#kuroo smut

[melonglossz]

cw. fem!reader, choking, use of the word slut, mdni

kuroo’s arms are so big. flexing muscles wrapped around your neck keeping you in place as he fucks you from behind. cum from his last load leaking out of you each time he pulls out to slam his hips against your ass.

thick cock stretching you full, he holds you close against him making sure you feel every inch of himself deep inside you. his hot breath fans across your cheek as his teeth graze your earlobe. your nails dig into his forearm harshly as you draw closer and closer to cumming, you’re surprised that you haven’t broken the skin.

so sweaty and musky, his scent wraps around you enveloping you entirely. all you can hear and smell and see is him and it drives you crazy. his hips give a nasty thrust, his fat tip relentlessly prodding at your sweet overstimulated spot, knocking the air from your lungs. you’re dizzy from both pleasure and the tight headlock he has you in.

“fuck sweetheart,” he rasps into your ear, “you’re going to stay still and take this cock like the slut you are, right?”

his free hand slips between your legs rubbing your clit in harsh little circles as he fucks into you. he gets faster and faster the arm around your neck gets tighter and tighter until your vision is whitening out from your orgasm. you’re shaking, hole fluttering around his cock so much that he can’t help but paint your walls white.

you fall forward onto the bed when he finally lets you go, gasping for air. but your rest doesn’t last long because a few seconds later a hand is pushing you face down into the pillow underneath you. your body still twitches from the aftershock of your orgasm, cum leaking out of your abused hole, but he’s plugging up your sloppy pussy before any more can run out ready to replace any that dripped out of you with a third load.

[realcube]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME!

hot w/ hq duos! (pt 2)

ft.. ushijima + tendou // kuroo + kenma // kageyama + sugawara // bokuto + atsumu + sakusa // matsukawa + hanamaki

tws & tags.. nsfw minors dni. threeways (mmf). fourway (mmmf). specific warnings before each.

note.. click here for part one.

★ USHIJIMA + TENDOU

tw & tags.. vaginal, praise, begging, size kink, implied sex worker ! reader

it may have taken a decade, but the oppertunity finally arises wherein ushijima is able to visit tendou in paris. that's not to say they haven't seen in each other in ten years, but due to ushijima's commitments and contracts with the schweiden adlers, he is very bound to japan even during his time-off, which is why tendou most often flies home for them to meet.

however, ushijima eventually managed to arrange a trip to france. tendou showed him around the city, and most importantly, the chocolaterie he opened. he worked for an employer for seven years before he opened up a shop of his own; his pride and joy, and it was currently performing very well, business-wise. ushijima was more than impressed by his old friend.

while planning the journey, ushijima was going to book a hotel but tendou urged him not to waste his money, stating that his penthouse has a spare room for wakatoshi to sleep in. he embraced tendou's kind offer, and hence, at the end of their first day in paris together, ushijima joined tendou as they travelled back to his apartment.

what he wasn't expecting though, was a random woman roaming around the penthouse when they arrived. tendou didn't seem jarred or disturbed by your presense, so ushijima assumed your weren't an intruder. but equally, you weren't cleaning or cooking, so you couldn't be hired help. did tendou have a girlfriend he failed to mention?

when he turned to his friend to question your occupany in his apartment, tendou explained that he gets quite lonely while in paris — far away from his family and most of his friends — so he pays someone to keep him company. and you do your job very well, keeping him warm inside and out.

ushijima is still quite confused by his friend's explanation, so tendou suggests a demonstration.

though, tendou knows yourtimid and don't like visitors or guests — and hence his nickname for you: 'moody kitty' — so it takes some convincing, but you eventually agree.

your bent over the crytsal top coffee table, with your face and tits smushed against its cool surface while ushijima and tendou, stood next to each other, take turns ploughing into from behind. your skirt has been ripped off, so your bare ass and glistening pussy are on full display to both of them.

currently tendou is balls-deep inside you, sloppily rutting into your cunt over and over, while his familiar, slender fingers rub your folds and tormet your sensitive clit. your melodious moans ring throughout the room and highly overpower his low grunts that emit from his gut with each sporadic thrust. "mph, what a pretty, pretty kitty." he muses. "you've got nothing to be shy about. wakatoshi thinks your sexy too, right?"

"yes." he replies bluntly. ushijima stands aside and strokes his cock, mesmerised by the way your perky ass bounces and your entire perfect body quivers around tendou's dick. meanwhile, tendou doesn't seem to care about the fact he's got your brain fried from his tip repeatedly bumping your cervix. he just continued to rut into you, despite how your twitching figure and squelching pussy indicate that you can't take much more.

"ngh, fuck, sa— hah, satori! too much.." you whine against the table, the beads of saliva forming at corner of your mouth, sticking to the table, "m' so close!"

usually that would be a trigger for tendou to fuck you even harder, but in this instance, it reminds him that he has a guest present and signals that it is time for you to switch handler. "mmh, sorry about this, sugar.. you know i love to see your pretty pussy cum but.." without warning, he jerks himself out and motions for ushijima to take his place. "wakatoshi's turn now, princess. ya ready?"

you gasp at the unexpected action; your entire body suddering at how the cold air floods your previously conjested pussy. the burning sensation in your abdomen momentarily dies down, but it's short-lived, as the gape is soon filled by ushijima bullying his fat cock into your soaked cunt.

thankfully, tendou's actions and foreplay has made you sufficiently wet and lubricated, otherwise there would be no way in hell he'd be able to fit that monster dick inside your tight hole. even you laid there, shocked that it was fully inside you, as you could feel the way it protrudes from your tummy and pushes against your walls.

"mmph, too big! too full.. i can't!" you mewl, clawing at the smooth glass surface of the table to cope with the deliciously agonising stretch of your cunt. while ushijima and tendou simply pass entertained smirks to each other at your sweet cries.

"yes, you can, kitty. don't be shy." tendou purrs while stroking your plump ass, almost patronisingly. "be a good girl for wakatoshi like you are with me. show him how well-bahaved you are. c'mon, he doesn't bite."

ushijima does far worse than bite. you most definitely weren't ready for the way he fucked you. it was like you were being repeatedly impladed, yet somehow it was the best thing you've ever experienced. he had your eyes rolling back in your head and your tongue shamelessly hanging out from your mouth.

meanwhile, an entirely amused tendou slithers under the glass coffee table and lays on his back. that way, when he looks up, he can fuck his fist to the sight of your obscene facial expressions as you get your guts rearranged by his friend.

a smirk flickers over his lips, "not so shy anymore, are we, princess?"

you can't even pretend to grant his question with a sarcastic response as your mind can't even begin to form a coherent thought, from the way ushijima's bulbous tip tortures your g-spot. his dick raking against your spongy walls over and over until they are woefully sore from having to swallow him again and again.

since you were already high from sex with tendou, less than a minute with ushijima's dick inside your pussy already had you begging for a sweet release, "p-please! it's too much.." you cry, steaming up the glass under you with your hot breath, " 'm, ahh!— gunna cum!"

tendou's face burns as his hand furiously tugs at his cock, your gorgeous face and tits serving as perfect jerk material — not to mention your pornographic moans and drenched noises from your poor cunt. "nuh-uh, (y/n). can't cum til you ask wakatoshi for permission." he coos, meeting your lust-clouded gaze from beneath the glass — he can tell how badly you need to finish but unfortunately he loves teasing you even more. "c'mon. be good n' ask. use your words, kitty."

stringing together an intelligble sentence felt like an impossible task, but as you squeezed your eyes shut, and tensed your cunt around wakatoshi's lethal dick — relentless slamming into your pussy, you somehow manage to choke out, "mmmph, please, ushi— hah, fuck!" you spluttered, barely completing two words before an overwhelming surge of bliss overcame you again, throwing you off. but you found it in you to persevere, "can i cum? please can i finish?" you hastily breath out your inquiry as if it were all one word. your chest pressing against the glass with each deep breath you heave while stifling your impending orgasm.

ushijima continues his rythmic pace, his dick throbbing with in the confines of your homey walls as he feels his own climax fast-approaching. ".. yeah." he grunts.

but now it is your turn to shock him. as soon as merely utters the golden word, your cunt immediately clamps down on him, as you let your fiery high blissfully roll over you and totally embody the lust brimming in your abdomen.

and due to this, you even elicit a quiet groan from ushijima as he succumbs to his own climax and fires his hearty load into your hole. it's the best he's every had; he lets his vision glaze over as he's transported elsewhere. somewhere hot and soft. as he revels in the way your convulsing cunt desperately milks him dry, as though it were trying to savour every last drop of his precious seed.

even once you're both done, and you start coming down from your high, he remains buried in your snug cunt. he can't bring himself to pull out.

while ushijima stands there panting, tendou takes a break from pleasuring himself to crawl out from under the table to stand at the opposite end of the coffee table, where your face is. "how's that? good, isn't she?" tendou chuckles at his typically stoic friend appearing to visibly fucked-out.

wakatoshi nods breathlessly.

tendou hums in agreement as he slips his fingers under your chin to prop it up, as he uses his other hand to manoeuvre his cock into your glistening lips. he gazes down at you, and smiles warmly as you obidiently accept his length into your mouth, "she's perfect."

★ KUROO + KENMA

tw & tags.. power dynamics, inappropriate workplace relations, cockwarming, meanie! kenma, degredation, slight analplay, praise, handjobs, good cop/bad cop

kuroo and kenma have important work to do. recently, bouncing ball corp and it's affiliates have signed a contact to run a major event with the japanese volleyball association, led by yours truly. hence, there was less than a week less until the event and still mass amounts of work needing done.

there were heaps of paper work in kenma's office that required filing, while kuroo had thousands of emails to respond to and marketing to clear as head of the jva promotional division. together they decided that they needed to tackle this backlog head-on and pull an all-nighter together at kenma's office in tokyo. there they could have peace and quiet to simply focus on all the duties that required their attention.

they begun work at around 9AM and kept going until 5PM. then they took a one hour dinner break before resuming the grind. however, they ran out of steam again at around midnight, despite the multiple coffees and energy drinks they had gone through.

something stronger was nessecary to keep them focussed. and thankfully kenma had just the thing.

his cute secretary usually clocked out at 5PM but kenma was weary of the fact him and kuroo were going to stay late today, so he scheduled you a night shift instead.

kuroo was skeptical at how a secretary would be able to help with their workload, but he kept his inquires to himself while kenma summoned you to the office.

you arrived around ten minutes afer he texted you, and when kuroo laid eyes on you, it was like he had been instantly awoken, but mostly below the belt. the way your white blouse clung to your alluring figure, and your skirt was inappropriately tight and he could leer over every curve of your perky ass.

"ten minutes? what the hell.." kenma chides, but with a lot less force than usual — he's too tired to spank you like he usually does.

"sorry! i fell asleep at my desk again.." you clasp your hands together and apologise profusely, "i am really sorry. i put a special ringtone for your texts too that's really loud but i still slept through it.."

"again.. do i need a shock collar or something?" he stresses, fidgeting with the pen in his hand as he slouches against his desk. "or how about a vibrator? and i can keep the controller for it."

you blush at the idea, and kuroo is also thoroughly scandalised upon hearing the way kenma talks to his assistant. surely that violates lots of workplace harassment laws, he thinks to himself. however, his view will change once he starts to understand the special nature of the relationship you have with your boss.

"kenma, be nice." he comments. but kenma just rolls his eyes.

"this is kuroo, the head of the promotional divison at the jva." he introduces you to kuroo, then does the reverse, "and this is my secretary, (y/n)." his head snaps back round to glare daggers at you, "be polite, (y/n). don't embarrass me."

you nod nervously under his piercing amber scrutiny and rush over to shake kuroo's hand. "hi, nice to meet you, sir." you splutter.

kuroo smiles up at you warmly, "nice to meet you too." he's got a strong grip but you don't let go until he does first. then, you glance back at kenma for his approval, but all you see is him motioning for you to come closer to him.

which you do, wordlessly. once you are within arms-length, he yanks you forwards and pulls your skirt up, revealing your supple ass and your black thong. "you call that underwear? that's dental floss, slut.."

he spreads your cheeks and runs his slender fingers over your cute asshole, entranced by the way it subtly quivers at his cold touch. "kenma.. stop.." you whine, and kuroo watches in dismay as this happens.

little does he know, you are completed accustomed to and accepting of kenma's perverted antics. you're just a lil' shy when it comes to ass stuff. but even then, you have a safe word with kenma and it certainly isn't 'stop'. kuroo is too horrified (and turned-on) to utter a single word. he's petrified.

kenma lets go of your ass and for moment kuroo believes he has come to his senses, until kenma commands in a low voice, "strip." then kuroo's jaw virtually falls to the floor. and he's even more shocked when you actually do it.

they both watch intently as you sensually pull your skirt down then follow it up by tugging your panties off to reveal your entire ass and pussy. you also unbutton your blouse, then undo your bra and let your tits fall out. your nipples visibly pebbled and erect due to the cold air. and finally, you slip your heels off and shuffle awkwardly in place, awaiting further instruction.

midway through your little show, kenma begins to pull his trousers down to free hardened length. when he holds it in his hand, he doesn't even need to say a word, he just gazes up at you with that risque glint in his eye and you are already trained on what to do next.

usually he'll suck your clit a bit first or play with your nipples to dampen you enough to take his cock, but he hasn't this time, hence you especially struggle to sink down on him. but being the helpful man he is, he pushes you down by the shoulders until your sat nicely on his lap and he is balls-deep inside you.

"nngh, kenma, hurts.." you stutter, your nails digging into the thick material of his shirt. your growing increasing wet by the second, your juices even dripping down his shaft, but that hardly takes away from the strain on your walls.

"of course it does.." he mutters, picking up his pen in one hand and resting the other on the small of your back. "just stay put, okay?"

at some point during that suspicious encounter, kuroo was able to put the pieces together and realised that your relationship might not be entirely professional, like he had initially thought. which was a relief; he worried he was going to have to file an urgent report to HR about his childhood best friend.

"kuroo.." kenma spoke softly, "come over."

kuroo was unsure at first, but perhaps it was due the growing tent in his pants, or maybe his lust-clouded judgement, but he gave minimal resistance before he stood up from his chair, and dragged it over to kenma's side of the desk.

he then took a seat again, but right beside you and kenma. your face was hooked over kenma's shoulder, nuzzling into his bleached hair, while kuroo admired your naked figure, tenderly tracing your exposed spine with the pads of his fingers.

despite this attention, you paid no mind to kuroo whatsoever, causing a gasp to be ripped from your throat when kenma smacks your plump ass. "(y/n), what did i say about being polite?"

you pout at his harsh words then turn to kuroo with glossy eyes, who can only dote over your adorable expression. he cups your cheek in his hands and coos, "aw, don't be so mean to the pretty girl, kenma." he directs his first comment at his friend, then the latter at you, "you're tired, sweet thing, aren't you?"

you nod at his understanding, then nuzzle into his neck instead. he chuckles at this, "yeah? we're all sleepy, huh." you quickly realise he's more buff than kenma, from the way his muscles flex against your skin as he rubs your back. also, he smells like a man; an expensive man. you don't know what cologne he's wearing but it's intoxicating and so romantic.

kuroo starts to undo his fly and pull his cock out from the parition in the fabric of his trousers, but kenma — cold stare not averting from the paperwork in front of him — is quick to warn, "careful. she's a messy slut." he accenuates his point by shifitng his spare hand from the small of your back to under your ass, where he lift you slightly to reveal the creamy ring of essence you've left at his base.

kuroo, opting to save his trousers from being soiled, pulls them down to his knees. "not a slut," kuroo correct gently, as he works on freeing his dick from his briefs, "just excited."

you nod, gaze dropping to watch kuroo rub his long, exposed shaft. his other hand toys with your nipple, playfully but firm enough that it forces your body to face him. he huffs a chuckle at the way you gawk at his impressive length, "think you can help me out too, beautiful?"

"mhm." your hand wanders over his beefy thigh before you fingers cautiously wrap around his cock. his fierce eyes are fixed to you with a glaring precion, soaking up your every move. from the way your bare tits sway as you lean forward, or how you swallow a lump in your throat formed due to kenma cock still nestled up within your walls.

once you have him fully in your grip, you begin to pump his cock gently — stroking it, more than anything. and kuroo lets out a satisfied sigh at the stimulation. however, kenma must have misinterpreted it as a sigh of frustration, as he urges you, "(y/n), go faster. why're you being so lazy today?"

kuroo shakes his head, relaxing back into his chair, and holding your face into his neck by cradling your head. "it's fine, kenma. she's doing perfect." he reassures, pressing a benign peck on your temple, smiling into your skin, "you're too harsh."

kenma rolls his eyes, not averting his feline eyes from the work afore him even once, "she's not your secretary; i know she can do better." kenma argues, in his signature monotone, on accentuated by his tired voice, "maybe you're just too nice to whores."

"awh, don't listen to kenma, sweetheart. you're not a whore." he musues, admiring the way your pretty hands tug at his dick, and how your gorgeous naked body looks sprawled out across him and kenma. he could just eat you up; starting with those cute tits. "maybe you should come back to the jva headquarters with me. i have a lot of things i could use your help with."

"stop that." kenma spits.

kuroo titters at his half-assed attempt to poach his friend's secretary, then leans forward so he can reach his laptop. the rest of the night goes on like this, with kenma's cock planted inside your pussy, and kuroo occasionally grunting under his breath while you stroke him at a very mild rate. it's awfully intimate, and although you anticipate the encounter will escelate once kuroo and kenma finish their work, unfortunately you all fall asleep before that happens. and the janitor has a nasty surprise when he walks in on you all in that position.

★ KAGEYAMA + SUGAWARA

tws & tags.. oral (m receiving) , tit jobs, rough sex, handjob, sex worker! reader, degredation, praise and general messiness

the schweiden adlers scheduled a practise match against another team in their base location, and even though kageyama didn't anyone to watch, sugawara heard about the match through the grapevine and decided to attend — since he was in the area and had the day off work — in order to surprise and show support for an old friend.

suga appears in the stands with only around thirty other people watching, since it was only a practise match. around halfway through the game, kageyama noticed his familiar face in the small crowd, and they briefly flashed each other smiles of acknowledgement.

after the match, suga approached kageyama and they caught up a little bit. talking about what they've been doing since graduation and how things have been going in their personal lives. their conversation was cut short though as kageyama was being urged to shower and change out of his jersey by his coach, and suga happily offered to walk with him to the changing room.

as they walked through the hallways of the sports centre, they continued their idle chatter. suga brought up, "being a professional volleyball must be stressful, huh?"

"eh. not really." kageyama shrugged.

"huh?! seriously?! i mean, i work at an elementary school and i'm stressed out, like, all the time. i've already started finding grey hairs!" suga explains frantically, "so, i have no idea how you cope as a volleyball player. when there's so much pressure for you to perform well at matches, in front of millions of people."

kageyama is a bit perplexed by the 'grey hairs' comment, but he glosses over that and instead replies, "i guess it is a lot of pressure sometimes. but i deal with it pretty well."

"how?" suga asks desperately, anticipating kageyama to introduce him to some sort of intricate zen technique, or a life-changing diet regime. and naturally he was extremely disappointed when tobio responds with,

"there's a janitor at home base who gives blowjobs for ¥4000."

suga simply stares with his mouth hung agape, astounded. taking bjs off some old crusty janitor was not the solution he was seeking at all. however, kageyama must've interpreted his stunned silence as curiosity, as he added, "c'mon, i'll show you." as he makes a b-line down some random hallway, which was clearly not the direction they were meant to go in for the changing rooms, and suga has no choice but to follow him as he can't navigate through this building on his own.

albeit, he makes his intentions very clear as he marches after kageyama, "i'm not going to pay some random guy for a service like that. and you shouldn't be doing that either, it's messed u—" as he drones on, kageyama halts outside a random door and knocks on it, and suga is left truly speechless when the door creaks open and stood there is you in your tight-fitting janitors outfit.

suddenly, suga was reaching into his wallet to see if he had ¥4000 on him.

after an awkward interaction (followed by a smooth monetary transaction), your kneeled down in the janitor's cupboard with suga and kageyama stood in front of you. your bare chest was exposed but you kept your pants on, unlike the two of them who were eager to jam their dicks down your pretty throat.

kageyama was as rough as usual, making full use of your hair in order to maneuver you around to his will, forcing you to deepthroat his cock when he felt like it. "just like that, fuck. keep fuckin' going." he'd heave angrily, brows furrowed together in hedonistic fury.

he loved seeing the imprint of his dick in your neck, or against your puffy cheeks. and the way your eyes would screw shut whenever you got a taste of his bitter precum that would seep onto your tongue as you sucked. "better not stop.."

sugawara was far more adept at feigning kindness. he wouldn't grip your hair the way kageyama would, no, whenevr he wanted your attention, he'd gently cup your chin and guide it so you were gazing up at him. but it was all an act really, because he was far more perverted than kageyama every was. like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

whenever you were pleasing tobio, suga would lean over and fondle your tits while you'd pump his cock. he'd tug and pinch at your hardened nipples and smirk devilishly whenever he'd get any reaction from you. and he was up for far more than bjs, he'd bend his knees slightly so his dick slid perfectly between your tits, and when you'd press your girls together, he audibly groaned at the soft sensation.

through heavy lidded eyes you met the doting hazel stare of suga, who smiles down at you, "you're so pretty.." he muses, leaning over to cup your cheek in his hand, gently grazing your burning skin with his thumb. "such soft tits. you're a dream, dear." the kindness was foreign to you, thus you smiled up at him, while he continued to drag his dick between your tits, bumping your chin occassionally.

kageyama was quick to notice that your mouth was currently unoccupied, and hence seized the oppertunity to snap your head round towards him by your hair, causing you to yelp. "go on," he urged, guiding his cock back to your closed mouth and tapping his leaky tip against your lips, "get to work. swallow it, slut." he growled, a mocking smirk playing on his features.

tobio wasn't usually so forceful with you. he was abrasive, sure, but never rude. there was something different about him today, but admittedly, you kinda enjoyed it. the sinister glint in his ocean eyes caused a canal of heat to stir in your core, and pool in your panties, as you gazed up at him and obidently accepted his length back into your adoring mouth. all while sugawara was still thrusting his dick between your plush tits.

you pushed them together even further, causing a stifled whimper to be pulled from suga. "uhh— that's perfect, angel. thank you — acht, so much." he heaves, unable to suppress a delighted grin at your adorable little face, all stuffed with kageyama's cock, and your gorgeous tits which engulf him so well. "you're too good at that.."

kageyama's cock is shoved virgously down your throat, and he basically uses your mouth as his very own fleshlight. piloting your movements with his fist balled up in your hair, as his hips rock against your sloppy mouth. "heh, you look like a fuckin' whore like this." he blabbers through gritted teeth, "shit- might be cause you are one." and you can tell by the way his grin disappated and his eyes grow watery that he's getting close to his high.

but suga beats him at the chase, as his dick twitches against your chest and before you are given any time to prepare, he unloads his seed between your tits. and being the kind woman you are, you use your hands to push them together to keep his cock wrapped up tight as he climaxes, even if that means your entire chin, neck and tits are all coated in a layer of his semen.

he's got quite a hefty load, and he only pulls away once you are thoroughly painted. his eyes were screwed shut while he came, but once he is able to pry one open and look at the sticky mess he has made of you, he can't help but snicker to himself. "acht, sorry, angel. i've made an awful mess of you, haven't i?" he hums, talking to you in a disturbingly clement tone, "don't worry, it'll be easy to clean. we are in a janitor's cupboard, there should be something that could wi—"

"don't. she looks hot like this." kageyama states bluntly. during sugawara's orgasm, kageyama mercifully reduced his pace and allowed you to slowly bob back and forth on his length and lick his shaft. but not to make it easier for you or anything, of course not; it just happened naturally as kageyama was more entertained by watching sugawara cover you with his hot cum. it was so filthy.

"hah, look like even more of a whore now. covered in cum." kageyama huffed out a chuckle and began to increase the rate at which he was thrusting his cock into your mouth, with such intensity it was such to leave your lips bruised. "bet you like that, don't you? don't you?"

"mmph!" was all you were able to respond as kageyama frantically slammed you against his cock over and over, right until his thick cum unexpectedly shot down your throat. warm and suffocating, threatening to stick to the walls of your throat if you don't swallow it all — so you do, tentatively.

meanwhile, kageyama and suga's eyes did not part from you, not once. "yeah, drink it all up." kageyama groans, stumbling in place from his euphoric high, "savour it and don't miss any. not a drop."

you choke it all down like he orders, then open your mouth to show the proof. kageyama exhales in satisfaction, while sugawara pats your head, "wow, what a good girl, eh?"

you nod, pleased with your work, and believing that the session was coming to a close, you are about to stand upright from your knelt position on the floor, until suga uses his hand on your head to push you back down. "not so fast, angel. you're not done quite yet." he sings, reaching for his wallet which he sat on one of your shelves, "there's another ¥8000 in it for you if you want to go again."

you press your lips together and furrow your brows contemplatively. it's a tricky decision, and suga can detect your hesitancy, and thus he attempts to further persuade you, "c'mon, i think you'd look so pretty covered with some more of our cum, eh?"

★ MATSUKAWA + HANAMAKI

tws & tags.. analplay, vaginal, fingering, shower sex and just general pervertedness.

what you did not realise was that becoming matsukawa's girlfriend and moving in with him and hanamaki meant you were signing up be a live-in sex doll for both of them. and they were so so mean to you.

despite still living together, you didn't quite grasp how close they were prior to moving in together. they were certainly a dynamic duo. it's like you couldn't even have sex with just matsukawa anymore, it always had to be a threeway. which you didn't mind at first because double penetration is always fun, but it often gets to a point where you are so overstimulated, you can no longer tell if the cock stuffed balls-deep into your mouth is your boyfriend's, or someone else's. and the copious amount of cum dribbling out of your ass might've been his too.

and they weren't just meanies in bed either. matsukawa had a fasination with your tits and would pinch your nipples or tug at them while you were trying to cook dinner — or when you were trying to do anything in peace, really. hanamaki was more of an ass man, but when it came to you, he was just an all-round provoker. whenever you wore a skirt he'd always try to pinch your clit or tease your pussy in any way he could. it drove you crazy but you also loved it.

and it was impossible to escape them either, since there was usually always at least one of them in the house. and they were both constantly on. you can't even watch a movie together in peace; when you are at the most climactic part, and you assume they are both super absorbed into the film, they'll both start trying to finger your holes out of nowhere.

hell, you can't shower alone any more, they need to insert themselves in there too. even if they just had a shower that same morning.

so, here you all are together, squeezed into the one shower cubicle because they can't seem to seperate themselves from you for twenty minutes. you're all nude and pressed up against each; mattsun is standing in front of you, facing you and rubbing shampoo into your hair, while hanamaki is stood behind you, his erect cock sliding betwen your plump thighs.

you smile into your boyfriend's buff chest, as he caresses shampoo into your scalp, while you work on exfoliating your arms. he chuckles at the sensation and tilts your head up so he can press a long, sensual kiss upon your lips, which you happily return.

as your lips intimately weave together, you feel one of soap hands attach itself your tit and begin fondling it. you can't help but giggle at how typical that is, but you keep kissing and allow him to continue, as he still uses his other hand to massage your scalp. "got such cute tits, baby." he groans against your lips.

"you say that all the time.." you whine, and he only laughs.

"'cos it's true." he briefly pinches your nipple, causing you to mewl, "they're perfect. you're perfect, (y/n). got the best body i've every seen." his kisses trail from the corner of your lips to your jaw, to your neck, until your head is tossed back and you're moaning as he sucks deep hickeys into your skin. now his grip on your head is just being used to keep you close.

"barf." hanamaki grunts to himself while rolling his eyes. he was originally lathering shower gel on your back, be he seems to have descended to massaging your ass cheeks.

you cry even louder as matsukawa's fingers travel from your tits to between your thighs. he toys around with your labia and aggressively rubs your clit a little to warm you up, but due to all the lubrication from the shower, he doesn't need to wait long before he is able to slip his two digits right up your pleading enterance. "nghh— issei, don't stop, please!"

"i won't, baby. this desperate cunt need me that bad, huh?" his mouth frees itself from your neck, leaving marks that will surely blossom into pigmented hickeys by the morning, and he begins to kiss you again. but this time much more feverishly, shoving his tongue into your mouth and grinding your bodies against each other as he rapidly fingers you.

your legs even part slightly to grant him more access, and he takes this as a sign to speed up. lethally thrusting into your pussy and curling his digits against your spongy, sensitive walls until your basically sobbing for mercy into the kiss. "ahh— fuck, issei. 'ts too good! faster, faster please, issei! i need you.."

"course you need me, baby." his honeyed words are hot against your earlobe, "who else is going to fuck this greedy pussy everyday, huh? tell me." naturally, one of your legs ended up hooked around his hips; not only to increase the closeness but also so he could reach your g-spot with ease. however, hanamaki interpretted that as an oppertunity for himself. you paid no mind at all when you heard him getting on his knees behind you, no, you were far too involved with the wet make-out session with your boyfriend and the way he expert finger slid feverishly in and out of your cunt.

but you had no choice but to notice his actions when you felt hanamaki's tongue worm into your tight ass. instinctually you jerked away from the kiss to gasp and writhe at the strange sensation, but matsukawa held you very still in his strong arms.

"awh, baby, what's wrong?"

it didn't take a genius to figure out what his friend was doing to you, and he couldn't help but be entertained by it. the way your little face screwed up at the intrusion yet he could tell your eyes glinted with excitement at the foreign sensation. your even bit down harshly on your bottom lip as though you were trying to prevent your tongue rolling out and giving away how much you truly liked it. so fucked out you couldn't even respond to his simple question.

"look at that face. aren't you just the cutest thing?" he swiped one of his soapy hands across your nose, leaving a trail of foam in it's wake. not that you cared, you were too overcome by the feeling of hanamaki's tongue gliding in and out of your ass, and his soft lips working expertly against your puckered hole. "feel good, baby? want more?"

you hesitated, looking up at your boyfriend with a slight grimace, and he contiued, "no point in lyin'. i can see it all over your face. you like it, dont you? you don't need to be ashamed, pretty girl. we're here to take care of you, okay?" he got increasingly closer to your face as he spoke, and at the end of his question, he locked his lips with yours. and kissed back, despite the shrieks caged at the base of your throat from how good hanamaki's mouth was making you feel. in tandem with your boyfriend's fingers still sloppily thrusting into your messy cunt.

when hanamaki eventually pulled out, you were only spared a momentarily rest, as the power of matsukawa's fingers was growing by the second. perhaps you had been given relief from the tongue inserted into your hole, but the force of matsukawa's fingering was ready to lead you to your climax at any moment. and you were moaning desperately and frantically against his lips in preparation. "issei, please, please! 'm so close, fuck me faster. please, issei."

meanwhile, hanamaki had grown painfully bored. it wasn't fair that his friend got all of you attention — and why? just because the two of you were dating? rubbish.

he thought maybe while in the shower he should focus on cleaning himself. he searched for a bar of soap, then a luffa. during which, he saw one of those luffa's attached to stick hanging from the shower caddy. the stick part was likely to aid in the luffa reaching one's back, but it gave him a bright idea.

he reached over and grabbed it. and just as your insides were ready to spill all over your boyfriend's fingers stuffed into your pussy, hanamaki jams the handle right up your tight asshole. as much of the length as he could manage in one push.

"takahiro!" you squeal, your voice echoing off the walls of the shower as you finally come undone over your boyfriend's fingers. your own fluids ejecting from your pussy mixing in with the lukewarm water already dripping all down your legs.

"takahiro?" matsukawa defensively jerks his fingers straight out of your pussy upon hearing you call his friend's name instead of his own. "who has been fucking your cunt this whole time?" he argues, completely oblivious to what is going on behind the scenes.

"you like that, (y/n)?" hanamaki muses cockily, toying with the stick a tiny bit. observing how moving it only slightly would elicit such large reactions from you. "want my dick in there too? huh?"

"what?" matsukawa snips.

★ BOKUTO + ATSUMU + SAKUSA

tws & tags.. oral (m + f receiving), anal, breeding kink, impact play, rough sex, degredation, praise, squirting. won't make sense unless you read part one.

sakusa subconsciously twitches at the delicious sight of you completely bare, bent over in front of bokuto, and your glossy lips wrapped firmly around the base of atsumu's cock.

invited into the ordeal, regularly he'd turn his nose up at something like and scornfully report the indecency to the coach, but there was just something so alluring about you in this state. that's how his legs moved on their own to carry him towards your body, specifically situating himself beside bokuto and promptly kneeling down.

as he does so, his eyes are lasered to your gorgeous, gently shivering body, all bare and exposed for them. his gaze is especially stuck to your pretty, glistening cunt, currently stuffed with bokuto's beefy cock and drooling around it.

bokuto and atsumu are both in a state of shock. they're still out of breath as they were coming down from their imminent, unfulfilled orgasms, due to sakusa's rude interuption. but they can't find it in themselves to be mad or frustrated. in fact, they briefly share a look of relief with each other, due to sakusa opting to join their little tryst instead of rebuking them for it.

however, evidently some shuffling needs to be done in order to accommodate for sakusa's desires. he's on his knees beside bokuto, clearly wanting to get a taste of your pretty pussy (thankfully before it was soiled with bokuto's cum.) so bokuto, very kindly, pulls out with a lewd squelching noise, to allow kiyoomi to shuffle over between your legs so his head aligns with your cunt.

"you okay if kiyoomi joins in, baby?" atsumu asks mockingly while stroking your hair, snickering when your reply is entirely muffled by his cock stuffed in your mouth.

"she doesn't mind, do ya?" bokuto asks rhetorically, grabbing a joyous fistful of your ass as he does so. "this pussy's wet enough for all of us, huh?"

"yeah, you're a brave girl, you can handle three guys, right?" atsumu looks down at you with a condescending smirk, as he strokes your head with his thumb, "we'll be gentle with this delicate body, promise."

"you know we take good care of ya." bokuto smiles, holding his cock which has been smeared with your fluids. not that he minds, only makes it easier for him to relocate and slip it straight into your tight ass, along with the subtle forewarning, "incoming." before he jams it right into you.

atsumu laughs as he watches you eyes screw shut and your mouth twitches around his dick. "that hurt, baby?" he teases, not expecting a response. he can read it all by the mere expression on your face. it was the most sultry agony, the congestive sensation created a infectious pleasure that pervaded your entire nude body. every inch of your exposed flesh pricked in delight at how bokuto's fat length felt in your snug ass.

"shit, she's tight.." bokuto gritted, barely leaving you with any time to adjust before he automatically began rolling his hips against your ass, "don't think you'll ever pull me out of her.." he panted with a ghost of a smile.

the pace began to pick up, in every hole. atsumu held your face in place as he always did, while he fucked into it. while bokuto marvelled in the newly discovered sensation, groaning uncontrollably while slowly thrusting into your pristine asshole — very sedate and savouring every inch of you.

the new addition, sakusa, was planted between your legs. his big hand captured your thigh to hold it in place and ensure your legs were sufficiently parted. his thumb dug into your supple skin while his other hand worked at your folds, spreading them wide so he could admire your splayed pussy for a moment. then, he buried the flat of his tongue deep against your labia, and pressed his lips against your cunt — exploring your pussy thoroughly with just his mouth, investigating every dip and lapping at each part.

he was quick to locate your sensitive nub and paid it all sorts of attention: from vibrating his tongue against it to sucking on it to kissing it tenderly. all of which caused you to whine as atsumu continued to shove his cock down your throat.

"fuck— ki— mmph, kiyoomi, what're you doing t'her?" he grunted, tossing his head back from the way your mouth reverberated around his dick. "the bitch won't shut the fuck up— mgh, that slutty mouth."

sakusa didn't answer. though you did feel him smile against your juicy cunt. this confirmation was enough to persuade him to venture further. his furious make-out session with your damp pussy was halted when he abruptly chose to dive inside your hole, swiftly shoving his tongue past your entrance and worming around in your homey walls. all while his lips still moved against your puffy folds.

since he had been teetering on the edge of an orgasm right before sakusa had entered the changing room, it wasn't long before atsumu's pumping into your mouth became sporadic, and he began to lose stamina, due to his impending climax clouding his mind and draining his energy. "ah, shit, baby. you've got me so close; so god damn close. finish me off quick and i won't make a mess all in this pretty hair, mkay?" he joked (or at least, you hoped he was joking.)

"y-yeah, me too.." and bokuto was the same, although since your clenched little asshole was basically suckling on his cock, his pace had steadily been far more relaxed, holding onto your plush ass cheeks while he leisurely dragged his cock from and into your hole, exhibiting a prolonged groan each time. "shit.. look, your ass won't let go of my cock. hah, guess i gotta cum inside. you don't mind, do ya, (y/n)?"

"nah, she's used to being our cumdump." atsumu huffed a chuckle.

"damn right she is." bokuto panted with a harsh slap on your ass, causing you to clamp down on his cock which pried a stifled whimper from him. "shit." he cursed under this breath.

the bubbling pool of hot liquid within in your stomach was also growing exponentially every passing second. you were just so full; stuffed to the brim with appendages jammed into each of your pleading, desperate holes. there was no breathing room left. bokuto's monster cock was forced so far up your ass that you were left straining to try fit him all inside, a lewd stretch of your hole each time he'd push into you. along with atsumu's length, which required you to deep-throat whenever he carelessly shoved it as deep as he could physically manage.

at the cherry on top was sakusa's expert tongue rummaging around your spongy insides as though he searching for something. and he was, and you had hell to pay when he found it; your g-spot. his merciless tongue abused that shit to an unholy degree. you were only spared a break in ten second intervals when he'd yank his tongue out of your cunt so he could kiss and lap at your wet pussy, devouring your folds and licking up your juices, but that relief was fleeting, before he would dive right back into your hole and resume his torture on that gummy, sensitive spot inside you.

you weren't sure what his agenda was. why he was so adament on making you feel extraplanar levels of ecstasy, and how he possibly got off on that, but you weren't left with much time to contemplate before you were furiously orgasming aginst his face, squirting your fluids onto the floor and into his mouth while your entire body convulsed.

bokuto and atsumu quickly followed suit. "shit, (y/n), let go— your too fuckin tight— hah—" the way your ass cleched around his cock was enough to tip him over the edge. vision filled with stars, bokuto unloaded spurts of his hot seed into your asshole, filling it all up to the brim, enough cum to peek out your puckered enterance after he pulled out. "oh, fuck.. that grip.. was insane."

meanwhile atsumu experiences a similar flurry during his finish as ropes of his sticky cum are shot down your throat. his head tips back and he grinds your face down on his dick as he finished, until the tip of your nose was brushing his base, "ah, just like that, sexy. drink it all up.. keep suckin' til i'm dry, baby. i'll tell you when to stop." he blubbered all sorts of nonsense when he was high.

by the time he removed his cock from your mouth, you were too paralysed from pleasure to even move and inch, still bent over with cum sliding down your throat, and filling up your asshole too. not to mention sakusa's lips which were still locked to your pussy, but thankfully his tongue had given your g-spot a break.

bokuto motion for atsumu to come round the back, so he lurched over. bokuto spread your cheeks and planted a big hand on the small of your back to keep you bent over, as he displayed his conquest to his friend — the sight of his cum peeking out of your puckered asshole. "so damn cute." bokuto expressed triumphantly. then he tilts his head and comments, "reminds me of a cream filled donut."

"hah, fatass."

while they were engaging in their mindless patter, sakusa had finally stopped working on your pussy and stood up straight, aiding you in doing the same. when you are upright, he snakes an arm around your lower back and pulls you close against him, gazing down at you with a hungry glint in his eyes you've never seen from him before. "while they are flaccid," his hot breath tickles your lips, while the firm tent in his pants grinds against your thigh, "do i get you all to myself?"

[luster-less]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ not even sex can stop him from being a huge nerd

your laptop sat open on the desk, half-forgotten as your fingers trembled over the keyboard. the assignment deadline loomed, but it was really hard to focus when your boyfriend was buried between your thighs, lapping at you with slow, deliberate strokes.

kuroo had been at it for at least twenty minutes, taking his sweet time, letting the occasional deep groan vibrate against your pussy just to watch you squirm. he was always like this—half a menace, half a worshipper—dragging you right to the edge only to pull back and start over. it was infuriating.

you bit your lip, trying to stay somewhat composed, your hips shifting toward his mouth as he sucked your clit between his lips and rolled his tongue against it in that obscene way that made your toes curl. you barely managed to type another sentence before a sharp whimper escaped your throat, and he chuckled—smug bastard.

“mm, getting close?” his voice was muffled, lips brushing against your slick folds.

“y-yeah, so stop—”

but of course, he didn’t stop. he paused. and that was somehow so much worse.

instead of diving back in like a decent boyfriend, he lifted his head slightly, fingers idly tracing patterns against the inside of your thigh. “you know, i read this study the other day about how the female orgasm actually lasts three times longer than the male’s,” he mused, voice far too casual for someone who had his face drenched in your juices. “it has something to do with the way the pelvic muscles contract—”

“tetsu, i swear to fucking god—”

“no, but listen—” he pressed a quick kiss to your clit, as if that would make up for his absolute nonsense. “the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds, right? but for women, it’s closer to twenty. and some women can even have multiple in succession. isn’t that fascinating?”

your entire body twitched with frustration. “tetsurou.”

“what?” he asked, blinking up at you with faux innocence, lips glistening with proof of just how not innocent he was.

“either put that mouth to better use or—”

you barely had a second to brace yourself before he groaned—that deep, gravelly sound that sent heat curling in your belly—and devoured you like he had something to prove. his tongue flicked against your clit, fast and relentless, two fingers pressing inside you with that perfect curl, stroking the exact spot that made your back arch clean off the chair.

you barely had time to suck in a breath before pleasure slammed into you, your entire body trembling as you came with a broken, desperate moan. and he didn’t stop.

“mmh, see?” he mumbled against you, his words vibrating through your overstimulated nerves. “multiple in succession. science is so fucking cool.”

[sugarwarachan]

men who brush your hand and their dick instantly starts pulsing against their thigh. men who feel out of control when you’re in the room, who need to excuse themselves to the bathroom to jerk into their fist, teeth clamped down on a towel. men who don’t even need you to be doing something sexual to get hard, who see you in no makeup and a ratty tee and immediately grab you by the hips to grind their leaking cock into the meat of your ass. men who slip inside you with a blissful, drawn-out moan, arms slipping under your shoulders to pull you closer. men who cum too quick, whimpering and babbling out an apology into your neck. men who make it up to you by getting drunk lapping at your quivering cunt until you push their face away from the overstimulation.

sakura haruka, kaji ren, umemiya hajime, togame jo (wbk) | okkotsu yuuta, itadori yuuji, gojo satoru (jjk) | hinata shoyo, sugawara koushi, yamaguchi tadashi, tanaka ryunosuke, kuroo tetsuro, oikawa toru, bokuto kotaro (hq) | midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, denki kaminari, sero hanta (bnha) | isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, barou shoei, karasu tobito (bllk) + your faves!

[reveusism]

cw nsfw. kuroo is a loser nerd. dry humping…..

“we…” kuroo tetsurou could barely utter a sentence, breathing coming out laboured and heavy, usually carefully constructed composure shattered into bits at your feet. “we should be studying.”

his words were an unsteady attempt to be harsh—to uphold the act of dominance and self control that he so desperately wished ran deeper. but with every ghost of your breath over his face, it seemed to be blown away like dust, scattering in the winds and leaving him bare. his fingers dug into the chub of your hips, crumpling the fabric of your skirt as you rested on his lap, thighs pressing around his hips and making him feel even closer to suffocation than he already was. he could barely get air into his lungs, each inhale only bringing more of you in him and making his head spin.

“you’d rather study than be with me?” you asked, lower lip jotting out in a pout. another slow, torturous drag of your hips over his had him gasping (and you fighting desperately to pretend you weren’t feeling the exact same way).

“I never—fuck—never said that. I-“ he drew in a hiss, face heating up as he buckled up into your touch. your head spun, and it was taking every bit of will within you to not fall apart into his arms right there.

you snaked a hand up his chest, finding the ridge of his chin and tipping his face up to meet your gaze. his eyes, although reluctantly, drew away from where your bodies almost met, hazel dark and glazed over as he panted. something tugged at your lips, an invisible force that was immensely satisfied by how absolutely wrecked he looked for you. “what’s got you so flustered, tetsu?” you asked. “i’ve barely done anything.”

a flush of pink crawled up his neck, the tips of his ears turning flushed. his lips, red and glossy from the way he’d been gnawing on them, parted. “stop it,” he rasped. it was laced with a desperation that contradicted his plea, as well as the way he was so taut with desire beneath you. that’s what he was now. beneath you. yours to handle, yours to mold like molasses and bend to your will. absolutely pliant.

“don’t lie. you like this, don’t you?”

a small, guttural sound rose from his throat before he could stop it. “that’s the issue, baby.” he pressed harder into you. “you know I do.”

you leaned closer, lips ghosting over his. he could basically hear the smirk in your voice when you spoke, but he could not bring himself to care—he was too far gone; pupils dilated, hair tousled from the grip of your wanting hands.

you huffed. “that’s what makes this so much fun.”

you were right. and fuck, he hated how much he enjoyed it.

[scibs]

"Special" Treatment.

WARNING: Relatively dark content ahead!!! CnC, AFAB!Reader!, mean!kuroo, hair pulling,

You and your boyfriend were looking to "spice things up" in the bedroom. You were thinking different positions or pet names, he thought of something much.... different.

You're just a dumb little girl who forgot to lock the front door... You didn't even hear the door creak open, didn't even sense the danger creeping right behind you while you lay there half-naked on the couch, teasing yourself, lost in your filthy little fantasies. You thought you were safe. You thought you were alone.  

Wrong.  

Kuroo was on you before you can even scream—one rough, veiny hand slamming over your mouth, the other pinning your wrists behind your back like they belong there. You squirm, try to fight, but it's useless. He's bigger, stronger, and you're already going weak from the rush flooding your brain. 

Your panties are soaked, your thighs trembling as you realize you're not just scared—you're aching for what's about to happen.  He yanks your hair back, forcing you to arch your throat, whispering filth right into your ear...

"You left the door open, slut. You were begging for someone to come take you, huh?" You whimper against his palm, your body betraying you, grinding back against him without even thinking.  

He practically drags you by your hair to the floor, bending you over the couch, ripping your panties aside without a shred of patience. Not even off—just shoved out of the way like the worthless obstacle they are. 

His fingers slide between your folds, slow at first, savoring the obscene wet sounds echoing in the room. 

Dripping. Soaking. Waiting.  

"Aww, listen to yourself," He growls. "You're fucking leaking just because someone finally treated you like the filthy little hole you are." He slapped your ass...hard. It made you jolt and cry out into his hand—but your hips push back, so desperate and inviting.  

He forced two thick fingers deep inside you without warning, feeling you clench and twitch around them. You moan so loud it vibrates against his hand. 

It's pure, raw need. 

While he finger-fucks you harder, he presses his cock against your cheek, throbbing under the fabric, taunting you.  

"You want it?" He sneers. "You want my cock stuffed down your throat while I ruin your pathetic hole?"

 Your nod is frantic, desperate, and oh so perfect. He pulls his hand away from your mouth, only to shove his cock between your lips the second you try to speak. 

No words—just gagging, choking, drooling all over him while he holds your head in place and fucks your mouth.  All while his other hand never stops pounding into your cunt, curling just right, abusing that perfect little spot that has you sobbing around him.  

You're wrecked. You're owned. Exactly where you're supposed to be—just a dumb, used-up toy who forgot to lock the door... and paid the perfect price for it.

[oxytxn]

KUROO is good at many things…

but the way his fingers are knuckle deep inside, curling them just right against your sweet spot, might be your favorite.

“tetsu—” you whine, biting your lip to muffle your sounds in the study room he’s “tutoring” you in for biochemistry.

“c’mon, baby, if ya get this one right, i’ll add another finger,” he purrs in your ear, “maybe even touch your clit a little too.”

with furrowed brows and the most amount of concentration you’ve ever put toward something, you begin writing—and struggle. he murmurs a little “mhm” and “there you go” as your thighs begin to shake around his hand.

“you miscounted your carbons, go on back and rework that last step.”

you hastily erase the last thing you did and do it over, wanting this teasing to end. you feel that tightness in the pit of your tummy, and kuroo can feel you tightening around him. he pulls out his fingers, clicking his tongue in faux disappointment. “no coming until you get this, pretty.”

so when you finally finish the question correctly, he knows just how to celebrate it. with three fingers and a thumb to your twitching clit, he enjoys how you crumple the paper you just wrote on because you’re holding onto the table as you make the prettiest mess on his hand.

and when you ace your exam, you know you just have to keep going back for more help—you have to keep your grade up!

best. tutor. ever. ᢉ𐭩

to my newest kuroo self shippers: @bakery-anon & @tiredafbruh >:)

masterlist.

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©oxytxn 2025.

[noorpersona]

Office hook up with kuroo 🤤

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for sending in this request — it was genuinely so much fun to write! 😭

Enjoy<333

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Anon Ask: Kuroo (NSFW)

The office was eerily quiet, save for the low, steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Rows of desks stretched out in neat, darkened lines, papers stacked, chairs pushed in, computer monitors black and still. The occasional ticking sound from the wall clock echoed faintly in the wide, open space, amplifying just how empty it really was.

You pushed open the door to Kuroo’s private office, balancing two takeout bags in your hands like a peace offering.

"Dinner's here, workaholic," you called, voice cutting through the stillness.

Inside, Kuroo looked up from behind his desk. He was hunched over some paperwork, hair even messier than usual—wild tufts sticking up from where he'd clearly dragged his fingers through it. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Dark shadows smudged under his golden eyes, but when he spotted you standing there, his whole face shifted.

The tension in his shoulders eased. The corner of his mouth curved into a slow, lazy smile.

You made your way inside, carefully setting the bags down on the edge of his desk, nudging aside a stack of folders to make room. The rich, savory scent of your order wafted up between you, warm and inviting.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching out long legs under the desk, lacing his fingers behind his head with a low, satisfied groan. His eyes never left you—watching you with a smoldering kind of patience.

"Wow, must be my lucky night," he said, voice a rough, playful rumble.

You rolled your eyes as you started unpacking the food. "Yes, bask in my generosity. You owe me dinner and maybe dessert."

He chuckled under his breath, pushing up from his chair with a heavy, purposeful kind of movement. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, veins prominent along his forearms. He looked both exhausted and predatory—and somehow, devastatingly good.

He walked around the desk slowly, almost leisurely, but there was a weight to it. A coil of energy you could feel tightening between you with each step.

"You bringing me dinner... wearing that?" His gaze skimmed shamelessly over you, lingering at your legs, the snug fit of your jacket. "Dangerous."

You huffed, smoothing down your coat self-consciously. "Calm down, corporate Romeo. It’s just jeans and a jacket."

He smirked, dipping his head slightly as he stepped closer, voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Still dangerous."

You shook your head, scoffing lightly, but your pulse betrayed you, skipping when he closed the last of the distance. His presence was overwhelming—the subtle scent of his cologne, the heat radiating off his skin.

He stopped just short of touching you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His fingers flexed slightly at his sides, like he was barely holding himself back.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" he said, voice low and rough.

You raised an eyebrow, shooting him a dry look as you finished unpacking the containers. "Please don't say ‘work overtime,’ because I'm not into that."

Kuroo chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. He leaned down slightly, close enough that you felt his breath against your ear.

"Always thought about bending you over my desk," he murmured. "Right here. After hours. When no one's around to hear you."

You blinked at him, deadpan. "You're disgusting."

But your body—traitorous as ever—leaned in, just a little. Your pulse kicked up, a warmth blooming low in your stomach.

"You love it," he teased, fingers brushing lightly against your waist, the touch barely there but searing.

You scoffed, stepping back half a pace, bumping lightly into the desk. "And here I thought you were a professional, Kuroo-san."

"I am professional. I'm professionally fantasizing about you," he quipped, tilting his head, that lazy grin deepening.

You fought the smile tugging at your lips, trying to maintain the upper hand, but it was useless. Especially when he stepped closer again, boxing you in, the edge of the desk biting into the backs of your thighs.

"Tetsu, seriously," you said, palms flattening against his chest when he closed the distance, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your touch. "I literally just brought you food."

"Exactly," he said simply, hands skimming up your sides, slow and coaxing. His thumb traced lazy, hypnotic circles against your hipbone. "And now I'm starving for something else."

"You're impossible," you muttered, even as your hands fisted weakly in his shirt.

"And you're stalling," he murmured back, his voice thick, heated.

You opened your mouth—but nothing came out.

Instead, you grabbed a handful of his loosened tie and yanked him down into a kiss, slow and burning, full of everything you hadn't said.

The takeout bags hit the floor with a muffled thud.

Kuroo groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding up your thigh, hitching your leg around his waist as he walked you back, pressing you flush against the edge of the desk.

You parted your lips under his without hesitation now, tugging him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss until your heads spun.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug your coat down your arms and toss it somewhere unseen. "So fucking pretty for me."

You whined when his hands found the hem of your jeans, pushing it down your hips with slow, deliberate pressure.

He lifted you onto the desk, scattering papers and pens with zero care. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, your body already humming in anticipation.

The kiss broke again when he mouthed down your throat, rough and reverent all at once. Your head fell back with a soft, shuddering breath, heart hammering so hard it echoed in your ears.

"Still think I'm disgusting?" he teased against your skin, voice dark and amused.

"Absolutely," you managed, breathless. *"Now shut up and fuck me, Kuroo."

His answering growl vibrated against your throat.

And then he was undoing his belt with one hand, the other keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you—laid out across his desk, messy, panting, and entirely his.

The desk beneath you creaked softly as Kuroo pressed your front down against the cool surface, one hand splayed firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you there. His body loomed behind you, solid and hot, while he dragged his other hand down the curve of your spine, slow and possessive.

Your jeans were tugged halfway down your thighs, tangled around your knees. His fingers brushed teasingly over the waistband of your underwear, snapping it lightly before hooking them and sliding them down too, baring you completely to him.

You squirmed under his touch, hips canting back instinctively, seeking more.

“You're still overdressed,” he muttered, voice rough as he leaned over you, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You barely managed a breathless huff before his fingers slid between your thighs, finding you slick and ready. He groaned low in his chest.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “Already so fucking wet.”

You whimpered when he teased your entrance with two fingers, circling lazily but never giving you the pressure you craved.

“Tetsu,” you gasped, writhing under him.

He finally pushed in—one thick finger first, curling expertly, then another, scissoring them slowly to open you up. The stretch was delicious, just shy of overwhelming.

Your forehead rested against the cool desk, your fingers curling against the smooth surface.

Kuroo’s free hand stroked down your back, soothing, grounding you as he worked you open, coaxing soft, broken sounds from your lips.

When he withdrew his fingers, you whimpered at the loss—but then you heard the sound of his belt unfastening, the metallic clink sharp in the heavy silence of the office.

You twisted your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye—his flushed face, the way he pumped himself slowly, slicking his cock with your wetness still clinging to his fingers.

He lined himself up behind you, the head of his cock dragging through your folds in a slow, maddening tease.

“Say you want it,” he murmured.

“I want it- I want it please,” you choked out, voice shaky with need.

He didn’t make you wait.

With one steady thrust, he pushed into you, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs. He filled you completely, bottoming out with a low, wrecked groan.

He stilled for a moment, both hands braced on your hips, thumbs pressing into your skin.

“You feel…” he muttered, voice ragged. “You feel so fucking good.”

You nodded weakly, pushing back against him, desperate for him to move.

He took the hint.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before thrusting back in with enough force to jolt your body forward on the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, but neither of you cared.

Kuroo found a brutal rhythm, each snap of his hips making the desk creak under the force of it. His tie swung loose from his collar, occasionally brushing against your lower back with each rough thrust.

The sounds—skin slapping, your broken gasps, his low, breathless curses—echoed obscenely in the otherwise empty office.

“Mine,” he growled, fucking into you harder now, faster, one hand sliding up your back to fist gently in your hair, tugging your head back so he could kiss the nape of your neck, teeth grazing your skin.

“Yours,” you gasped, knuckles white where you gripped the desk.

The coil in your stomach tightened impossibly fast, your orgasm building with every relentless drive of his hips.

“Come for me,” he panted against your ear. “Let me feel you.”

A few more thrusts and you shattered—clenching around him, crying out his name in a broken, wrecked moan. Your body trembled under him, your release washing over you in thick, hot waves.

He fucked you through it, groaning low in his throat at the way you squeezed him so tight it bordered on painful.

With a final, stuttering thrust, he came hard, spilling inside you with a rough curse, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rode out the aftershocks.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your mingled breathing, the soft rustle of clothes, and the distant rain tapping against the windows.

Kuroo pressed a lazy kiss between your shoulder blades, hands smoothing down your sides in a rare, tender gesture.

“Best… dinner pickup… ever,” he panted against your skin.

You let out a breathless laugh, still half folded over the desk, utterly wrecked.

“You’re… buying dessert,” you managed, voice hoarse.

He chuckled, pulling your jeans up slowly, helping you dress with lingering touches.

“Anything you want, babe,” he said, kissing the back of your neck again, utterly unbothered by the mess around you—completely consumed by you, and only you.

[sunaily]

did anyone write haikyuu boys x ���if u can make me laugh ur gonna get 🐱 tonight?” trend? if not yet i’ll volunteer 🤚🏼

[dayndream]

✸ THIGH RIDING

NSFW — MDNI. Pretty self-explanatory. Obviously time skip. Warnings: None, just them being needy tbh, and Tetsu being a bit of a tease ofc. <3

Includes: KUROO, ATSUMU, IWAZUMI, BOKUTO x fem reader.

𖤩 KUROO TETSUROU

“Come on, pretty, that's all you've got?”, his lips curved in an annoying smile while lifting your face to look at your eyes. His mocking, yet adoring, gaze directly on you created an electric shock on your spine, making you arch your back and press your bare chest on his—skin to skin. That sudden contact only caused another moan to escape your lips, making him ask himself whether he should keep on teasing you, or to ruin you already. Always such a hard decision for him—he loves hearing you like this, watching you get needier, losing more of your self-control with every second, just begging him with pleading eyes to take you and do whatever he wants with you, but he is also impatient to do so. Yet, he leaned back, resting his body weight on his hands, thinking that waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt none of you, enjoying with lustful eyes the view of you greedily rubbing your throbbing pussy against him, tits bouncing with every move and legs already trembling. Your climax was approaching, but you knew for sure you wouldn't be able to reach it without his help. “Need you, Tetsu, please... Please”, you couldn't stop yourself from repeating like a prayer that last word, to which he flicked his tongue, grabbing your waist before closing the distance in between your bodies, hungrily kissing you as he finally gave in to you plea.

𖤩 MIYA ATSUMU

His hands traveled down to your thighs as he couldn't help but to drool over the way you were moving your hips, making him pant and bite his lower lip right after. He wants you bouncing on his cock already, but he can't lose yet, not when you were teasing him during the previous minutes about how you knew he wouldn't resist as much as you. It was a competition, and his ego was his only motor, but how could he not swoon for your pretty moans? To the way you were calling his name in a soft, breathy voice right into his ear. Fuck, he really didn't want to lose, but you're just too irresistible to him. That's when one of his hands reached his aching dick, stroking it up and down until you took his hands to place them on your breasts. “No cheating, Tsumu”, you said with furrowed eyebrows and a little pout on your lips. “But I need you so bad, babe”, he answered with a desperate look on his face—frustrated, to which you questioned if he admitted defeat, driving him over the edge of madness. “I'll show you what a real victory is”, he spat out, shifting positions in a skilled movement to have you underneath of his built body, completely at his mercy. There's no escape now, but it's not like you wanted any.

𖤩 IWAZUMI HAJIME

His hands were placed on your hips, guiding your every move against him, admiring your figure while licking his lips. “Yeah, princess, just like that”, he said while breathing heavily, almost panting. His patience was running out, and you could see it in his face, in the way he was biting and licking his lips again and again, even in the way he was talking to you with that desperate, husky voice, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and piercing eyes, which were able to watch only you, itching to delight himself with the view of you all messed up for him, just because of him. Your pretty moans, the way you were clinging tight on his biceps, on his shoulders, searching for an extra support, almost digging your nails on his skin; of course you knew you were driving him insane, draining his patience, testing it, but that's exactly what you desired—what you needed. His lips got pressed against your chest, going up to your neck to leave multiple kisses on it, licking your skin in between them. Your moans turned into messy whimpers, and that's when he snapped—leaving you underneath of him on the bed as he tracked down some more kisses on you, starting to rub his fingers against your needy cunt in a circular motion, rapidly leading you to your orgasm before making you his once again.

𖤩 BOKUTO KOUTAROU

He is completely lost in you, in the way you roll your hips back and forth, leaving a sticky trace on his thigh. Both his mind and vision were blurry, only being able to concentrate in you and how insane you were driving him merely by riding him like that. He needs you, his whole body is craving you. His hands grabbing your hips almost violently—you're sure they'll leave bruises, but the dopamine makes you enjoy that hurting pleasure. “Please, baby... Give me more—need you”, he whimpers, heavily breathing into your neck before kissing it, sucking on the skin and leaving loving bites on you. It was his idea to have you like that, but seems like he is the one who's about to lose the last strand of sanity first. The only reason why he's still resisting the burning urge of throwing you onto the mattress and fucking you like there's no tomorrow is because he knows you enjoy watching him that needy just for you, and he would do anything for your pleasure, to satisfy you, even if his leaking cock is twitching to get some of your attention, which you'll soon do, right? You wouldn't be that much of a meanie to those golden puppy eyes of his, eagerly begging to feel you—to fill you, would you?

Memorabilia Passage.

© 2025 dayndream. — do not modify, repost, claim, copy or translate.

[kawacake]

Sex, Money, Feelings, Die | “Dramatic much?”

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Fun Facts:

Kuroo saw the “she’s playing with you” texts and still said “let me cook.”

Kenma has been silently documenting everything like it’s a nature documentary

Bokuto tried to call a group intervention in the Gc Kuroo left him on read

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[bbwritesalot]

Spontaneous Study Session.

Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader Smut

This is Loonys artwork I did not make and give full credit. https://www.instagram.com/freaka_loonyz?igsh=MTZiNThvamRpM2EyOA==

Synopsis: You are the manager of the nekoma boys volleyball team, a third year who has grown quite close to kuroo, and you take advantage of a spontaneous study session.

Content: MDNI, smut, oral (f. Receiving, m.recieving), slight face fucking, hair pulling, hand job, light fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (reader has birth control), yearning, breast worship?, fluff, neither of you are virgin's, soft dom kuroo toward the end, use of pet names like sweetheart and baby, praise kink, porn with some plot, nerd reader and even nerdier kuroo, corny, unintentional edging, incorrect math. Let me know if I missed anything! Poor grammar and spelling!

Word count: I would tell you but this was made in my notes app.. long?

Authors note: this is my first fan fiction I've written so I'm not sure if it's any good. (:

The gym echoed with the sharp squeak of sneakers on the glossy court. Your eyes followed Kuroo Tetsuro, Nekoma’s middle blocker your closest friend and study buddy, as he pulled off a perfect block, effortlessly shutting down another spike from the opposing team players. A familiar smirk tugged at his lips, mischief dancing in his eyes. As the practice continued, you couldn't help but feel his gaze land on you more often than necessary. Kuroo's gaze lingered on you, noting the effortless way you moved around the gym as the team's manager. He found himself drawn to your endearing presence.

As the practice wound down, Kuroo made his way over to you. Leaning against the wall, he smirked and said, "Hey there, ______ Enjoying the view from the sidelines?"

"The view of you missing blocks sure" you joke despite his performance being betted than usual.

Kuroo feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Oh, so that's how it is, huh? You just enjoy watching me fail, don't you?" He couldn't help but chuckle at your teasing.

"Precisely, because that's all you do" you retort.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, amused at you. "Oh, I see. So I'm just the butt of all your jokes now, huh? I can't seem to catch a break." He feigned a dramatic sigh. "And here I thought you were supposed to be my teammate and friend."

"Manager. Not team mate" you roll your eyes, handing him some water.

Kuroo accepted the water with a smirk. "Right, right. Manager. My bad." He took a sip, his gaze studying you for a moment. "Still, you could at least show a little more concern for my fragile ego."

"I feel like treating you like you're fragile is worse. Like I have no respect for you, might as well match your remarks"

Kuroo chuckled at that. "Well, you've got a point there. I wouldn't expect you to coddle me like a delicate flower, but a little sympathy wouldn't hurt." He feigned a defeated expression before breaking into a grin. "But hey, teasing me is just another form of showing you care, right?"

You roll your eyes at him and smile a little hitting him on the head playfully with yoyr clip board, having grown used to this behaviour.

Kuroo recoiled, playfully rubbing the spot on his head. "Hey, watch it with the clipboard! I need my brain intact if I'm going to continue losing blocks for your entertainment." He chuckled, pretending to wince.

You laugh at him, continuing other managerial duties and walking away.

Kuroo watched you walk away, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. There was a certain charm to your sarcastic banter and the way you effortlessly kept him in check. He found himself appreciating your no-nonsense attitude and your keen eye for the team, even if you did enjoy teasing him relentlessly.

At the end of practice yoy wait for him and kenma and drive the three of you home, having turned 18 a little prior and living right next door to kuroo and kenma. Kuroo had a habit of riding shotgun in the front, leaving Kenma to sit in the back of your small car. Despite his usual banter, Kuroo uncharacteristically remained silent, his gaze fixed out the window.

You didn't pay much attention singing along and tapping your fingers as you drove.

Kuroo couldn't help but steal glances at you as you sang along to the music, your fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel. Despite the casual setting, he found himself unable to focus on anything but you. The normally talkative and quick-witted Kuroo was unusually quiet, his thoughts consumed by your presence.

Kuroo's expression softened as he listened to you sing. There was something about the way your voice filled the car, blending seamlessly with the music, that stirred something within him lust, no. Love, maybe closer. The lyrics seemed to resonate with him, but he quickly brushed off the thought, chalking it up to his overactive imagination.

Meanwhile, Kenma's gaze flicked between you and Kuroo as he took notice of the subtle change in Kuroo's demeanor. Aware of his growing feelings for you as kuroo hadn't shut up about it for the past 6 months.

As you drive, Kuroo relaxes in the passenger seat, stealing glances at you from time to time. The atmosphere in the car is comfortable, filled with playful banter and the sound of music playing softly in the background.

Before long, you arrive back at your neighborhood, the familiar surroundings bringing a sense of comfort.

As Kenma bid his goodnight and headed inside, Kuroo lingered for a moment. He leaned against the car, a thoughtful expression on his face. There was something on his mind, and he seemed to be contemplating his next words.

"Did you want to study for the practice test tommorow, for math?" You ask, wanting desperately to spend more time with him.

Kuroo snapped out of his thoughts and nodded. "Right, the practice test. Yeah, I was planning on doing a bit of studying." He stifled a yawn, the exhaustion of practice finally catching up to him.

"What like you'd need it?" You joke "you have near perfect grades, I don't know how you manage"

Kuroo chuckled at your comment, a hint of pride in his voice. "Well, I guess you could say I have a natural affinity for academics. But even geniuses need to study sometimes, you know?" he teased.

"Well I need your help with mine" you respond.

Kuroo's smirk deepened as he nodded in agreement. "Of course, I'd be happy to help you with your studies. When's the practice test, by the way?" he asked.

You ponder "Third class? I think."

Kuroo hummed in acknowledgment, his mind already shifting into tutor mode. "Alright, so we have a bit of time to review. Any particular areas you're struggling with?"

I unlock the door and take off my shoes "maybe the stuff from yesterday?"

Kuroo followed suit, taking off his shoes as well. "Yesterday, huh? That means we should focus on polynomial operations and factoring. No biggie." He took a seat at the dining table, pulling out his notes.

I smile and take a seat next to him, with my own notes out.

Kuroo smiled back at you, appreciating your enthusiasm. "Alright, first things first. Let's review the basics of polynomial operations. Do you remember how to add and subtract polynomials?"

"Uh.."

Kuroo chuckled lightly at your hesitation. "Don't worry, it's normal to forget sometimes. Let's start with the basics. Do you remember what polynomials are?"

The two of you go over notes, while his are organised and colour coded, contrasting your scribbles. You can't help but stare a little as he explains, his hands as he writes and his focused expression. Kuroo noticed you staring, but he didn't say anything. In fact, he found it kind of... cute? But he brushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. As he continued explaining the concepts, his hands moved effortlessly across the page, illustrating various examples and equations.

Occasionally, Kuroo would glance up at you, gauging your understanding.

Although you were subosedly focused on learning you happened to slowly get closer whenever the opertunity arrived. You had studied together often but opted to move closer than usual. Kuroo noticed the subtle shift in atmosphere, but he remained focused on the material. He could feel your breath faintly against his shoulder as you leaned in, and he found himself trying to maintain his composure. As the study session progressed, Kuroo would occasionally glance at you, noticing the distance between you gradually shrinking. It was a subtle but significant change in your dynamic.

"I think I get it" you say starting your own equations.

Kuroo watched you work through the equations, a hint of satisfaction on his face. "That's great! It looks like you're getting the hang of it."

He leaned back in his chair, studying your technique. His gaze lingered on your focused expression, the way your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration. This was his chance to observe you up close.

You turrn your page to him "like this?"

Kuroo nodded approvingly as he looked at your work. "Yes, exactly like that. You've got the concept down."

He couldn't help but notice how close you were now. Your faces were only a few inches apart, and he could easily count your eyelashes if he wanted to. Kuroo tried to keep his composure, but the proximity was sending his thoughts into overdrive.

You put your book down and stay turned to him.

Kuroo noticed the shift in your focus, and as you turned to face him, he couldn't help but lean in a bit closer. His heart skipped a beat as you made eye contact, your gaze holding his own.

"You seem to be a quick learner," he said, his voice lowering to a soft tone. "I guess we can move on to factoring now, huh?"

"We don't have to rush to it" you hint, trying not to back down from being so close.

Kuroo caught the hint in your words, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Is that so?" he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know we have a test tomorrow, right? Maybe we should focus on studying..."

Despite his attempts to keep the conversation centered on academics, Kuroo couldn't ignore the tension building between you. He leaned in a little closer, his gaze never wavering from yours.

"Practice test." You correct.

Kuroo chuckled softly at the correction, his smirk widening. "Right, practice test."

He mirrored your movement, closing the distance between you even further. Kuroo's gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips and back, his mind blank, unable to think of anything but you. After months of him not making the first move you lean in to kiss him, cautious but soft.

Kuroo was taken aback by the unexpected gesture, but it only took a moment for him to melt into the kiss. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch warm and tender. The room seemed to fade away as he lost himself in the moment, his heart racing as he reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor.

You put one hand on his arm and the other on his knee.

Kuroo's breath caught in his throat as your touch sent an electric thrill through his body. The feeling of your hand on his arm and knee grounded him, igniting a fire within that he hadn't expected. He deepened the kiss, his free hand finding its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer.

Despite the awkward position, the passion between you and Kuroo was palpable. The table was a hindrance, but it didn't discourage either of you.

Kuroo shifted, his body angled towards you as he continued to kiss you with an increasing intensity. His hand moved from your back to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.

Kuroo's fingers gently glided across your hair, his touch gentle and tender. He let out a soft sigh, his breath tickling your skin as he deepened the kiss, his other hand moving to cup your face, craving the closeness and intimacy.

You break the kiss to stand, grabbing his hand to lead him to your couch.

Kuroo's hand gripped yours tighter as he followed you with anticipation. He stumbled slightly, his focus solely on you and the intoxicating mix of emotions clouding his thoughts.

Once seated, Kuroo leaned back, pulling you onto his lap. His hands settled on your thighs, the proximity and touch making him nervous, as he kept himself composed.

You kissed him deeply, loosley grabbing onto his messy hair.

Kuroo's breath hitched as you deepened the kiss in such a way. He groaned softly. His hands slid along your thighs, gripping and kneeding the soft plush of your legs.The line between pleasure and restraint was thinning, and Kuroo could feel himself wanting to move, aching for some kind of stimulation. Pushing yourself closer you run your hands along his arms and chest.

Kuroo's body responded to your touch, his muscles flexing involuntarily under your fingers. He inhaled sharply as your touch sent jolts of pleasure through his skin. He pulled you impossibly closer, his hands roaming over the curves of your body, desperate to feel more of you.

You let his hands touch your ass, back and thighs lightly grinding down experimentally.

Kuroo's hands skimmed over your body, exploring your every contour with feverish urgency. The sensation of your grinding against his lap was almost too much to bear. He let out a low, guttural moan, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly tongues fighting for dominance.

You take this as encouragement to grind down properly letting out a quiet moan of your own into his mouth.

The sound of your moan was like a bolt of lightning down Kuroo's spine. His breathing became ragged, his chest heaving with desire as he gripped hips and ass, squeezing and feeling as if he'd never get another chance and wanted to engrave it into his memory. He lifted you up a bit, allowing you to grind against him more rhythmically, his lips finding your neck. Kuroo pressed heated kisses along the sensitive skin, his tongue darting out to taste you.

"Tetsu" you sigh knowing his first name as a nickname would be nice to hear.

Kuroo's heart raced at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. He'd never heard it in such an intimate context, and the way you said it sent a wave of desire coursing through him.

"Yes?" he responded, his voice low, his hands continuing to explore your body, committing every curve and contour to memory.

Kuroo's gaze darkened as he watched you reach for the edge of his shirt, his heart pounding against his ribcage. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and he nodded wordlessly, silently granting you permission.

Kuroo's skin was warm and smooth, the fabric of his shirt slowly revealing a toned, fit physique, the two of you feeling quite thankful for his years of volleyball training. He couldn't help but smile at your nervousness, finding it endearing. He watched as you lifted his shirt, the anticipation thick in the air. As the shirt passed his head, he shook his head, his usual messy hair becoming even more disheveled.

You stopped grinding for a moment to feel his upper body and really appreciate it.

Kuroo let out a soft groan as your fingers explored his chest and abs, gently tracing the curves and dips of his toned physique. He savored the feeling, his own hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer, after you had parted to see him properly. Kuroo's breath was heavy with desire, his eyes fixed on yours, entranced by the look of fascination on your face.

You lean back in to kiss him continuing your earlier ministrations, grinding lightly.

Kuroo responded passionately, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest. The feeling of your body against his sent a wave of heat through him, as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking yours with an almost desperate fervor. His hands roamed over your back, exploring the curves and dips of your body, his touch growing more urgent with every moment, desperate but not wanting to push beyond what you are so easily allowing.

You take a moment to break the kiss to kiss his neck, mirroring how he did to you. Kuroo's breath hitched as you began to trail kisses along his neck, the sensation sending electricity through his veins. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, holding you in place as his head canted to the side, granting you better access.

Kuroo's hands trailed upward along your ribs, his touch leaving a trail of heat on your skin as they rested just below your chest in line with the wire of your bra. He held his breath feeling the rise and fall of your chest, the rapid rhythm mirroring his own excitement as you nod to give permission to his silent plea.

Kuroo's hands moved to your chest, his touch gentle yet desperate. He cupped your breasts, his fingers gripping you through the fabric, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation. He squeezed gently, his thumbs grazing over the sensitive peaks, his eyes fixated on your face, watching your every reaction. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and going straight to your throbbing pussy.

You smile nervously grabbing one of his hands and moving it to the button of your shirt, far too nervous to use words, but too horny not to try.

Kuroo's hand trembled ever so slightly as you guided it to the button of your shirt. His gaze flicked from your face to the button and back, anticipation and desire warring within him.

Kuroo's fingers trembled imperceptibly as he slowly undid the buttons of your shirt, his touch tender yet filled with a growing urgency. As each button came undone, more and more of your skin was revealed to him, and he could feel the blood rush down. He let out a shaky breath, his gaze tracing every inch of newly exposed flesh, relishing the sight of you bared before him.

With a dazed expression he took in the sight of your chest, the soft fullness contained within the lacy black bra. It was even more beautiful than he had imagined all those nights with his cock in his fist, so desperately imagining it was you. His hands instinctively moved to touch you, his fingertips tracing over the lacy material, teasing and exploring. As he touched you, Kuroo could feel the heat rising between your bodies, the growing intensity of the moment sending his mind into a spiral.

You finished taking your shirt off your shoulder and dropping it on the floor by the couch.

Kuroo wouldn't dare move his gaze away from the sight of you, your body almost bare to him except for the black bra and skirt. His hands continued to explore your exposed skin, his touch growing more urgent and demanding. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the desire growing within him, and he leaned in, nuzzling your neck as his lips grazed your skin. Nipping down a little.

You let out a soft gasp grabbing onto his broad shoulders.

Kuroo's ears filled with the sound of your soft moan, and he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural groan in response. The sound drove him wild, his grip on your body tightening as he pressed his lips to your neck, his kisses growing more needy and hungry. He nipped at your skin, wanting more, craving the connection and closeness between you.

You feel up his arms as he does so grinding down lightly again. Kuroo's breath hitched as you pressed yourself against him, grinding down on his lap. He could feel his desire growing, his body reacting to your every move. His arms encircled you, holding you tightly, his grip firm yet desperate, as if he were afraid you might slip away. He nipped at your skin once more, his teeth grazing against your neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Kuroo's heart raced as you guided his hands to the clasp of your bra. He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on your face, uncertainty in his expression. He looked at you, his eyes seeking reassurance, before he slowly undid the clasp, his fingers trembling with anticipation. The anticipation of feeling your bare skin against his, of seeing more of you, was overwhelming.

Kuroo's eyes widened as he saw your chest before him, finally able to appreciate them in all their true glory. He had seen pictures of them mostly covered before, of course, glimpses of you in swimwear and tight clothing, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of your bare flesh before him now. Kuroo's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of you, every curve and contour of your body stirring something almost primal within him. Kuroo's thoughts were consumed by the desire to taste you, to savor every inch of your skin. He ached to feel your body against his, to explore with his touch, his tongue, and his eyes. The room seemed to grow hotter with each passing moment, his desire growing in intensity. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but his body was betraying him, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips despite being wet from kissing you moments prior. Kuroo's gaze lingered on your chest, he could feel your nervousness and he looked up to you. "You don't have to be nervous. You're perfect."

He looked back down and his hands were hungry, exploring your chest with a mixture of reverence and desire. His grip was firm yet tender, his fingers tracing every contour and curve of your breast. He couldn't help but grind up against you unintentionally moving his tip directly on your clit despite the layers between you. His body yearned for more, the friction between you eliciting a low moan from his lips. He was lost in the sensations, his thoughts consumed by a need for more and your pleased expression as you try your best to be quiet. "You're so sensitive," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck as you let out a moan in his ear.

Kuroo's breath hitched as you grinded against him, his body responding to your movements with a shiver of pleasure. He could feel the heat between you growing more intense, the friction driving him wild. He pulled you impossibly closers, wanting more, his hands roaming your body as if he couldn't get enough. "You feel so good," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. You knew by now he was taking advantage of his sweet deep voice, something you had not so jokingly said you liked.

Kuroo's body tingled at the feeling of your grip growing tighter, your fingers digging into his arms. He thrived on your reaction, your responses to his touch only fueling his desire. He loved the way you felt against him, the way he could feel your body responding to his every move. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your neck, "just like that."

You moan quietly "tetsu-u"

Kuroo's body shivered as you moaned his name, the sound sending a jolt of desire coursing through him. He liked the way his name sounded on your lips, the way it seemed to ignite something deep within him. "Say it again," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse with want.

"Mm- tetsu"

Kuroo felt a shiver run down his spine as you repeated his name, his desire growing with each repetition. "Again," he whispered, his voice laced with need. "Say it again. Say my name."

"Tetsu, tetsu, tetsu" you moan in his ear, aware by now he felt the same about your voice, evident by the twitch of his dick, each time his name rolled off your tongue.

Kuroo's body tingled with pleasure as you repeated his name over and over, the sound like a symphony in his ears. He was drowning in desire, his every cell crying out for more. "Yes, just like that," he breathed, his hands gripping you tightly. "Keep saying my name, just like that. Don't stop, baby."

Despite it only being dry humping you both felt quite sensitive with just the right amount of pressure "ah, tetsu, mm, please tetsu"

Kuroo's breath hitched in his chest as you continued to say his name, the sound sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the heat and ever so slight moisture between you growing even more intense, his mind consumed by desire. "Please what?" he asked, his voice somehow low and huskier than usual.

"I'm close"

Kuroo's heart raced as he heard your words, a wave of arousal washing over him. He could sense you edging closer to release, your body responding to him in the most delicious of ways.

"Tetsuro" you let your head push into his the crook between his neck and shoulder trying to finish yourself off through the clitoral stimulation he so kindly provided. Kuroo relished the feeling of your head tucked into him, the weight of your body against him. He could feel you straining, edging closer to release, and he held onto you tighter, his hands gripping your hips. "Just a little more," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "You're doing so well. You're almost there, baby. Just hold on for me."

You moan a little more "fuck tetsu please, tetsu please let me cum"

You grip onto him tight, focusing on achieving your orgasm as he touched you so desperately trying to achieve his own. Before slowly slowing down due to overstimulated having achieved it, the feeling of your body trembling against him driving him wild. He savored the moment, relishing in the sensations coursing through him. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You did so well, baby."

You hold onto him with arms wrapped around his neck hiding youe face, despite such bold actions previously.

He wrapped his own arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. He could feel the heat of your breath against his neck, and he smiled, enjoying the closeness between you. "You're so adorable," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate. "All tired out, huh?" He teased.

You let out a soft "mm" in agreement, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your back. He could feel the exhaustion in your body, and he relished the warmth of your closeness. "You did so well, baby," he murmured again, his voice filled with pride and affection. "You're amazing."

You sit there for a minute or two before lifting your head smiling a little. Kuroo's heart skipped a beat at this, he found himself mesmerized by the sight of your smile, and he couldn't help but smile back, his own expression soft and affectionate. "There's that smile," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. "You're even more beautiful when you smile."

You smile a little more letting him be sweet to you. His heart swelled as your smile grew bigger upon hearing the compliment. He loved being able to make you smile, to see the expression of joy on your face. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch soft and tender. "You're adorable," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "I could look at that smile forever."

You smile a little wider despite your slightly dishevelled appearance, you knew it was a little cringry but when a man that fine says it you can't find it in you to care.

Kuroo's gaze ran over your, and he found himself admiring the way you looked after your intimate encounter. Your hair was slightly tousled, your clothes, or well skirt, disheveled, and he found you even more attractive in this state. He couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with affection. "You look incredible," he said, his voice filled with admiration and desire. "I love seeing you like this."

Although almost incapable of speaking due to the previous orgasm yoy mustered out a quiet "thank you".

Kuroo's heart skipped a beat as he heard your soft "thank you". He knew that you were still recovering from the intensity of your climax, and the sound of your voice, hushed and breathless, only added to his own desire. "You're welcome, baby," he murmured, his voice tender and filled with affection. "You were incredible, absolutely incredible."

You smile before looking down and realising he is still hard "but what about you?"

Kuroo could feel the hardness and throb of his own arousal, the intense need ti resolve it, but he shook his head gently. "Don't worry about me," he said, his voice filled with reassurance as his hands ran up your arms. "I'm fine. I just... want to focus on you right now, baby."

"But I want to help" you bargain.

Kuroo's heart skipped a beat as you expressed your desire to help. He couldn't help but find your selflessness endearing. He could feel himself growing even harder at the thought of you touching him, but he held back, not wanting to put too much pressure on you, not wanting you to think he is selfish. "No, no, it's fine," he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of restraint. "Really, I'm fine. Just... Just let me take care of you."

You seem a little discouraged "I want to take care of you too"

Kuroo couldn't help but feel a jolt of desire as you pouted, a playful glimmer in your eyes. He found your insistence on taking care of him endearing, but he couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt. "You're so sweet, baby," he murmured, his voice slightly strained. "But... I don't want to put too much pressure on you. I'm fine, really."

"It's not too much" you promise kissing him softly.

Kuroo melted against your kiss, his body responding to your soft touch. He could feel the sincerity in your words, and he knew that you truly wanted to take care of him. However, he couldn't help but feel a hint of concern. "Are you sure? I don't want to burden you or anything," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of self-consciousness.

"Burden?" You question in your usual teasing to e "I really want to"

Kuroo's heart swelled at the sincerity in your words. He could see the desire in your eyes, the way you truly wanted to take care of him, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of affection for you. "Alright," he murmured, his voice filled with surrender. "If you're certain, then... I won't stop you."

You touch his chest and lower abdomen slowly easing toward his waist band "I might not be very good at it because my arms get tired, but I'll try my best"

Kuroo's body tingled at your touch, his skin sensitive to your gentle touch as you moved toward his waist band. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and affection at your words. "Don't worry about it, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with reassurance. "I'm just happy that you're willing to try. That's all that matters to me." Kuroo inhaled sharply as you cupped him over his pants, his breath catching in his throat at the touch. He was already sensitive, and the feeling of your fingers gently stroking him only heightened his arousal. "Mmm... that feels good" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You smile a little encouraged by his voice and use one hand to slip it out of his shorts. Kuroo's head fell back against the pillow as a shudder of pleasure shot through his body. The feeling of your hand on his bare flesh made him feel vulnerable and exposed, but also intensely aroused. He let out a soft moan, his body trembling lightly as he spoke. "You're so good to me, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. Kuroo's watched as you spat on your hand to lubricate his erect member, the sound of it sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He let out a deep moan, his body shuddering at the sensation. The look of awe on your face only served to arouse him more, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and desire wash over him as he watched you trying to gauge how you felt.

"So big" you mutter, hand skilfully stoking up his pretty dick, twisting lightly at the pink mushroom tip.

Kuroo shivered at the sound of your words, the mixture of your touch and your admission causing his body to tingle with a mix of pleasure and affection. He let out a soft moan, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "You like what you see,?" he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

"Mhm" you pause "I do"

Kuroo's chest swelled with a mixture of affection and desire as you confirmed your enjoyment. His breathing grew heavier, his body trembling with need and desire. "You're doing so well, baby," he murmured, his voice low and full of praise. "You make me feel so good."

Kuroo couldn't help but notice your growing interest in his verbal praise, and he found himself eagerly leaning into the role of a praising partner. He knew it aroused you, and that made him feel a sense of power and control. "You're amazing, baby," he repeated, his voice growing huskier with each repetition. "So good for me, so perfect."

You continue jerking him off, "can I suck it tetsu?"

Kuroo's breath hitched at your question, his body quivering with anticipation as he looked down at you, his expression filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "Please," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Please, baby, I want you to."

Kuroo groaned softly as you placed a pillow on the ground, his hand gently guiding your hair out of the way as you leaned in to take a long, slow lick from the base to the tip. His body tense with anticipation and desire, his breath quickening with each passing moment. "So good, baby," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of huskiness as he watched you.

Kuroo let out a sharp gasp as you swirled your tongue around his sensitive tip, his body trembling with pleasure. He gently cupped you face, his hand gently guiding your head as you bobbed down, his gaze fixed on your every movement. "You're so good at that, baby," he murmured, his voice growing huskier and more shaky with desire

Kuroo's body shivered as you moaned and uninentionally gagged around him, his grip on your hair growing tighter as he tried to control the intensity of his need for you. He noticed the way your other hand disappeared under your skirt, and his heart rate rose, his breathing heavy and ragged.

Kuroo let out a low groan, his head falling back as he felt you take him deeper into your mouth. His body quivered with need, his need for release growing with each passing moment. "You look so good like this," he murmured, his voice growing deeper and huskier with every word. "So perfect, so beautiful, taking me so deeply."

You then take your hand to push on his hand resting on your head indicating you want him to move and push.

Catching on, Kuroo gently wrapped his hand around the back of your head, guiding you up and down his length, his other hand still tangled in your hair. He couldn't help but let out a low moan as he watched you take him deeper into your mouth, his own breathing growing shaky and urgent. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Kuroo continued to guide your head, his hand holding onto your hair as he moved you up and down his length. He could feel the tightness and heat of your mouth, the way you moved, the way you looked up at him using one hand to please yourself and the other to steady his dick you swallowed so sweetly. It was all overwhelming in the best possible way, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan, his mind consumed by the desire for release. "You're so good," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "So so good."

Kuroo's body shaked, lower abdomen tensing, grip on your hair tightening and head leaned back as you let him cum in your mouth. A string of moans escaping his lips as he felt the wave of pleasure wash over him. He could feel his self-control slipping as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and appreciation. He reached down to brush a strand of hair away from your face, the gesture surprisingly tender given the situation. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice low and ragged.

He watched in awe as you swallowed his cum, taking one of your hands out of your panties as the other let's go of his now soft dick to tuck it away. He could see the way you looked up at him and instinctively reached down to take the hand you withdrew from your panties. He pulled you back up, settling you onto his lap and holding you tight.

The silence was thick with the lingering tension, the aftershocks of his orgasm rendering him speechless.

Kuroo pulled you into a soft kiss, his lips meeting yours with a gentle tenderness. He could still taste himself on your lips, a subtle reminder of the intimate moment you had just shared. As he kissed you, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

You broke the kiss to lean against his shoulder and rest for a moment. Kuroo felt a sense of contentment as you leaned against him, your body fitting perfectly against his. He wrapped his arms around you, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your skin, the touch almost reverent. He could feel the fatigue in both of your bodies, but there was also a sense of satisfaction and connection that filled the air. Kuroo pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. "Feeling alright?" he murmured, his voice low and soft.

"Mhm, yeah, are you?"

Kuroo nodded in response, his embrace tightening gently around you. "Yeah," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Just... processing, I guess," he chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the skin of your back. "That was...intense."

Your still sensitive from early, still needy "I'm glad"

Kuroo's expression softened as he noticed the hint of neediness in your voice, and he was quick to respond, his hands roaming over your body gently, tenderly. "I know," he murmured, his tone filled with understanding and affection. "But you've done so well, baby. Let's just... take a moment, alright?"

"Mhm" you reply.

Kuroo's grip on you tightened slightly, his body relaxing as you settled comfortably on his lap. He enjoyed the feeling of having you close, the sense of connection between you both. "You're so warm," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"You're so nice" you compliment.

Kuroo chuckled softly, a hint of pride in his voice. "Nice, huh?" he echoed, his hands continuing to roam over your body, his touch gentle and affectionate. "Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is" you say kissing his temple.

Kuroo closed his eyes blissfully, relishing in the feeling of your kiss on his temple. He felt a wave of affection wash over him, and he couldn't help but smile softly at your words. "I'm glad," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're pretty damn nice yourself."

"Thank you, I'll take it as a compliment" you tease.

Kuroo chuckled softly at your words, amused by your playful tone. "Well, you should," he replied, his voice still huskier than usual. "I don't give compliments lightly, you know."

"Seem to have given me quite a few tonight" you joke.

Kuroo's lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, so you're keeping track, are you?" he teased, his gaze roaming over your face. "Well, I suppose you have been quite deserving of all those compliments."

You smile moving your face back to the crook of his neck.

Kuroo's smile widened at your out of character shy gesture, and he let out a soft chuckle. "there's no need to hide from me, you know," he murmured, his voice tinged with affection. "I like seeing your face, especially when it's all flushed like this."

You lean back letting him look at you, his gaze wandered over your features, taking in the flushed hue of your cheeks, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle even in the dim lighting. His expression softened with fondness, and he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and intimate. "Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes fixed on your face.

Kuroo's fingers lingered against your cheek, his touch feather-light and soothing. The sight of you blushing and leaning into his touch sent a wave of affection coursing through him, making his heart skip a beat. "You're getting shy now?" he teased, his voice soft and affectionate.

"No" you lie.

Kuroo let out a soft huff of laughter, aware that you were lying but finding your attempt at denial endearing. He caressed your cheek gently, his fingertips lightly tracing the lines of your face. "Oh really now?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Because if I remember correctly, you've been blushing almost nonstop since we started this little... activity."

"I'm just nervous" You correct.

Kuroo chuckled softly at your response, his gaze softening with understanding. He knew that you were nervous, and he couldn't help but find it adorable. He continued to stroke your cheek gently, his touch intended to soothe your nerves. "I understand," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "But trust me, there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just you and me here, alright?" You nod at this leaning into him.

Kuroo's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as you leaned into him. He could feel the tension in your body beginning to ease as he held you tightly, his body providing a comforting presence. Kuroo held you in his arms for a while longer, allowing himself to come back down from the intense sensations of his previous climax. His breathing gradually slowed and steadied, his body relaxing against the support of the couch pillow behind him. His focus shifted to the steady rhythm of your breathing, his fingers gently tracing circles on your skin as he simply enjoyed the feel of your body against his. Kuroo couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in your thighs, an indication of your still unsatisfied desire.

He let out a low, knowing chuckle, his hands gently roaming over the smoothness of your thighs. "Eager for more, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You guiltily look at him and nod getting used to his domineering demeanour. Kuroo's expression grew more serious, a hint of possessive desire in his gaze. He saw your guilt, but he also appreciated your growing comfort with the change in dynamic. His grip on your thighs grew firmer, his fingers tracing sensual patterns on your skin. "Don't feel guilty," he murmured, his voice a low command. "I like it when you're honest about what you want."

You seem hesitant, "I want to continue."

Kuroo noticed your hesitation, but he also saw the desire hiding behind your eyes. His grip on your thighs tightened ever so slightly, his voice firmer. "Good." His gaze was locked on you, filled with need. "Then let me take the lead, alright?"

After you nod in agreement ge repositioned you on his lap, his hands roaming up your bare thighs. "Lean against me," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding tone. "I want you close."

Kuroo's chest pressed against your back as you leaned against him, the contact between you growing more intimate and heated. His hands continued to roam over your thighs, the touch of his fingers growing bolder and more passionate. "That's it,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

Kuroo's fingers dug into the softness of your skin, his touch growing more possessive. "You're so sensitive," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. "I can feel your body reacting to my touch. It makes me want more, makes me want to see you squirm."

Kuroo could feel you grinding down on him, and his grip on your hips grew tighter. "Oh, you're eager," he whispered roughly, his mouth near your ear. "You like this, don't you? I can feel the way you're moving against me, desperate for more."

Kuroo's body shivered as your touch grazed over his shoulders, his muscles taut under your touch. "Mm, feels good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're so good to me, letting me take control like this."

"Please tetsu"

Kuroo's breathing grew slightly ragged at the sound of your broken plea. He gripped your hips tighter, his control slipping just a bit. "Please what, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice strained with need.

"I need more"

Kuroo let out a low, guttural groan as he heard your words, his control over himself slipping even further. "More, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You want me to take care of you, give you what you need?"

"Please tetsu"

Kuroo's voice grew hoarse with desire, his control hanging by a thread as he heard you plead for more. "Oh sweetheart, you're so desperate for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his body moving against yours, the proximity driving him wild.

You moan lightly in response "I need you to-" you seem embarrassed by the reqeust.

Kuroo's expression softened a bit at your embarrassed request. He knew you were hesitant to express yourself fully, but he also found it endearing. "You don't have to be shy," he reassured you, his voice a gentle but commanding tone. "Just tell me what you need, sweetheart. I'll take care of you."

"Could you eat me out?" You ask unsure if he will.

Kuroo inhaled sharply at your request, his grip on your thighs tightening. His eyes darkened with desire, and a predatory gleam danced in his gaze. "You want me to taste you, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice thick with need. "Is that what you're asking me?"

You nod.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice gravelly and thick with need. He shifted beneath you, his hands maneuvering your body. "I've been wanting to taste you for so long."

You now sit on the couch with legs spread letting him kneel in front, enjoying his praises.

Kuroo couldn't help the smirk that danced across his lips as he knelt before you. His gaze wandered over your bare thighs, his pupils darkening with desire. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "So soft, so vulnerable. All mine to taste." He says kissing the inside of your knee, gently caressing you.

His fingers grazed the hem of your skirt, his touch light and teasing. "We'll have to take care of these first, won't we?" he murmured, his gaze locked on your thighs as his fingers toyed with your skirt's hem.

You assisted him in removing my skirt and shorts leaving you in black panties. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from them, his fingers tracing over the delicate fabric. "You're trying to kill me, wearing this," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. Tired of teasing and ready for some kind of stimulation you whine "tetsu."

Kuroo tore his gaze away from your panties and looked up at your face. "Don't look away from me," he said, his voice firm. "I want to watch you. I want to see every expression on your beautiful face."

You respond by looking down at him.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. His fingers moved from the fabric of your panties, tracing up to the sensitive skin of your thigh. "You're being so obedient for me," he said, his gaze locked on your face, taking in every little expression you make.

You gently bite my lip in desperation with furrowed brows "please tetsu."

"Shhh," he said, moving his hand closer to your center. "You'll get what you want, sweetheart. Just be patient."

Kuroo's touch grew more confident as he felt you relax, his attention focused on your body's responses. He continued to move his hand over your sensitive skin, tracing patterns, and brushing against your center, slowly building up your anticipation.

Kuroo noticed the slight twitch of your hips and a knowing smirk played on his lips as he found your clit over your panties. "You're so sensitive, sweetheart."

You continue looking at him whining "tetsu."

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I'll take care of you. Just relax and let me make you feel good." He continued to tease your clit, his touch growing more confident and determined.

He reached for the band of your panties,lifting your hips to help him remove the blocking fabric, discarding them onto the floor. He couldn't take his eyes off your now bare flesh, his gaze hungry and filled with desire. "Gorgeous," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curves of your legs.

His eyes fixated on your most intimate parts. He could see how wet you were, and he let out a low, ragged moan. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his words dripping with desire. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to taste you."

"Then do" you bite back.

Kuroo couldn't resist your request any longer. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your skin, his eyes locked with yours. "You're so eager," he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "But it's my pleasure to savor you."

He lacks from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue against my clit and sucking it, continuing skilfully as you moan quietly, trying your best to keep looking at him.

Your moans of pleasure fill the air, and their sweet sound sent pulses of desire coursing through his core. Kuroo continued his movements, his tongue swirling and lapping at your sensitive flesh, his eyes locked onto your pleasure-ridden face. "You taste so good," he murmured against you, the vibrations of his voice adding an extra layer of sensation.

Kuroo feels your body tremble as he slips one finger inside your pussy, his movement slow and steady as he curled it in a come hither motion. He can feel your walls clenching tightly around his finger, and he couldn't help but moan against you, the taste of you on his tongue driving him wild with desire. Kuroo continues his ministrations, his touch growing more possessive and hungry with

You moan "so good" gripping onto his hair in attempt to steady yourself as he devours you like a man starved, savouring you like a last meal on death row.

Kuroo's grip on your thigh tightens, his eyes locked onto your face as he hears you moan. The feel of your fingers in his hair, the sound of your voice, it all only fuelled further his desire to make you feel good. As his tongue danced over your folds, he couldn't help but be more persistent, wanting to draw out more of those delicious sounds from you. His finger curled inside of you, rubbing against your walls in a steady rhythm in sync.

You eventually cum, on his face legs shaking head tilted back moaning out his name, in utter bliss. As he pulled away from you, his face glistening with your release. His breaths were heavy, his chest heaving, but he couldn't help but give you a crooked smirk. "Looks like you enjoyed yourself," he murmured, his voice gravelly with desire. "I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart."

You sigh and take a moment to breath weakly putting your hand up with my index finger extended to indicate you needed a minute.

Kuroo chuckled softly, admiring your adorable yet exhausted state. "Take your time, sweetheart." he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You look so cute like this, all spent and trying to catch your breath."

Yoy hum in agreement and when you finally relax you look at him again.

Kuroo watched you intently, his gaze filled with affection and desire. "Feeling better?" he asked, his voice a low, rough grumble. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your trembling thigh, the touch light and teasing.

You nod lightly.

Kuroo smiled, satisfied with your response. He continued to gently caress your trembling thighs, his touch growing firmer and more possessive. "You did so well, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice filled with pride. "You're so beautiful, so delicious."

"Can we.." you ask "can we continue."

Kuroo smirked at your request, his gaze growing darker with desire. "Of course, sweetheart," he replied, his voice low and rough. "Anything you want."

You try your best to get up off the couch still shakey.

Kuroo couldn't help but chuckle softly at your unsteady movement, his hand reaching out to steady you. "Careful there," he murmured, his touch firm and supportive. "You've had quite the time, haven't you? I might've tired you out a little too much, it seems."

"No I can take it" you say steadying yourself and leading the two of you to your bedroom.

Kuroo couldn't help but smirk at your determination. "Confident, are we?" he chuckled, following you into your bedroom.

As he had already seen your bedroom before he slowly leans you down onto your bed hovering over and leaning down to kiss you once more. Kuroo's lips move against yours with a passionate intensity, his body pinning you against the bed. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, wanting to devour you.

You taste youe slick in your mouth moving your hand down to his dick to take it out of his pants "please tetsu"

Kuroo groaned heavily as you touch him, his body tensing involuntarily. "Impatient, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. "You want me that bad, hm?"

"Mhm" you agree not bothering to play coy "tetsu please fuck me"

Kuroo's control unravels at your words, his body growing taut with need as he hears the desire in your voice. "Such filthy words from such a sweetheart," he breathes, his gaze darkening with undeniable arousal. "You want me to make you mine, sweetheart? You want me to take you right here, right now?"

"I do" you say stroking him, spitting on my hand and preparing his for entry. Kuroo moans at your touch, his body trembling with need. He couldn't resist any longer, not with desire coursing through his veins. "God, you're so eager," he murmurs, his voice a low "I can't hold back any longer."

With his dick wet and ready he slides it along you slit and along yoyr clit, teasing before gently pushing in.

Kuroo moans softly, closing his eyes and relishing in the intimate connection of his body with yours. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice filled with both love and desire.

Kuroo's movement starts slow and gentle, allowing you to adjust his size. His breath hitches and he gently kisses your forehead, his gaze burning into yours. "You okay, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice filled with concern and need. You nod moaning quietly.

Kuroo holds himself above you, his body trembling with need. His pace quickens, his thrusts growing more needy and desperate. As he moves, he looks down at you, his gaze filled with love and lust. Kuroo's muscles flex under your fingertips, the feel of your nails against the skin of his back skin only driving him further. His pace grows more erratic, his breath ragged and ragged. "You're so good, so perfect," he whispers, his words a mix of praise and worship.

" so- o oh bigg" you moan broken in his ear.

Kuroo's breath hitches at your moan, his body trembling with desire. He could feel the intensity of your pleasure, and it drove him wild. "You like it, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. "You like how it feels, having me inside of you?"

You let out an agreeing moan. Trying to keep up with his now brutal and pleasurable pace.

"You're taking me so well, sweetheart" he murmurs, his words filled with desire and need. He can feel himself growing even more aroused as he watches you, his body shaking with need. "You're so beautiful, so perfect for me."

"Keep tal-king" you moan holding onto him.

Kuroo's breath hitches at your words, a low moan escaping his lips. "You like that, huh? You like me talking to you like this?" he murmurs, his words teasing and filled with arousal. "You're so sensitive, so receptive to my voice."

With each thrust you let out an 'ah' moan.

Kuroo's body tightens at the sound of your moans, his breath ragged and ragged. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispers, his words thick with desire. "I could listen to you moan all night long."

"Tetsu" you repeat like a prayer after each thrust letting your nails scratch his toned back.

Kuroo's breath quickens, his body trembling with each scratch of your nails. "Yes sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice ragged and filled with need. Kuroo's pace quickens, his thrusts growing more and more urgent. "Say it again," he whispers, his words both a command and a plea.

You continue pleading his name as he wets his thumb moving it down to your clit.

Kuroo's eyes darken as he watches you, his gaze burning into your soul. He moves his thumb in a circular motion, the pressure just right. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "That's it sweetheart," he whispers, his words ragged with need. "Say it louder. I want to hear you."

You continue the mantra of his name eyes rolled back, letting your pussy clamp down and tighten around his thick dick.

Kuroo moans as he feels you tighten around him, his body trembling with need. His thrusts grow more urgent as he reaches down and grabs your hip, gripping it tightly as he continues to move inside you. "Fuuuuck, you feel so good," he gasps out, his voice low and rough. "I can't get enough of you like this, all needy and desperate for me." He reaches up and grabs your chin, making you look up at him. "You're so beautiful, you know that? So perfect for me."

You say nothing in response to fucked out for ceherant thought. His body trembles with the need to let go, but he restrains himself, wanting to prolong this moment. He leans down, his mouth covering yours in a rough kiss. "I love the way you respond to me," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with need. "The way you say my name."

"Tetsu tetsu tetsu, keep going, don't stop I'm so close" you break out.

He feels your body tighten as you say his name, your voice sending shivers down his spine. "I can't stop, sweetheart," he whispers, his words ragged and thick with need. "But I need you to tell me something first. Look at me. Look into my eyes and say my name again."

"So good tetsu, so good" I moan face contorted in pleasure.

Kuroo can't help but react, his body reacting to your words. "You're so perfect," he murmurs, his words a mixture of praise and need. He picks up the pace, his hips thrusting harder, wanting to push you over the edge. "Look at me sweetheart. I want to see your face when you come."

You repeatedly tell him not to stop, moaning his name like a broken record.

Kuroo's body shudders at the sound of your moans, his mind consumed by the need to make you come, and let go. "That's it sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice ragged and rough. "Let me hear you." He shifts a little, hitting a deeper, more sensitive spot inside of you, wanting to push you to the edge. "Say my name. I want to hear you say it again and again."

"Tetsu, tetsu, testu, tetsu, tetsu" repeating his name like a prayer. Kuroo can't help but feel his body tremble as you moan his name again and again, it's drives him wild with need. "That's it," he whispers, his voice ragged and rough. "Say it. Don't stop. Never stop."

"Tetsu, tetsu, tetsu, tetsu, Fuck, ah, te-ts- u" I moan nearing an orgasm.

Kuroo can feel you getting closer, your impending orgasm driving him insane. He knows he's close too, his body on the brink. "Just a little more sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin, his words a low, ragged rasp. "Say my name again for me. I need to hear you say it."

You continue as you cum, legs shaking arched back pussy dripping as your nails dig into him for dear life.

Kuroo watches with satisfaction as you moan his name uncontrollably, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to move against you. He enjoys seeing the effect he has on you, the way your body responds to his touch.

Kuroo sees your hand on his chest and understands the gesture, stopping his movements, but he is still shaking in need. He looks at you, waiting for you to do something, anything.

You sigh out in bliss relaxed taking a moment before you continue as to prevent overstimulation. Kuroo watches you closely, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before continuing. He continues to hold himself over you, his body trembling with need and anticipation. He can't wait, but he knows he needs to give you time to recover.

You look down realising he hasn't finished "just keep going till you finish."

Kuroo nods, realizing that he hasn't come yet. "Are you sure you're alright for more, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice tinged with concern as well as desire. He doesn't want to push you too far, but he can't ignore the need that is coursing through his body.

You nod slowly "mhm, just sensitive."

Kuroo nods, understanding your sensitivity. "I'll be gentle then, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice softening with tenderness. He slowly resumes his movements, being careful to be gentle with you. Oh was it sensitive. Oh could you feel every thust and ridge even more than before.

You let him continue as he started to get a little rougher as he reached his own high, forgetting to continue to gauge your reaction. Lucky for him it felt just as great for you.

His thrusts become erratic, his breath growing ragged. He keeps his gaze locked onto you, watching your reactions. "Sweetheart," he pants, his voice thick with need, "Can you take it?"

By now you can only respond in gibberish moans, incapable of forming words but seeming to agree to whatever this request meant. Kuroo's body shivers with need as he sees how much of an effect he has on you, making you completely incoherent. "You look so pretty like this," he murmurs, his words coming out in ragged breaths. He picks up the pace, his movements needy and desperate. "All mine, all mine."

Kuroo gasps loudly as he finds his release, his body trembling with pleasure. He collapses onto you, his breathing ragged and labored. "Sweetheart, you did so good," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. He nuzzles into your neck, taking in the scent of your skin.

Kuroo let out a low, contented sigh as you run your fingers through his hair, the gesture soothing and tender. He lets his full weight rest on you, relishing in the intimacy of the moment. He moves in impossibly closer, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, slight sweat sitting between the two of you.

You lie there for a moment finding it hard to ignore a certain concern "I should pee, I don't want a uti."

Kuroo chuckles weakly, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," he murmurs, reluctantly lifting himself off you. He stands weakly, offering his hand to you. "Come on, let's get up."

He watches as you make it to the bathroom, while he goes to fetch you some water. Meeting you in the kitchen moments later and placing the two cups on the counter.

Kuroo wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his body. He relishes the feeling of your body against his, the intimacy of the moment bringing him a sense of comfort and security. He rubs your back gently, his touch tender and affectionate.

I enjoy this "you should let Ur parents know Ur sleeping over"

Kuroo nods, realizing that he should inform his parents who had by now assumed you studied late again "Yeah, you're right," he murmurs, his hand still gently rubbing your back. "I'll go give them a call real quick."

Kuroo notices your gaze and takes a look at the time, his eyes widening in surprise. "Damn, it's already midnight? A text should suffice then" he mutters, a note of disbelief in his voice. "We've been here for quite a while, haven't we?"

"Oh my god, and we haven't even had dinner" You worry.

Kuroo snorts amusedly, shaking his head. "You're right. We probably should've had some food before, huh?" he murmurs, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "But honestly, who could've paid attention to food when we were too busy with... other things."

You smile at his attitude "so corny"

Kuroo pretends to be offended, placing a hand on his chest in an exaggerated show of hurt. "Hey, that's not corny! That's just me being charming, sweetheart," he retorts, his expression quickly morphing into a sly smirk.

"You got me there" I retort, "let's get something to eat

Kuroo chuckles, conceding to your suggestion. "Alright, alright. Let's get some food," he agrees, giving your shoulder a light squeeze.

Kuroo's expression softens as he notices your lingering fatigue. "Of course," he says gently. "You sit down and rest. I'll heat up the leftovers for us."

You sit down at the table we were previously studying at and wait for your food as Kuroo busies himself in the kitchen. After a short while, he brings over two plates, each holding your favourite leftovers. He sets one in front of you and takes a seat opposite you, eyeing your tired form with a hint of amusement. "Looks like I really wore you out, huh?" he teases, a sly grin playing at the corners of his lips.

"I suppose" you say looking at your dinner instead of him

Kuroo chuckles softly, a mix of amusement and affection in his gaze. "You're acting shy all of a sudden, huh?" he teases, reaching across the table to gently nudge your foot with his under the table. "Don't be all coy now, ____"

"I'm not" you look back up at him, before pausing contemplating.

Kuroo raises an eyebrow curiously, sensing you have something on your mind. "What is it?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. "You look like you want to ask something."

"Can this, does this, mean we're you know." You worry yet again.

Kuroo can't help but smirk as he realizes what you're asking. He takes a bite of his meal, savoring the taste before responding. "Are you asking if we're officially a thing now?" he teases, his voice low and knowing.

"Yeah" you say sincerely "I'd like us to be, if you would too."

Kuroo's smirk softens into a soft smile, his gaze softening as he looks at you. "Of course I do," he affirms, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want that too."

You ean down to eat and Kuroo follows suit. The room fell quiet for a moment as you both focus on your food. He occasionally glances at you, noticing the way the dim lighting accentuates your features. He finds himself appreciating the subtle nuances of your presence, the way your hair falls across your face, how tousled it is after your activities, your graceful movements, everything. He wouldn't normally condone staying up the night of a test, but for you? He'd allow it.

HOPE THIS WAS ALRIGHT!!!!!

[ochacoca]

BOYFRIEND TEXTS | t. kuroo

IN WHICH you go through texts with your academic weapon boyfriend as an academic victim partner

©OCHACOCA 2025 | please do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other platforms!

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[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[sugarwarachan]

kuroo x praise PLS AND TYYY MY LIEGE

YOU ART WELCOME MY HUMBLE SERVANT I HOPE I SERVE THEE WELL

18+

middle-aged dilf kuroo who cannot believe he bagged someone like you and constantly lets you know it.

does it at the worst possible times, too (on purpose). whenever you're in public, he loves to lean in and compliment you on something completely inappropriate "ass looks good enough to eat, baby" before kissing away the startled but pleased smile on your face.

the habit obviously follows its way into your bedroom.

he's eating your pussy from behind, moaning into your slick folds as your throat bobs up and down on his cock.

"you've really got the best pussy, baby, you know that?" two fingers, spread you open; kuroo smirks, watching your hole flutter and clench. "this wet just from sucking off some dude old enough to be your father."

he licks a stripe up your center, circling back to tongue at your asshole in the way that makes you grip the sheets and moan around his cock. he thrusts up into your throat at the sensation.

"so perfect," he breathes into your cunt, barely keeping himself from cumming all over your face. he pulls your ass back and stuffs his face into your pussy, slurping at your clit while his hands rock your hips forward.

when you pull off his cock, he knows you're close.

"tetsu," you pant, thighs trembling around his head. "it feels too tight, like something's coming. it's - ah! tetsu!"

he wishes you could see his fucked-out grin when your juices fill his mouth, but he'll tell you all about it later.

[taintedtort]

" LET‘S GET DIRTY! "

summary. things you do that turn them on

characters. hinata, kenma, kyotani, kuroo, nishinoya

warnings. afab!reader i think, post!timeskip, NSFW!!

a/n. i’ve been gone for soooo long im sorry!!

link to pt2 and pt3

☆ — HINATA

☆ he goes nuts when you wear anything that exposes your thighs. not really sure why, but he just loves them, especially if they’re on the bigger side. if you’re sitting next to him, he’s got his hand on your thigh, subtly squeezing it every now and then. easiest way to get him riled up is to wear some shorts that cling to you in all the right places. he‘s got his face between them in seconds, begging you to suffocate him.

"cmon… squeeze harder, baby."

☆ — KENMA

☆ it gets him really worked up whenever you kiss his neck, especially the back. it sends prickles over his skin every time. it’s such a casual thing, and he’s honestly embarrassed over the effect it has on him.

☆ he also loves when you spend his money on something nice for yourself (lingerie). it makes him feel nice, especially if you model for him. and of course he has to show his appreciation by dicking you down and ripping up said lingerie, spewing promises of buying you some new sets.

"mmh— shush, i’ll get you a new one."

☆ — KYOTANI

☆ loves biting. it started when you had playfully nipped at his bicep, all innocent and cute. after that, he couldn’t get enough. he’d never outright admit that to you though, so he always tries to fuck you so hard that you have to bite into his shoulder to muffle your loud noises. you’re met with a delighted groan from him each time you do it, and it doesn’t take you long to catch on. you don’t tease him about it, of course, but you do make an effort to bite him more during sex… and sometimes outside of it too ;)

"fuck! jus' like that…"

☆ — KUROO

☆ absolutely adores the noises you make. he especially enjoys the little whimpers you let out when you’re riding him, trying your hardest to keep a good pace as your thighs get more and more tired. you beg and plead for him to just flip you over, but he likes watching you get all whiny. but don’t worry, he’ll eventually give in when your slow pace starts to drive him crazy.

"giving up already? cmon, you can keep going."

☆ — NISHINOYA

☆ he likes when you initiate. it’s usually him that comes to you, but sometimes you surprise him by getting all needy, and it’s the biggest turn on in the world for him. sex like that is always quick and rough, both of you coated in sweat and panting by the end of it. he just can’t help it, though! he’d be a bad boyfriend if he didn’t immediately pounce on you and give you what you so desperately need.

"you’re so naughty, babe…"