#no matter how smart kitty kuroo thinks he is

[kurosukii]

BESTIE SOBS ILY;; Bokuto would be pawing at ur feet when ur back and Kuroo would just come and flop on you . He’d definitely grow up thinking he’s a dog please

“who’s my best boy?”

you coo in the most childish voice you can manage, heart warming when you hear your puppy boy yip and whine in happiness.

his long and thick tail thumps on the floor as you scratch behind one of his fluffy ears, making him whine as he ducks his head under your skirt, nostrils flaring as he inhales your growing arousal. bokuto whines loudly at your sweet scent, his fat puppy cock straining in his shorts as his tongue reaches out to get a taste.

your kitty boy isn’t as excited, or so he would like to think. his feline eyes watch in mock disdain as the whiny puppy at your feet pushes your back against the door, his strong arms lifting your legs over his shoulders as a mix of growls, moans, and loud slurps fill your living room.

“didn’t you miss me, kitty?”

you pout, which is then followed by a moan as your puppy’s tongue slips inside your gummy walls. your eyes are glossy, fingers tugging on his silver and black hair as his ears twitch with every lick and slurp.

kuroo purrs, cock stirring in his shorts as he watches your face contort in pleasure. he wasn’t expecting you home so soon, having just finished cumming all over your shirts and panties a few minutes ago—whatever, he can always blame it on the overeager puppy.

his agile legs lead him to you, large paws immediately cupping your tits and teasing your nipples. your moans increase in volume as your eyes flash with a knowing glint.

your cat isn’t as slick as he think he is—it’s practically written all over his face.

silly little kitty, does he think you don’t know the the smell and taste of your kitty boy’s cum?

[ivyfics]

We love you ( Just like This)

The last month taught Tetsurou he had a lot of feelings but none of them were exactly like this.

Brain beehive.

That’s what it was.

Loud fucking bees. That or a staticky tv that shrieked every so often.

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Series: Being Gross Chapter: 4/? Pairing: KuroTsuki Rating: E

Tiny chap showing Kuroo’s side of the call

The walk back to the apartment was an experience.

Somehow he managed to not only walk to the register and order but also get his order right, even if he’d forgotten all about the warm cup in his hand until he was setting it down in the kitchen. When Tetsurou’s head was back on straight, he was going to thank the heavens for making sure he didn’t get run over in his haze.

Talking to Akemi proved his instinct to flee absolutely correct.

Accurate.

Right, for once in his life.

Don’t go there. That’s not true.

Venturing to the outside was an absolute failure, accomplishing the opposite of what he intended to do in the first place,  and Tetsurou found himself exactly where he was before he left only with an extra blanket, more dread, and a weird ooze of equal parts numbness and worry.

Light blinked at him from where he stared at his phone’s screen go black. He tapped it back to life, conversation with Tsukki bearing into his skull. Usually staring at it brought him nothing but joy. Now it was more of a low buzzing in the back of his head that got incrementally louder until he couldn’t hear himself think.

The last month taught Tetsurou he had a lot of feelings but none of them were exactly like this.

Brain beehive.

That’s what it was.

Loud fucking bees. That or a staticky tv that shrieked every so often.

He was angry, too, that a single person had enough hold on him to turn him into whatever this was.

The logic part of his brain was fucking him over. Tetsurou was moderately smart if his scholarship was anything to go by (and if there happened to be any kind of university staff present then Tetsurou is a genius deserving of their free education), based things in logic, on science.

How else could he explain that it affected him so much unless whatever Akemi said was true?

Tap. Another tap.

Tsukki’s last message burned a hole in his retinas.

<< Already here

<< I see Yamaguchi

<< Talk to you later

Tetsurou wanted nothing more than to talk to him, spam him with useless messages just to know that for a second Tsukki would be thinking of him, wouldn’t  forget about him, no matter how momentary. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt like he was intruding, clingy. Unwanted. A mental image of Tsukki looking down at his phone and huffing in annoyance was on loop, overlaying over itself whenever Tetsurou’s hand itched to press a message.

How lame. Pathetic.  

That one was new. Must have rubbed off from when Tsukki said it.

This was the worst.

Day one and already Tetsurou was a downer.

Knocks on his door filtered in with the rest of his thoughts, followed by, “Uh, Tetsu.”

Tetsurou cleared his throat, still dry from the cold air outside. “Yeah,” he said, then repeated when the first one was barely audible.

“There’s a full to-go cup in the kitchen. It’s cold. Are you sulking because Tsukki left?”

Tetsurou winced, unable to hide it.  “A little.”

Tetsurou’s answer a green flag, Bokuto pushed the door open. Eyes landing on him, Bokuto whistled, “That doesn’t seem like a little. That’s a whole lot of sulking you’re doing there. You okay?”

Instead of answering, Tetsurou began, “So I ran into Akemi at the coffee shop today.”

Bokuto froze. “Shit.”

“That sounds about right.”

Eyes narrowed, Bokuto came closer. Finger pointed accusingly at Tetsurou, he picked up steam. “She said something, didn’t she. She always says something. Fuck her and her big mouth.”

“Nothing that isn’t true,” Tetsurou said defeatedly.

“That sounds like a lie because that woman is incapable of saying anything nice about you and you are the nicest person alive, but okay,” Bokuto jabbed back. “What’s on your mind?”

Tetsurou’s laugh was forced, phone going black again and being dropped next to him on the bed. “Nothing. Everything. The reality of my life.”

“That you’re awesome and are gonna drink yucky cold coffee because you’re disgusting like that.”

“Fuck you, lattes are good even when they go cold, I’ll not have this slander in my house,” Tetsurou deflected.  Bokuto was eerily good at detecting bullshit when it was coming out of Tetsurou’s mouth like this, so he’d get the truth out of him eventually. Maybe not all of it, not the things that may include him in it. Tetsurou did not want to say anything that would hurt Bokuto in any way.

Relenting to coming clean with at least a part of it, Tetsurou turned on his side to face him, unable to look at Bokuto in the eye. “Okay, before you say anything, just hear me out. Tsukki goes back home, in the time he’s there he realizes how completely out of my league he is and how he could be dating literally anybody else, then proceeds to dump my ass.”

Bokuto chuckled, chuckled, as if this wasn’t the best part of Tetsurou’s heart on the line, “Nah.”

Shuffling some more to get some of the twitching out of his body, Tetsurou continued, mumbling, “He could have anyone, you know. Like an actual real relationship with somebody else, he’s not emotionally stunted or whatever.”

Bokuto’s face did the thing when he’s not sure he’s hearing something right. “Hey, don’t,” he protested.

“I mean it. He’s so pretty Bo, and smart, and snarky, and funny and he’s liked other people. Loved other people,” Tetsurou sighed out, aware of how his face took on that dumbfounded look that came to life whenever he talked about Tsukki but oblivious to the pained edge to it.   

Tactile as he was, Bokuto was already coming closer, knee dipping the bed. A point of warmth in the wave of ick that flowed through him. Tetsurou owed Bokuto so much already, always being there. He spoke with conviction, completely sure of what he was saying. “Yeah, but those people aren’t you. Where is this coming from? From whatever whats-her-face said? Because I’ll fight her, you know I will, I don’t give a fuck.”

Tetsurou took a deep breath. Keeping this in to fester inside him was not the right way to go about this. He knew that. Bokuto would never judge him for whatever ran through his brain, he knew that too. It was the only thing that kept his mouth going. “I can’t do this… thing with anyone else. I tried, really tried. You remember Akemi. I just kept hurting people. I thought I couldn’t at all and then he showed up again and it was like ‘Hey, at least I’m not all the way broken.’ That’s a lot to put on him.”

Tetsurou curled inward with every word, the next releasing breath flowing through his limbs and spreading along the one that thought he’s kept tighter to him than the rest, “What if he’s putting up with me because he knows that.”

Bokuto rebuked it immediately. “Nah, bro.”

Tetsurou shot him a disbelieving stare.

Bokuto sobered up, laying a hand on his shoulder, and when Tetsurou didn’t lose the face, becoming an octopus around him. “Tetsu, listen to me. He’s not putting up with anything. You love each other so much it’s too cute sometimes, borderline disgusting. That’s coming from me, and my love for Akaashi is another level.”

“At least you’re aware of it,” Tetsurou tried to joke, mirth behind it a complete forgery.  

They laid there in silence, Bokuto’s grip on him not loosening one bit. It was comfort in it’s purest form, the heat of Bokuto’s body against his. A long time ago he thought himself in love with Bo and in moments like this he could see why. Tetsurou melted into it, trying his best to forget his run-in with Akemi, trying to find truth in Bokuto’s encouragement, in the physical presence of his support.

He was halfway to unconsciousness when Bokuto’s voice rumbled between them. “Hey, Tetsu?”

At Tetsurou’s hum, Bokuto continued, “You’re not half broken. You’re not broken at all; you don’t need to be fixed or put up with. Tsukki loves you. We love you, just like this. Exactly as you are. Please remember that.”

Bokuto was not a liar. That got Tetsurou up from bed. It drove him to drink the coffee he spent money on— Fuck Bokuto for hating on him, it was good, even if he did end up reheating it—lead him to his basket of goodies perched in his bathroom.

Clad in a casual set of Hello Kitty pajamas Tetsurou spread a chocolate mask on his face, hair littered with tiny kittens while going over pictures of them on his phone. Most of them were of Tsukki, unaware that they had been taken. 

It was lame. Kind of creepy, if you really went there. 

Tetsurou knew this.

Bokuto might have gotten him out of bed and into doing some self-care things, but he didn’t erase Tetsurou’s worry. Swiping another picture of Kei on his phone, Tetsurou made up his mind.

When Kei returned, that’s when Tetsurou would bring it up.

Hey moonshine, welcome back. I’m scared that I’m guilting you into being with me because I can’t seem to work right in the whole emotions department and I’m apparently no good at not hurting others. I’m also incredibly jealous of you and all my closest friends because they’re loved in a way that I’m not. Anyway, how’s the fam?

Tetsurou snorted. Fuck.

Boyfriend of the year.  

Alone as he was since Bokuto had some babysitting to do there was no one to witness Tetsurou rolling on the floor, hands covering his recently washed face. Not great for his pores, fantastic for the building panic. If there was one thing he did not want it was to jeopardize what he had with Kei.

He loved Kei so much. So much more than he thought he’d be able to love anyone.

Thinking about the way Kei woke up in the mornings, groggy and trying to blink out the blurriness from his eyes before remembering he can’t see right made Tetsurou’s chest fill with giddiness. On some level he knew that when he brought this up Kei would tell him none of it was true. The guilt-tripping, not the waking up thing, he had that shit on video and could present hard evidence to the court.

It was the what if , the off-chance, that brought the fear.

Biting his lip Tetsurou stared at the ceiling, lost in thought until the vibration from his phone pulled him back. A new message from Kei had his lungs jumping and trying to leave through his trachea, racking cough making him splutter harder.

MOONSHINE<3[10:23 PM]

<< [img sent] << How did u know about these?

A picture of the cute ass strawberry he found online and the gift card for the bakery Yamaguchi had told him about were set next to each other on what Tetsurou would assume was a blue comforter, fuzzy red sock peeking in the corner.

Hey, those were Tetsurou’s socks.

Sneaky thief.

His sneaky, sarcastic thief.

How embarrassing that a little thing like stolen socks already made him feel better.

>> i may or may not have bribed yamaguchi with candid pictures of you

He was staring at those very pictures while sulking, insecure puddle that he currently was, just seconds ago. Tsukki responded immediately, a tiny smile cracking Tetsurou’s face.

<< So this is what betrayal feels like

>> you got cake tho

<< True

<< Speaking of 

<< [img sent]

Whatever Tetsurou was expecting, that was absolutely not it. Christ.

Thank you, baby Jesus, for not only you get presents on this holy time.

>>  did you just

>>  call your ass cake

Tsukki took longer to answer this time, Tetsurou’s eyes glued to the screen in front of him. In his whole crisis pit Tetsurou had actually forgotten about the lacy thing he slipped into Kei’s present.

<< I send you a picture of my ass in lingerie

<< That you got for me

<< And all you care about is if I called it cake

Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to fixate on when your boyfriend sends you something racy but the banter they had going on was doing more to soothe Tetsurou’s soul than how fan-fucking-tastic Kei’s ass looked in that picture. Fear not, when Tetsurou was feeling less icky he was absolutely jerking off to that. Multiple times.

He needed their dorky moments right now.

>>  YOU MADE A PUN TSUKKI

>>  THIS IS A BIG DEAL

<< Can’t we just sext like a normal couple?  

Tetsurou sighed. He could say no, and then Kei would probably figure out something was wrong. Any type of picture, mostly including the semi-nude and nude variety from Kei have never been turned down. They were met with utmost enthusiasm and similar replies.

You could just tell him you’re feeling like a shoe and need some reassurance.

Yeah, nothing like insecurity to get things going down there.

Fuck.

Tetsurou wasn’t completely uninterested. It was Kei, that alone had something going on.

He trudged to the bathroom to wash off his face mask.  

>>  fine

>>  be that way

>>  [img sent]

>> Tetsurou

<< I can’t get hard when you’re wearing baby cat hairclips

<< That are a matching set with Kenma’s

<< I can’t

<< It’s wrong

Oh. So that’s how it was going to be? Hello Kitty was game but suddenly the hairclips were not? 

>>  you know what

 Tetsurou pressed the call button, face set. Kei took less than two rings in picking up. “You can’t give me kitten hair clips and expect me not to wear them, Tsukki. You can’t,” Tetsurou huffed out.

He was standing firm on this. He loved them. All of them.

“It’s not about if you wear them or not, just take them off when sending me nudes,” Kei hissed. “That’s all I’m asking. I don’t want to become someone who can get hard even when you’re wearing them. Especially when calling them kitten hairclips, Tetsurou.”

Tetsurou grabbed at his hair, exasperated. “What’s wrong with kitten hair clips!?”

“I gave the exact same set to Kenma, who put them on immediately, and whom you happen to call Kitten. It was heartwarming. Don’t tarnish something nice, you savage.”

Oh. Yeah.

That was heartwarming.

Kenma sent him a picture earlier in the day before it all went to garbage. No caption, just a close up of his hair. Tetsurou hadn’t sent one back, even if he’d been wearing them for the better part of the evening. He always sent Ken a picture of their matching things.

That made him droop. “Yeah, okay, you win that one.”

“Humanity wins,” Kei snarked back.

It was perfect.

His voice was perfect.  

He missed Kei so much.

It hasn’t been a single day and I’d give my left nut to hug him.

Tetsurou’s forehead hit the door jamb with a small thud, eyes closed.

I’m scared. It’s too much.   

“Is everything alright?”

Had Tetsurou said anything? He’d been silent the whole time, hadn’t he. Fuck. Trying to replicate what he sounded like when he was a normal, functioning human being, “Yeah. I tried one of the facemasks earlier and my face is pimped. How is everything over there? Everyone doing okay?”

A small pause.

Please, for the grace of baby Jesus, keep talking. Say anything .

“Fine,” Kei hummed, “ Yamaguchi is an evil lord in disguise, like always. Aki keeps hovering over Saeko-nee until she yells at him; she’s barely even showing. I gave them your present.”

Baby J, you never fail me.

Releasing a breath, Tetsurou marched back to his pile of blankets, chest unconstricting. “Oh? What did they say?”

“Nothing, they want to open it when Mom gets here.”

Kei’s voice was a balm. Tetsurou could hear him talk for hours. Settling back, he wiggled to get the fluff just right, “Did you set up the angel?”

“What?”

That’s a no. “Yeah, the one with glass wings, I think?”

“I haven’t yet. Thanks for reminding me.”

“Your mom specifically called you so that you would set it up, so it seemed like it was important.”

Shuffling filtered through Kei's end. “There’s a story there, you know."

That sounded like the start of something, and Tetsurou's eyes shut, content with listening to Kei go. “Really?”

“It was the first gift my mom gave– uhm, my other mom.” Tetsurou chuckled at Kei’s hesitation. Talking about his moms was a recent development and he was still getting used to using his French in regular conversations.

This was going to be painful for Tetsurou, but he’d take if it meant he could hear Kei talk all night. Soothing one discomfort by poking at another. What a day.

“Maman was spending her first Christmas here, away from her family and in a foreign country where holidays don’t mean the same thing. I told you, remember? That Christmas is something you do as a family in France? It’s not a day you spend with only your lover.”

Tetsurou hummed. How could he forget? On the list of thing that summed up the difference in their family life that had been one of the most recent ticks. Kei was so peaceful when telling him about it, so much that it mostly covered the sting.

“So maman was feeling bad but trying to bottle it up–”

Kuroo interrupted. “So that’s where you get it from, it’s genetic.”

“–and having a hard fucking time, Tetsurou.”

“Anyway, she and mom were friends and mom noticed and figured it out, and maman kept drawing these angels on the edges of her sketchbook, so mom bought this angel ornament–”

Kei’s voice cracked, followed by silence.

“Yeah?” It might sting but Tetsurou still liked hearing about it, vicariously living through whatever Kei told him next.

“Yeah. Uhm- so. Maman did some Christmas shopping here and sent it back home to France, but since mom was her only close friend here she bought her something too. ”

“That’s… kind of adorable and sad but not?”

“Such a poet. Calm down there, Neruda.”

“Anyway, they meet up for—” Kei’s voice cracked again, what on earth? “—coffee and they chat, and randomly mom tells her that she knowns maman’s been feeling homesick so she got her a Christmas present to celebrate like she does, and maman pulls out her gift and tells her she also got included in the gift giving this year.”

Kei paused again.

Did this boy not know how to tell a story? Tetsurou was not here for the suspense. He was now emotionally invested, eyes wide open. Lay it all out. “And,” Tetsurou prompted.

“And so maman unwraps her gift and starts cracking up. Then it escalates to full-blown cackling. Mom’s put out because ‘hey, I put a lot of thought into that, so what if the angel’s a little wonky you little shit’—”

“Ah, so you take after that mom,” Tetsurou grinned, having been on the end of one of those lines more than once.

“—which only makes maman laugh even harder. So now mom’s pissed, but maman grabs the unwrapped gift and lo and behold–”

“Wait.” Could it be? That was not happening. That would be too much, how much more adorable does a family get. “No fucking way–”

“Another angel but with ceramic wings ‘cause mom liked plates and stuff,” Kei ended, pleased tone leaking through. 

Enjoyment rose through him, cutting away everything else for a moment. “Holy shit, that’s incredible. Oh my god, your moms are so rad.”

“They tell that story on Christmas, every year. They get drunk on wine they tell us that story. So, yeah it’s really important.”

Kei was so fucking soft.

So, so soft.

Like marshmallow fluff, sinking into every crack of Tetsurou’s body. Every twist, subduing the buzzing in his head.

...Aaaaand then Tetsurou’s brain had to ruin it.

So that’s what that love sounds like.

Tetsurou ached.

He wanted.

Wanted to have something like that, wanted to be a part of that. All he could do was try, try to not let it seep into his words, try to keep the vines around his lungs away.  

“It sounds like a one of a kind thing,” he said, failing miserably.

It came out as an afterthought. A cloud floating between them. “Next year.”

Tetsurou paused, head cocked. “Tsukki?”

“Next year come with me. Spend Christmas with me here. You should hear it in person, Tetsurou.”

And Tetsurou sunk.

Sunk, far, far down, deep into the softness of Kei’s voice when saying his name. The same amount of soft, softer still, cotton rough when compared to what Kei whispered into every syllable.

There was an eternity of silence between them. 

Tetsurou couldn't speak.

What did you say to that? How did you respond?

Again, at the end of a breath.

Ah, so that’s what that love sounds like.

“Tetsu?”

Kei’s voice was slow, asking.

As if there is anything other I could say.

Sight blurry, third try the charm, Tetsurou’s breath holding him still, he accepted every hidden promise. “Alright, Kei. Next year.”