bed playing his switch, and usually you’d be cuddling up to him… but no. you have that stupid cat tucked under your chin and pressed to your chest as you lay facing away from him, scrolling on your phone.

you've been practically ignoring your boyfriend all day! too focused on that plushie that he so kindly bought you. he thought you’d give him lots of thanks and praise, but no. ignored.

he knows he’s being pouty, and that you’re just excited to finally have it, but cmon! your arms should be wrapped around him, not a cheap stuffed animal.

he finally cracks and nudges you, which he’s been contemplating doing for a while.

"hm?" you hum, not even turning to face him, too occupied with the video you’re watching on your phone.

he grumbles something under his breath before he’s pulling on your arm, forcing you to turn over and face him.

"cuddle with me," he murmurs, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. it’s not often he initiates cuddling or hugs, so you’re immediately focused on him, a big smile on your face. your attention shift causes you to forget your plushie, leaving it laying on the bed behind you. without a second thought, he sneakily snatches it up and tosses it to the floor without you noticing.

"finally…"

BOKUTO

☆ you two went on a little arcade date, and he’d won you a cute stuffie. it was a small teddy bear, and you fell in love with it when you saw it. bokuto, of course, spent at least $30 trying to get it for you. he’s not the best at claw machines, but he eventually was able to grab it for you.

you practically jumped up and down, snatching up the toy from his hands when he held it out to you. he was rewarded with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and of course a couple words of praise that made his chest swell with pride.

however, as you continued the date, he noticed that instead of holding his arm, you were holding the plushie. you like to be wrapped around his bicep, which he loves, so when he saw the bear clutched to your chest like his arm should be, he started pouting.

"what’s wrong?" you ask, noticing his frown and the way he keeps glancing between you and the teddy. his brows are furrowed, like he’s upset.

"i’ll hold it for you," he suddenly offers, extending a hand and waiting for you to hand it to him. he wasn’t being nice, not really, he just wanted your attention on him.

he watches as you shake your head and protectively hug the bear even tighter, which makes him even more moody.

"you're depriving me! fuck that bear," he practically whines, glaring at it dramatically. you knew he was going to make a scene and be moody for the rest of the date if you didn’t switch your attention.

with a sigh, you hand him the plushie, and he snatches it instantly. he half hazardously dangles it by his side, putting his free arm out to you to hold, which you do.

"you’re so dramatic," you tease, though he doesn’t mind. his mood was instantly lifted when he felt your hands on his bicep.

"i don’t care, this is where you should be."

KUROO

☆ similar to bokuto, you two went to a fair, and he won it for you. it was a huge husky puppy, as big as half your body. you were beyond excited, usually those games are rigged and super hard to win, especially the bigger prizes, but kuroo was determined. he was super proud of himself for making you smile so big, and you praised him while hugging the huge stuffed animal, which made his chest puff out a bit.

as you two continued to walk around the fair, you kept the stuffed animal hugged to your chest, both arms around it. you honestly couldn’t hold it any other way, so he wasn’t really upset about that. he was upset that you kept nuzzling your face into its fuzzy neck. you usually do that when you hug or cuddle with kuroo, so he got a bit pouty about it.

"you like it?" he asks, though he already knew you did. his tone was a bit salty, but you didn’t really catch it, too engrossed with the husky.

"i do! he's really soft," you smile widely, turning to lock eyes with him. he’s happy you’re happy, but he sort of wishes he waited till the end of your date to win you the prize.

"i can tell…" he murmurs, resisting the urge to glare at the poor puppy. he knows it’s not your fault, he's just feeling jealous, which is stupid.

he finally just wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you walk. this is the best he can get for now, he’d hate to spoil your fun. he can have you all to himself when you get to his house.

"you ready to go?" he asks, secretly trying to leave quicker so he can have you in his arms, like you should be. once you’re cuddled up with him, you’ll forget all about the stuffed husky, which is exactly what he wants.

"i think it’s about time you showed me the same attention you’ve been showing that plushie."

AKAASHI

☆ he isn’t usually a very jealous person, but cmon. how can he not get a little petty when you’ve been cuddled up with that stupid squishmellow all day? he got it for you the other day when he was out, knowing you like those things. it was a medium sized one, and it was supposed to be a turtle. he thinks they look kind of funny, but he will admit they’re soft and squishy. but even so, you should be cuddling with him, not a stuffed animal. he’s here for a reason!

you're on the couch watching a movie, that fucking squishmellow sitting in your lap, with akaashi next to you. he usually isn’t one to get angry, especially over trivial things like this, but when it comes to you, he feels all sorts of things he usually wouldn’t.

he knows you like it, which is why you’ve been carrying it around, and he can’t blame you for that. he really has no reason to be upset, which is why he doesn’t necessarily voice it, just waiting patiently for the moment you come crawling back into his arms.

he does give you a little motivation though, which isn’t technically cheating! but how can anyone resist when the akaashi keji drapes his arm over their shoulder and kisses their temple?!

it worked like a charm, and you're immediately turning your head to claim a kiss on the lips, which he gives to you. it’s not a normal peck though, it’s long and deep, and it leaves you a bit dazed when he pulls away. this is all part of his plan, get you so distracted that you don’t notice when the plushie falls to the ground, out of sight and out of mind.

he brings his other hand up to your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. he never fails to make you blush, even after being together for quite some time.

"i'm feeling tired, do you want to cuddle?" he smiles, putting on an innocent façade. just as expected, you eagerly nod and follow his lead when he lays down on the couch. the turtle falls to the floor, and you don’t even bat an eye. he wins.

[tetzoro]

omg hiii hi hi ! good morning & happy wednesday friendz !!!! today is a brand new day so let’s try to have a magnificent one ! i hope you find somethin to make ya smile today teehee & remember that you deserve to get the yummiest treat today ( ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩) ! ! 🤍💫

[dearru]

playing a prank on them | ft. hq boys

-> rq: how would the hq boys react to you doing the TikTok trend where you wake them up in the middle of the night to play uno? (click HERE for TikTok trend! anon also explains it in their original request which is also linked :3)

-> pairings: miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader | sfw | cw: cursing, i proofread this but also did i really… , akaashi is super sweet here so that is either ooc or super in character to some of u freaks | genre: fluff | wc: 1400 | mlist

❀ MIYA ATSUMU !

Atsumu is a deep sleeper and it normally takes him about one hour or so to fully wake up, but when he realizes he’s fallen asleep mid-game, he immediately locks in. It makes sense since he’s the most competitive man you’ve ever met… but also what the fuck is wrong with him.

I think he realizes it’s a prank because you can’t stop laughing but he doesn’t even care because he wants to win.

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— Your boyfriend may be the deepest sleeper in the entire universe. When setting up the prank, you had dropped your phone on him, opened the deck of cards loudly, and turned on the overhead light— all while he snored peacefully. If you googled the phrase, “sleeping like a rock,” you’re almost positive a picture of him would pop up.

Shaking his shoulders forcefully, you call his name, “‘Tsumu! Wake up!” Frowning when he groans, still asleep, you shake harder, “‘Tsumu!”

Half lidded, he mumbles, “What’s goin’ on?” It’s cute, you think. His tousled hair coupled with the hazy look on his face. So cute that your choked-back laughter rises to the surface.

“Uno, babe,” You chuckle, “We’re playing Uno.”

“We’re playin’...” He drawls out, opening his eyes and finally noticing the cards, “Yeah, that’s right…” He says, sitting up in bed and setting one down. His expression is so serious that you burst into a fit of giggles, your face growing hot from the silliness of it all.

“What ‘re ya laughin’ for?” Atsumu pouts, gesturing with his free-hand, brows furrowing, “‘S yer turn now.”

Tears are forming in your eyes now. Wiping them with the sleeve of your shirt, you laugh softly, “We weren’t actually playing Uno. I pranked you.”

You expect him to whine in typical Atsumu manner, but instead, he shakes his head, still focused, “I don’t give a damn if we weren’t playin’ in the first place, we gotta finish.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. Smiling at him in amusement, you chuckle again, re-explaining yourself, “No– I mean, we were never playing. It’s this trend on TikTok where–”

“‘S still your turn.” He repeats, cutting you off, eyes laser-focused on the game in such a way that you know he’s not letting this slide.

Sighing, you place a card down.

As soon as you do, Atsumu nods, satisfied, then leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms like he’s about to make his next big move.

You can’t help but laugh again. He’s ridiculous.

❀ TSUKISHIMA KEI !

You’re super thorough when setting up the prank, but unfortunately, your boyfriend’s lowkey chronically online so he catches on immediately. He thinks it’s a really stupid joke, but it’s also two in the morning so what does he know.

Crankiest guy ever when woken up, but he loves you, so he tries to be somewhat nice. You are literally the only one who can get away with doing this to him.

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— “Kei,” You say in a hushed tone, hardly able to contain your giggles. Lips quirked up into a sly grin, you tap your boyfriend gently on the shoulder– voice teetering on the edge of a whisper-yell, “C’mon, it’s your turn.”

His eyes flutter open and adjust to the light. He stares at you like you’ve just spoken to him in another language. Too tired to act irritated, but awake enough to know he’s annoyed, he mumbles, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

You gesture for him to look down, and when he notices the cards in his hand, he sighs. Without another word, he tosses them to the side and rolls over in bed, stealing a majority of the covers.

Nudging his back with your foot, you frown, “Don’t ignore me. It’s your turn.”

“No, it’s not,” He mumbles, voice thick with sleep and laced with subtle defiance, “Now go back to sleep.”

“What? But—“

“I’ve seen this trend before,” He cuts you off, sounding much too smug despite being drowsy, “Good try, though.”

Sighing, you start to clean the cards up, mumbling profanities under your breath. You can hear the faintest of snickers coming from his side of the bed.

“It’s not funny!” You pout, glaring at his backside.

“Yes, it is,” He replies, and you can picture the stupid grin on his face as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber, leaving you to stew in your Uno-induced defeat.

❀ AKAASHI KEIJI !

Keiji is a pretty light sleeper so you’re honestly surprised you were even able to set the prank up in the first place. I think it would be funny if you forgot to put his glasses on him so he literally cannot see LMAOOO.

Wakes up panicked because he thinks something bad has happened ;-; He is so sweetie pie…just let him sleep please.

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— “Keiji!” You whisper-shout, poking your boyfriend’s cheek, “Keiji!” 

He wakes immediately to the sound of your apparent distress, his mind instantly alert and anticipating danger. With panicked-filled eyes, he jolts upright, sheets pooling at his waist to reveal his black-shirt-clad frame, “What?” He gasps, gaze falling to you to ensure you’re alright, “What is it?” 

He looks so startled that you almost feel guilty for the prank altogether. 

Almost. 

“Everything’s fine,” You reassure him, barely keeping it together, you gesture to the cards in his hand, “But it’s your turn.” 

Only then does his mind relax enough to notice the Uno cards. His expression morphs from one of panic to embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry, love” He murmurs, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. Squinting at the cards, he sighs and lays them face down on the mattress, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” His voice is soft and apologetic– like he’s let you down in some way.

Okay, now you feel guilty. 

“Can we finish tomorrow?” Keiji asks, “Work’s been tiring from all the deadlines, and I really–”

The words die on his lips when you throw your arms around him and plant a kiss on his cheek. His arms wrap around you instinctively and he returns the kiss, albeit, a little confused, “What was that for?” 

Hugging him tighter, you mumble into his neck, “There was no game, it was a prank. I’m sorry.” 

Relaxing into your embrace, he chuckles, “I thought something was up.” 

“And you went along with it anyways?” You tilt your head, looking at him in amusement, “Why?” 

 “Because I like playing Uno” He smiles, pulling you closer. You can feel the cards press against your body as you lean into him, but you don’t mind. He kisses you on the forehead and looks at you in adoration, “And you.”

❀ KUROO TETSURO !

Kuroo sleeps with his mouth open and has the nastiest case of bedhead you’ve ever seen– which makes it kind of difficult for you to set the prank up without laughing. He also has a silk sleep mask laid over his eyes, and that doesn’t really help your case with being discreet, but you do end of successfully removing it before waking him up so he doesn’t get suspicious.

When he wakes up, he’s confused, but he goes along with it and probably wins because he takes card games very seriously.

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—“Tetsu,” You coo, tapping his arm gently, “Tetsu~” 

“Wha..?” He mumbles, looking at you, disorientated from being woken up so suddenly. His eyes glance from your expectant face down to the cards in his hand, and he wordlessly places a +4 down. 

Trying to contain your laughter, you snicker triumphantly as you place another +4 down in response to his play, irises shining with delight at how easily he’s fallen for your trick. 

He hums thoughtfully at this and you have to hold yourself back from cackling evilly. Your smugness is short-lived; however, when a satisfied look creeps over his face. It’s the kind of look he only gets when he knows he’s about to win. 

A feeling of impending doom washes over you when you realize you forgot to check what cards you gave him. 

“No…” You plead, eyes begging for mercy, “I thought you loved me.” 

“Sorry, babe,” He smiles, a picture of innocence as he places yet another +4 on top of yours, “Love doesn’t matter when it comes to Uno.”

Staring at the stacked cards in horror, you chuckle sheepishly, “You know– it’s late. Let’s just go to bed.” 

“No, no,” He says, grinning widely. For a man who was asleep moments ago, he looks more awake than ever, “I think I’m winning.”

–a/n: I have a WIP of this trend with Shoyo so lmk if you want a part 2 :). rq more characters if you’d like bc idk who else to write abt…

[emmyrosee]

my first time commenting🫶

anyway could i please have some dad!kenma fluff? Tyyy🫶

“Daddy?”

There’s a tug on Kenma’s pant leg, gentle but just enough to get his attention. He turns his head down to look at his daughter, and he smiles lovingly at her, “hey beautiful. What’s up?”

“What doin?”

“I’m making mommy a hot chocolate.”

“Why?”

“Because she asked for it. And mommy gets whatever she wants.” He says as he breaks up the bits of chocolate bar.

“Why?”

Kenma shrugs, “because I love mommy. And I’ll do anything for her.”

“But why?”

His brow twitches. He turns down to look at Maesi who has no ill will in her eyes, just sheer curiosity. He sighs and bends down to pick her up, plopping her onto the countertop and passing her a small piece of chocolate, “you’ve got a lot of questions today, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh!” She chirps, beaming up at Kenma. He smiles down at her and kisses her head while she nibbles on the chocolate. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“You love me?”

Without a second to spare, Kenma nods, “more than anything.”

“More than mumma?”

Kenma chuckles, “I love you both so much, that if I had to pick, the world would explode into a million pieces.” He gently pokes her tummy, making her giggle and cover it with her tongue hands, protecting her from his playful touch.

“No world ‘esplode!” She says, reaching her arms up to be held by him. “Like the world.”

Kenma picks her up and puts her on his hip just as the water in the kettle starts to boil, signifying its contents being hot enough. “I like the world too- after all, you’re in it. It’s my favorite world of all.”

Maesi hums in thought. “Love uncle ‘tsu?”

At the mention of Kuroo, Kenma nods and starts to pour the hot water into the mug, “i do.” He looks at her and jostles her slightly, “you’ve got love on the brain today, hmm?”

“I love you, daddy!” She says eagerly.

“I love you too baby. But you know what mommy loves?”

“Us?”

He smirks. “Marshmallows.”

[215-luv]

“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)

ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”

AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”

KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”

OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”

USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”

KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”

[kurooh]

Heyy I love your works!! Can I get some praise kink works with husband! Kuroo, atsumu and ushijima ?? 🥹🥹

TO BE LOVED IS TO BE.. PRAISED ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. featuring miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurou, & ushijima wakatoshi lovin’ on and praising their beautiful wife in bed.

warnings: 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, breeding, one squirt, intimacy, praise, mirror sex, creampies, pet names, fluff, lingerie.

xoxo, juno: HI i hope u see this it’s been a few months 🥲 i loved writing atsumu’s he’s so cute

MIYA ATSUMU.

“haah, i fuckin’ love it when ya get dressed up like this, baby. ya always take such good care of me.” atsumu’s fingers smooth over the thin material of your lace thigh highs, his most favorite kind of lingerie to see you in. your soft legs are splayed out on either side of him as you bounce on his cock, squirming whenever his tip kisses your cervix.

he’s huge, easily stretching you out and filling you up just right. atsumu’s never been afraid to be vocal with you, but tonight he seems to be much louder than usual . .

a stream of curses falls from his lips like it’s nothing, and his nails dig into the skin of your hips, leaving indents shaped like crescent moons. “ngh, don’t—please don’t stop.”

“sensitive much?” you giggle, feeling a lot less tired now that he’s used your favorite word. in a heartbeat, you’re moving more deliberately, rolling your hips forward and nosing at the tender skin of his neck. with a moan, atsumu pulls you close and lolls his head over your shoulder, giving you any and all access. 

“jus’ a long day, angel,” he breathes out, clawing at your skin when you press open mouthed kisses to the column of his neck, occasionally nipping at the damp spots. “did ya know ya always make ‘em better?”

“mmm, you said the same thing about your salt baths,” you tease, lightly tracing the curve of his jaw with your tongue, pulling a groan of both pleasure and ire from the depths of his chest. 

“ugh, y’know what i mean,” he rolls his eyes even though you can’t see him, “i don’t look forward ta them like i do ta seein’ ya.”

“tsumu,” you say, borderline moan, and a shiver ripples through his body and makes his balls clench. “i was about to say the same thing, you keep reading my mind.”

you’re both on the same wavelength — which is why your pace quickens, much like his heart, without him having to say anything to you. gingerly, your fingers slip into the gold tufts of his hair and your nails lightly rake across his scalp. it’s when you pull hard that he lets out something between a whimper and a whine, teeth scraping over your shoulder as he searches for something to bite down on.

atsumu’s neck absorbs your own sounds of lewd delight as you ride him into oblivion, trying your hardest not to stop despite the burn in your thighs or the racing of your heart. you gasp sharply when his cock twitches deep inside your cunt and he grips your hips hard, holding you in place as he moans incoherently into your shoulder.

you pull him back by his hair and then into a kiss, your lips muffling his frantic gasps. whatever he said or tried to say is unimportant, because he ends up cumming abruptly, spilling white against your cervix. atsumu’s muscular back heaves as he struggles for breath, the entirety of his body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat that you can’t help but think about licking off.

“tsumu?” you ask gently, fingers lightly scrabbling at the nape of his neck, “you okay?”

he weakly hugs you closer, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. “god, ‘m definitely gonna be dreamin’ about that,” for a moment, he pauses to kiss away the cooling spit on the slope of your shoulder and lets out a sigh. “jus’ wanna stay like this for a minute, angel. missed ya a lot today.”

KUROO TETSUROU.

“that’s my girl,” tetsurou coos, voice low and lustful, “swear you were made to take my cock just like this, sweetheart.”

clap, clap, clap. the crude smack of skin against skin grows louder, filling the room and inevitably pissing off the neighbors—tetsurou’s always loved to show off, and his most favorite ways to do so are by taking you to office gatherings or like this . . your wrists are bound together by his favorite silk tie for work and you’re sobbing out his name so loudly you’re drowning out the sounds of the bed.

you’re too cock drunk to even think about what flies past your lips. “o-of course i was, tetsu, ‘m all fuckin’ yours.”

he chuckles, bringing a hand down hard against your asscheek. your babbling is cute, but you’re burying yourself in the mussed sheets and making it difficult for him to hear you the way he expects to. that slap stings, and heat licks at the spot where his wedding band came down against your skin, but you don’t do anything other than arch your back and moan.

lithely, tetsurou leans forward over you and slips his hand beneath your chin, cupping your jaw as he lifts your head up and makes you look at the full length mirror that’s set in front of the bed. a dazed glance shows you the fucked out expression on your face and the makeup that’s smudged every which way.

“just look at you,” he chokes out, squeezing your hips as his dark eyes rake over you like he can’t get enough, “i love it—i fuckin’ love it when you’re archin’ like that, so damn pretty.”

tetsurou’s compliments are saccharine and raw whenever he’s inside you, full of filthy appreciativeness as your needy cunt sucks him deeper. he’s practically in your stomach now, taking the saying of ‘rearranging your guts’ almost too literally—it’s impossible to complain, especially when you’re too busy drooling while your eyes roll back in bliss.

“oh, fuck—t-tetsu, ‘m close,” the wet squelches of your pussy grow louder as he jackhammers his cock right into the soft, spongy spot inside of you that always reduces you to a mess without fail. his eyes lock onto you in the mirror as tremors roll through your body like surface waves, your face crumpling at the ecstasy licking at each and every one of your limbs. “ah, right there—oh, oh my goddd, ‘m gonna cum!”

in an instant, tetsurou snakes his hand over your shoulder and wraps his fingers around your neck, firmly pulling your body back against him. breathlessly, he groans into your ear and the sound only makes your heart pound harder, “wifey’s gonna cum all over me, huh?”

you nod frantically, arching against him as your short breaths shift into pitched gasps.

“let me feel you, honey,” warmth ghosts over the shell of your ear as his grip tightens just a fraction, “but i want those pretty eyes to stay open, ‘kay? watch yourself in the mirror like a good girl.”

so you do, even though your eyelids flutter a few times and an influx of tears blurs your vision. like a vice, your walls squeeze down on his cock as if they’re trying to milk him for everything he’s got—it almost works, but he drags in a harsh breath and barely holds it together. he’s got no other choice but to bite down hard on his lip when he feels you gushing waterfalls, soaking his skin with your delicious slick. but, tetsurou isn’t ready to give this up yet, not when he’s having this much fun watching the best porno that’s ever blessed his eyes.

you’re out of breath and entirely limp, voice cracking when you try to say his name. “hold—hold on, i need to sit down.”

an infuriating pout plays on his lips when you look into the mirror, and he takes the opportunity to diligently switch into an easier position where you’re sitting on top of his cock, thighs on either side of his hips. “better, baby?”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

“you didn’t have to, ah, do all that,” you gasp, voice breaking and eyes fluttering shut as the languid thrusts of his cock seem to reach your lungs, “‘toshi, how long were you planning everything?”

wakatoshi chuckles breathlessly, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours. soft, small bits of baby hair stick to his skin, but he’s too focused on you to pay it any mind. “sweetheart, that doesn’t matter. it’s our second anniversary, of course i’d go all out.”

your back arches off the bed, and your hardened nipples press into his own. he’s never been so fulfilled by anyone before—not by friends, or family. not like this. you’re his everything, his favorite part of the day and the person he’d choose over everyone else. in the background, the bed creaks faintly, barely audible over the smooth music that pours into the room from a small speaker. 

it looks like the most romantic scene in a movie, of course it does—wakatoshi’s still as in love with you as he was the first time you went out on a date together, all those years ago.

“i wish you could see how beautiful you look right now,” a warm whisper ghosts against your lips before he gives you a kiss, swallowing your answer and the soft moans that follow it. “mmm, my lovely wife. i’ve been waiting all day to touch you, darling.”

even this far into your relationship with him, your cheeks still get hot when those endearing petnames roll off his tongue—it’s intimate, a gesture that leaves no question about the fact that his heart is entirely yours. 

“toshi,” you whine, nails digging into his muscular shoulders, “y-you’re gonna make me cum again, it’s—”

“i was about to say the same, honey,” he groans, tucking his face into your neck and inhaling your scent, “we’re not done, this time i want to—ngh, i want to put a baby in you.”

something delightful flashes behind olive green eyes, and he thinks of you, swollen all from carrying his child. he can’t help but picture walking around with you and everyone knowing that you’re his just from one glance. maybe it’s the baby fever talking or his well-known possessive streak, but wakatoshi’s lost in the fantasy of it all, abs clenching and hips faltering against your own as inescapable ecstasy licks at his limbs.

a sob of his name bursts out of you as you abruptly cum all over his cock, cunt sucking him deeper and gripping him like a vice. he grips your hips to keep you close, and you’re already on it, reading his mind with ease: your legs lock around his waist and draw him in, your own way of telling him you want the same thing he does.

wakatoshi spills inside you while you’re shaking, hot ribbons of cum gushing against your awaiting cervix. even as you thrash beneath him, he firmly holds you in place with his own weight and rocks his hips into you to push his load impossibly deeper. he murmurs sweet, sexy nothings into your ear and feels his eyes roll back when you thread your fingers through his hair. “sweetheart, you’re jus’ so damn perfect,” wakatoshi’s heart pounds even harder in his ears, “i need to—fuck, i have to fill you up again and again . . ”