#kuroo.babes

[pinkoushi]

revenge

summary: kuroo had always been a big fan of teasing, riling you up for hours on end without letting you cum. you figure it’s time for some revenge

warnings/contains: dom!female reader, sub!kuroo, edging, oral (m receiving), handjob, kuroo cries a little <3

word count: 1.7k

A/N: i.. dont really have anything to say heheh hope you enjoy!!

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The endless teasing. That’s how you would describe yours and kuroos sex life. His fingers trailing over your shaking body, laughing when you beg for him. Bending down to let his breath fan over your glistening pussy, only to move away when you start bucking your hips and whining.

It was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

Kuroo has a strong grip on you, rolling his hips down against yours while you kiss. He swallows all your moans and sighs, returning them with grunts and the throbbing of his cock against your crotch. He’s just gotten home from work, seeing you laying on the bed in just a t-shirt and panties and he was ready to pounce right away. All according to plan. He’d growled when you spread your legs, inviting him to lay between them. His lips quickly pressed against yours, hands running up and down your sides and his hips pushing tightly against you.

“you’re so sexy” he groans out, his mouth moving down to your neck and latching on, one of his hands moving under your t-shirt. Your hands clawing at his clothed back, wrapping your legs around his waist and making him moan out in surprise. One of your hands move up to his hair, gripping it tightly and pushing him closer against your neck, sighing in pleasure.

“you have too many clothes on” you huff suddenly, pressing your hands against his chest and pushing him off and onto his back next to you. Climbing over him, you smirk, and he quickly follows along, putting his hands behind his head. Your fingers trail over his chest, carefully undoing the buttons and leaning down to kiss his chest every time more skin is exposed. He’s watching you with half closed eyes, breath hitching every time you rock back against his straining cock, pushing against the material of his pants.

“hurry up” he’s getting impatient, pushing his hips up to press the bulge against your ass while you’re pressing kisses all over his torso. You only hum, looking up and climbing up to his face. Your lips land on his neck while your hands, along with his, remove the shirt from him completely. He holds the back of your neck to guide you to his lips, goosebumps rising on his skin, making you smile. His body was always so quick to react to your touch.

You let him take the lead for a moment longer, your fingers trailing over his chest and moaning in appreciation. His skin is smooth, the smallest definition of muscle under your fingers. His office job left him more static compared to his athletic youth, but he still kept up enough exercise to stay lean and strong. Not that it ever mattered to you, his health and well-being was always your priority. And getting justice, in this case.

Shuffling down, you flash him another smile and seat yourself on his thighs, your nails running down his tensing stomach and running a feather light finger just over the top of the pants, glancing up when you feel him twitch.

“come on already” he huffs, reaching down to grab your wrist. You swat his hand away, quickly undoing the belt buckle and button, pulling down the zipper. One of your hands are pressed to his hip, keeping him in place while the other moves under his briefs and pulls out his cock.

It’s flushed a dark pink, precum leaking from the tip. He’s nearly throbbing your hold, veins protruding from the shaft and you take a moment to trace over the biggest one, running from the base and nearly moving around the girth until stopping at the head. Gripping him firmly at the base, your other hand presses down on the slit, spreading the pooling precum around the spongey head, making him hiss. He’s always been so sensitive on the tip; you’ll never forget the first time you gave him head and he came as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip.

For now, though, you spit on your palm and start stroking him, smiling when his eyes fall close and hands return to behind his head. Deciding to take it easy on the first round, you simply let your free hand roam his torso while humming praise falls from your lips.

“such a pretty cock, so so big” you gasp, trying to maintain the submissive façade until it’s too late for him to stop you.

“yeah? It’s all yours” he chuckles, basking in the praise and attention, thanking all the stars in the sky for making this happen. Work hadn’t necessarily been stressful or tiring, but he missed your touch all day and now he was finally getting it. Of course, he was going to enjoy it. Breathy moans and sighs fall freely from his parted lips, his thighs slowly tensing and relaxing under you. He quickly gets louder, breathing speeding up along with your steady pumping. “fuck- I’m close” he manages to grunt out, eyebrows pinching together while he gets louder. He stars squirming slightly, gripping his hair and groaning, he can nearly taste his orgasm.

That’s when you pull away. You drop his cock, smirking and quickly leans over his body to grip his arms, pinning them behind his head. His eyes shoot open, confusion and frustration swirling in them while he struggles in your hold. You simply coo at him, faking a pout and planting all your weight down on him.

“I never said you can cum, pretty boy” you grin, gently kissing his neck until he stops squirming, frustrated huffs leaving him. “so, this is what’s going to happen. I’m gonna play, and you’re not gonna cum until I say you can, okay? No struggling either or you’re taking care of it yourself.” You mumble against his neck, nipping at the skin before pulling back up. “got it?”

“g-got it.” He grunts, shivering when you let go of his arms and pull back, returning your hands to his leaking cock. It’s gotten harder, precum leaking out steadily and smearing against his lower stomach. Licking your lips, you lean down while watching his face for reactions. Your tongue peaks out, prodding at the tip and dipping down into the slit. He immediately tenses up, groaning and tugging his hair. “f-foul play” he stammers, making you smile. Your lips wrap around the tip, suckling softly while your hands tug on his cock, twisting them ever so slightly. He quickly tenses up again, groans getting louder and louder until his stomach and thighs flex. You let go of him once more, reaching up to press on his arms again, giggling when he thrashes under you.

“aw, that was a faster one, baby!” you coo, rubbing his arms with your thumbs, trying to help him calm down.

“yeah, because you pulled that shit, you know how- fuck- sensitive I am” he scowls, glaring up at you and trying once more to sit up.

“mmhm! You should just surrender now, I’m not gonna go easier on you~” you flick his nose, scraping your nails down his chest and stomach when you move back down to his cock. Your gentle fingers prod at the tip and veins, admiring the nearly purple flush covering the head. “it’s so pretty, would be a shame if you get to cum too soon”

He opens his mouth to speak, getting cut off by a loud moan when you take him in your mouth again. Slowly bobbing your head, you meet his eyes for a moment before he snaps them shut, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. He’s already being quite submissive, not even trying to move his hands from behind his head, despite it all. It makes you smile, or at least attempt it. Taking your mouth off his cock, you lick up some of the spit sitting on the head and pump him quickly, breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen you got while taking him down your throat.

“I-I’m close, fuck, please-“ you hum for a moment at his words, pretending to think while leaning down, opening your mouth as if to take him in again. He tenses up, squirming and panting, soft pleas passing his wet lips. You let your hot breath fan over the head for a moment before letting go of him, gripping his arms when you notice them twitching.

“good boy, tetsu” your voice is soft, kissing his neck and chest carefully when you feel him shaking, broken sobs escaping him. “aaw baby, why are you crying?” your hands cup his face, brushing away the tears running down his flushed cheeks.

“feels too- too good! P-please, just want to cum..” he cries, daring to take his hands from under his head to grab your arms, pleading with his eyes and wobbling chin. You only coo, pressing a kiss to his spit-covered lips.

“okay baby boy, I’ll make you cum.” You rub his cheek gently, letting go to put his hands back behind his head. Kissing down his chest, you reach his cock again and pushes the tip into your mouth again, sucking harshly and bobbing your head at a fast pace. It doesn’t take long before he tenses up yet again, broken sobs, moans and hiccups making his body shake. He knows you’re going to let him cum this time, but he can’t help but to worry that you might just pull away again.

You don’t. feeling his cock twitch, you give him a few more bobs before stopping at his head and sucking on it, your hands jerking him off eagerly. Watching him, it makes you shiver. His eyes are closed again, eyebrows pinched together while his lower lip and chin wobble beautifully, tears streaming down his face. His hips jump up and he groans loudly when his orgasm finally hits him. His hot and sticky cum fills your mouth, the tiniest bit seeping from the corners of your mouth and down his cock, joining your hands while you milk him dry. When his whines get louder you let go, swallowing the thick liquid in your mouth and climbing up to his side, curling up at his side and pulling his head down for a kiss.

He falls asleep soon after that, soft snores filling the room along with your pleased sighs and your gentle fingers tracing his chest.

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[pinkoushi]

Haikyuu captains with an s/o with anxiety

characters: kuroo, daichi, bokuto, oikawa, ushijima, all x gn!reader

warnings: descriptions of anxiety attacks, maybe a hint of angst on the oikawa one but nothing too bad

A/N: hellooo this one is roughly based off of my anxiety and anxiety attacks, so it’s a bit unintentionally focused on social anxiety..oops?

KUROO

the arena was packed, karasuno's game was an intense one, something Kuroo had predicted, and had asked you to go with him. your relationship was new, only having started 2 months ago, and you were flattered that he wanted to take you to go watch the game.

but, there was a problem that Kuroo didn't know about. you had anxiety, and were trying to go off your meds for the first time. this situation wouldn't normally be a problem, but with the lack of aid from your meds, you were quickly starting to feel overwhelmed. Kuroo and the people around you were focused on the game, screaming and cheering for the teams on the court, the tension in the air put pressure on your chest and slowly made it harder for you to breathe. your pulse was quickening, breathing got harder and harder, and tears started to well up in your eyes. the panic was starting to set in and Kuroo was oblivious to it all. you tried all your soothing techniques, but none worked. minutes felt like a lifetime as the panic rose and eventually broke down your wall, tears spilling down on your cheeks and you quickly stood up and hurried off the bleachers.

you found a bench near the infirmary where it was quiet. tears poured out of your eyes, muffled sobs left your lips as you desperately tried to calm down.

Kuroo was still watching the game, unable to tear his eyes from the tension. Yamaguchi was getting put in as a pinch server, something that was surprising to pull out this early, and Kuroo turned to you to explain what a pinch server was, when he realized you weren't there. his eyes darted around, trying to find you, and eventually asked Akaashi, who had been sitting next to you, where you had gone.

"hm? oh they left… about 10 minutes ago?" Akaashi said, only taking a brief look at his watch before continuing intensely watching the game.

Kuroo got up, suddenly very worried that something had happened. he hurried down the stairs, first checking the bathroom, and then finding you near the infirmary, crying quietly.

he rushed to your side, wrapping an arm around you, causing you to gasp.

"what's wrong (y/n)? are you okay?" he softly said, rubbing gentle circles on your arm. you couldn't answer, the anxiety attack squeezing your throat closed. Kuroo didn't pressure you, only sitting by your side, gently holding you. the attack calmed down, and your breathing got steadier.

"I'm sorry." you whispered, looking up at Kuroo, who was giving you a questioning look. "i should have told you, i have anxiety. that… was an anxiety attack." Kuroo gave you a kiss on the head before speaking.

"you have nothing to apologize for, but please let me know next time when you feel like you're getting an anxiety attack, okay? i hate the thought of you feeling like you have to deal with it on your own. we're a team now, right?" he smiled softly, and you nodded.

…

you stayed there until the first set was done, Kuroo softly telling you about what you had missed, all while still holding you close.

DAICHI

"darling, it's okay, we're not lost." Daichi said, despite knowing full well that you were very lost. karasuno had a game in Tokyo, and you had decided to tag along, partly to support your boyfriend and his team, and partly so you and daichi could do some tourism in the big city. all was going according to plan, the game was in the evening, so the team had decided to go on their separate adventures around the city. you dragged Daichi along with you to find some niche store you had heard of online. the store had been harder to find than you anticipated, and it was getting closer and closer until the team was supposed to meet up again.

"Daichi, you're supposed to meet up with the others in an hour and we have no idea where we are!" your hands were shaking, trying to read the map you had picked up at a souvenir shop. "okay, i think we're here? so we should follow this street." you said, pointing at a street lined with shops.

Daichi, however, had noticed your shaking hands and quick breaths.

"hey, (y/n), can i look at the map real quick?" he asked, taking the map from you. "yeah, so that would be the quickest way back, but i think we should take this street and then go that way."

"but that will take us 20 minutes longer to walk, if we go the quickest way we'll be back in like 40 minutes." you were trying to force your hands to stop shaking, opting for holding them together, and trying to make soothing patterns. you knew very well that an anxiety attack was coming up, but you were working with all your might to calm down to get Daichi back in time. you started going over the route in your head and biting off the skin on your lips.

"it's okay," Daichi said as he put his hands around yours, "I'll call coach Ukai and tell him we're going to be a bit late. your health is also important (y/n). they can head to the arena and we can meet them there." your breath was quickening and Daichi pulled you in for a hug. the dam burst and you started crying, shaking in his grip.

"it's going to be my fault that you're late, you should go without me." you managed to gasp out between sobs. you felt Daichi hum and shake his head.

"nope, not going to happen. the team can wait, they'll understand." he pulled away, only to hold your face in his hands and looking into your eyes. "you're the love of my life darling, I'm not going to leave you, not now, not ever."

BOKUTO

Bokuto may be dense as hell sometimes, but when you told him about your anxiety and anxiety attacks, he made a conscious effort to be more attentive. you had told him about the situations that usually would trigger your anxiety, and how to help you. Bokuto had even written these things down.. and then lost the paper. nonetheless, he was always on guard to help you in every situation possible.

one of your triggers were giving speeches, something you had told all your teachers, and most of them understood, except your English teacher, so when he handed out the assignment for speeches, he paid your anxiety no mind and had just told you to suck it up and that he didn't give special treatment.

the night before the speech was due and you were practicing in front of your mirror. English wasn't your best subject, and with the added pressure of the speech, you were having a difficult time memorizing the speech. after running through it for the 20th time, you let out a frustrated huff and dropped the paper on your desk, sinking to the floor. your mind was working in overdrive, counting up everything that could go wrong during the speech tomorrow. what if you tripped on your way to the front of the classroom? what if you dropped your paper? what if you mispronounced a word or said something wrong? what if, what if, what if? your felt the tightening of your chest, a warning of an upcoming anxiety attack. tears welled up and spilled over, sobs and shaking overtaking your body. you reached up to your desk with a shaky hand to grab your phone, quickly pulling up Bokuto's contact.

"hey hey heeey (y/n)! how's my favorite person doing?" Bokuto said as he answered the phone, you could hear the sound of people talking in the background, and Akaashi saying hello to you. crap, he wasn't alone.

"hi." you choked out, another sob overtaking you. you could hear your boyfriend's whole demeanor change.

"what's wrong? are you okay?" the screeching of a chair was heard, most likely Bokuto getting up and walking away from his friends to talk to you in private.

"the speech" you quietly said, tears still streaming from your eyes, your lips quivering.

"the speech? what speech?" Bokuto asked, mind not fully connecting the dots. you let out a sob, not being able to focus on giving him an explanation. suddenly, it all clicked. "ah wait, that English speech? i thought you had gotten a pass from all your teachers?"

"not from him." you whispered again, gasping a little for air, as the anxiety sunk deeper into your chest.

"that ass! okay, just hold on I'll be right there, you're home right?" you hummed in agreement as you heard the rustling of his jacket. "okay, you're okay, I'll be right there babe, don't worry we'll figure something out."

you nodded, breathing starting to get slightly easier. "i love you."

"i love you too" you could hear him trying to suppress a smile, "do you want to keep talking while i run to your house?"

OIKAWA

"ah thank you so much!" your boyfriend, Oikawa, said with a flirty smile to one of his fangirls. she had made him (and his team) volleyball themed cookies. Oikawa's smile made the girl blush and look away, saying something about how it was nothing, to which Oikawa insisted that it was very much something.

his fangirls were somewhat comfortable with him, some having stuck around for years and going to all of his games. your loving boyfriend insisted that they meant no harm, but their dirty looks and demeaning comments about you told a different story.

"does your partner bake for you, Oikawa?" one of the girls said, sending you a mean look as you stood with his team.

"no, they don't like baking." Oikawa said, still smiling sweetly.

"aah a partner that doesn't bake? aw, but you deserve to be treated with home-baked goods all the time!" the girl said, several others nodding in agreement.

you watched as one of the girls got confident, reaching out to touch his hand while saying "i would bake for you, Tooru~", her voice was sickly sweet and the rest of the girls watched in shock.

your breath hitched, heart beating out of your chest. Oikawa had his back to you, but you could see his shoulders tense at his first name being used.

"really? thank you so much!" Oikawa said, shoulders still tense, but you could hear the smile when he spoke. if he could only stop being polite for two seconds.

panic overtook you, he didn't reject that girl's advancements? you could hear the murmuring of their voices as they kept talking, but the sound of your heartbeat was drowning it out. your breath was quickening, tears slowly welling up in your eyes.

weren't you good enough for him? was he going to leave you for some fangirl? one who bakes? and spoils him? one who has been there since the start… it would make sense. your relationship was pretty new, and before dating him you didn't even really know of the volleyball team at school. of course he was going to leave you for one of them! you're not as attractive as them, not as devoted to his passions… not enough.

tears started falling from your eyes as you hurried away to the bathroom, escaping from Oikawa's flirty nature and the girl's nasty looks.

your sobs echoed in the small bathroom, hands shaking as you desperately covered your mouth to muffle the sound. your mind was spinning, the panic sitting in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

suddenly, a knock at the door.

"(y/n)? are.. you crying?" it was one of the volleyball members, a voice you recognized but couldn't place.

"i'm fine!" you said, holding back a sob but failing. well, that's embarrassing. you could hear his footsteps, running back to the team. seconds go by, you try to calm your breathing to no avail.

footsteps can be heard again, different ones but going faster.

"(y/n)? (y/n), babe, where are you?" it was Oikawa. you let out a whimper, enough to draw his attention to you. he knocked on the door.

"baby? are you okay? can you come out here please?" concern swallowed his voice, making your heart ache. you unlocked the door and walked out.

his eyes were full of worry when they met yours, your tear stained cheeks and shaking frame broke his heart.

"oh sweetheart, i got you." his arms wrapped around you, kissing you on the head and rubbing slow circles on your back. "do you want to talk about it?"

you let out a small sob, grasping the back of his shirt. "I'm not good enough for you."

any remaining pieces of his heart broke. he hugged you tighter, hoping his admiration for you would seep through his skin and on to you.

"(y/n), you're more than enough. you're everything to me."

USHIJIMA

university applications. the current target of your anxiety. you and your boyfriend of two years, Ushijima, were studying in the school library together, something you tried to do at least once a week. he was across the table from you, hand laying flat next to his textbook, the other neatly writing down notes. the library was quiet, only occasional coughs and turning of pages bouncing off the walls. quiet. too quiet.

math wasn't your strongest subject, something that made it very easy for your mind to drift away from the questions on the paper.

your grades had been slipping, not a lot, but enough to drag down your average. you're smart, but this being your last year in high school has put it's pressure on you. the looming university applications drifted into your mind, suddenly math seemed to be the least of your problems.

can you still raise your grades? or is it too late? what happens if you don't get into university? what if you miss one crucial question on the application and you automatically get dismissed and you don't even find out?

your grip on your pen tightened, mind reeling and breath coming out short.

your dear boyfriend however, was oblivious. his focus was entirely on his homework, knowing full well that he will get scolded by the coach if his grades drop too low.

but eventually, your erratic breathing caught his attention, him looking up just to see a tear fall from your eye and land on the open math textbook.

"what's wrong?" he said, hesitating before putting his hand over your shaky one.

a sob slipped past your lips and you slapped your hand over your mouth, panic flashing over your eyes as you jumped out and ran out, embarrassed by the loud noise. Ushijima hurried after you, quickly closing his book while doing it.

he finds you further down the empty halls of the school, curled up and shaking.

"(y/n)." he says stoic as ever, but you can see the worry behind his eyes.

"it's the uni applications.." you say, quietly, while letting out a shaky breath. Ushijima moves to sit down next to you, an arm going around your shoulders to pull you in to him.

"it's okay. you're smart. you will get in to your dream school." he tries the words of encouragement, and they help. the two of you sit there for a while, allowing you to fully calm down.