#kuroo tetsurou x fem reader | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

pparadiselost · 6 months ago

Text

dressed to kill.

various (hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou) x fem reader haikyuu men and the lingerie/costumes they like to see on you. warning(s): nsfw dividers: cafekitsune. minors do not interact.

HINATA SHOYO + BABYDOLLS

hinata shoyo is not a picky man.

he’s a great boyfriend, someone who wants you to feel confident in your own skin and show off your own style. he always hypes you up no matter what you’re wearing, and the fact that he’s genuine about every compliment he gives you only adds to how much of a sweet lover he is.

but if there is one singular thing that he would get on his hands and knees to beg you to wear is nothing more than a babydoll lingerie dress.

something about them just has him going wild. it’s like he can’t think straight anymore, his usually quick brain fried into a horny hum of nothingness when he imagines you all dolled up in the sheer material. his rationale goes straight out the window and his cock takes the wheel, throbbing and aching and needing to get his hands all over your body as soon as possible.

maybe it’s how innocent it makes you look, the fabric flaring around your hips and covering the upper part of your thighs, leaving your bare legs to tease his imagination. maybe it’s how the upper half hugs your body so snugly, the thin cloth barely covering your tits and your nipples poking through if he stares hard enough. it’s really all in the balance, making your beauty shine while leaving just enough to have his imagination wandering.

it’s almost embarrassing how often he’s jerked off to this fantasy. all of his characteristic sunny swagger is gone when he buys you your first dress and asks you to wear it, sounding more like a teenage boy about to lose his virginity rather than your energetic boyfriend. but it’s like a switch flips in his brain the very second you agree, and without a chance for you to reconsider, he throws you down in bed.

he shoves his face right in between your legs, and his mouth goes straight to where he’s been itching to be throughout this whole ordeal. the translucent material of your lingerie drapes over his head like a veil as he presses hungry kisses to your pussy. he swirls the broad of his tongue over your pulsing hole, loving the way you suck in a sharp breath and shudder. he’s going to make sure to do you right, to fuck you right, for indulging him so well.

“fuck- you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he laughs against your cunt, sounding like a man starved. he might as well be, with how messily he’s eating you out. he smacks his lips, the wet sound of your juices coating his tongue and lips echoing throughout your shared bedroom. “shit- you’re fucking perfect… my pretty girl, being so good for me.”

you unconsciously clench your thighs around his head when he sucks on your clit. heat shoots all throughout your belly, and you’re sure you’re going to ruin the sheets with how much your pussy’s leaking. he takes turns toying with your puffy clit and teasing the outline of your hole until you’re begging incoherently for him to just do something to you already. your pussy can’t take being teased like this.

“fuck me! please fuck me, shoyo-,” you’re almost sobbing, the hem of your babydoll scrunched up in shoyo’s hands as he grips at your thighs to keep them pried apart. it leaves your exposed cunt at his complete mercy, and even thinking about that fact on its own has your walls throbbing and clenching painfully on itself. “anything- your tongue, fingers, cock- anything! please- need you inside me so bad, sho…”

“don’t worry.” he presses a quick kiss to your clit, the shaky moan you reward with him like honey to his ears. “i’ll get there. but fuck… you look so pretty… i want to take my time with you.”

you’re sure he’s going to leave bruises on your thighs from how hard he’s gripping you, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh. but everything about him is so arousing, and you’re equally as drunk off of him as he is to you. shoyo thinks he’s died and gone to whatever version of heaven there might be. placebo effect be damned, he swears on his life that your pussy tastes so much sweeter whenever he eats you out while you’re wearing your dress.

“got yourself all pretty for me, didn’t you? you knew that i would like this, that i’d want to fuck you senseless after seeing you in it. was that your plan from the start?” hinata asks breathlessly. he swallows back more of your slick, and his cock keens inside of his pants, his tip sticky and swollen and wanting literally any form of attention. but he can push that aside for now. now, he wants to enjoy the sight laid out before him, of your already fucked out face and your body covered in the delicate lace and sheer fabric he’s dreamt of, legs spread out the way he likes it and pussy drooling for no one but him.

knowing that you put this on for him, that you dressed up for him, that you wanted to look good for him makes his dick so hard that it hurts. he promises to himself that he’s going to buy out some poor lingerie store’s entire stock just to see you in different colors and materials, and he’s going to fuck your brains out in each and every single one of them until you’re sick of even the letter ‘b’ in babydoll.

“gonna make you cum on my tongue, yeah? love making you fall apart on my mouth,” he breathes against your cunt. he chuckles when he can feel you clenching up around his tongue, flicking at your hole and making your toes curl. “gonna fuck you on my cock after that then, doll. that sound good to you? gonna make you cum and squirt so you know just how badly all of this gets to me.”

this is going to become a bad habit of his, more addictive than anything else he could imagine, only making his obsession with everything that has to do with you so much worse.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO + ANYTHING WITH WHITE LACE

as much as kageyama tobio hates to admit it, he undeniably has a bit of a romantic streak. his love for volleyball, his dedication to bettering himself, his constant search for the one that continues to challenge him to unseen heights: it all points to the unending ache in his heart that searches for someone to be by his side.

only a part of that desire gets quenched when he falls for you. you were his first, and he’s determined to make you his last. it’s only logical, in his mind, that seeing you in white is enough to awaken something like a sleeper agent inside of him. it makes you think of the day you’ll be decked from head to toe in a beautiful white dress and a lacy white veil, and he’ll stare at you as if he’s falling in love all over again, barely holding back his tears as he waits for you to meet him at the altar.

it’s not his fault that he wants to make that dream a reality so badly. you can feel the way kageyama stiffens and struggles to meet your eyes whenever you wear white around him, be it anything from a simple pajama t-shirt to something more formal. it drives him wild, and it makes him want to eat you up, to pin you down and drink up the sight of you in that pretty color, to let whatever restraint left inside of him go completely.

it takes him a surprisingly long time for him to actually bring the idea of lingerie to you. it becomes a bit of a guilty secret of his. he buys all sorts of pretty, lacy white bras, crotchless panties, and matching sets, only to get shy and hide it away in his closet. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but he wonders if he’s ramping things up too quickly, if his love might become smothering to you.

but if anything, you’re worse than he is. you’re more than happy to don whatever piece he sheepishly offers up to you, and seeing you baring yourself up to him in the lingerie he could only fantasize about makes his throat close up. blood rushes to his cock, hardening almost too quickly for him to process, and his dick feels like it’s about to explode. he whines when you press up against him and coo something sweetly towards him. your hands rub against the bulge in his pants as you press your clothed tits against his chest, his cock twitches painfully when he notices the way the lace trim moves with the plush flesh.

it’s bad. he begs you to ride him, to take his cock so he can see your entire body covered in the lacy material that mimics bridalwear so temptingly. he likes hooking his fingers around the waistline of your panties just to feel the lace ride against his skin.

“so pretty- looks so good on you-,” he slurs as you buck your hips. you grin down at him, loving how fucked out and pussy drunk he looks, the way he cries out whenever you slide down his length and let his cock breach your tight hole. “gonna cum just from staring at you… fuck, you’re so fucking tight…!”

“do you like how i look?” you reach for his wrists, and kageyama feels like he’s going to die when you glide his large, calloused palms over the curve of your hips. he gropes at your figure, moaning loudly when he can feel the white fabric moving underneath his knuckles. you smile down at him, and you make sure to bounce your tits in his face to give your boyfriend a good show. “you wanted me to wear this for you, didn’t you?”

he nods frantically. his balls are straining against your ass, and your pussy won’t quit clenching up around him. he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he didn’t think you would take his thinly veiled fetish and turn it immediately against him. “you look good- look so, so good- wanna cum inside you…”

“yeah?” you repeat. you drag his hands up to your breasts, the white lace barely covering your hardened nipples. you groan his name when he touches you, his fingers pinching at your nipples and desperately squeezing at your tits. “you wanna cum inside of me while i’m wearing this? is that why you’re so hard right now? your cock’s so hard inside of me, tobio… feels so good when i ride it.”

he clenches his eyes shut at your praise, and satisfaction stirs deep inside of you when his cock twitches in your pussy. you speed up your pace a little bit, and his moans grow high-pitched, his hands gripping onto your chest to ground himself to no avail. heat blooms all over his body, and he can’t hold on much longer. your body feels too good. your pussy’s melting his dick, squeezing him into utter submission. knowing that you’re more than willing to let his lovesick fantasies play out makes him want to fuck his cock so deep and hard into you, to stuff his cum all up into your womb until it leaks out of you and drips down your thighs into a sticky mess.

you click your tongue down at him. “eyes open, tobio. you’re the one that wanted to see me in this lingerie… don’t tell me that you’re chickening out now.”

“don’t- don’t tease me-,” he pants, the ragged edge in his voice has the arousal in your gut churning. he glares up at you, and the hunger and barely concealed restraint in his eyes are almost palpable.

his hands drop from your chest down to your hips. he drags your hips up his swollen length and then forces you all the way down, snapping his hips up so that his whole, thick cock plows its way into you. red, hot electric pleasure shoots up your spine, and he manages to rip a strangled cry of his name out of you.

“is this what you wanted?” kageyama hisses. “i can play this game with you. don’t blame me if i end up knocking you up after all of this.”

TSUKISHIMA KEI + MAID COSTUMES

despite his uptight, holier-than-thou attitude he displays at times, tsukishima kei can’t deny the simpler pleasures of seeing his pretty girlfriend dressed up in a frilly maid costume with a short, short skirt. he is just a man, at the end of the day, and something about coming home after a long shift at the museum to see you greet him in the cute costume with your hair and makeup all done for him makes his body flush.

you’re so eager to shower him with attention, to help him unwind, to call him “sir” and “master kei” in that singsong voice of yours, and you prancing around in front of him and accidentally flashing him your dainty panties whenever the skirt bounces up too high is only the beginning.

part of him wants to shove the tiny skirt up to your waist and bending you over on the nearest surface to fuck you out on his cock, hearing you choke out his name just so he can shove his fingers into your mouth and scold you about not using the proper honorifics with him. another part of him wants to take his time with you, to feel you shudder as he slowly drags his lithe fingers up your thighs, unwrapping you like his own personal present, and making you suck him off while still fully dressed all so he can cum on your costume and hear you squeal about the mess he’s making.

it’s not like he’s pressed for time now that he’s done with work. there’s no need to pick between the two equally tempting options when he can just do both with you.

“what a messy maid i’ve got here… you’re drooling all over me. can’t take it?” a big hand tugs at your hair, surprisingly gentle despite the harsh edge to his words. you’re struggling to fit more of tsukishima’s long cock into your mouth without using your hands, tied behind your back with a white bow that matches the rest of the decorations on your maid costume.

you swallow around him. your mouth feels so full with his length, his girth already making you struggle to wrap your lips around him fully. you like it though, you like testing your limits like this, the warm tightness of your mouth and throat serving to pleasure tsukishima the best you can. after all, a maid’s job is to live for whatever her master wants, isn’t it?

you gag slightly on his dick when tsukishima tries to push you down a bit deeper. saliva dots the edges of your lips and coats his throbbing length. you mimic the motion of sex the best you can, bobbing your head up and down as much of him as you can possibly take. you flutter your eyelashes up at him sweetly, despite the fact that you’re blowing him off and looking more like a pornstar than you are a truly innocent maid. but it’s you, and that’s what matters more than anything else to tsukishima.

“there’s a good girl…,” he coos down at you, and the loose smirk hanging off of his lips makes your pussy throb. it’s always hard to tell when he’s genuinely praising you versus when he’s only pretending to, but it turns you on so badly to know that he’s the one in control of everything. you slobber shamelessly around him as you daydream about how good it would feel to take his thick cock inside of your pussy. he would stretch you out so good, and just the thought of cumming and creaming on his dick makes you drool that much harder around him, like a dog to a bone.

he keeps twitching and pulsing inside of your mouth, and you know he’s close from how he’s gripping your hair and his low groans. you want it. you want him to cum inside of your mouth, and you want to swallow it all. but he has other plans in mind, and despite how expertly you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and moan at the salty taste of his pre-cum spreading all over the inside of your cheeks and in the back of your throat, tsukishima refuses to give you the satisfaction of the heady taste of his semen flooding your mouth.

he yanks himself out of your mouth, and you whine, your throat and mouth deprived of him. you stick your tongue out, feeling like a kid with their toy stolen away, and you wiggle your hips unconsciously, arousal dripping from between your thighs and surely making a mess out of your thin panties.

“ah, ah, not so quick,” the blond laughs down at you breathlessly. you watch with deprived and enchanted eyes as he finishes himself off, denying yourself even the pleasure of drinking his cum, and you let out a pathetic whimper when he cums on you instead. his hot cum burns your skin, hot and sticky and heavy, and it goes all over your face, your skimpily clothed chest, into your hair, and enough to flood your senses.

you lick at your lips, the salty taste not quite enough to satisfy you completely. you need more, you want all of it inside your pussy, you’re not going to be happy with being teased and having your prize dangled in front of your eyes tantalizingly. tsukishima knows this, and he knows that a good maid should never get all needy in front of her master.

he grips your face as you try to wipe and collect his cum to lick off of your fingers. you look like a disaster, your costume now askew and his cum staining so much of your body.

“did you actually think you deserve my cum, sweetheart?” he asks, eyes narrowing slightly into a dark sneer. you barely suppress a shudder as his cock slowly hardens again, and it might just be your imagination but it looks thicker, longer, harder than it was mere minutes ago. he smiles mockingly at you as if he can detect your anticipation mixed with fear. “my messy maid… if you want it that badly, you’re going to have to work a little bit harder for it.”

KUROO TETSUROU + PLAYBOY BUNNY

kuroo tetsurou wasn’t always the silver-tongued, handsome man he is today. people always laugh when he recounts his younger days, especially when he was nothing more than a nerdy high schooler with horrible bedhead, an affinity for chemistry, and an incessant love for his school’s volleyball team. he doesn’t have too much trouble garnering attention nowadays, but there was a point in his life when all he had to quell his own confusing teenager hormones was a pile of trusty playboy magazines stashed discreetly underneath his bed.

it makes his cheeks prickle with embarrassment to think too long about the scantily dressed women in all of the pictures and pin-ups, worn out after years of use, but he’d be lying if he said seeing the models dressed up in the signature bunny custom didn’t do something to his adolescent mind. even though it’s so lewd, there’s something classy about the way the costume accentuates the figure and leaves just enough covered for the imagination.

it’s no wonder that that became his first pick when the idea of dressing up for him came up. and god, the sight of you shyly approaching him in the same costume that became such a staple in his heart makes him want to eat you up whole. nothing you do can cover yourself from his hawk-like eyes, and seeing you squirm and trying to hide under your hands or arms makes him want to turn you into a mess where you can’t hide any part of yourself from him.

“mmm… it fits you perfectly, doll,” a low voice rasps from behind you. kuroo’s thick thighs make the perfect seat for you, and your stomach does a flip when you can feel the tent in his pants rubbing up against your ass. the leather of the costume’s main piece does wonders to your body. they push up your tits perfectly, and that coupled with a pair of sensual black stockings, red bottom heels (which kuroo generously paid for which earned him a long lecture from you after you saw the price tag), and the cutest little bunny tail on your ass makes you the vision of a wet dream come true.

he grips your hips, big hands feeling up the curves of your waist and ass. he rocks you back and forth on his bulge, and you’re rewarded with a groan from somewhere deep in his throat when he feels the electric sparks of having his favorite girl grinding against his erection. you pick up the rhythm, rocking your hips against him, the act so desperate and so carnal despite the layers of clothing between the two of you.

“you have- hah- no fucking clue how long i’ve imagined you like this-,” kuroo chuckles. his big palms go from your waist up to your chest, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his calloused fingers hover over your tits. goosebumps dot your skin as he starts to slowly grope your chest, earning you yet another provocative moan from him when he keeps rutting into the soft flesh of your ass.

you bite down on your bottom lip, grinding down on him to stimulate your clit. it feels good, the dull blooms of pleasure doing wonders for the heat creeping all over your body. the idea of cumming untouched like this makes your head spin, and you want it more than anything else. you want your hole to become a leaking, cock-hungry mess all from dressing up in a lewd bunny costume for kuroo and from humping into each other like animals in heat. you know it’s going to make being fucked out his cock eventually feel that much better.

“please, tetsu-,” you whine, your nails digging into his forearms. your voice is high strung and strained, whiny and girly just the way he likes it best. “wanna cum- wanna cum for you… you feel so big already… wanna take your cock inside me too…!”

“yeah? you want that too? keep talking like that, and i’ll fucking lose it for real…,” he grunts. you yelp when he bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth marking up your unmarked skin and the sudden sting has your cunt clenching up painfully. the thrums of arousal thrashing in your core are all your mind can grip onto, and the shape of kuroo’s cock straining against his pants and grinding into your swollen clit makes your whole body feel weak.

you’re glad kuroo’s enjoying this so much, that he can prop your body up the way he wants you to. he’s so strong even in the midst of this sex-induced haze, and knowing that he has nothing but this kind of insane desire for you makes you feel almost giddy. it’s nice; it’s powerful to know that you have this effect on him.

“gonna cum for me, bunny? while you’re all dressed up and pretty in my lap?” kuroo laughs. you nod, the faux ears atop your head threatening to go askew. his hands massage at your chest, every part of your body egging him on constantly. he kisses over the bite marks he left on you, the switch between loving appreciation and starved lust telling you everything you need to know about how this whole thing with him is going to end.

it’s a no-brainer that he thinks you look absolutely ravishing in his favorite outfit, but he swears that the costume is gonna look even better when it’s all crumpled on the floor, your naked body bared all for him. you’re going to look so cute, so innocent, and so adorable bouncing in his lap as he pinches your nipples from behind, that teasing tone of his pushing you towards an unending series of orgasms. kuroo can’t wait to feel you fall apart in his arms, to feel your helpless pussy fucked out on his cock.

“that’s my girl,” he praises you, voice hushed and sultry. “my pretty, obedient bunny. cum all you want. gonna make sure that’s all you do for the next little while…”

if you enjoyed my writing and would like to show appreciation, you can do so by donating to these vetted gofundmes to help families!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #kuroo tetsurou #x reader #fem reader #my writing #house of solis occasum #i tried out a different writing format this time!! something more closer to headcanons (´･ᴗ･ ` ) i hope everyone enjoyed it!!#please let me know your thoughts! and if you'd potentially be interested in more hehe ( ´ ▿ ` )

608 notes · View notes

mrs-kodzuken · 2 months ago

Text

empty promise ⟢ kenma k.

synopsis: you notice that your boyfriend, kuroo, of almost three years has been acting strange lately. you confront him on it and then suddenly you’ve made the decision to leave him. luckily, your best friend is always there for you.

other: cheater!kuroo x fem!reader, best friend!kenma x fem!reader, angst, break up, little mention of ED, comfort, manipulation, gas-lighting, asshole!kuroo, best friend!kenma helping rebuild reader, therapy, best friend!kenma has loved reader since 4eva eventual fluff

"Kuroo, I know it’s happening again.” You sighed, knowing this wouldn't end well, just like last time didn't end well per say either. You stared at the man across from you in the kitchen decorated with picture frames of the both of you as he hovered in front of the fridge, probably wondering why you didn't cook tonight.

“What are you talking about?” He sounded snippy; his demeanor changed as he peered his sharp gaze back at you, immediately becoming defensive. His slick, black suit that he wore leaving for work this morning was hardly as neat as it was, adding on to your suspicion.

“You’re hiding something from me, I know it.” You finally got out, your heartbeat quickening as it usually did when you would have to confront your boyfriend of three years. It was upsetting that you would have this anxious-riddening feeling that made you sick everytime you defied him.

“Seriously? This again? You’re fucking kidding me,” He snapped, slamming the refrigerator door shut, into which you jumped at the loud, sudden noise—eyes widening.

“Yes, Kuroo, this again. I can't set it aside any longer; the feelings are tearing me apart.” You attempted to say, “I just want trust, and—and I feel like I’m not getting it from you,” You stammered, trying to reason with the man; his expression held anger as if he couldn't believe you felt this way, especially about him.

“There you go with your crazy talk; are you sure you’ve been talking with the therapist Y/n?” He accused you, the scoff apparent in his voice as he rolled his eyes.

Furrowing your brows, you couldn’t believe that he would ask something like that. “Yes, at every appointment, and sometimes I text—“ You were abruptly cut off, the anxiety ate away at you, making you chip your nail polish.

"I just think you’re being dramatic. Honestly, I think you’re the one who's making this relationship go without trust,” He hammered in on his accusations. The kitchen light flickered as a few beats of silence passed between you two.

The absolute quietude in the house was almost deafening. The living room TV wasn't on; no soft music, nothing. No noise except the small buzzing from the refrigerator that you have always, always hated.

You took a deep breath and tried to collect your thoughts, you followed the steps your therapist gave you for moments like this.

“Kuroo, where were you tonight? You’re home extremely later than you said.” You purse your lips, wanting to know, but the ache in your stomach was becoming too much. At this point, it hurt to love him, to question him. You knew what he would say, you could probably even guess the exact words that would come out of his mouth.

His taller frame stood across the kitchen; the usual loving eyes now turned cold and hard and it was all directed at you.

“At the office, I was working.” He snarled, “Oh, you think I’m fucking someone at my job now, huh?” He raised his voice, your eyes widening at the thoughts your mind crept to, but you wanted to discuss it first. Wanted to calmly talk about it, this is what your therapist told you to do.

“No, Kuroo, I don’t think anything; I didn’t say anything like that. "All I said was that I had a feeling and I wanted to talk with you about it.” This is what your therapist had specifically told you to do; you could feel the crease between your eyebrows becoming more apparent with every sharp word Kuroo said.

“Oh yeah, because I’m totally cheating on you. I told you that last time would never happen again; why are you having these ‘feelings’?” He rudely said, as if you didn't notice the signs.

The late nights, the alcohol on his breath, the lack of physical intimacy with you, the ruffled, messy state of his clothes and hair. It was painfully obvious at this point. You felt ashamed for not saying something sooner.

“..There was just one night where you came home smelling like another woman and I—I just don’t know Kuroo. I wanted to make sure that last time wasn’t happening again.” You averted your gaze, not being able to stand the hatred in your boyfriend's eyes. You felt small against his larger frame and even larger, hurtful words.

“Ha! Isn’t that something? You’re probably cheating on me with how much you work from home.” He dryly chuckled, throwing accusations as if they were sharpened knives now.

“Kuroo, why aren’t you listening? You saying things like that hurt me, you know? I've been faithful since we agreed to be in this relationship. I'm just worried that history is repeating itself.” You try to get his attention back on the topic; he just wasn't listening to you.

You could feel your eyes starting to water, the buildup of arguing, the ache in your stomach, and the painful incriminations he was throwing. It was beyond hurtful, it ached.

“You’re delusional if you think you smelled another woman on me. There was no one at the office; nothing has happened since last April; nothing.” The bellowing of his voice was meant to try and beckon you to listen to him. And you were finally silent; you knew your pathetic voice would waver if you said something, anything right now.

You watched Tetsuro open a bottle of alcohol, not caring that he just openly hurt your feelings without any regard to how you might actually feel and didn’t try to console you either.

Opening your mouth to try and say something to reason with him, you couldn’t even say a singular syllable.

“Just fucking drop it,” He muttered before trying to slide past you into the cupboard to find something to eat.

"I’m leaving you.” Your voice harrowingly got out, and you glared at the floor, hating that you got dealt these shitty cards. You carefully took off the promise ring that you now realize was nothing more than just an empty promise and set it on the cold counter.

"Fine, you'll realize that you're the problem. The toxic, insecure, crazy one and then come crawling back to me,” He said without a hint of remorse; you knew though. You knew that he wasn't your caring, sweet, helpful boyfriend anymore; he was someone's. And you damn sure were not going to fight for him.

You watched as he left the house through the back door; you didn’t bother to check Life360 as you probably knew where he was going. You were right, unfortunately yet again.

Not being able to take the heartbreak, you decided to pack. You wanted to leave this home; you wished Kuroo made you happy like he did in the beginning of the relationship, but instead all he does is make you stressed and upset.

You gather your at-home work supplies, main toiletries, important documents, sentimentals, and clothes to last you three whole weeks. You could replace everything else; hell, you were a working woman, not some rando he could kick to the street to make you fend for yourself.

You figured he’d clear out the rest of your things before he invited his new girl here.

You carefully put your personal belongings in your car before leaving the key to the house under the front door mat. You decided to take a few minutes to give yourself a cry; you needed it. Your entire life of what you thought you knew was completely destroyed within thirty minutes; you had to cry or else you wouldn't be okay.

When you pulled out of the driveway, you called Kenma from your car. Kenma has been your best friend since college; he actually introduced you and Kuroo to each other.

And look how that turned out. Although, you had hardly spoken to him in a few because Kuroo cut off your contact with anyone that wasn’t him—mostly any male.

Once the dialing ended, Kenma picked up. You tried to gather what to say in a few short moments, watching the streetlamps pass you by as you drove.

“Can I stay at your place for a few days?” You asked before he could ever say 'hello'. You cringed at your voice, which was raspy from the argument and the tears you shed.

“Oh, yeah, sure. What happened?" Concern laced Kenma's voice for you; he was always so observant of your emotional state. But then again, you did sound horrible right now.

“Kuroo cheated on me again; I left him this time; I should've—I just should’ve left the first instead.” You tried to keep it together and not have to pull over and cry about the situation.

There was silence over the phone for a few minutes except the small sniffles and clearing of your throat. "I’m sorry, Y/n. You deserve better than someone who easily breaks your heart like this.” You could tell that Kenma felt guilty because he was the one who set the both of you up on a date.

"I’m sorry that I’m going to crash at your place to get my life together; I know I’m a lot.” You sighed, parking in his driveway. His house was as huge as ever; living the rich life did suit him though.

“No, you’re not a lot. Things happen, and I’m glad I’m someone you can lean on.” He genuinely reassured you, peeking out of the living room curtains and seeing your headlights, then ending the phone call.

You gathered your things and headed inside to Kenma's house, not having been here in a couple. It was just as admirable as the first time you were here.

“Were you just streaming right now?" You called in the house curiously; you could hear gaming sounds in the background of the phone call, they were much too familiar to listen to.

Kenma came from around the corner of the kitchen; he was in his typical comfortable merch that he made. His hair was pulled back, and he had a bowl of curry in his hand.

He paused, taking your form just like you did to him, except he was wary of your blotchy face and red eyes.

"..Yeah—yeah, I was. But don’t feel bad; I was supposed to get something to eat anyway.” He half smiled at you, a small crinkle in his eyes.

“You can make yourself comfortable in any room in the house; I'm going to finish my stream. If you need me, you know where to find me.” He turned away from you with a glance that you didn't see as you got familiar with his home again.

“Thanks, Ken,” You mumbled as he was already gone. You were going straight for the room that has always brought you comfort—Kenma's bedroom.

Collapsing on his fluffy bed was the highlight of your night, letting the feelings of the breakup wash over you. You knew that it would be something you'd bring up with your therapist this week; she would help you and talk you through your mind process like she always did.

Your eyes wandered as you controlled your breathing, grounding yourself with the distant memory that you last had about Kenma's room. It was always your safe space back then. You sighed and rolled over onto your back.

After lounging around and letting your emotions process thoroughly, you finally got up, the heartache from the past few hours still fresh.

"I didn’t expect you would pick my room, but that’s okay. It brings back memories of our sleepovers.” Kenma's voice rang out, opening his black-painted bedroom door, effectively startling you, which made you jump.

You regained your posture and gave a small, worried smile. “Are you sure? I can leave. Sorry, this just, just brings me comfort, you know?” You softly smiled, gazing around the room that you both would always share.

Back then, if Kenma hadn't introduced you to Kuroo, you would have probably confessed to him. The thought made your eyes widen a bit, and you blinked it to the back of your mind because anything else could come of it.

He leaned on the door frame and said, "No, it’s okay for you to stay. Were you about to sleep or something?” He raised a brow, not knowing that you planned to sleep with him. Nevertheless, he didn't care because, after all, he's missed you.

You winced, not fond of the idea of sleep right now. “Not really. I know I shouldn’t mess up my sleep schedule like this, but life kind of got in the way." You dryly chuckled, gathering your comfortable clothes that you would usually sleep in at your now-old home.

You sighed with despair, not being able to keep it in. The silence only egged you on as Kenma waited, his gaze only on you.

"I just keep feeling sorry for myself. How I should’ve been stronger to leave instead of being so lenient with him cheating on me so easily.” You were getting teary-eyed again, hating the situation you could've left from but didn't.

A soothing voice and an even more soothing hand surrounded your senses, trying to calm you. “That's normal. You thought you could trust again, so you tried it, and he proved you wrong. It just shows that you both weren’t compatible, a shitty thing for me to say, but I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you; you know me.” You could even hear the smile in his voice at that last part.

However, you were oblivious to the painstakingly ache in his posture due to the guilt of him putting you through that.

“Yeah, I do. Thank you for always being honest with me. I really appreciate it, Kenma. It means a lot. You’re practically the only person I trust—to always give me the truth.” You paused at that bit, realizing how awfully true it was.

“Always. I don't think I’d lie about anything; I don’t really see a point in it.” Kenma pondered out loud before going to light a few candles and turn on a warm-colored lamp for you since you’d be in here.

“Don’t worry about finding someplace to go yet. It’s okay for you to recuperate from life for a few days first.” He finished, his kindness for you glaringly obvious, but that's all you took it for, was kindness. You nodded, physically there but mentally not.

“What are you doing?” Broke you out of your trance-like state; staring at a computer screen for hours on end didn't do your eyesight any good.

“Working..” You mumbled out, knowing he was able to scold you about this. You never stayed up late to do work, to party, to drink, anything. You felt like you were boring and this was a way to combat it, especially with you feeling guilty for yourself.

“Why? You’ve had like three hours of sleep; I thought you were going to recuperate from life.” Kenma asked, he had noticed that you were knocked out earlier. He came into his room to check up on you, but you were sound asleep, peacefully. Knowing you were finally safe from harm in any way made him feel good inside.

"I tried; it didn’t work.” You turned back to your screen, wheeling around in Kenma’s office chair. You didn’t bother pretending like you didn’t know what you could and could not touch or act new with him.

“Have you thought about trying harder?” He snorted, but he genuinely cared about your wellbeing right now. He flicked on the above light, it was better than nothing right now, he also cared about your eyes.

"I’m only joking Y/n. want me to stay here with you or at least bring you something?” You saw his reflection on the screen, being able to notice his change of clothes now that you were sitting in complete darkness with the only light from your computer shining.

“No, I’m fine.” You said, earning yourself a squint from Kenma, not that you could see it as you were still typing away.

“You’ve been here at my house for almost eight hours and have yet to eat or drink something. Restricting your body from things like that as a poor coping mechanism isn’t healthy.” He scolded, being actually serious. Ironic how he learned that from his best friend in high school, however, Kenma wasn’t even sure he wanted to call Kuroo his best friend after what happened tonight.

"I—I know that, I wasn’t going to.” You stammered, trying to think of an excuse with him standing right there, taking a few small steps to further his point. “Okay, maybe I was going to, but now I obviously won’t.” You rolled your eyes, not bothering to lie to him.

"I’ll bring you something, and then we’ll see if you change your mind about working.” He patted your head like he used to, it brought you back to an easier life, a simpler life where you were actually happy and didn’t live your life anxiously.

Being with Kenma was like breathing, it was simple.

You didn’t feel insecure because you didn’t have make up on, or that you cried, or probably didn't look the best right now. Kenma wasn’t Kuroo, Kenma cared.

You knew he always had and probably always would. It was beyond palliating to know that Kenma cared about the important things like whether you were okay, if you had eaten or drank anything, if you needed someone to support you emotionally or help you vent.

He didn’t care about the other things like pressuring you to always look perfect or to stray out of your comfort zone for business parties with people who made you uncomfortable.

That brought you back to the present. “This, my god, this is so good Kenma. I'm stuffed.” You groaned at the last bite of the delicious meal Kenma made you. The pristine glass plates that Kenma knew you loved, he plated your food on that like he always used to do when you stayed over.

"I’m glad you like it. You can have the recipe if you want it.” He offered, sitting comfortably on the extra chair he pulled up so he could make sure you ate and finished the meal.

“That’d be perfect, thank you.” You smiled an actual happy smile, you loved when Kenma did things for you without you having to ask.

“How do you feel now?” He took your plate in his hands, standing up and wiping off the desk with your unused napkin. You watched him and yawned before responding.

“Kind of sleepy; I just want to lay down or something.” You mumbled, rubbing your sleepy eyes, your body finally going into relaxation after he had pulled you out of the state you were in.

“Told you.” Kenma pointedly said, “Go on, I’ll shut this stuff down for you.” He resisted the urge to kiss on your temple, watching your figure sleepy shuffle into the hallway.

“Thank you, Kennie.” You sleepily said before leaving, hoping he would come sleep with you too, you missed those nights. The gloamings you spent with him was comforting, you wished you didn’t trade that up for someone like Kuroo who hardly ever wanted to be away from work for you.

That night, you went to bed sound asleep. Unfortunately, Kenma couldn’t bring himself to

“You make me feel like my breakup wasn’t the end of the world.”

“That’s because it wasn’t the end of the world. How long have you gone without basic human decency?” Kenma asked you, already knowing the answer to that.

Between the last few days, Kenma’s been your listener, besides your therapist, to help you overcome your breakup. The way he has cared for you without expecting anything else in return was endearing, almost too endearing that it hurt your heart.

You knew your feelings by the end of the few days of staying at Kenma’s, the feelings that came back from when you both used to be close. However, even if he was ready for you, you weren’t for him. You had to go.

Moving the conversation along away from the awkwardness that surrounded you both, "I’m glad I got a therapist a while back because between you and her, I think I’ve helped myself a good amount from the breakup, and it’s only been almost two weeks.” You surprisingly said, grateful for the fact that you mentally checked out of the relationship a while ago but still needed to process it.

You continued, not watching Kenma but your phone to show him. “That reminds me; I’m going to start looking for apartments so I can be out of your hair soon. You’re amazing for letting me stay so long, Ken.” Smiling, you pushed the lit up screen towards his view, showing the apartments that were way nicer than you expected. It even had an elevator! You were fondly surprised at that.

As you kept raving about all these fancy apartments you found, occasionally scrolling through the apartment list to remember the details, you were interrupted abruptly by Kenma.

"You can stay." Was all he said, that’s when you finally looked at him. The room seemed to still as you met eye contact with him too, in his eyes…you could tell he didn’t want you to go.

He wasn’t ready for you to leave after he finally just got you back. Unable to eventually stop you from going, he had to tell you how he felt about you leaving.

You were speechless when it came to responding to him. Of course, you wanted to stay but it would go against what you planned, however you knew what you would say. Besides, you haven’t even put a payment in for the apartment number yet.

Kenma scratched the back of his neck, a random habit he never got rid of when you were around. "If you'd like, it's nice to have you around more often." The tenderness in his eyes was just so familiar now to you that you just had to accept his offer.

Living with your best friend who you may have a slight simmering crush for, knowing that it was requited too wasn’t the worst idea. Quite frankly, it seemed like one of the better options at this point.

And so, you happily agreed, you finally got the taste of comfort again and you desperately wanted to keep it. Your mind felt at peace, not racing with horrid thoughts all the time about whether or not Kenma had ill will towards you. You loved, and needed, your best friend because the nights he brought you were everything you lacked without him.

The warmth from the lamps that he turned on every evening as soon as the sun went down because he knew you loved them. Kenma would always light a small candle or two before you both got comfortable on the bed that you now sleep in with him. He even kept your Nintendo switch that he bought for you because you expressed interest in it once.

You always wondered where it went too, however, nights with Kenma dwelled on animal crossing and your favorite sweet treat. You didn’t have to worry about restricting yourself to no end because you were told to keep your shape up.

Looking up from your switch, you watched Kenma’s concentrated face, loving the little details you could see up close, especially his blue light glasses. You also adored how he kept his hair long, sporadically putting it in a pony.

The face framing pieces of hair, that you now play with every so often, were your favorite.

“Ken…thank you, for letting me come back into your life. I wish I never left.” You paused, letting him hold eye contact with you.

“It was worth it though, because now I know.” You hinted, but didn’t say anything else. Relishing in the fact that Kenma’s response was purely just to pull you closer to him.

a/n: requests are open! hope you like & this is all my work <3

235 notes · View notes

spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 1 month ago

Text

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 - 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

— — —

Ft Knotting, aquarium|enclosure, Teeth + Claws, tentacles, cunnilingus, sexual tentacle usage, light bondage(ish??), belly bulge, creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Haikyuu or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 6,309

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes human/non-human romance/sex, Tentacles, no use of Y/n, 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: y’all ready for one tentacle-y boi? HOLY SHIT, I KEEP GETTING CARRIED AWAY,, Why is it the Mers that are getting the highest word counts??? 😭😭

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 2; 𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖔: So I have had A Thought™️ and I wanted to get y’all’s opinion. How would all you lovelies feel about a book centred around the concept of ‘If He Cheats, Fuck His Dad’ in the future, like I did for Enji? It won’t be exhibitionism but it will have some voyeurism if that catches your fancy, like when Shouto walked in. I have the concept kinda figured out but I wanted to know if that would interest some of you guys. Let me know if that’s something y’all would be interested in, lovelies!

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

— — —

You readjusted your wetsuit again because they didn’t have your exact size so you had to improvise with what they had, and so it clung to your body so tightly it left practically nothing to the imagination. You supposed it didn’t really matter, so long as it wasn’t actually uncomfortable, since you’d only be surrounded by animals for the rest of the day. Even so, you felt just a tad.. exposed.

It was a ‘No Kids Day’ that the Aquarium held once every month. They called it that but it usually spanned about a week and it was all of July with about a week cushioning each the start and end of the month as that’s most commonly the animals’ Mating seasons. They don’t want to make parents explain ‘what’s the thing sticking out of the animal’ or ‘why are they clumped together like that’. You figured that very few, if any people would show up since it was mainly Kids that enjoyed the Aquarium.

Because they didn’t have your size, they didn’t want to risk a lack of mobility in your limbs, particularly your legs so they gave you a long arm bikini cut wetsuit which made it cling to your nether regions. The size was also tight enough that it made your chest feel like it was one too-fast movement from tearing right through it.

You had gotten a new job at the New Aquarium in Tokyo as the caretaker of one of their exotic animals. You heard it was some sort of Octopus or something, so it couldn’t be that hard since those are famously intelligent creatures. You thought back to what your new coworker had said just after you started your shift.

“Hey, newbie! You’re working with the new Rare Species Arrival, right? Well be careful, it’s the start of his mating season, so he might be a little… aggressive.” You weren’t too worried, though, I mean how hard could it be to fight off one little octopus should it try anything?

You got into the access room above the actual enclosure behind the wall of glass and froze for a moment. There was a man there, a shirtless one at that.

“U-uhm, excuse me! I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here, sir, this is for authorized personnel only.” You called out nervously, cheeks burning at the Adonis-like figure of whoever this man was. He seemed to perk up at your voice and turned around to look at you.

His face was also that of a god, with a chiseled jawline and naturally seductive piercing golden eyes that gazed directly into yours. He had a playful smirk on his face and the bit of hair falling into his face only seemed to add to how unbelievably attractive he was. His chest was fully on display and it was spectacular. He was built with lean muscle and tight muscles around his stomach that showed off deliciously sculpted abs.

“Hm? Do I not count as authorized personnel?” He asked in a teasing voice and a tentacle rose up for him to rest his arm on to snugly prop his chin on his fist. Wait- a tentacle? Either that is one obedient Octopus or… This is a Mer!

“Y-you’re a..”

“A Mer? Yea. Did no one tell you?” He chuckled with a raised brow, clearly amused.

“Yea- I mean, no. No one told me… I thought I was just caring for a rare Octopus…” You stayed staring in bewilderment, you had never seen a Mer before outside of textbooks or low-quality YouTube videos— most of them claiming it was Cthulhu or The Kraken in the clickbait thumbnail.

“I mean, they’re technically not wrong,” He teased, shrugging with a smug and still very amused smirk. One of his tentacles came up to almost teasingly wave at you.

“Well.. I-uh I guess I’m your caretaker now…?” You said as you distractedly waved back.

“Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou.” He finally gave you a genuine smile as he introduced himself. Kuroo. Okay, you got this. You just have to act like you would taking care of a regular octopus. Well, plus interacting like a person.. I guess. Even if he is probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen…

“Uh-!” You rushed to give him your name when he arched a brow expectantly, “Nice to meet you.” You bowed in a hurry, realizing you had been standing there like an idiot for at least a full 30 seconds. He chuckled heartily and decided he’d make his way towards you. His demeanor made you feel like prey with a predator closing in, but you didn’t feel the instinctive need to run, rather something seemed to draw you in.

You’d seen octopi move before, it wasn’t anything new, but seeing the way this Octopus Mer moved seemed far more enticing than anything you had seen before. You saw the way the muscles moved differently than a normal Octopus since they had to hold up more weight and had to be firmer than the squishy wiggly ones for the squishy wiggly little floppy babies.

Seeing that you had no intentions to run, his smirk grew in satisfaction until he fully approached to rest right in front of you. His eyes seemed to almost devour you as he took in every bit of your body he could see, finding particular interest in your too-tight wetsuit.

“You didn’t know that I was a mer, you thought I was just a regular Octopus, yes?” He asked like he was simply looking for confirmation which you gave with a slow nod, “So if you thought you were caring for a regular Octopus… Does that mean that you’re some kind of freak with a tentacle fetish or something?” His tone was almost playful, not putting any malicious emphasis on the name he called you. It almost seemed like he was using it as a sort of term of endearment.

“What?” It shocked you out of your stupor anyways, dumbfounded that he would just call you names out of nowhere. But you figured out where ‘nowhere’ was when you saw his gaze still stuck on your suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Oh! Uh, no, they don’t have my proper size, they uh, need to order a new one so they gave me the next best thing… Which, apparently means tight enough that if my family ever saw me, granny would probably drop dead of a heart attack on the spot and my mother would be clutching her pearls so hard they’d break.” You chuckled, rambling and trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere with a joke. He chuckled as well, but the atmosphere didn’t change. His eyes were still dark and fixated on your body.

It was then that you remembered exactly what your co-worker had said and realized what she meant.

“Well be careful, it’s the start of his mating season, so he might be a little… aggressive.”

His mating season. And you had walked into his enclosure like a lamb to the slaughter with, albeit unintentionally, the most provocative clothing you could have worn. Your face flushed with heat and you reached your hand up to hold it in front of your chest, if only just to avert his attention before you combusted under his stare. Before you could reach up fully, though, a slimy appendage shot up and grabbed your wrist, not tightly enough to hurt, but enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to break free.

“You’re supposed to be my new caretaker, right?” His voice was deeper and huskier than before, it was heavier with want. Finally, his eyes flicked up from your chest to your face, looking directly into your eyes, “So why don’t you take care of me?” You instantly knew what he meant and the thought only added to the heat in your cheeks, feeling like you were practically on fire at that point.

The longer you stared into his eyes, the more flustered you got, so to save your sanity, you turned your head to look away from him bashfully.

Oh, boy, that only made it worse.

When you looked away, you turned your head towards the viewing area and met the eyes of what looked like a college student or fresh graduate. His eyes were wide as he watched the scene unfold. He was reasonably shocked, he likely didn’t expect to see an Octopus Mer getting frisky with his caretaker who was dressed like that was your job with your ass hanging out and your tits about to burst from your stretched taut top. It almost seemed like a bad porno plot; The Caretaker seducing her Charge. Even moreso with your ‘Charge’ being an Octopus Mer. Gods know just how much Tentacle Porn there was. It was certainly someone’s fantasy.

You hadn’t really thought it was yours but with the way your thighs clenched as you saw his tentacles writhing over each other you realised it was very much within the realm of possibilities. The stare of the spectator didn’t deter you as you looked back at the mer as such as you could bring yourself to. With a fiery blush heating your face, you nodded silently at him and his smirk only grew. It became far more predatory, like a fox about to catch the hare. Well. The aquatic version of that, you supposed.

The look didn’t set off the alarms that it probably should have since he could easily overpower you should he decide he wanted to. Rather it sent a jolt of arousal to the pit in your lower belly. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together and got lost in your gaze at his lips that slightly pulled back to reveal sharp teeth that just screamed danger. Again, no alarms where there likely should have been. He had such strength that he could have you pinned down in 2 seconds flat and keep you down without even breaking a sweat and claws and teeth that were sharp enough that he could probably tear or bite into your flesh like a knife through warm butter. The thought sent another shock of warmth to your belly and a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Glancing back to the viewing glass, you saw that more people had accumulated. They peered into the enclosure with interest and incredibly unabashed staring at your tits and ass. The attention flustered you and made you shrink into yourself just a bit before a clawed hand lifted to your chin. With delicate yet firm movements he guided you to look at him, his amber eyes pierced into you with an intensity that captivated you instantly.

“Don’t pay attention to them. You’re here to take care of me remember? Or do I have to take care of you first?” His voice dropped an octave as the hand on your chin shifted to hold your face, his hand wrapping around your jaw with your chin in the juncture of his thumb and index finger while his other hand slid over your waist to firmly grip your hip. His claws pricked the taut fabric just enough to tear small holes that became visible from the extreme stretch of the fabric that widened them. Your face erupted in a blush at his words and your reaction instantly brought a smirk to his face. “I’ll take that as a yes…” He rumbled, pleased, and picked you up like you weighed next to nothing and carried you to one of the shallower artificial tide pools towards the back of his enclosure, though still very much in view of the audience.

“W-wait- what are you-?” You were suddenly cut off by his clawed hands grabbing your tight suit, trying to find a way to pull it down before he realised that it was a one-piece suit. With an annoyed huff, he quickly thought up a solution when he saw the holes in the hip of the fabric and smirked. One of his sharp claws was instantly at the hem of the leg hole, carefully wiggling under it, making sure to not nick your skin. Once his finger was under the fabric, he slid it closer to the crotch of your suit. His warm finger brushed against the sensitive skin of your mound and made you shiver and quietly mewl, though he still seemed to hear it if the growing smirk on his lips was anything to go by. Once he reached just above your tingling cunt, his claw started to rip at the taut fabric, creating tears instantly.

With one quick tug, the fabric snaps like a rubber band cut by scissors, the instant slack causing the wetsuit to bunch up around your ribs. You gasped and shivered when the cold air suddenly met your wet heat. A deep chuckle brought your attention back to Kuroo’s face as he positioned himself between your spread thighs. His tentacles were spread out in the shallow pool under him, showing them off— whether that bit was intentional or not, you didn’t know, nor did you really care, it had the same effect either way— and the sight sent another little shock of arousal to your drippy cunt. Well, that answers that, I suppose.

His strong, clawed hands wrapped easily around your thighs and maneuvered them onto his shoulders to frame his face with a wicked glint in his eye. Without much warning other than the opening of his mouth, his sharp teeth glinted in the light and his long tongue lolled out of his lips and licked a long stripe up your cunt. The flat of his tongue against you and the long drag on your sensitive skin had your head thrown back immediately. A low, guttural moan left you and it seemed to encourage him further. Still with long licks— insanely, mind-numbingly long licks— his tongue flicked and lapped against you and swirled around your clit.

Your back arched off the very convincing fake rocks as he devoured you like you were his last meal. His ridiculously long tongue felt heavenly against your sensitive folds and added to the pleasure infinitely with the agonizingly long licks. A yelp was pulled from your chest and turned into a drawn-out moan when the tip of his tongue finally probed your entrance. The wet muscle wiggled and squirmed its way into your wet tunnel and thrust back and forth into you, going deeper each time.

You hadn’t gotten to see the full extent of his tongue but you could sure as hell feel it. The very tip of his tongue reached all the way to your cervix and teased around the muscle, even going so far as to lightly prod it. His eyes had been closed in satisfaction and gratification but they snapped open to stare at you and take in your reactions. Your moans reached a higher volume and pitch as the feeling and you could feel the smirk on his lips pressed against your heated skin. You would have scolded him and probably given him a good whack but your pleasure was far too overwhelming for you to truly think about fulfilling the action, much less actually moving to do so. Your thighs quivered with the urge to snap shut around his head but his hands quickly wrapped around them to hold them in place.

“Fuck- Kuroo- gods please!!” You didn’t know what you were begging for— reprieve or an orgasm, you weren’t sure— but he seemed to know. With a loud, lewd ‘slurp’ he finally pulled his tongue from deeper inside of you than had ever been reached before. A loud cry ripped through the air at the sudden feeling and his textured tongue scraping against all the sensitive nerves inside you. Before you could really believe he had given you respite his tongue was back to swirling around your clit and lapping at your folds with near desperation. Your body jolted off the faux-rock and hunched over his form, hands burying in his surprisingly soft and silky locks, automatically pushing his head further into you, mashing his mouth into your cunt, and adding pressure to the oversensitive skin. Your thighs burned at the stretch of being pressed fully into your torso but it didn’t matter when Kuroo was giving you pure bliss and sending you straight to Nirvana. His hands dug into your thighs, creating small pinpricks with his claws in the flesh and likely leaving hand-shaped bruises for you to display later.

Quickly, you were brought to the edge and unceremoniously hurled off of it, sending you hurdling into easily the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced up til that point. You nearly collapsed back against the faux rock before a chuckling Kuroo guided you safely to lay back, your chest heaving for breath.

“You alright?” Kuroo chuckled with his tantalizingly deep voice. All you could offer was a dazed ‘uh-huh’ through heavy breaths and after such insane stimulation it came out high-pitched and almost whiny. With another deep chuckle, Kuroo drags his hands up your inner thighs until they reach the creases where your thighs met your hips, thumbs on the part of your thighs next to your trembling heat. The fingers stroked over the skin and set your nerves alight with every touch.

“You ready for me now? I took care of you now you’ve gotta do your job and take care of me.” He rumbled as he pushed himself up your body with his extremities— the sound of the wet muscles writhing was downright pornographic with the lewd squelching. His breath fanned over your neck and just below your ear as he held himself up with strong arms caging you in on either side of your head. A shiver wracked through your body at the sound of his sexy voice in your ear and the feeling of his hard body pressed against yours, though the most tantalizing thing you could focus on was the feeling of the softer, slimier flesh below his waist at the base of his octopus half.

“Y-es..” Your voice trembled with lewd wanting and your response coaxed yet another chuckle from the mer.

“Good girl.” He purred into your ear while he dragged his sharp teeth against the skin of your neck. Before you could react, or really even know what was happening, Kuroo moved back away from you, though he didn’t stray far. You felt the cold, slimy sensation of tentacles inching up and around your body before they hoisted you up with incredible strength. His arms quickly replaced the tactile appendages and the sound of writhing tentacles returned as he brought you away from the shallow pool.

And towards the viewing area.

The large window came back into view and the crowd had remained. Mostly college students, you noticed, and yet they still reacted like horny teenagers with the tents in their pants or the rubbing together of their thighs. You didn’t have much room to talk, you supposed, as it took hardly more than a few whispered sensual words in your ear to get you dripping. Before you knew it Kuroo’s tentacles were sliding and winding back up your body — your legs and your middle— and holding you open in front of him as he rested back against another faux-rock in his enclosure. You looked down at him to see what he was doing and saw his hands reaching for your breasts. With large, clawed hands, he groped your chest and thumbed at your nipples through the fabric still pulled taut across your frame.

Quickly, he grew tired of the cloth barrier and carefully, as to not prick you or hurt you, dug his claws into the wetsuit between your breasts and easily tore it apart. With a loud ‘rip’ the fabric was no more and hung uselessly beside your chest, around your shoulders. He hummed with appreciation and went back to groping you. The feeling of his large hands enveloping your chest distracted you long enough, you didn’t notice another tentacle inching up your leg until it reached your cunt. It swirled around your clit like his tongue had and you yelled at the sudden sensation. You cursed loudly when yet another limb slid up your leg to prod at your entrance.

A shocked scream was pulled from your throat when it entered you, the tip already thicker than his tongue. You looked down and saw his smug expression and satisfaction glinting in his amber eyes. Looking further down— down past his toned stomach that had abs you wanted to worship— you saw he still had 3 tentacles planted on the ground to keep him stable while the other 5 were on your body. What caught your attention even more was the squirming appendage that almost looked like another tentacle, though considerably shorter than the rest. When a bead of a clear liquidy substance appeared at the tip and dripped down its length it wasn’t long before you realized what it was. His cock.

Your walls unconsciously clenched at the sight and subsequent realization and it coaxed a groan out of him as he felt your walls convulse around his tentacle that worked you open much like his tongue had. It thrust in little bits at a time, going deeper each time, and stretching you on the increasing thickness of the tapered appendage. You hadn’t realized you were moaning until a louder one was punched out of you when his hands moved to your hips to fuck his tentacle deeper into your cunt. The limb that still circled your clit sped up its ministrations and pushed you further to your second release. The intense feeling of eyes on you brought your gaze back to Kuroo’s face but his eyes were closed in bliss as he felt the tightness of your cunt around his thick extremity. With that realization, your head quickly swiveled to the side and saw nearly all of the gazes outside of the viewing glass trained on you and Kuroo and his movements and his tentacle thrusting into your sloppy cunt like a fucking sex machine.

Their eyes didn’t deter or disturb you as much as you would have thought. It spurred you on, even. With the newfound boldness, you began to move your hips against Kuroo and the appendages giving so much attention to your pussy and his eyes shot open. A cocky smirk resurfaced on his lips and his hands squeezed your hips before releasing them and returning to your chest while the limbs wrapped around your thighs and midsection tightened their grip to assist in pounding your pussy. His fingers toying with your nipples, the constant stimulation to your clit, and the tentacle ramming into you all combined in their pleasure and had your eyes rolling back as your tongue lolled out as Kuroo continues to fuck your brains out while your orgasm crashed over you. Your cunt gushed around the appendage that constantly re-stretched you with every thrust and slammed into the deepest parts of you that even his tongue hadn’t reached.

When your senses slightly returned to you, you let your head hang limply and looked down towards where the octopus mer was entering you over and over again and saw the way your tummy protruded every time the limb slammed back into you. The tentacle went so far into you each time you could feel it curl inside you as it slammed against the back of your cunt. The way it curled only served to create a larger protrusion and an even more explosive pleasure. He kept pounding you until your walls clamped around him again with another mind-numbing orgasm. Finally, he gave you a moment’s reprieve, forcing his limb deep into your depths and keeping it there. Your eyes rolled back and your body stiffened, legs straightening and toes curling, fists clenching and back arching, a silent scream never escaping your throat.

“Good girl. So good for me. Gotta get you all loose and relaxed so I don’t break you on my cock. Too badly, anyways.” Kuroo’s deep voice broke through the ringing in your ears and brought you back to reality. Your body fell limp in his hold, his tentacles around your thighs and middle and his hands still grasping and groping your chest being the only things holding you up.

“Think they’ve enjoyed the show so far? Think they’ll enjoy the next one even more?” He rumbled, shifting your and his bodies into a new position you couldn’t comprehend just yet. His words didn’t make sense at first, your brain still muddled from your consecutive mind-blowing orgasms, until he settled into the new position and you managed to lift your head from where it had fallen back onto his shoulder. Through your still-recuperating vision, you managed to make out the sight of the college students outside the viewing glass. Though you still couldn’t quite see right the coloured blobs movements spoke to hands palming their bulges or creating friction between clamped thighs. A surge of excitement went through you and sobered you right up.

Instantly, you recognized your position, your back to his chest, his hands gripping your legs and keeping them wide open— both for his access and to display you to your audience— two of his tentacles assisting him with a strong grip around the very tops of your thighs, wrapped twice round with the squirming tips wriggling on your mound above your dripping messy cunt. His cock was stood at attention between your legs intimidatingly and twitching in a desperate want to be buried inside your fertile pussy.

In anticipation, intimidation, or excitement— you didn’t know which— you gulped, staring wide-eyed at the girthy member in front of you. Wordlessly, Kuroo cooed into your ear and nosed at the edge of your jaw and placed sweet yet possessive kisses to the area of your neck there. He scraped his fangs against your neck and sucked small marks there that would more than likely fade quickly but he was gladly planning on replacing them with longer-lasting ones soon enough.

A horny whimper was the cue for Kuroo to proceed. He shifted his hips and his hold on you to align his cock with your folds. He rutted his hips up and forward a few times, the narrow tip just sliding through your lower lips. Increasingly agitated grunts and growls left his chest until finally, his tip caught on your hole where he paused before it would slip past. With careful precision, he thrusted his hips in a way that finally managed to bury himself inside you. With his first thrust, he managed to push half of himself into your tight walls, even with only half, you already felt so perfectly full. With his quick thrust, you couldn’t feel the way his tapered cock slowly increased in diameter but you knew. You remembered the sight of it that had your pussy dripping.

You looked up and saw the multiple pairs of eyes trained on you and where you were connected with your new charge. The way he was already beginning to stretch your cunt around him. He pulled back just a couple of inches before he snapped his hips up again, pushing more of himself in. Now you could feel the way his size increased when he pushed in further bit by bit. Before he was even fully inside, you could feel your pussy stretched out around his girth and how his length reached so far inside you. You didn’t even realize the whorish moans that left your mouth until the cocky, amused chuckle from Kuroo brought you back from your intense focus on the physical sensations that threatened to push you over the edge.

“Feeling good, angelfish?” His sultry voice sounded from right next to your ear and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning just from that and the feeling of his warm breath against your neck.

“Yea…” You nodded with your breathy response and shivered at another chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest.

“Good girl.” He purred again and kept up his pace of pushing more and more of himself into your tight little cunt, pushing past the slight resistance until he was fully buried inside you. The burn was vastly overpowered by the pleasure and you had to fling your head back onto his shoulder with a moan as your stomach muscles tightened at the delicious feeling of being so full and stretched. He gave you only a moment of rest before he slowly pulled his hips back from you until there was only his narrow tip still inside you. With a swift motion, he slammed his hips up to bury himself in you with one swift thrust that punched a loud yelp of a moan out of you and jolted your body upwards despite his hold on your thighs and around your midsection.

The tentacle around your middle began winding further around your body until it went across your back and around to your chest. It wound itself around your breast and teased and flicked your nipple. A surprised whine left you and a long, high moan followed it at the sensations. The tip circled your nipple and twisted and pulled before covering it fully and letting its sucker do the job instead. The sucker tugged and pulled your bud and provided such a foreign sensation that you couldn’t help but react. Your chest arched into the tentacle’s hold and you squirmed helplessly at the strange feeling.

“Ah, you like that, don’t you?” Kuroo, the cheeky bastard, muttered into your ear as he placed more marks along the column of your throat. Your answering shiver and moan was enough for him to snap his hips up sharply into you. The way his tip slammed against the back of your walls had you squirming and mewling. Incoherently, you begged for more and he happily indulged. With a cocky smirk practically sculpted permanently into his face, he continued to fuck you brutally. It seemed as if the more he fucked into you, the more brain cells it killed with how thoughtless your hazy brain became. All you could do was release slutty moans and mewls as your body shook with the force of his thrusts. Your hamstrings burned with the stretch of his hold on you but you couldn’t care less with the overwhelming pleasure he pounded into you. You could practically hear the ‘Ooh’s and ‘Ahh’s of the people outside the viewing glass and it only fueled your mindless state.

Kuroo chased his release relentlessly and pounded into you with such force that you wondered if it was possible to bruise your velvety walls. The squirming appendage inside you managed to hit each and every one of the spots inside you that ignited the jolts of pleasure that shot through your whole body. The deep voice of the mer fucking you so deeply was like paradise with the sounds of his growls, grunts, and moans as the pleasure seeped into him as well. Suddenly, you came to the realisation that the base of his cock was becoming more firm and even bulging out. It took longer than you’d like to admit for you to realise what it was; a knot. The thought was beyond tantalizing to you, a bolt of excitement rushing through you. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him in reaction and it wrenched a groan from his throat that made goosebumps litter your skin in record time.

“Fuck. Feel so fuckin’ good, angelfish. Gonna knot you.. Gonna breed you so fucking’ full.” He grunted in your ear and it made your face flush with warmth and your pussy to gush around him. Being bred by a mer had never exactly been on your bucket list but now it sounded downright appetizing. He felt the way your body reacted and groaned in response, thrusting with more vigor. He gladly put on a show for the audience outside his enclosure and showed you off like a beloved prize. As his knot inflated he didn’t slow down even once and looked down and away from the humans watching to enjoy the sight of your belly bulging with every time he bottomed out.

Before long, his knot inflated enough that he couldn’t force his hips flush to yours anymore and he consciously kept it from popping inside you. You felt the fullness of it every time it pressed against your stretched hole and whined every time he didn’t push it into you, every time he refrained from filing you fully and spilling his cum deep inside you. He didn’t respond to your desperate whines, too lost in the pleasure, and simply proceeded to leave more lasting marks on your skin. Darker splotches appeared on your shoulders and neck along with bites with just the smallest pinpricks where he was careful not to fully bury his fangs in your flesh.

Soon, you felt why he was waiting to push his knot inside your cunt. Above his swollen base, another bit of his slimy, wriggling cock began to inflate. This one was a bit smaller than the very base of his member but nonetheless tantalizing. Because of its smaller size, it inflated much quicker than the fuller knot below. The feeling of the smaller bulb catching on the rim of your cunt was delicious and had you crying and whining like a desperate whore for him to fill you up. More aggressive and hurried grunts left him and more wordless coos to you and silent praises in the form of nosing at your jaw and temple were as much of a warning as you got that he was nearing his end. Your body was being jolted with every powerful thrust into your sopping cunt and the more slutty moans it punched out of you.

“Fuck-! Kuroo-! Please, fuck… Please- Pleasepleaseplease!!” You cried, not fully knowing if you were begging for him to knot you, to cum inside you, to give you reprieve, or to let you cum— or some sort of combination— but not quite caring either so long as he fulfilled your desperate pleas. Possessive growls filled your ears and set off every nerve in your body and shot down to your core, setting off the most powerful orgasm yet. Your walls clamped and fluttered around him like a vice and tried to milk him for all he was worth.

It seemed to work because with a final loud, possessive, and nearly dangerous growl he slammed his hips up into you just a couple more times before both of his knots managed to fit inside your still-spasming cunt. The feeling of his knots filling you so full and so instantaneously was enough to ignite another orgasm before the previous one was even over. With a scream of pure ecstasy, your body convulsed and tightened and spasmed and finally fell limp in Kuroo’s hold as he stuffed you fuller than you’d ever been in your life.

“Fuck, angel. Holy shit. You took me so fucking good, angelfish. So perfect. Fits so perfectly. Fillin’ you up so full, angelfish.” He spoke through rough, ragged breaths. You trembled in his grip as you felt just that— his cum pumping into you. His narrow tip pushed into and past your cervix, just barely poking into your womb as he pumped load after load into you. Looking down with blurry— almost double— vision you saw the way his cock bulged your tummy and how it steadily increased with how much hot, fertile seed he was emptying inside you.

“Gonna be such a good mama. Gonna look so fuckin’ pretty all round and full with my babies. ‘N’ when you give birth I’ll fill your womb up again with my cum ‘n’ get you pregnant all over again. Gonna keep you good and bred. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angelfish?” He spoke with his deep, sultry voice directly in your ear as he nosed at the space just below it, nipping your lobe slightly and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Yea… Wan’ it.. Wanna be bred. Wanna be full…” Your words slurred together as you huffed and puffed for breath after the rough pounding and the consecutive orgasms that stole the air from your lungs.

“And I’ll give it to you. I’ll keep you nice and bred however long you want it. Make you a mama over and over again.” He flicked his gaze other to the glass and while his pride swelled in his chest that they all got to witness as he claimed you, his possessiveness prevailed in his instincts and he sent a glare at the humans who dared to keep staring at what was his. With that in mind— overtaking his mind, snuffing out any other thoughts— he slinked back towards his pool, keeping you stuffed with his knots. He shifted you from being fully spread out to simply being held against him as he held you close and easily made his way back to the privacy behind his faux rocks. He kept your shoulders and everything up above water while he held you tenderly close, carefully stroking his clawed hand over your swollen stomach. You rested limply against him and remained pliable for him to move about, your muscles like wet spaghetti in their uselessness. Kuroo wrapped his arm around your middle and buried his head in your neck, simply inhaling your scent and imagining what you’d look like all swollen with his young, the image adding fuel to the fire in his lower belly. Then, he imagines what your offspring would look like and it made his pride and protectiveness swell in his chest.

He couldn’t wait for you to give birth so he could do it all again.

— — —

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

#cw exhibitionism #cw public sex #tw exhibitionism #tw public sex #octopus mer x reader #merfolk #kuroo tetsurou x reader #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #fem!reader #afab reader #spiderlily spells

134 notes · View notes

suplicyy · 3 months ago

Note

Do you think Kuroo would like his s/o to call him Tetsurou or Kuroo? And how would he react if she used his first name? Both if they were in a relationship or not yet, just curious about your headcannons on this!!!!

Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

— Tags/Genre: Fluff | Headcanons

— Warnings: None!

I think even before you guys got into a relationship, Kuroo wouldn't mind if you called him Tetsurou.

Quite the opposite, he would really like it!!

I don't see him as someone who cares much about people using his first name, but it can also be a bit strange if it is someone he doesn't know.

But on the other hand, he would be very respectful towards people, only calling them by their first name if he is close to them and is aware that the person is okay with it.

If you gave him permission, he would be more than happy to call you by your first name.

And he would also be delighted if you called him by his first name.

There is something about you saying his name that enchants him, it seems so natural coming out of your mouth, but it leaves him with butterflies in his stomach whenever he hears you calling him.

He would love to hear you say his name, but you can expect side effects when that happens!

Cheeks painted in a slight reddish tone, his heart racing, almost feeling like it's going to jump out of his chest, the shine in his eyes and the lack of eye contact (he really thinks he will faint if he looks at you right now).

He finds everything about you so perfect, and one of those things is your voice.

You talking about your favorite things, humming a song you're listening to, calling him whenever you see something cool or cute, he'd never get tired of hearing the melody that comes out of your lips.

And if he already gets this way when you call him by his first name, imagine when you start using nicknames.

He would fall more and more in love with you!!!

— A/N: There are some pending requests of yours that I haven't done yet, so I'm sorry if you're waiting too long for this!!😭

I'm almost done writing something related to MHA, which will officially go on my profile as another work I'll write about!! So when I finish this one, I'll move forward with your other requests!🌷🌷

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq #hq fluff #haikyuu x fem!reader #haikyuu x female reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou

202 notes · View notes

chatterbox-73 · 3 months ago

Text

Kinktober 2024.

Day 14. - Double penetration.

Kōutarō Bokuto/Tetsurou Kuroo x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/n: it’ll make more sense if you read part one first… also because I didn’t make it clear, they’re college students.

Here is the Part 1.

Summary: After being caught by Bokuto, Kuroo invites him to join the fun.

Word count: 1.7k

CW: NSFW and adult content, Gay moment Kuroo and Bokuto, double penetration, oral (f!receiving), eating cum, anal play, anal sex, grinding, swearing, pet names, unprotected sex, threesome, and rough sex.

You, Kuroo and Bokuto walked slowly back to Kuroo’s unit, as the three of you walked an awkward silence sat over the group. Well actually the silence only sat over you and Bokuto, Kuroo had no problem talking, he was even cracking jokes like ‘considering how bad both your chemistry grades were back in high school, he should actually tutor the both of you’ he’d laugh, while you and Bokuto could only awkwardly hum.

The closer and closer the group got to Kuroo’s place, the more panic rose in your chest, ‘maybe I should just turn and go home?’ You thought and figured with your fingers. You suddenly felt someone touch your shoulder, looking up you found Bokuto’s concern filled face looking down at you and he smiled as to ask if you were okay, you smiled back and nodded. ‘Well if I’m going to try with Kuroo and someone else, I’m glad it Bokuto’ you thought and look straight ahead, before running up behind Kuroo and kicking the back of his leg, his legs buckled and he almost fell and this made Bokuto break out in laughter. The rest of the walk to the unit, that awkward tension set by you and Bokuto disappeared and the three of you laughed and joke about all kinds of things, this obviously helped ease yours and Bokuto’s tensions by the time you all made it to the unit.

Once stepping inside and taking off your shoes, you were instantly scoped up in Kuroo’s arms and he walked you to the bedroom, “hey Bokuto hurry up, or I’ll fuck her all by myself” he called out, looking of his shoulder at his owlish friend and Bokuto quickly followed in Kuroo’s foot steps. You were dropped on the bed and you quickly sat up to look at Kuroo, “strip down for him” Kuroo demanded while pointing a thumb at Bokuto, who was now standing beside him.

You started by moving so you were sitting up on the bed in front of Bokuto, he looked down at you in surprise and lust, you then slowly lifted your shirt off and dropped it on the ground, before unclipping your bra and dropping it.

You moved to kneel on your knees and so you could take off your skirt, so you could support yourself, you rested a hand on Bokuto’s toned stomach and you could feel him tense, you unzipped your skirt and slipped it off before leaning back off your knees and back onto your butt. You reached for Bokuto’s hands as you made eye contact with him, before moving his hands to your underwear, Bokuto took the hint and slowly pulled them off your legs.

You laid back with your legs close slightly watching Bokuto intensely while he examined your dirtied underwear, that had been soaked with your juices and Kuroo’s cum from earlier. Kuroo placed an arm over Bokuto’s shoulder and pulled the underwear out of his hands and dropped them on the ground, “bro, I’ll get you a pair that I haven’t soiled later, but for now you can’t just leave this beautiful little kitten just lying there waiting… we’ve gotta get her ready for our cocks” Kuroo chuckled into Bokuto’s ear and watched as he shivered.

Kuroo pulled your legs apart for his friend to examine you, “front or back” Kuroo hummed, Bokuto swallowed“back” he huffed looking from you to his friend and back to you, Kuroo chuckled “well you need to stretch her out with your fingers first, otherwise it feels like she’ll squeeze your dick right off… trust me I know” he trailed a hand down to rub your clit slowly. “Will it hurt her if I don’t stretch her out first? Because I really like a tight squeeze” Bokuto asked Kuroo as he intensely watched your dripping cunt, “nah it won’t hurt her, you’ll had to get her wet or lube her up…” Kuroo smiled and pointed a thumb to the bedside table, before continuing on, “though she loves it up the ass… or really she just loves cock inside her” Kuroo teased and grabbed you face in his hand, “tell him!” He demanded and you nodded before looking at Bokuto, “I love it up my ass” you moan as your face reddened.

Bokuto knelt down and grabbed the back of your upper thighs, spreading them, before leaning in and pressing his tongue against your tight ring, you moaned and threw your hand back, you rested on your elbows and your toes curled, “oh fuck, yes” you cried and looked at kuroo as he stood, he walked around the bed to the side table and watched as his friend licked and slurped you hole, all while his nose rubbed your messy cunt. Kuroo leant over after grabbing a bottle of body oil and began quickly rubbing your clit, “I’m gonna cum, oh god Bokuto” you moaned and reached a hand down before grabbing a fist full of his hair, “your tongue is amazing” you rolled your head back and began bucking your hips, your orgasm suddenly hitting you.

You sat up and pulled Bokuto up before leaning in and licking the mess off his nose, “do you usually fuck girls with your nose?” You hummed as you savoured the taste of cum on his nose, “my nose is always willing to help when I eat them” the man chuckled and you hummed running your fingers down his chest, “if your nose is that good at making me cum, I can’t wait to feel this thick cock” you giggled as your hand rubbed over the large bulge in his pants.

Kuroo huffed and climbed onto the bed, before grabbing your arm and pulling you round to look at him, “I’m feeling left out guys, pay attention to me” he pouted and you rolled your eyes, you pressed a hand on his chest and pushed him back to lay down, “left out? Please you were enjoying the show” you hummed and he laughed as he pulled you over him, Kuroo pulled your hips down and pressed hardness into your sopping opening, before he began guiding you rub yourself against his hard member, you were getting closer to reaching your peck and it didn’t help you could feel Bokuto’s eyes burning holes into your ass, suddenly you tipped over the edge and dropped down onto Kuroo’s chest.

Kuroo pick up the bottle of oil off the bed and passed it to Bokuto before he placed a hand on your head and the other on your ass, he held your head into his chest as he pulled your ass cheek to expose your puckered ring, “come on bro, oil her up and she’s all yours…” he smiles and watched as Bokuto opened the bottle and pour a large amount all over your ass before massaging it all over your ass and working all over and a little into your hole, “holy shit… you’re not messing around, well go on and fuck my little kitten, ruin her” Kuroo chuckled and a slight hint of excitement settling in.

You felt Bokuto’s large, lubricated tip poking and prodding at your hole before he spat on it, he then rubbed his tip against it before forcing it in, you moaned and wiggled as Bokuto pushed all the way in, to the hilt, “oh wow… this is…” he moaned loudly as he began to thrust.

You gasped at how full Bokuto was making you, sure Kuroo’s cock is big and in fact it’s definitely slightly longer then Bokuto’s, however he’s is certainly thicker then Kuroo’s and has twice the amount of thick bulging veins, you manage lean back into Bokuto’s chest and reach back to grab the back of his neck, “fuck me” You look Kuroo dead in the eye and cried out, Kuroo and Bokuto didn’t know who you were talking to, but nether did you. Following your request Kuroo slipped himself inside you with little resistance, however both him and Bokuto groaned at the feeling of your velvet walls struggling to take them both, you on the other hand, couldn’t even form a response to the fullness they gave you… the way Bokuto’s thick and veiny member dragged against your sensitive rectum and how Kuroo’s long and curved member brushed against both your cervix and g-spot as he thrusted… the guys had started to become rough and desperate, they could really only think of cumming and the pleasure this gave you, caused you fell forward onto Kuroo’s chest again.

As you laid against kuroo’s chest, as his hips roughly trusted upwards, and his hands grabbed your ass cheeks spreading them so bokuto could trust into your ridiculously tight asshole with ease.

Bokuto was being twist as rough with you, he had one hand pushed the side of your face into kuroo’s chest and the other held your hip to stop you from moving, both men grunted while you whimpered and cried.

Your eyes were screwed shut as you inched closer and closer to your incoming orgasm, however you were distracted by kissing sounds but you didn’t feel anything kissing you, you opened your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend only to see him making out with his friend. The site of your lips locked and tongues tangling together pushed you over the edge, you let out a silent scream as your body tensed and shudder as indescribable waves of pleasure washing through you, both the men suddenly pushed deep inside you and a harmony of slurred filthy cusses filled the room, as two thick warm loads filled you. “Good girl… thank you for sharing bro” Bokuto whispered in a husky tone as he pulled out of you and leaned back before stepping off the bed, “dude where you going? It’s time for cuddles and pillow talk” Kuroo rolled both of you on your side and reached out for Bokuto.

Despite Kuroo promise of pillow talk, the three of you lied under the covers cuddling in absolute silence. “This is nice I want this all the time” you hummed sleepily, not realising what you’ve just done to the future of your relationship.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 13 - Hanta Sero: Tied.

Day 15 - Jiraiya: Seeing red.

242 notes · View notes

clare-875 · 5 months ago

Text

Everything to Me (Kuroo x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader Summary: You feel like a nobody next to him, he proves you wrong Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Bullying [Haikyuu Masterlist] _____

Kuroo knows something is wrong the instant your bubbly demeanour diminishes, leaving an unnatural silence in the air. He sees it in the way you avert your gaze, how you keep your head low, how you quietly vanish from your usual spot by his side. Most of all, he sees it in the depths of your eyes; the conflict, the wavering of your usual certainty. You can't help it. You, so usually confident and proud to stand by his side despite the jealousy of girls who look enviously, have dug yourself into a hole you see no way out of. The more you try to convince yourself you're okay, that you deserve the love he so willingly gives you, the more you find the echoes of your mind convincing you otherwise. Maybe it was in the flickers of low voices that surround you when you pass dimly lit hallways. "Look at her, she doesn't deserve him." Maybe it's in the way they nitpick, eyes clouded by their disdain. "She isn't even that pretty" Maybe it's their voices coated with sweetness as they try to snatch away his gaze. "Kuroo-san, please can you help me with this."

Maybe it's in the depths of your own mind, playing games with you and prompting your own demise. But how could you not? He, so smart and witty, quick to offer help and retorts during class. He, the Captain of Nekoma's volleyball team, fit and form captivating all who look long enough; and they always do. He and his caressable hair, unkempt but soft and tempting. He who gathers compliments, admirers and popularity all the same. He who stands next to you; but what about you? What could you offer? You could give yourself credit; you were smart and not unpretty, but you also felt so extraordinarily ordinary. Next to him, you would not stand out, sometimes you would feel so far away as girls you thought of as prettier, smarter, and more popular seek his attention, their sharp gaze on you. The worst was when they would not look at you at all; when they would speak as if you weren't even present, like you weren't even worth their sympathy. Kuroo was kind and loyal, he would push them away gently, would speak of his indifference to them politely, so much so they would act as though he had complimented them instead. You wondered if it was because he pitied you; forgotten in their shadows.

Now it was all you could think about, and you wonder if you would ever break free of the chain of thoughts you had tied yourself to. It kept going on and on, and it wouldn't cease. You felt the fear creep up on you next. What if he realised... What if he left? So, you separated yourself from his presence, hoped that time would end the suffering, and if it didn't you hoped it would at least dull the blow of his inevitable leave. But you should know better. This is Kuroo Testuro, your boyfriend, someone who knew you more than anyone would, and he would notice your actions; the struggle etched in your eyes. It had been a few days and you had hoped he did not realise your abrupt absences but of course he did. You found yourself cornered, as he refused you leave the empty classroom the both of you were in.

"You've been avoiding me." You expected his anger, his swift dismissal but all you hear is worry as you refuse to meet his eyes. "Did- did I do something wrong?" You freeze at that, the slight tremble in his voice, the anxiety muddled within his words. You look up shaking your head quickly, not wanting him to doubt himself when he is so perfect to you. However, you realise it's a mistake as you see his face clearly; you see his pain. He seems more tired than usual, the soft skin under his eyes slightly bruised with lack of sleep. He seems tense as though he is bracing for something; like he's bracing for the worst. He observes the shake of your head and you see his brows furrow in confusion, eyes sharp but gaze gentle as he takes a tentative step towards you. "Then what's wrong, why have you been acting so distant?" Your head rings and pounds with his words but they muffle under the weight of all the other voices stuck chanting in your head.

"Why does he stay with her?"

"He'd be better off with me."

"I bet he just pities her"

"She's nothing"

You can't help it as hot tears pour down your face, and you feel the warmth reach your cheeks. You feel it all, the pain of holding in all the thoughts that rake your mind, all the embarrassment and torture. It comes out as you try and fail to stop a sob creeping up your throat. Kuroo's eyes widen instantly at your rare and blatant show of utter pain; of sadness. He moves as swiftly as your cries come and you feel his strong arms embrace you gently but securely. You feel yourself lose the strength within yourself as you grasp desperately at his shirt, body shaking at the weight of your gasps and cries. Through it all he is silent and patient, he doesn't mind the way your tears now seep onto his skin or the way you allow yourself to be vulnerable. If anything he is thankful you allow him to hold you. If anything he is angry. Who did this to you? Who made you feel this way? Many moments pass by when you are finally able to collect yourself and you gently release yourself from his embrace taking in a shaky breath.

"[y/n]," Kuroo mutters after he allows you to compose yourself. His hand is sure on yours as his other gently lifts your face to his. "Please," his voice is almost desperate as he looks at you, "tell me what's wrong. Did someone do something?" You look to him, the way he wants nothing more than to ease you of the burdens you have allowed yourself to drown in. You feel guilt build as you force your reply through your throat. "I'm sorry," you mutter much to his confusion. Why would you apologise? "I just... haven't been feeling great about myself lately. I think... I think they were right, I'm not enough, I'm not smart enough or pretty enough. You deserve so much better, I- I'm nothing compared to you-" Before you can continue Kuroo tightens his grip on your hand, forcing your eyes on him once more as you look up surprised at the rage that now fills his face, but it takes you a while to understand that the anger isn't directed to you. But himself. How could he not have shown you just how worthy you are of his love; just how much you mean to him?

"[y/n]," he shakes his head at your words, eyes remorseful and stern. "You- you don't know just how much you mean to me. You're so beautiful, you're so kind, you're so smart, you always listen to my science puns and always laugh. You remember my favourite foods, can list out every dislike I have, can name every movie I've watched, every place I've visited. You always come to my games and are always my loudest supporter. [y/n]... you're everything to me." Your eyes widen at his proclamations of adoration for you, heart pounding as he looks so earnestly at you. "When you started avoiding me, I thought you wanted to break up or something, do you know how horrible this week has been without you?" His tone is more gentle now, more teasing and light as it has always been.

"I'm sorry to say, but you're stuck with me, besides you’re the only one who actually laughs at my science jokes." He grins as you smile slightly at his words, feeling silly all of a sudden, feeling the weight lift off you and your lungs able to breathe again. His gaze then becomes more sure and serious as he pulls you closer to his side, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry I didn't realise sooner," he muttered against your skin, and you looked up to him heart warm at his words as you allow yourself to take in a breath and shake your head. "Thank you, Tetsu." He grins at your nickname pulling you closer and glad to have you back by his side. "Don't ever avoid me again, understand? And you're gonna tell me who "they" are." He says looking at you, as your eyes widen at his words. Nevertheless, the next time you even heard an utterance of an insult when you passed, Kuroo was right behind you proclaiming loudly how much he, "hates girls that gossip," and how much he adores his beautiful girlfriend. Needless to say, they never bothered you again, and Kuroo never gave them a minute of his time, forever and always devoted to you.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n #angst/comfort #angst/fluff #hurt/comfort #hq #x reader #fem reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo testuro #haikyuu fic

234 notes · View notes

baylz · 4 months ago

Text

CHAPTER ONE: sneaking out

main masterlist | now playing: See You Later, I'm Gone by Robert Lester Folsom

present time

Sneaking out through the bathroom window wasn’t uncommon. She had done this on more occasions than she can count whenever things just weren’t going so great. Bad dates, her high school reunion, family gatherings, and now she was currently shimmering through a window to avoid her ex boyfriend and best friend.

It was ungraceful, to say the least. Her dress had gotten ripped in the process and y/n silently prayed that she could fix it later. Trudding back to her car, she stopped dead in her tracks to see that it was getting hooked to the back of a tow truck.

oh, fuck.

“Hey!” She sprinted and attempted to get the attention of the large vehicle. The driver came to a stop and rolled down his window, a cigar in his mouth and looked every bit of uninterested in what she had to say.

“Listen pretty lady, your clown car was parked infront of a fire hydrant.”

“Cl-clown car?” She spuddered, completely taken aback. “It’s a Volkswagen Beetle.”

“Yeah, well you can come pick up your beetle tomorrow at the shop.” Y/n cautiously looked around the dark street and back to the trucker. It was the middle of autumn and she had just become aware of the goosebumps forming on her exposed legs. A gust of wind blew passed her and she shivered from the contact.

“Well—” She took another look at her surroundings. There weren’t many people around this part of the city which was a bad sign. Walking home in an empty area like this she would surely get grabbed or followed. Shooting a helpless look at the man she asks, “How am I suppose to get home?”

“You can’t call nobody?” Oh, right.

She embarrassingly pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Yamaguchi was a no-go since his car wasn’t working right now and Tsukishima always has his phone on vibrate. Fucking asshole. The only person left was…”Kuroo.” She could feel the life being sucked out of her as her thumb hovered over the call button. The thought of doing the walk of shame back to the party didn’t seem so bad compared to hitching a ride with her pesky boss.

Unfortunately, her prayers were heard because the screen turned black before she even got the chance to call him. She mentally cursed herself.

The trucker grew impatient at this point, putting the vehicle in drive and moving forward. Y/n pleaded with him to at least let her hitch a ride but he stubbornly refused. And then, he was gone.

Y/n was slowly making her way down the sidewalk, ocassionally looking behind her. She wearily watched each car that rolled passed her and made sure to keep a safe distance between her and the street. She continued this for a good minute before she noticed a car slowly trailing behind her. Her pace sped up and the car followed suit. She began to panic now. Y/n didn't know whether to run or act as if she didn't see them. It wasn't until the car began getting closer that she bolted.

The car chased after her. Y/n made beeline for a nearby alleyway, hoping the lose the stalker. She ducked behind a dumpster and waited, heels in each hand, and ready to attack. A car had stopped at that moment and the sound of a car door shutting caused her to be on high alert.

They’re coming.

She listened patiently as the footsteps drew closer. Her grip tightened, hands trembling with fear.

Tut!

Closer.

Tut!

Closer.

Tut!

NOW!

“Hello, is anyone there—OW!” Y/n stood from her hiding spot and threw her pumps at the perpetrator. He stumbled back, broken glasses falling to the ground. “Fuck, Y/n.” The stranger grumbled in pain.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?” She probed, pointing her other heel at the fallen man. She did her best to be intimidating but the not subtle quiver in her voice betrayed her.

He felt around for his lost frames before staggering to his feet, putting them back to where they belonged and faced her.

He held his hands up in surrender. “It’s me. Keiji.”

"O-oh." Surprised but also relieved, she dropped her shoe and let out a ragged breath. She didn't know how long she had been holding it in. Her legs almost gave out from the adrenaline wearing away, leaving her a shaking mess. Akaashi attempted to reach out and help but Y/n braced herself on the brick wall instead.

Keiji couldn’t do much except collect her scattered shoes from the dirty cement. Akaashi was aware that he had frightened her so he didn’t dare move an inch when he asked, “How about I take you home, hm?”

The car ride was quiet and Y/n stared out the window at the passing buildings. New York was always so much prettier at night. Despite its downsides, the city was just more lively and active once the sun had set. Everyone is constantly on the move and you never feel alone because there was always someone walking right along side you whether they were going to the same destination or not.

Keiji would occassionally glance at the brunette next to him, trying to think of what to say first. I mean, what could he say? How are you? Sorry for scaring you? He didn’t see anything good coming out of those. She wouldn’t even look at him so he wasn’t even sure if she wanted to talk to begin with. Akaashi braced himself, clearing his throat and straightening his back. He didn’t even get a chance to get a word in before you said, “Stop here.”

Akaashi parked infront of a small duplex. “Thanks for the ride and sorry about your glasses.” Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt, not even looking at him once. He searched for what to say as a response, but it was too late because she had already exited the car and was making her way towards the front door. He watched as y/n entered the house and leaned his head back against the seat once she was gone. "dammit."

NEXT CHAPTER

TAGLIST: [OPEN] 35/50 @snorelexa @rrinkyoo @justanotherbimboslxt @neptunes-secret-garden @gigiiiiislife @akaakeis @giocriedpower @moonschocolate @aliensstolemyheart @milffiz @httpakkeiji @ryuverse @howsurjune @iiwaijime @cosmiicdust @moucheslove @sunsribn @anqelkoz @alexithemiyatic @tangyangie @your-mum3000 @cupidsblonde @renardiererin @k0z3me @cr4yolaas @atsumuenthusiast @nobodybutnnoorr @yumiecheesecrackers @rivaiken @iamflav @v3nusplanetofluv @naviaberries @fuji-sen @izanacult @linmabbe

[comment if you want to be added]

143 notes · View notes

fizziedoodle · 5 months ago

Text

dating tetsurō kuroo

requested by: @rocki3raccoon

226 notes · View notes

chaepink · 2 years ago

Text

good girls are bad girls (that haven't been caught) | sub!kuroo tetsurou

wc: 2k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader (however it can be read as gn!reader as no body parts are mentioned), begging, crying, teasing, mean!reader, degrading, insulting, slight hair pulling, marking, slight bondage, clothed touching, praising, mention of the reader fucking/marking other people, kuroo is kinda shitty at first, theres plot and smut isn't until later down

note : this is very loosely based off of 'good girls' by 5sos and oh my god i wrote a lot. also I literally wrote this in 4 different sections and had to write in between in order to get to all 4 parts...

"Kuroo, you're failing all your classes except gym. How's that even possible?!" Kuroo shrugs nonchalantly, not paying attention at all and instead opting to look outside the window.

The teacher sighs, taking off her glasses and rubbing her temples. 5 minutes in and she is already getting a headache dealing with him.

"You're a third year already, you should be focusing on studying to get good grades in order to graduate," she says, grabbing the nearby stack of paper on her desk and organizing it. "Lucky for you, however, someone agreed to help tutor you for your main subjects."

"Yeah sure, whatever. Can I go now?" He's had plenty of tutors already and all of them quit only a few days in due to him being uncooperative whenever they tried to help him. He rather enjoys watching them give up and leave him at the library. She sighs again.

"Her name is, [name]. I think you may know her. After all, she's a third-year like you and is at the top of her class."

Kuroo snaps his attention toward his teacher. Did he hear that right?

You're gonna be his tutor? The school's well-known good girl? The girl who gets nothing but straight A's for every piece of schoolwork? Shit. Sure you may be a good tutor and all but he's heard numerous rumors of how strict you are when you're tutoring and he doesn't feel like dealing with it anytime soon.

"Ah, so you know their name at least." She can't help but smile. Finally, he gives her his attention. "They've agreed to tutor you right after school a few days a week at the back of the library-" He scoffs.

"The back of the library? Obviously, she chooses that spot. She's there every single day!"

His teacher gives him a stern look for cutting her off.

"You should be grateful. Today will be the first day she tutors you. She said she would be there on time so don't be late, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yeah right," he mumbles under his breath.

"I heard that."

---

He's late by over 20 minutes, not that he really cares anyways.

As he strides into the library, he looks around and rolls his eyes. The library was practically empty with only a few students sitting at tables and the librarian quietly typing on her computer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees some students staring at him though not very subtlety. They're either staring due to just clearly being attracted to him or just surprised that he, the school's infamous fuckboy, was at the library. He likes to think that it's the former.

While walking to the back of the library, he notices that the number of students start to decrease. Eventually, he makes it to the very back and sees you. He sneers in disgust at all the books on the table and the open notebook in front of an unoccupied chair.

As he sits down, the chair scraps against the floor which catches your attention. With a blank face, you acknowledge him with a nod.

"My name is [name]," you say. "It's nice to meet you."

He holds back from rolling his eyes from how formal you're being.

"Yeah whatever, I already knew that. Name's Kuroo." If you're taken aback by his forwardness, you don't show it. Instead, you go to open a book that he notices is a math one and he groans.

"From what I've been told, your math grade is the lowest." Though it's on the tip of your tongue, you hold yourself from mentioning that it was the lowest grade by only a few points.

"Well then, let's begin."

---

"That's incorrect. Here, I'll show you." You write down the problem and answer it so quickly and so effortlessly that it makes Kuroo groan in frustration.

You hold back from rolling your eyes. While you knew he would be a pain in the ass to tutor, you didn't expect him to be this annoying. Every question you've asked him so far, he's got wrong. Additionally, he's barely paying attention. By now, it's past the time that you expected the session to last. You keep checking your watch and you swear time is slowing down. You wish for the library to close already.

Your irritated mood almost makes you punch him in the face but you're keeping yourself from doing that. Unfortunately.

You have to keep a good reputation, [name]. How would everyone react if they found out you punched a dude out of pure annoyance?

However, your reputation is probably the last thing you care about right now.

Wrong question after wrong question makes you even more irritated and you swear you're about to break.

"Are we done?" You shake your head. He still has yet to answer a question right.

"What? We're not? Why?" He stares at you with a confused look that infuriates you even further and you're about to answer back until he cuts you off.

"Whatever, you're going to quit just like all the other stupid tutors anyways. Besides, even if you're the school's good girl, I bet you do all sorts of stuff back here if you know what I mean-"

You abruptly grab him by his tie and force him closer to you with only a few inches between you two.

"Shut the fuck up." You snarl at him. "Holy shit are you so stupid! You can't even answer these basic math questions that even an fucking elementary student can!"

You let go of his tie and watch him back up in shock and trip over his chair, making him fall down onto the floor.

Frustrated, you're about to pack up your stuff until you see something on his pants. A bulge.

You freeze as you gape at it. Holy shit.

Kuroo follows your stare and immediately covers it, face ablaze. "S-stop looking! It's n-not what it seems like!"

As you process the situation, a devilish grin slowly makes its way onto your face. As you make your way closer to him, he backs up into the bookshelf, watching your every step. Nervousness is painted on his face. It looks rather good on him.

"Oh really? From my perspective, however," you start, bending down so that you're face to face with him and his warm face. "It looks like you're hard from me yelling at you." He feels himself getting even harder and he squeezes his eyes shut, not daring to look at you.

"You know, you're actually right." Kuroo flitches, not expecting to hear your voice so close to his ear. "Unlike what people might think, I don't read books back here all the time."

Kuroo is bright red by now, not daring to open his eyes, and instead lowers his head. He swears that if he does, he'll cum right on the spot from seeing you above him looking down with those eyes of yours.

Your warm breath fans his ear and he can't suppress the shiver that runs through his body.

"W-what do you mean?" The question comes out as a cute whisper. You smirk. "Well, who do you think gave all your friends those hickeys, hm?"

You draw back, watching him slowly open his eyes as the cogs in his head turn as he thinks. Fuck. He looks so adorable when he's confused with his eyebrows furrowed and lips forming a small pout.

That's until he realizes and you can't help but grin when it shows upon his face.

"Your friends are all rather adorable, you know? Especially Kenma. They're such good listeners when I tutor that I can't help but give them a little reward. They were even in the same exact position that you're in right now! All teary-eyed as they oh so kindly begged me to touch them."

Tears prickle Kuroo's eyes.

"Aww, are you jealous?" You feign a pout. "Why? Is it because you only want me to do this to you?"

He immediately nods his head, not caring about his reputation anymore. He just wants you to focus on him and forget his friends.

"How cute." You carefully land on your knees in front of him and untie the tie from his neck and instead use it to tie his hands behind his back. You put one of your hands on the bookshelf behind him to stable yourself.

His breath quickens when he feels your hand ghost over his chest. His senses are heightened as he patiently waits for you to do something. Anything!

"You sure you want to continue?" He nods again.

A whimper escapes him as you immediately scrunch his vest and shirt up, exposing his nipples to the cold air. He feels you place your knee between his legs and a hand on his chest.

He can't quiet his noises as you begin stimulating his whole body. A part of him tries to focus on either you teasing and touching his nipples or the knee that keeps on rubbing against his clothed dick but he can't. Only minutes in and he's already hot all over. It's clear that he's enjoying it.

"Shh, be quiet Kuroo. Don't want everyone to know that you're such a whore for me, right?"

Sobs, mewls, and whimpers leave him as he gets used like a toy for you. He doesn't care that others may hear him, he just wants you to keep going. He's so hard that it hurts.

"Look at you," you say with a sneer, "I barely touched you and you're already so hard. Are you always like this with all the other girls you've fucked? A slut?"

"S-stop it," he sobs, "I'm not h-hard- ah ah!" He gasps as your knee drives against his hard-on and your hand tweaks one of his nipples, watching as he throws his head back slightly and bites his lip to keep his noises in.

"Oh really?" You raise an eyebrow at him. "Then what's this obvious tent in your pants then, hm?" You prove your point by sharply thrusting your knee against it again, forcing another muffled whimper to escape him.

He tries hiding his face by turning it to the side but you immediately grab his chin using your free hand and force him to look at you.

"Don't," you start to say, giving him a glare. "Try covering your face. Got it?" He nods obediently and you can't help but smile.

"Good boy," you say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He whimpers at that.

"Oh? Who knew the school's fuckboy would love being called a good boy so much? Maybe I should call you that in front of your friends." You shrug casually. "You know, to see their reaction as your face flushes up and dick hardens. Hell, I bet you'll even like that."

He widens his eyes.

"N-no! Pleas- fuck!" He's close and you know it. Another timed squeeze of his nipple and move of your knee against his dick has him crying. It feels too good.

A tug of his hair elicits a mewl from him as he feels you bite a spot on his neck that has his eyes rolling. You continue biting and licking that spot until you're sure that it'll stay purple for a few days.

Licking your lips, you move back slightly, not enough that you have to stop your movements but enough for you to check out your work.

With his legs spread open, head thrown back, neck marked, and face flushed, Kuroo looked absolutely breathtaking.

"I-Im close!" And it looks like Kuroo is about to cum too. You take a quick glance at the clock and grin. You lean towards his ear.

"Time's up, Kuroo."

Your whisper makes him jump but right when he's about to tell you that he's going to cum, a louder voice from far away shakes him out of his headspace.

"Library closes in 5 minutes!" You stop. No no no.

Quickly standing up, you give him a slight shrug. "Guess the tutoring session is over, Kuroo."

"No! Please! D-don't go!" Ignoring his pleas and sobs, you grab your stuff and right as he thinks you're heading back to him, you only just untie his hands and nothing more.

As you're about to walk out of his sight, he sees you aim your phone at him and click the screen. After, you blow him a kiss and a wink.

"Next session is tomorrow! Don't be late!" And then you're gone, leaving Kuroo all sweating and still hard. Fuck.

Let's just say that he got to next the session rather early.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

2K notes · View notes

stawbeemilk · 8 months ago

Text

⤷ his s/o is insecure about their small chest – hq

✩ characters: kuroo, kenma, hinata, bokuto

✩ warnings: f!reader, suggestive

✩ a/n: finally doing some more small-chested reader content, i'm sorry this took so long!!

⭑ kuroo

⤷ kuroo is so good at comforting you when you're feeling insecure, he'll hold you in his arms as he places gentle kisses along your neck and collarbones, mumbling compliments and reassurance against your skin as his hands caress the small of your back

⤷ he's definitely someone who likes seeing you in his clothes, but he especially loves when you wear one of his shirts and no bra— as much as he tries not to he always ends up staring, and he never means for you to feel that he's judging you, it's just that he thinks you're so hot and can't take his eyes away <3

⤷ if you're someone who's ever been made fun of because of your chest size, kuroo will tell you that you shouldn't listen to anyone who feels the need to project their own insecure feelings onto others as a way to feel better about themselves

⤷ he reminds you that you're beautiful no matter what and says that you shouldn't let other people’s opinions determine the way you feel about yourself

⤷ if you're still not convinced, then kuroo will happily tell you what he likes about your body, reminding you of all the benefits that come with having a small chest— he always finds himself going into a little too much detail and ultimately flustering you

⤷ he's determined to get you to see yourself the way he sees you, and will tell you how gorgeous you are as many times as it takes until you start to believe him <3

⭑ kenma

⤷ to be honest it probably didn't take kenma long to pick up on the fact you were insecure about your chest

⤷ he noticed how you always seemed to wear clothing that covered certain parts of your body, the way you had a tendency to slouch instead of sitting up straight, and not to mention the countless times he'd caught you staring at your own reflection for an unusually long time

⤷ while he did manage to piece things together rather quickly, that isn't to say he understands why you feel the way you do about yourself, he thinks you're so pretty!

⤷ he has an endless supply of hoodies for you to wear when you're feeling self-conscious, and he'll make sure to give you one of the softest and warmest ones before quietly asking you if you want to cuddle with him

⤷ speaking of which, kenma loves to rest his head on your chest when the two of you cuddle, and listening to your heartbeat always manages to put him at ease— there have definitely been times where he's fallen asleep in your arms because he just finds it so comfortable <3

⤷ when he knows you've been feeling bad about yourself he'll give you his card and let you do as much online shopping as your heart desires, encouraging you to buy as many new outfits as you want to give yourself a little confidence boost

⤷ kenma might not always be the best with words, but you can tell from his actions alone just how much he cares about you and wants to see you happy <3

⭑ hinata

⤷ hinata is so confused when he finds out about your insecurity, because he genuinely thinks your body is perfect the way it is and so in his eyes you have literally nothing to be insecure about

⤷ your boyfriend is such a sweetheart, as soon as he realises that you're unhappy with yourself he starts showering you with even more compliments and affection than usual and doing whatever he can to see you smile

⤷ with the way he was teased about his height growing up, he definitely knows what it's like to feel inferior to others because of something you have no control over, and so he can empathise with the frustration you feel and the way you can't help but compare yourself to those around you

⤷ but that doesn't mean he won't do whatever he can to try and change the way you feel about yourself

⤷ while hinata is the literal definition of a ray of sunshine, if he ever overhears anyone making a joke or comment about your chest size you'll see a completely new side to him— his smile will vanish and he'll become incredibly serious and hostile, glaring daggers at the person who dared to speak about you like that

⤷ while he knows he won't be able to magically get rid of your insecurities, regardless of how much he wishes he could, he hopes that if he keeps on telling you just how perfect you are that one day you'll start to love yourself as much as he loves you <3

⭑ bokuto

⤷ it never even occurred to bokuto that you were self-conscious until you decided to open up to him about it

⤷ your boyfriend literally adores you and thinks he's so lucky that he gets to wake up next to you, and so he never imagined that someone as wonderful as you would ever think so negatively of themselves

⤷ when you did finally open up to him about your insecurity he honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing— he thinks you're so beautiful, how do you not see yourself the way he does?

⤷ bokuto didn't hesitate to engulf you in a big hug, pulling you into his broad chest and telling you that he loves you just the way you are

⤷ he's another one who is big on complimenting you, and he'll probably become a lot more touchy with you as well— but only if you're comfortable with it!

⤷ he also isn't the type to judge if you need a shoulder to cry on, and he will always be there for you if you're having a bad day and just need to be held as you let it all out

⤷ bokuto gets so upset whenever you make self-deprecating jokes or negative comments about your chest size, not only does it hurt to hear anyone talking badly about the literal love of his life, but it also breaks his heart that you don't see yourself as the amazing person he knows you are, and he's determined to convince you otherwise <3

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

#★彡 elle’s writings .ᐟ #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma x you #hinata shouyou #hinata x reader #hinata x you #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #𐙚 ‧+ ̊ ⋅fem .ᐟ #₊˚ෆ⊹₊ ⋆ suggestive .ᐟ

301 notes · View notes

msneedful-ispleaseful · 1 year ago

Text

Kenma! kinktober day 11

Kenma adores just having you on the floor beside or under his gaming desk. So much so that in between dying and respawning, he pulls down his joggers letting his hard dick slap his stomach and fucks it down your throat like you're a fleshlight with the little spurts of energy he gets between sets from the excess Gatorade he chugs while he marathons, imagine him just roughly disregarding your oxygen and deep throating you, cumming in a minute or two quietly and softly- as to not disturb the ongoing stream. then muttering a quiet “...sorry” before returning to his game and repeating the whole thing over again routinely despite the quiet apologies that always leave his mouth between moans, because he loves it so much he just cant stop.....

It’s a practiced routine, rehearsed nightly until it becomes muscle memory for you two, now days when getting ready for bed when you see kenma get ready to stream you crawl under his desk, settling between his legs— and then you wait.

You wait for the soft "Tut'" following the loud ‘K.O’ hear the snap of his waistband being tugged down under his balls, his already-hard cock presented to you, You open your slack jaw and lean forward.

You wait for his fingers to wrap around the base, run his palm down the length and give it two pumps, and then it’s pushed past your lips and grazing the back of your throat in one swift thrust. Drool pools past your lips at the sudden intrusion, dripping down your neck you gag at the head of his cock pushing in further, pushing in harder. your eyes burn and begin to water tears wetting your lashes and as he thrust faster you can’t. breath.—

But the seconds tick down on screen, you know it without needing to see it. because you can hear it 60-120 seconds before he has to go back to focusing on the game and ignoring your pleading eyes and desperate humps on his foot, you wet clothed pussy grind down slow and firm.

So you hold in your pleas, let your tongue flatten around the bottom of his cock and trace the vein that travels from the base up. Your hands finding his plump balls, stroking the skin with the pads of your fingers and squeezing them like kneeding balls you revel in the way they swell impossibly in your palm, pulse under your hand your sputtering and gagging increasing.

The steady slap, slap, slap, of every thrust only pushes his cock down further, buries your nose into the dark bush deeper, cuts off the oxygen supply to your brain even more. until you’re hazy, glancing up at him with glazed eyes but the figure in front of you is invisible, to blurry to be called anything but a swatch of colors.

You don’t notice the way his hips pick up speed anymore ,don’t care about the way his hands dig into your scalp and fuck your throat down onto the base like you’re nothing but an onahole kneeled prettily in front of him looking up at him with hearts in her eyes. By the time you come to, he’s sat back down on his chair with the waistband firmly snapped around his hips and you’re still kneeling there with cum collecting in your mouth.

You watch as his hands reach back ontop the desk, steady click clacking of the keyboard chiming back in like it never left, and when you blink up at him through glazed vision he looks down at you with a soft expression that says ‘sorry’.

It makes you blush, makes your heart pick up at the tenderness that rivals the roughness of his hips earlier, makes you forget about the cum that’s still sitting on your tongue until it drips down onto your thighs and mixes with the drool slicking the skin. So you swallow it, feel the creamy fluid trickle down your throat and nuzzle your cheek to his knee as a show of appreciation.

199 notes · View notes

mrs-kodzuken · 2 months ago

Text

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter seven

stay ari abdul

❝I hope I occupy your mind

No one deserves you, yeah you're mine

Only with you I feel alive

If you leave me here, I'll die❞

previous chapter next chapter

The layout of the hotel was simple, sleek and seemed perfect for two adults, except those adults would have to be in a relationship if there was only one bed—or close family members.

Strangely, you didn’t feel the least bit mad though, a bit overwhelmed with the whole gas leak situation and the fact that the receptionist lied to your face but other than that, it was like you were at home.

But tonight, you’d be sharing a bed with Kenma—and you both weren’t family nor very close; it kick-started a flutter in your heart.

You watched him gazing around the room, skipping over the other living human being too as he stuck certain things to mind, like which side of the room the bathroom was at, where the remote to the TV was placed, where you were staring at him from and so on.

Kenma didn’t know how to feel, especially about rooming with the girl he actually realized he has a miniscule—huge—crush for.

Kenma was hoping—alongside you as well—that tonight wouldn’t make anything more strange between the both of you, however, he could almost guess that it would be the case for the night.

Kuroo stayed at an Airbnb with his friends, Bokuto, Akaashi and other high school friends you had never met—you had taken the liberty yourself to ask—so, you had no choice but to stay in the hotel room with Kenma.

You weren’t complaining too much though because you had become more comfortable with him over this past week, so it didn’t bother you too much. Especially when you learned to put the whole ‘he masturbated to the thought of you’ out of your head, that did leave lingering feelings of a schoolgirl crush. It’s not like you would ever admit it though.

“So…” You trailed on to Kenma, “What do we do now?” You looked up from your standing spot, the hotel looked really nice.

You haven’t been to a hotel since your last vacation with your parents too. You tried to not be awkward with Kenma, flashes of your last talks with Akaashi were still fresh and at this point, you were too chicken to admit your feelings for Kenma.

“I guess just lounge til we're tired...?” He questioned, because that’s what he mostly does when his days off align with work and college. Now with you taking up even those rare days too, he needed a little quiet time in his head.

Kenma plopped down on the nearby, small sofa and pulled out his phone. You took that as a sign that he didn’t want to talk and then rolled your eyes.

“Okay, Kenma,” You responded, opening up Pinterest yourself. You didn’t like sitting in mere silence either, it was practically deafening—it made you uncomfortable. So, you realized after so long, you had been rambling to Kenma about the things you were viewing on Pinterest.

“Oh, I think I like this picture better though, it has ribbons on the screen unlike the last one, but the last one was super cute too, though…” You trailed, scrolling between two lockscreens on your phone.

You just couldn’t decide, and all Kenma could respond with was a “Mhm.”

That was until you found a quiz, “Hey, wait! Should I take this quiz that’ll tell me what kind of bread I am? I hope I’m sourdough, it’s delicious.” You asked Kenma, hoping this time he’ll respond.

He looked up from his phone to see you sprawled out on the bed, claiming it as yours. You looked cute as hell; Kenma couldn’t not soften his gaze from the random rambling you’ve been doing for the past hour.

“I think you’d be a sweet bread,” he said, not realizing how it sounded out loud until your head snapped up to meet his eyes that were trailed on your body.

“Like a coffee one because you drink it so often,” He hurried to add, alongside giving a fake snort to make it seem like a joke. Kenma didn’t want to be the person to initiate the conversation you both have been waiting for, but the buildup of talking was more nerve racking than seeing what was on the other side.

After that bit, you didn’t speak anymore but put on a random TV show that was on, after Kenma’s compliment, you were in your head about how you needed to say something—anything—to him about your feelings.

However, with the way he looks at you, so kind now, as if you both are dear friends, you just can’t. Not to mention, when he’s helpful or does things for you just because he wants to with no ulterior motives.

That’s what makes you swoon for him, and it sucked for you. Between the hours from then and now, it was a comfortable silence, Kenma had turned the side table lamp on instead of the big, overhead light.

You had completed the last bit of homework that needed to be done so you could relax for the rest of fall break, and you watched Kenma—without him knowing—turn his phone horizontal.

Watching his expressions when he was focused was mesmerizing to you, you couldn’t look away from him. Kenma’s appearance was also just one of those things that had you swallowing hard and clenching your thighs together, as much as you won’t admit.

Like a hawk though, the first yawn that escapes your mouth, he’s up. “Come on, I’ll order some dinner while you get ready for bed.” Kenma breaks you out of your trance-like state, not bothering that you are too tired to eat now.

“I don’t want to, I’m tired now,” You rolled over onto your face, your voice coming out muffled from the pillow.

“I don’t care, you’re eating. Get in the shower and don’t make me repeat myself.” You peeked from your pillow to him turned around, his backside facing you.

The rush of butterflies and urge in your lower abdomen was breathtaking. You never knew that Kenma could be assertive, but then again, you knew certain parts of him—only little tid-bits that he wanted you to know.

“Okay, fine.” You grumbled, trying to hide your flushed face with your hair as you trudged to the bathroom with your bag that you packed.

You could slightly hear him through the door, ordering dinner for the both of you, you did like that Kenma cared for you, it sent a rush of no other through your body.

After your relaxing shower, you were met with dinner, it was something simple, but Kenma knew your favorites after living with you for so long.

“Thank you, Kenma.” You smiled, happy that you were eating, having not realized that you were even hungry.

“Don’t mention it.” He stated, scrolling on his phone before throwing away the scraps of his food.

“I’m going to shower; I’ll sleep on the floor when I’m back.” He said, not turning back and was about to close the white door.

“Hey, what? No, you’re not. The floor is going to be uncomfortable to sleep on, you can’t.” You said confused, the bed was big enough, and more, for the both of you.

“No, seriously, I’m fine with the flo-”

“Do you not want to sleep with me? I showered, you know. I’m not dirty.” You were taking offense to his refusal, it’s not like you weren’t clean either.

“Oh my God, fine. I’ll sleep in the bed with you, okay?” He looked exasperated but couldn’t get over you asking if he didn’t want to sleep with you.

God, you were going to be the death of him, he thought as he shut the door behind him with a hard on. When he took his hair out of his ponytail, he ran a hand through it, trying to relieve the stress from the too tight hair tie.

But, of course, he knew that the hair tie wasn’t the problem, it was his dick. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he was about to do, especially with you on the other side of the door. Kenma turned on the shower, almost burning hot, just the way he liked it.

The thoughts of you filled his head, the way you laid on the bed, how comfortable you looked, asking you to sleep with him, you with your sleep clothes on. It was all becoming too much as his hand strayed towards his reddening cock, he slowly breathed, hoping to keep the noise down or that it would be muffled by the shower so your ears wouldn’t hear.

He would be painfully embarrassed if you knew that he got off to you, especially when you’re right through the door.

Kenma couldn’t help but to tightly shut his eyes as his hand squeezed his needy cock, God, he needed you, he craved making you his so he wouldn’t have to do this anymore.

His hand pumped up and down his dick rapidly, the slight papping noise of his hand hitting his skin making the illusion that the both of you were having sex.

He groaned loudly, his orgasm that he was trying to get away from, hitting him hard making his hips buck for more. Kenma tried to catch his breath in the deathly hot shower, almost suffocating as he watched his liquid be swallowed by the drain.

He immediately turned the shower cold as ice and hoped that you didn’t hear him as he finally started his ministrations of cleaning himself.

However, you on the other side of the door didn’t give Kenma any more thoughts when you heard a small clap of thunder reach your ears.

That was enough for you to focus on pulling up the weather app and hope that it wasn’t what you thought it was. Of course, to your demise, it was, and that only made things worse for you in particular.

You immediately grabbed the TV remote and wrapped it up inside the blankets so Kenma would have no choice but to watch something that would help you get through this night. And so, when you heard the shower stop, you gripped the remote a bit more and waited for Kenma to get out of the bathroom.

When the door creaked open, Kenma couldn’t help but to feel regretful that you’re in here bundled up because it’s storming outside, and he was in the bathroom masturbating to you.

However, he didn’t expect to see the kids show ‘Bluey’ playing on the large hotel TV screen very loud and proud though. Great, that’s something he’s going to have to listen to for the rest of the night.

He side-eyed you, to let you know he didn’t want to be watching this but the look you gave him was basically saying ‘remember what happened like a week ago’ so, he concluded the best thing to say was nothing.

“Are you okay? Is the storm making you nervous to where you can’t sleep?” He asked, climbing into the bed, trying to fend for some of the covers that you took.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to be watching this.” You shifted your eyes, feeling bad but preferred if you weren’t scared and crying all throughout the night.

Thunderstorms were something you hated, you couldn’t help but to be afraid of them, it probably stemmed from your childhood.

“It’s okay, try to get some sleep,” Was all Kenma said as you got comfortable, however Kenma on the other hand, didn’t. If he wanted more cover and not shiver all night as well as turn the TV down, he’d have to get closer to you in bed.

He decides to bite the bullet, and just scoot closer, what harm could there be?

As he got comfortable, he didn’t expect you to snuggle up closer to him, especially when you were more than likely asleep. He took that chance to grab the remote and turn the TV down a bit, it was hurting from how loud it was.

When Kenma finally settled back down, he realized how close you both were, he could feel how fast his heart was beating in your presence, not to mention that his dick was half hard even though he masturbated in the shower.

Kenma could feel his face flushing as he listened to your breathing, it was soft as he counted your breaths in and out. He definitely would not be able to sleep now, especially when the girl he’s been hateful crushing on is snuggled up right next to him.

Adamant to not make this night something sexual, especially since you’re afraid of thunderstorms, he holds you close like he did that night in your bed.

The rain sounds mixed in with the even breaths of you was soothing enough to probably let him sleep—if you didn’t shuffle around every five seconds.

It almost gives him a heart attack every so often when you shift in your sleep because besides being interested in a kids show, he keeps peering down at you and soft smiling, not being able to help it.

Kenma didn’t realize how long a kids show could actually be, especially when it just kept playing each episode without pause. He reached for the remote, eyes heavy, body wishing to sleep, and mind foggy, hoping to turn it off because it was practically two in the morning by that point.

That was until you stirred, waking up due to the lack of sound, in which Kenma pretends to be asleep, hoping that you didn’t catch him pretending.

All he heard from you was subtle mumbling about how he ‘shouldn’t touch the volume’ and to ‘mind his manners’. That was when he rolled his eyes while they were closed, hoping that it was enough for it to look like he was in REM sleep.

He felt you pat his cheek, trying to resist the rosiness that usually happens during close contact like this. When you shuffle a bit more, he peeks his eye open just very slightly, hoping to not let you see him.

Your hair was a mess, and you looked sleepy with a cute little pout because of the volume. Kenma felt like his heart was going to burst if you didn’t go back to sleep soon.

That was, until you kept whispering something he couldn’t hear until he focused on the sound and not your looks, “Kenma, I felt like a little creep that day when I peeked at you, and I’m sorry, but it’s nice to know you like me too.” You softly spoke, just shy of a whisper, hoping to not wake him and to go back to sleep yourself.

You felt better and went back to sleep with ease because you confessed and got it off of your chest. However, Kenma on the other hand was internally in shambles, he hoped to God you weren’t talking about what he thought you were.

If he wasn’t so close to you, he’d get up and leave without another word exchanged, it was embarrassing to know that you caught him masturbating to you, if he’s thinking of the day correctly. The whole situation you put him in was horrible, notably that the Bluey theme song was playing while his world was coming apart too.

When your breathing became even again, he had to remove himself just a little way away because his face was a rubescent color and his cock was rock-hard. Kenma stayed that way with you shifting every five seconds, making every minute worse for him until he could see the sun rising through the small emerge that was left open of the black out curtains.

However, that’s when you decide that you want to get up and greet the day, sleeping nicely all throughout the night, except when you had to get that small guilt-ridden comment off your chest.

You peered over at Kenma, feeling shy that you both were so close together last night, also because he was like a heat warmer.

Somehow, he still looked tired even when he was sleeping. “Good morning, Kenma.” You said softly, being sure to ease your way out of bed without waking him up, as well as turning off the TV for his sake.

Funnily enough, the only time Kenma was able to get some sleep was when you finally left the bed and probably were hungry for breakfast.

You, on the other hand, were ecstatic for today because this was the day that you were going to talk to Kenma, you decided it the moment you awoke from sleeping beside him. Your schoolgirl crush with him would be confronted and you’d feel so much better about getting all the feelings out instead of keeping them in.

You’re not in the hotel room when Kenma wakes up, as true, he barely got a wink of sleep, just shy of an hour because the check out time was coming soon.

He decided to leave while he still could and not have to face you right now, it was kind of a shitty thing for him to do, he thought as he got dressed and put his shoes on. But, nevertheless, he’d see you at home anyways, Kenma just needed a little refuge for right now.

Especially since he was your refuge/safe place all night.

When Kenma’s leaving with his backpack on, there’s plenty of people in the hotel hallways, people coming back from lunch, collecting their things to check out, even the cleaning staff too. I

t was understandable that he bumped into someone, but he didn’t bother looking back in such a crowded hallway, however, he didn’t realize that the someone was you.

And if he had seen you, the confused expression on your face as to why he was leaving when you had just got his portion for breakfast and bumped into you without saying anything.

That kind of hurt your feelings as you stood there in the hotel hallway, not sure what to do.

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

a/n: hiii! i hope you like the update and enjoy :)) we're coming to an end in a few chapters, so excitinggg ! <3

tag list: @geektastic84 @lavanderdreamve @hhoneyhan @kirikeijii @marsoverthestars @nymphsdomain @justagirlnamedkai @kodzukein @74zix47 @kakuzone @jaeminaur @3lectraheart @ookamiakasuna @22marie16 @jlly1 @aldebrana @kad0o

@deftrow allowed me permission to make this/it's their idea from A03!! all i did was create a multi-chapter fic of it :) i made the banner!!

62 notes · View notes