#kuroo drabble

[kiyuhai]

iwaizumi, Osamu, and kuroo(if you write for him) with a s/o that has mochi-like (face😭) cheeks?!

note. hi!! thanks for the ask hehe<3 honestly, it would range with squishing and biting. they get cuteness aggression. tbh, me too.

Iwaizumi Hajime

It was the first thing he noticed from you. Round cheeks that remind him of…. Hajime looked at the mochi in his hands, and slowly raised it up to compare it to your cheeks, even from far away. “.... Mochi.”

Oikawa gives him a look, glances over to where he was staring, then grins. “Ah, did you mean [Name]-san?”

“Is that her name?”

“Yes?? Do you think her name was mochi or something?”

“Well, she looks like one.”

--

“So is that why you call me mochi? I thought it was just a cute nickname!!” You huff at him, shifting away from him as you pout. Hajime laughs, and scoots closer, only for you to move away. This takes only a few more scoots before you reach the end of the couch and you simply cross your arms and pout. 

He pokes your cheeks, “It is a cute nickname! Because it matches you.” 

You squint. “Are you trying to get on my good side right now, Iwaizumi?” 

“Oh no, not the last name.” Hajime rolls his eyes, but his smile only widens. You catch a glint of mischief in his eyes and freeze.

“What- hold on, what are you doing–” 

Too late. 

He has his hands on your face, squishing and kneading like there’s no tomorrow and you splutter. “Haji?!”

“Shhh, let me squish your very squishy face.”

You pout, but that makes it worse. Resign to your fate, oh, mochi-cheeked lover. 

(when you try to move away, he bites your cheek. Its the cuteness aggression talking.

Osamu Miya

It was his nickname to you, since you were friends and since you started dating. It NEVER went away. “Mochi-cheeks.”

You glare. “I have a name, y’know?!”

“Yeah,” Samu shrugs. “But mochi-cheeks match you better.”

Your cheeks puff out and he grins, pointing to them. “See? Mochi-cheeks.” 

“Ugh, ‘Samu!” 

He just laughs, and reaches over to hold your face in his hands, ultimately squishing your cheeks together. “‘Samu!!” He squishes your cheeks again, and you groan. 

“What, Mochi-cheeks?”

“Stop– Squisfhing me!” Your words come out muffled when he stretches your cheeks and he simply grins. 

“Nah.”

You narrow your eyes at him and his stupid lopsided grin, but you don’t really do a thing to stop him anyways. So that’s your fault. 

Kuroo Tetsurou

He bites you. Bite you as in, BIG chomp, teeth on your cheeks, and you screech. Loudly. “KUROO!”

Kuroo only smiles, pulling away slightly, a glint in his cat-like eyes and you lower your body, quickly maneuvering yourself away from him. You raise your hands up against him as you say, “Stay! No!"

"What? C'mon, sweets! I'm not gonna do anythin'!"

"No! You're a biiig liar, Kuroo. No! Stay- Bad Kuroo!! Bad- YAH!”

Unfortunately for you, he’s taller, and much more agile, so now he has you in his arms, keeping you in place despite your squirming and attempts to run away. 

You try again, “Kuroo-” the warning in your voice goes unnoticed- more like ignored- and he takes a big bite of your cheeks. 

You screech. 

He laughs. The stupid, hyena laugh. 

You are so gonna kill him.

[swtnjk]

kuroo being a nerd while making you squirt for the first time

kuroo lays with his cheek on your thigh, his fingers twirling the hem of your shorts. he kisses your thigh, “baby…” he says softly.

you look down, “hm?” you put down your book. he pouts up at you, “i learned how to make you squirt while fingering you.”

you laugh, “what?” he nods. “i seen it! look!” he grabs his phone and opens twitter. he shoves his phone in your face, showing you a video.

you look at him, “seriously, kuroo?” he lays his head higher, on your stomach. “yes! i wanna try!” he whines. you put your book on the nightstand.

“fine.” he says a little yay! before removing your shorts. he’s fingered you before�� just never made you squirt from fingering.

he kisses your panties, “remember when i ate you out… through your panties?” he asks. you cover your face, “don’t remind me.” he smiles, “you were super overstimulated… it’s because of the pressure and tension of—“

“baby..” you stop him. he nods, “sorry.” his fingers carefully remove your panties. he kisses your clit instantly.

you gasp, “kuroo…” you say softly. you look down at him, your head on your shoulder. he stares up at you as his tongue flicks on your bud.

“ready?” he asks. you nod, “mhm.”

he sucks on your clit as his slender fingers enter you. you moan softly, biting your bottom lip. he hums, “good… good girl. i got you.”

your head falls onto the soft pillow, “i’m gonna start now, kay?” he says. you nod again, “o-okay…” his fingers pump in and out of you.

your wetness makes a squelching noise, “oh fuck…” you whimper. he continues to finger you as his lips wrap around your clit.

“i feel you… i feel you squeezing my fingers. you close?” he asks. you moan, “yes… yes…” he sits up more, his large warm hand pressing against your stomach.

“does this hurt?” he looks at you. you open your eyes again, “no, baby…” you reassure him. “tell me when i find it.”

his hand presses harder… and harder until you gasp and tremble, “oh fuck— kuroo.. baby— right there!” you moan loudly. he smiles, “right there?” you nod frantically.

he spits on your cunt as he leans back down, his hand still pressured against your stomach. his tongue attaches back to your clit.

you tremble and moan repeatedly, “f-fuck! it feels like i’m about to pee—“ you throw your head back. he devours you, “i know… it says that squirting feels like you’re supposed to be. even though i would be fine with you peeing in my mouth—“

“shut up… shut up, kuroo,” you whine as your fingers grip his hair. “baby—“ you breath heavily as your juices cover his face. he continues to pleasure you as your high goes down. he gets up, slapping your cunt.

“good fucking girl, baby! you did so good!” he smiles. you look at him. his spiky black hair now messy and covering one of his eyes. he looks down at your sheets, “made a mess but it was worth it, right?” he kisses your cheek.

you lay down, shy and tired.

[taintedtort]

" LET‘S GET DIRTY! "

summary. things you do that turn them on

characters. hinata, kenma, kyotani, kuroo, nishinoya

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

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

link to pt2 , pt3 , pt4 , and pt5

☆ — HINATA

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

"cmon… squeeze harder, baby."

☆ — KENMA

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

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

"mmh— shush, i’ll get you a new one."

☆ — KYOTANI

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

"fuck! jus' like that…"

☆ — KUROO

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

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

☆ — NISHINOYA

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

"you’re so naughty, babe…"

hi! thanks for reading :)

rules+masterlist

[clawsdevour]

how long?

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-timeskip, smut, kuroo x reader, not proofread

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"ha.." kuroo's hot breath tickles down your neck, sending you chills down your spine the moment his cold fingertips teased your dripping folds that ached for his simmering touch.

"how long has it been since we've been like this?" snarky eyes hiding sinful desires peering up into your glazed stare, followed by a smirk curling onto his lips.

those fingers made their way into your searing cunt that've been waiting for far too long. kuroo's job kept you two apart until season was over as you craved for him.

his delicate slender digits scissored inside you, creating impeccable moans that kissed his ears as he started to form a tent in his stiff work pants.

crying out in pleasurable and joy, kuroo's hot lips land multiple gentle kisses on your warm flushed skin whilst bearing the hardness to tend to your needs.

reaching deeper into your nether regions with each push and shove the satisfaction of his fingers gave you felt that pent up tension that oh so wanted to be released at any given moment.

your legs squirmed in stimulation, almost pushing him away as you took in all the sensations that made your whole body quiver with his strokes.

"tell me when you want it.. or beg," kuroo whispered, letting out a seductive snicker resonating at the crest of your ear.

whimpering out in pants of breathlessness, attempting to murmur out words that he wanted to hear you begged.

granting your wish, he immediately took out his fingers that're coated with your shining juices while he's hastily working off his belt. wasting no more time, he couldn't wait anymore.

unzipping his pants and letting his length out for your viewing pleasure, he stroked as the stiffness was irresistible, especially with the sight of your legs wide open to welcome him back home.

cat-like eyes darted to make contact with yours, nodding at him to put it in he obeyed.

sliding his thick cock on your slit to cover himself with your essence, the sensitive feeling washing over you before he lined himself at your entrance.

sharp eyes focused on watching his tip slide into your tight core fixed his whole day.

kuroo's low groan came out of his mouth the moment his whole cock's situated inside your heat-emitting cunt that wouldn't let him go.

"i missed you," kuroo heaves out of breath.

masterlist here

[quirrrky]

—•✦ THE BOY IS MINE

OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him

≡ NOTES ⋮ I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri 😭 I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!

OIKAWA

You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, you’d think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend.  

Still, you didn’t bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every sense––the most beautiful in his eyes.  

Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.

He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly.  

You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didn’t mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever he’d feel inadequate.  

You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player who’s around the same age as him.  

The two of them were the top players of their teams–the most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side.  

“Oh! They look so good together!” You heard those around you murmured.  

“Maybe they’re dating...” The others speculated. 

A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe.  

You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere.  

T-Tooru?  

He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you. 

“Practice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me it’s not just that,” Tooru responded to the reporter. “We all need a lucky charm, I tell you.” He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, “And I got mine right here.”  

You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didn’t matter in that moment.  

The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match.  

“How ‘bout a good luck kiss, huh?” He teased.  

“W-What’re y-” You weren’t even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. “Tooru!” You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out.  

Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, you’ve got nothing to worry about after all.  

KUROO

It’s a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time he’d be giving a welcome remarks to open his institution’s black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech.  

As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple. 

However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look.  

Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books you’d encounter in bookstores’ new adult section. It’s no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like he’s a piece of hunky meat they’d jump on at any moment. 

Deep inside, you’d want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well?  

Do you even look good beside him? 

Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honey—you’re Kuroo’s most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply you’re the object of his desires, adoration and affection.  

Wasn’t it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldn’t bear the eyes of these bastards on you.  

Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking you’re receiving and him being disregarded like he wasn’t even there when he’s the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person.  

He promised he’d behave himself and keep the PDA on low since today’s a formal event, but it looked like he won’t be keeping up with that anymore. 

Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder.  

You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. “What...what are you doing?” you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder.  

“Showing them who you belong to.” 

Internally, you’re partying. You’d be lying to say that you didn’t want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. “Okay, just don’t overdo it.” 

A lopsided grin appeared on his face. “Not very sure about that.” 

BOKUTO

At last, your fiancé, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since he’s been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, he’ll be coming home after playing with his utmost best.  

You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment you’d been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck.  

In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, he’s swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him.  

You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition he’s receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How you’d wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much. 

A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you. 

With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses.  

“Babe, babe! Not here!” You protest in middle of chuckling. “There are people around.” 

Koutarou pouted. “But I miss you so much.” 

“Me too,” you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present.  

He rubbed his nose against yours. “Let’s go home!” 

@pixelcafe-network

[seumyo]

when life gives you a kuroo tetsurou who’s helplessly in love.

NOTE. when life gives you tangerines inspired! but this is not as angsty <33

Kuroo, for all his seventeen years of living, was still getting used to the farm life.

He was as thin as a willow reed and walked on the sandy edge of the main road that wound through their small coastal village like a sleepy snake. A woven bamboo basket dangled from his elbow, mostly empty except for two daikon and a packet of tofu wrapped in wax paper. His hair stuck to his forehead, and his face was slightly flushed—not from the sun (though maybe it did play a part), but because you were up ahead.

You were walking fast, faster than someone your size should, and the sound of your feet hitting the ground in short, stubborn stomps made his heart squeeze. You were carrying two buckets filled with what Kuroo assumed were freshly caught fish from your father’s boat. As he had thought earlier.

“[Name]!” He called out, lengthening his stride, “Wait for me!”

You didn’t turn around.

Ouch.

“[Name]! You’ll hurt your shoulders again if you carry both of those all the way down the shore by yourself.”

“Again?” You sighed at this point. “I’ve done it before,” you told him without stopping. “You’re not seriously following me all the way to the coast again, are you?”

“I’m not following,” he said, stepping alongside you now, trying to match your brisk walk. His voice was softer than yours, slightly shaky, not from nervousness exactly—but from restraint. “I was just… out. Walking.”

You turned around sharply, your eyes barely meeting his as the sun shone down on you two, though whether from exertion or something else, he wouldn’t tell. “Tch. You always say that. You walk behind me, you linger at the docks when my father’s boat returns, and then you suddenly have errands in the market at the same time I do. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No!” Kuroo blinked, clearly startled. “I mean, no, of course not! I just… I think you could use the company. And help with carrying the catch.” He offered you a crooked little smile, like he was embarrassed even as he meant it. And he meant it. Every word.

“I don’t like your company.”

“Ouch—please be nicer to me!”

You frowned, shifting the buckets. “You can't even carry one of these, you know that? Last week you tried and dropped all the mackerel in the dirt.”

“I was… distracted.” He pouted, lips softening into a line, brows tugging together in that pathetic way of his that always made you annoyed for exactly four seconds before you wanted to sigh and forgive him. “That only happened once.” Kuroo glanced down at his hands, then muttered, “Twice.”

“And when you tried to help my father untangle the nets, you fell into the water and cried.”

“I didn’t cry,” he said quickly, though his ears turned red. “I just… got saltwater in my eyes.”

You laughed, loud and unfiltered, the sound mixing with the screech of seabirds flying overhead. He thinks he must be coming down with an illness because his chest suddenly feels tight.

“I’m not useless,” he added softly, after a pause. “Even if I can’t dive like you or carry heavy things, I can… distract the crows.”

You glanced at him again, and this time, your smile was small, more like you were trying not to laugh again. “You wave your arms like a scarecrow, Tetsurou. You look ridiculous.”

“Your scarecrow, at the very least,” he mumbled under his breath, looking away.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“You could be useful. Carry this one; it’s lighter.”

“Wait—ow! Heavy,” he wheezed quietly, balancing his basket on one arm and a bucket in the other. You looked at him flatly. “I— I was wrong. It’s not very heavy at all; I can handle it.”

You made your way to the market, where the tide was gently lapping against the dock—distant and familiar. An array of stalls greeted your path, and you took the initiative to greet a few vendors on your way. The village dogs barked at gulls nearby. You dropped your bucket and rolled your sleeves further, while Kuroo did the same beside you and tried to copy your movements—though his long, knobby fingers didn’t move with the same confidence.

Just a quick break before delivering the fish to the customer.

“You don’t have to keep coming with me me,” you said after a moment, your voice quieter. “Your mother’s going to shout at me again.”

Kuroo looked down at the pavement. “She’s just…” he paused. “She’s proud? Doesn’t like fishermen much. Says your family takes more than they give.”

“She threw an egg at me last week.”

“I know!” Kuroo said quickly, face twisting in horror. “I tried to stop her—I even blocked the second one with my arm!”

You chuckled, then sighed, then began walking again as you adjusted your grip. “You’ll get in trouble, too. What if she stops feeding you rice again?”

“She only did that for two days.” He paused. “I ate sweet potatoes.”

Your gaze flicked to him, lips twitching. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

“No,” he said softly. “Not when it’s you.”

You looked away, the wind tugging at your slightly worn-down clothes. Just then, Kuroo turned just in time to see his mother barreling out from behind a stall, holding a straw broom in her hand like a weapon.

“Don’t run, Tetsurou! I told you not to hang around that girl again!”

“Mother, please—she’s not—she didn’t do anything—”

“You call sneaking around and making eyes at a fisherman’s daughter nothing? I saw you two loitering by the harbor last week and again outside the tofu shop!”

You didn’t wait to hear more. You grabbed the other bucket from Kuroo and took off running down the alley behind the teahouse. He didn’t even hear you say anything—you just ran.

Kuroo spun toward his mother, panic rising. “Stop, Mother, she’s just trying to help her family!”

“She’s just using you to get better prices at the market! She even haggled with old man Yamada! We’re not like them, Tetsurou! We're farmers! Proud people!”

Kuroo’s attempts at keeping his mother at bay faltered. He stood awkwardly, unsure what to say.

But you, from far off, yelled back, “I earned that discount! His cabbages were half-rotten!”

His mother screeched again.

“Mama, they help us a lot!”

“Help her family seduce mine’s son, you mean! If your grandmother were alive—“

“She’d say you’re being cruel!” he shouted, surprising them both.

His mother froze. Her expression darkened. “Don’t talk back to me, Tetsurou.”

Eventually, his mother stormed off, muttering about curses and disobedience, leaving Kuroo with slumped shoulders and his words clinging to him like a knife. The other bystanders just nodded approvingly; something about humbling his mother was just what she deserved.

-

Much later, when the sun had begun to dip behind the hills and the tide crept lazily back to shore, Kuroo found himself wandering the edge of the beach where the fishermen’s boats were tethered. He spotted you near the rocks, skipping flat stones over the surface of the water.

You didn’t look at him, but you didn’t run either.

“I heard the miso lady gave you rice crackers for dodging my mom again,” he said sheepishly, wiping the smut off his cheeks to at least make himself look presentable.

You sniffed. “She said I was quick. Like a fox.”

“You are. A pretty one.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re hopeless.”

“I know.”

A silence passed, interrupted only by the gentle lap of waves and the distant rustle of cicadas.

“She’s going to make me sleep with the chickens again,” he murmurs.

You sighed. “You’re the only boy I know who’d get kicked out of his own house for helping a girl.”

“I’m the only boy you know who likes you this much,” he said, scratching his cheek. “Even if I can’t swim or carry stuff or stop my mom from launching eggs.”

Your gaze softened. “You’re a fool.”

“I know. Trouble’s worth it if it means seeing you smile.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you’re worth being foolish for.”

You didn’t say anything to that. Just looked at him with a strange, tired affection. Then tossed him a fatty tuna you’d caught earlier from the bucket beside you.

It smacked him right on the shoulder.

“…ow.”

You smiled. “Next time, try not to defend me too much to the point of getting kicked out. The climate’s getting colder these nights.” You fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt, just a little. “And... I think you can spend the night in my brothers’ room if you want. Sleeping next to chickens is awful.”

And under the setting sun, with the scent of salt in the air and his heart thudding like a taiko drum, Kuroo realized—he didn’t care how many buckets he spilled or how many times he got chased through the market or how many times you looked at him unimpressed.

If you cared about him just as he cared about you, then he thinks he’ll be ok. This is where he wants to be, beside you.

He nodded. “Right. I’ll keep that in mind.”

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[ume17]

Back to school- Kuroo x fem! reader

genre; pure fluff

words- 0.6k

these lovely dividers are by @thecutestgrotto

warning: none. grammar mistakes, I'll edit once I've slept enough :(

Your husband has been acting a bit weird this past week. Notes everywhere, cheeks heating up, quiet mumbles. something is up. wait what- he has a crush on you?

You knew your husband was a dork. All those years of high school, teenage years, when you were dating—when you weren’t—just proved how big of a sap he is.

But lately, something was off.

Not in a bad way—if anything, it was sweet—but it was... odd. The sudden blushes when you kissed his cheek. The meek little "thank you" when you handed him his lunch. The way his face lit up whenever you called him your husband. And the notes—so many notes—stuck on your fridge, your nightstand, even your laptop.

Kuroo had always been a loving husband—the kind to bring you breakfast in bed on his day off, surprise you with flowers, and wrap you in his arms like a human koala whenever he got the chance. But this? This past week? It’s like you’re back in high school.

In fact, he wasn’t even this shy back then. The playful banter to make you think he didn’t like you, the teasing—it was all normal. So, this? This surely left you wondering. You would have thought he lost a bet had it not been those lovesick eyes of his. But that doesn't mean you'll leave this as is. Something is definitely up.

instance 1:

"Hey, can you open this?"

"Sure."

Smooch.

"Thanks." A kiss lands on your target's right cheek, which immediately turns abnormally red as he mumbles, "No problem!" he squeaks, speed walking out of the room.

This again?

instance 2:

The time you caught him staring at you in the morning before work.

"Take a picture; it lasts longer."

His eyes widen like you just caught him committing a crime. "I wasn’t staring."

You raise a brow. "Oh? So you just happened to be awake before me, watching me sleep, and then turning beet red when I open my eyes?"

Kuroo groans and buries his face in the pillow. "Let me have this."

You grin.

Oh, you were definitely going to make this worth while.

You considered letting it slide for a while, just to see how far it would go. Turns out? a whole long week more.

One lazy Wednesday afternoon, with nothing better to do, you’re curled up on the couch together, Kuroo’s face buried in the crook of your neck. The aircon is on- his warm body on you when he sighs against your skin and mumbles,

"I think I’ve got a crush on you."

Your heart skips.

You blink. "What?"

His head tilts up slightly, lips brushing your collarbone. A barely audible heavy sigh later . "I’ve got a crush on you."

You pull back to look at him properly. "You." A chuckle escapes you. "You? You have a crush on me? Your wife of three years?"

"Uh-huh." His expression is painfully sincere. "Have you seen yourself lately? The way you take down those fuzzy crawlers—"

"Spiders?"

"Yeah, those demons. And the way you haul all the groceries in one trip? And how you completely shut down Mamiya-san when he was being an ass to Yukito-kun?"

You squint. "And that made you fall in love with me again?"

"How does that not play into it? You’re unfairly attractive, and I am but a weak, foolish old man caught in your spell."

Chuckling, you pull him in a hug as a not so small smile spreads on your face.

"So that’s what the notes and flowers were for." You pause, grinning. "So what will you do now, Mr. Infatuated Rooster?"

He puffs out his chest. "Woo you back, obviously. Can’t let someone snatch you away from this old man."

His bravado should be ridiculous, but then he adds, softer this time—"You’re going to be with me till my last breath… and the life after."

Your breath catches.

Heat rises to your cheeks, your heartbeat stuttering in your chest as you only nod.

Maybe you’ll be the one with a crush next.

Forgot to tag: thank you @dira333 for the spider and grocery idea 😭

[nekomamiiz]

the amount of teasing tetsurou does before he puts his cock in you is absolutely criminal.

he definitely gets off on the way you writhe and wiggle beneath him, desperate for him to fill you up, and he holds off for what feels like forever. his will power when it comes to teasing you far exceeds his need to satisfy himself because watching you beg with tears in your eyes is all he needs to start spilling his load all over your sensitive folds. 

don’t get me wrong. he loves being inside you, needs it like he needs oxygen. but when he sees how fucked out you get from just his cock sliding against your pussy — back and forth, using only his thumb to add more or less pressure — he thinks he’s never seen anything sexier. 

spread so nicely on the bed beneath him. head tossing side to side. eyes scrunched shut just to focus on the stimulation he provides to your aching clit. it’s all too much and simply not enough. you whimper and moan his name as a series of pleas fall from your lips. your thighs are starting to burn from keeping them locked in place around his hips, hoping that he’ll settle inside of you at some point, and he will — he needs to hear you beg for it a little more. 

he promises to make you come twice as hard if you let him finish. let him make a mess of your already swollen folds 

the sight is enough to have him full once more, ready to dump another hot load inside you this time. 

i hope you enjoy my lil warm-up blurb ♡

[yujivrs]

* USE YOUR WORDS

thirst. you shouldn’t feel this way about your best friend.

contains. kuroo / slight dirty talk, hints at fellatio.

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the tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to choke on. it curled around you like smoke, making your stomach twist and turn with nerves. there was nothing new about tonight—just another movie, another late-night visit from kuroo, your best friend, with the usual hush that settled between you both.

but something felt different.

the silence wasn’t comforting anymore—it buzzed with something electric. as you sat side by side under the shared blanket, his fingers grazed against your thigh. the heat of his touch sent shivers racing up your spine, igniting your skin in his wake.

you swallowed hard. you were never nervous, not around him. but tonight? tonight, your breath came a little shorter, your body a little more tense, anticipation curling low in your gut.

you clear your throat, the sound sharp in the stillness, before quickly rising from the couch. “i—i need a second,” you mutter, already turning away.

you slip into your room, the click of the door behind you muffled but firm. the darkness wraps around you, and you finally let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. your heart is thudding loud in your ears, your skin still buzzing where he touched you.

it doesn’t take long.

the quiet thud of footsteps down the hall, measured but unhurried, sends a jolt through you. you know it’s him, of course; it’s him. the soft pat of his feet on the floor grows louder until they pause just outside your door.

then, it opens.

he steps inside without a word, the dim hallway light casting his silhouette in gold. his gaze, sharp even in the dark, finds you easily. you can feel the weight of it, just like his touch. heavy, intentional.

his low, gravelly voice cuts through the quiet.

“you okay?”

there’s concern laced in his tone, subtle but unmistakable. you turn to face him as he steps into the room, shadow stretching behind him.

“i paused the movie,” he adds, like it’s an afterthought. “seemed like you needed a second.”

you respond almost instantly, words tumbling out before you can stop them. “i’m good. just… felt sick.” the lie stings on your tongue, but it’s easier than the truth. it was an unintentional touch—nothing more. you shouldn’t be this affected.

he scoffs, clearly not buying it. “really? that’s the best you can come up with?” He steps closer, eyes narrowing. “i’ve known you for years. this is different.”

you don’t answer. your throat’s tight, heart hammering against your ribs.

“what’s going on?” he asks again, softer this time. genuine confusion colours his voice.

you take a step back, almost without thinking. your foot lands on something sharp and plastic—maybe a charger, maybe a pen—and your balance tips. You silently curse your messy room and brace for the fall.

but you don’t hit the ground.

His arms catch you fast, strong, and steady. his grip is firm around your waist, holding you upright like it’s second nature. your breath catches.

“jesus, be careful,” he mutters with a low chuckle. but the moment shifts when he realizes how close you are—how close he is.

still, he doesn’t move away.

instead, his fingers lift to your chin, tipping your face up to meet his gaze. his touch is sure. his eyes, locked on yours, burn with something unreadable.

“are you going to tell me what’s up?” he murmurs, “or am I going to have to force it out of you?”

your eyes flick away, scanning the room in both embarrassment and a twinge of arousal at his words.

before you can reply, his fingers once more glide down your body, eliciting a gasp from you. he leans in, pressing his lips to your ear, his voice laced with a smirk.

“come on, use your words,” he taunts. “tell me what you want.”

yet, words fail you. instead, you encircle his neck with your arms and collide your lips in a fervent kiss. one filled with unadulterated passion.

it doesn’t take long for you to end up on the bed, his muscular form on top of you. he pulls away from the kiss, lips trailing down kisses. travelling from your jaw to your neck then to your stomach.

he pauses when he gets lower, looking up at you as his fingers rest on the waistband of your underwear. you give him a curt nod, and he smiles back up at you, slipping the unwanted, flimsy piece of fabric off.

his kisses turn hungrier as they move down to your thighs, and a devilish expression covers his face.

“you’re not off the hook, princess. i meant what i said,” he growls out. “tell me how badly you want me to eat this pretty pussy.”

[kitashousewife]

my asks got deleted but this was a request!! sorry it’s taken so long but here you gooo

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“go home already,” kuroo’s voice sounds closer than it is from his desk across the room.

“you first,” you type away, adding the last couple attachments to an email before you log off for the day. much later than you were scheduled, but your boss has no place to point this out.

cause he’s here too.

“c’mon, let’s go. the sun is going to be down by the time we leave the building,” he grabs his coat from the rack, slipping it on before grabbing yours as well.

“it wouldn’t be the first time,” you give him a smile when he holds out your coat, helping you put it on. “what kept you so late?”

he laughs, but not out of humor. the blue light of the monitors does nothing to hide the dark circles under his eyes. “lining up meetings, confirming a couple conferences, and i’ve been working on this report that they-“

“keep changing the due date on?” kuroo nods, and you roll your eyes. “yeah, me too.”

you log out of the computer, grab your things, and begin walking towards the exit. this isn’t the first, and absolutely will not be the last time the two of you leave the building late. together.

ever since you started, you’ve helped kuroo out. managing his schedule, keeping his meetings in line, calling people when he needs it; the little things. it helps him, while at the same time, helps you as well. you get a break from your regular work, friendly conversation, and someone to confide in.

his good looks are a plus as well.

those good looks tend to be more of a distraction than anything these days. missing notes during a meeting while you’ve been studying his facial expressions. catching bits and pieces of what he’s saying because you can’t keep staring at his lips. tripping over your words because of the way he looks at you, the list goes on.

“i think we’ll be okay, though. we just need the headcount for the next event,” you yawn, stepping out onto the sidewalk. “and that’s all.”

kuroo shrugs. “until they add another component, sure.” you give him a sad smile, knowing he’s probably right. “hey, don’t give me that.”

“give you what? you’re completely right,” the two of you are facing each other on the sidewalk, stepping to the side to allow a pair of fellow commuters to slip past. kuroo shakes his head and smiles. “i know. but we both know you’re working too late. just wait until your boss finds out,” he gives a faux wince.

“too bad my boss is a massive hypocrite. leading by example,” you pat his right arm playfully. his cheeks flush, just a bit.

and yours as well.

he clears his through and laughs dryly. “i know, im the worst.”

you stare at him with a grin. the conversation is ending, but neither of you want it to. the last attempts to continue it die on your tongue when he opens his mouth.

“want to get a drink?”

“yeah, i would.”

he smiles, grinning as he nods down the sidewalk.

“first person to bring up work pays,” he holds out his hand. you shake it, lingering a bit longer then necessary.

“deal.”

unfortunately, however on purpose, kuroo brings up work the second the two of you sit down. you laugh, shocked at how quickly he gave up. but, that was his plan all along.

he’s wanted to take you out for some time, now.

[lcvemiyuki]

"seashells by the seashore" | kuroo, hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: sometimes even the smallest things remind him of you...even a pretty little seashell

warnings+tags: disgustingly cute, kurooxfem!reader, established relationship

character(s): kuroo

word count: 1183

a/n: happy father's day!...and also thank you for 250 followers!! ♡

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The sun was beating down relentlessly on the sun-bleached sand. The heat was becoming too much to bear; it felt like stepping onto a scorching desert. With the temperature rising, all you wanted was to cool down in the refreshing water of the sea and perhaps lose yourself in the simple pleasure of searching for seashells in the shallow, crystal-clear water. You began to rummage through your bag, searching for your goggles, being careful not to disturb the sleepy figure lying next to you. Kuroo was sprawled under the protective shade of a large umbrella, shades on, appearing completely relaxed.

However, he suddenly peeped one curious eye open as he noticed you getting up, heading off towards the inviting, blue sea.

“Wait up!” he called out to you, his voice filled with playful authority. He swiftly got to his feet, his toned muscles flexing attractively under the golden sunlight. He jogged over to you with ease and instinctively swept your hand into his larger one.

Hand in hand, you both walked down to the water, leaving footprints in the sand. The cool waves lapped at your feet, a refreshing contrast to the heat as you waded into the shallow area. You put on your scuba goggles and started to look for seashells. Kuroo joined in the fun, diving under a small wave to get acclimated to the cold water. The icy sea felt like a soothing balm, cooling your overheated skin.

Multiple air bubbles break the surface as Kuroo resurfaces. His dark hair, now messy from his short nap, fell into his eyes as he squinted to examine the shells. He had a grin plastered on his face, so wide and infectious it was almost as if he was up to no good.

“Look at this one,” he said, his voice filled with blatant excitement. He held up a particularly shiny shell, its surface gleaming in the sunlight. “Isn’t it pretty?”

The six-foot-three giant had no problem standing up on his own in the deeper end; he could grab the colorful shell fragments on the floor as if picking up trash on the side of the street. He simply watched as you bobbed your head up and down with a variety of seashells in your hand with each pick-up.

He found every bit of it adorable to witness.

As you gathered seashells, he kept finding ones he thought you’d like, filling his pockets with your picks. “This one’s cool, right?” he asked, handing you a small, spiral-shaped shell. “Looks like something those mermaids in—”

He glanced up after a while and saw you standing a little way off, your figure silhouetted against the setting sun. The golden glow bathed you in warm light, making you look ethereal as you swayed gently with the current. Your goggles were nowhere to be seen, probably underwater in your grasp. He took a moment to really take you in. Your head glistened from the sheen of water coating your face, and tiny droplets clung to your dampened eyelashes, occasionally falling onto your cheek. The sight of you took his breath away; like a nymph from an ancient sea tale, otherworldly and enchanting.

The colors of the sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, and the reflection on the water added a surreal beauty to the moment. You were a vision of serenity, a fleeting moment of perfection in the fading light.

Almost as if sensing his gaze, you turned your eyes back to him and smiled. His heart skipped a beat at the sight, and he couldn't help but grin back, his sharp features softening. He swam over to you, splashing water as he moved, not caring that it drenched your head.

“Hey, no daydreaming allowed,” he teased, his voice light and playful. “We’re on a mission to find the perfect shell, remember?”

Laughing, you splashed back at him, and in no time, it turned into a full-blown water fight. "Kuroo, you know I'm going to win this!" you called out, trying to dodge his playful attacks.

"Oh, confident much?" he teased, sing-songing, "Big talk for someone who's about to lose." With a mischievous grin, he dove underwater, the sudden silence making you momentarily tense.

You looked around, wondering where he went, only to feel his strong hands grabbing your legs. With a surprised yelp, you were pulled down into the water with him.

You surfaced together, laughing and gasping for breath, his arms still around you in a protective hold. He pulled you closer, his forehead gently resting against yours. "Gotcha," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

“You’re terrible,” you said between giggles, raking your hand through his wet hair to push it out of his face.

“Terribly good at winning water fights,” he corrected with a cheeky grin. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, “I should get a trophy for that.”

His monolid eyes suddenly grew gentle as they scanned your face. He slowly lifted his hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek to wipe away the lingering water droplets.

“Oh really?” you challenged, a playful smile dancing on your lips as your eyes zeroed in on his pinkish lips. “Maybe I’ll give you a reward then.”

You leaned in slowly, your lips almost touching his, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed any words that wanted to spill out. He held his breath as you closed the gap between the two of you. Just as he started to close his eyes, anticipating the sweet contact, you quickly cupped a handful of water and splashed it right into his face.

"Sike." You slightly stuck the tip of your tongue out at him, spinning around and racing back toward the shore, laughing all the way.

He stood there, momentarily stunned, before wiping the water from his face and snorting at how incredibly childish you were. “I’m dumping all of these shells back in the ocean!” he shouted, his voice echoing over the waves as he took off after you with renewed determination.

The sound of your laughter echoed over the waves as you dashed through the water, feeling the thrill of the chase and the warmth of the sun.

Treading back onto shore, he plopped down with you on the stripped beach towels, his tan skin glistening with water droplets. As he fished in his pocket, his hand made contact with one shell in particular that caught his eye. He pulled it out, pinching it between his fingers and inspecting it closer. The shell was intricate and beautiful, its colors reflecting the soft hues of the setting sun.

The sudden flashback of you, in all of your perfection, the sun kissing your skin in a warm glow filled his mind.

“I’m keeping this one,” he said to you, sounding decidedly final as he carefully put the shell back into his surf short's pocket.

You looked at him with curiosity, a question in your eyes. “Why that one?”

He turned to you, his eyes soft and sincere, a smirk playing on his lips. “Because it reminds me of you.”

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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[salsakiyoomi]

you had kuroo's jacket.

he gave it to you on a rainy day on campus when you forgot your umbrella and your own jacket and it was cold, and like the gentleman he is, he gave you yours.

that was a week ago.

at the time you had given him your number, but he never called nor texted about his jacket, and to make matters even worse, you hadn’t seen him around campus for the past week.

you asked your mutual friends about him and they said he was doing some family visitations.

family visitations in the middle of the week, seriously?

anyway, so, when you finally spot him out and about on campus, a giddy smile on your face with his jacket in your hand ( you totally didn’t have it on you for the past week ) you approach him.

“kuroo!” you call out, waving your hand at him, he spots you and a shy smile crosses his lips.

“hey," he greets, and he tries to ignore his thumping heart, “what’s up? how you doin’ ?”

you smile up at him, “great! what about you?”

“also great.” he says and it almost feels awkward, then he spots his jacket in your hands.

the actual reason that kuroo hadn't called or texted wasn’t because he was doing family visitations, it was because he was shy.

yes, shy like an awkward middle school boy.

usually, kuroo was a smug and confident man, he could easily make any girl's knees go weak with his cheeky pick up lines that were actually charming.

but when it came to you? oh no no, kuroo was an absolutely different man, he had his own knees going weak instead with how shy he was around you, whenever he dropped a pick up line to try and charm you, it came out awkward and meek, but nevertheless, you laughed and were actually impressed, which sorta boosted his ego.

to sum it up, he really, really wants to ask you out.

you clear your throat, “i have your jacket.” you say, holding up his jacket to him.

and kuroo thinks that this could be it, this could be his chance.

so he chuckles and smirks and says, “it’s fine, you can keep it.”

wow, so smooth, he thinks to himself.

but when he sees your face light up with joy and a slight blush form on your cheeks and a “really?!” falling from your lips, he really thinks that this was he shot.

he grins at you, a slight blush at his own cheeks too, “yeah, totally.”

you smile at him, and hug the jacket close to you, “thank you.”

and when you turn around to leave, his heart is screaming at him to just go for it, to ask you out, right here right now.

and so he does, your name falls from his lips and he tries to be as confident as possible, “do you wanna go out sometimes? you know,  grab coffee or something?”

and when you smile at him, and a “yeah” falls from your lips, he can’t help but feel like this is a score.

a/n : real ones know that this could be counted as a part two for this drabble

[swtnjk]

best friend’s brother kuroo

kuroo didn’t know how he ended up on his bed with you between his legs. it was just supposed to be his sister’s pool party for her birthday.

it was you… your fault. your stupid navy bikini that was too tight. maybe it was the way the sun glistened off of your skin. or the water dripping off of you?

he didn’t know. all that he knew was the fact that you were in his room. it was dimly lit from his lava lamp. you kiss his leaking tip as your boobs work up and down his cock.

he whines as he stares down at you, “f—fuck.. i can’t,” he whimpers. you giggle softly, “i got you.. you wanted this. staring at my boobs like you always do. what? you wanna sniff my bikini bottoms too?” you fake pout.

he shakes his head, “oh my gosh… i— shit.” he curses over and over again. you take his cock from in between your boobs, pumping it up and down. your french tips decorating it.

“such a big dick… perfect for a big guy, huh?” you smile. your smile felt shameful in this moment for him, why did it though? he looks at photos of you on your instagram… late nights of his hand cramping up because of how much he jerked off.

you slap his cock on your warm cheek before putting it in your warm mouth. he groans softly.

he still heard the music outside. the laughter near the pool. partynextdoor played in the large speakers, almost like they knew you two were sneaking off.

you bob your head up and down, your spit dripping down your chin. he licks his lips at the sight of you. messy. your back arched deep as your nipples stayed hard.

“so beautiful,” he mutters. his hand finding your hair and tugging on it.

it was soon after and you kissed him like he didn’t just cum in your mouth, some on your face. he watches as you walk back out.

you switched into some jean shorts so he can keep your swim bottoms. he shakes his head as he stares down at them. you were just as perverted as he was.

[taintedtort]

" BRAT VS GOOD GIRL! "

summary. do they prefer brats or good girls?

characters. iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, nishinoya, hinata, daichi, kyotani

warnings. nsfw/smut!!!, afab!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. i saw someone else do this but i forgot the user!! :(

☆ — IWAIZUMI

quiet bratty girls. he enjoys a little bit of sass and mouthing off, he thinks it’s cute. it keeps things from getting boring. he‘ll get you back for all the little comments and eye rolls you give him, don’t worry. you won’t have the brain to talk back when he’s got you bent over the bed with his cock jamming into your spot over and over.

"told you to shut that shit up— now look at you, baby."

☆ — AKAASHI

good girls. he likes a girl who will play with his hair and read with him. a girl who will stay up late when he’s at work for a few extra hours. a girl who will gladly let him devour you for as long as he wants. he likes when you get all whiny and squirmy, but of course you’d never push him away whenever he spews encouraging praises at you, gently shushing you whenever tears start to roll down your cheeks.

"so good for me… shh, calm down, love."

☆ — KUROO

semi good semi bad. he likes a girl who can have a little attitude, but will still get on her knees whenever he asks. it’s a bit cute whenever you get mouthy with him, but it never lasts for long. a simple kiss and a redirecting word, and you’re melting for him.

"why are you being so difficult, babe? cmon, i know you can be good."

☆ — KENMA

good girls. bratty girls are too much work, and he doesn’t always have the energy for it. he likes girls who will play games with him and cuddle up in bed with him all day. and a girl who will ride him without complaint when he’s feeling too sluggish to do any work.

"you’ll ride me? really? …that’s sweet."

☆ — NISHINOYA

somewhat bratty girls. he likes the chase to be honest. it’s endearing how you try to act like your little panties don’t get wet whenever he’s around. don’t worry though, he’s very determined. he‘ll have you under him eventually, taking his cock with rapid thrusts.

"think it’s funny making me wait? hm?"

☆ — HINATA

good girls. loves a girl who will cheer him on during his beach games, even when the hot sun is beating down on you. especially loves a girl who will let him fuck after a loss— or even a good win. he likes to get the rest of his adrenaline out, or let his frustrations out. whichever one he needs, you’re there waiting to bend over, offering your tight cunt.

"gonna let me fuck you, baby? yeah… as a reward for the win."

☆ — DAICHI

good girls. as a police officer, it only makes sense that he’d enjoy a nice, sweet girl that listens to him and doesn’t cause any trouble. might be okay if you were teasingly being a brat, just as long as you go back to being his perfect girl once he gets his hands on you.

"you’re cute, babe, nice try."

☆ — KYOTANI

both. he kind of needs a girl who can keep up with his attitude, he can’t handle a girl that’s too soft and sweet. a girl with a bit of feistiness to keep him in check, but also a girl who will be patient with him. he definitely prefers someone who is more pliant while getting fucked though. the way you just move into whatever position he wants, and the way you whine and cry his name is all so addicting.

"take your panties off and turn around."

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[clawsdevour]

*،Ꮺ ࣪ kuroo husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN..., not proofread

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-Kuroo, the type of husband to oversleep a lot. Sometimes you'd have to wake him up because his alarm won't stop ringing but you don't mind it. You like to just watch him sleep peacefully knowing how hard he works and he appreciates it when you let him sleep just a tad bit longer while you got breakfast ready for him.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to sneak up behind you whenever you're cooking and start to attack you with tickles. He loves hearing you laugh so hard while playfully shouting at him to stop, to counteract his attack you both end up in a tickle fight that quickly comes to an end when you both smell something burning...

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love little cozy date nights at home. He loves the private intimate tension in the atmosphere whenever the ambient light hits right with you at his side. He'd enjoy playing little board games with you while your guys' favorite show playing in the back while you exchange giggles.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love doing cheesy little couple things in public. For instance, sharing an ice cream sundae. He would love to just spoon-feed you while you're happily eating it. Kuroo would also just love having your hand in his all the time. He loves knowing that you're always there by giving you a little squeeze.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love doing late night errand runs with you. If you're walking to the convenience store and there's absolutely no one in your path, he'd for sure establish a race to the store and start sprinting even though he knows you won't race him. Of course, he's going to run back to you when he's already halfway there and say he won.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to go and absolutely dissolve in your arms the moment he comes back from work. He loves knowing that you're always there for him like how he is for you. After a warm bath, his favorite thing to do is just lay in your arms with his face nestling in the crook of your neck eventually drifting off to sleep.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to let you play with his bed head hair. The most he really does for it is probably just a trim, so whenever you ask him if you can touch his hair he doesn't really mind at all. In fact he actually likes when you're just stroking through his messy hair with your fingers, it's like a free scalp massage by the one he loves the most.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love spending slow evenings with you. Doesn't matter if you're just lounging on the couch with your head in his lap laughing at a movie. Kuroo just simply loves being in your presence, especially when it's almost the end of the day where he gets to have these little unwinding moments with you.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to have Bokuto and Kenma hype him up right after he bought your engagement ring. Rejection ran circles through his mind so many times after he purchased it. Kuroo was so nervous and his hands definitely got so sweaty that when he was fiddling with the box in his pocket, it almost slipped out right before he distracted you to look behind.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love the idea of having a few kids running around the house. He can see his future bright and clear with you standing right in the middle of it and of course, your little minions swarming around you both. He's also SUCH a girl's dad fight me I dare you.

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[quirrrky]

KUROO, for whatever reason and out of nowhere, develops a fondness in biting you out of cuteness aggression. No, it’s not just a simple bite, it’s a big munch on your shoulder, arm or knuckles.

His reason: you’re too cute and squishy he can’t help it! Your problem: he does it anytime, anywhere. It’s okay when it’s at home, but sometimes he forgets and will chomp-chomp on you while buying in the grocery, strolling in the mall, and even during dinner with common friends.

You were checking your shopping list when he suddenly chomps on your shoulder.

“Tetsurou.” You admonish.

He shakes his head in disapproval. “Tsk tsk.” Leaning forward, he cheekily says close to your ear, “It’s Tetsuroooaaar!”

He bursts into a fit of laughter and you can’t help but be the same.

“We’re outside,” you say, deciding to finally put a limit to it.

He looks around. “Oops…” he laughs and shrugs. You sigh, knowing he doesn’t care.

“From now on, you’re only allowed to do it once a day.”

“What?” he asked in disbelief. “No way!” He grabs your arm and opens his mouth like he’s about to munch you again.

“Stop! Stop,” you ordered. “Once a day.”

Surprisingly, he takes your instruction to heart and only chomp-chomps on you once a day, everynight before you go to sleep. Sometimes, though, he forgets about it and you will have to remind him. It’s just so funny and endearing that it has become a part of your routine and that you're the only one who can get to see and receive this childlike and oddball side of him.

You’re already in bed when he opens the bedroom door with a mischievous smile on his face. “Guess, who’s here?” he playfully asks. “It’s Tetsurooaarr!” He jumps into bed, joining you as you both giggle.

His eyes are full of excitement when he chomp-chomps you on your forearm.

“You’re still not getting tired of that, huh?” you ask.

He places a small kiss on the area where he bites. “No, I’m never getting tired of you.” And the next he kisses are your sweet lips.

and I'll never get tired of kuroo too sobbs I can't even last a week w/o writing abt him

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