kurooangel

[kurooangel]

[kurooangel]

just here to remind u that requests are open 🥸🥸

[kurooangel]

“you… want me to do that? tetsu, are you serious?”

your boyfriend kuroo tetsurou leaned against the bedroom doorframe, shirt already discarded and his tall frame stretching like he’s posing for a nude portrait specifically painted by you, muscles flexing as he did his stretch. and with that smug handsome grin of his, it would be easy for him to get what he wanted.

“yes.” he said, slow and deliberate. “remember what we agreed on months ago? even though it was a joke? i was so serious about that, babe. i want to be completely covered with red lipstick. from head to toe. everywhere. marked up by you.”

“the way you're saying it sounds like you earned it.”

“i did earn it!” he huffed, folding his arms and clearly proud about it. “aced all my majors in midterms. as well as chem, calculus, even the literature one you helped me cram for.”

“hmmm. i don't know…” you cocked your head as if you were in thought, but in truth, you were just stalling and teasing him— waiting to see how long would it take to get a reaction out of him.

“this is how you want to celebrate? being covered in lipstick like a canvas? couldn't you think of anything else?”

“yes, yes, yes. yes to all that. i just want you to paint me however you like with your lips, baby.”

you wheezed at the random petname and the way kuroo had said it. this man is an absolute dork, he's so utterly stupid, you thought to yourself. you sighed and rolled your eyes, but your lips curled upward anyway. it's never a bad idea to spoil your loving boyfriend every now and then right?

“alright, fine. you earned your prize, you nerd.”

he sat on the bed immediately with that stupid smile on his face, watching you rummage through your vanity for that one obnoxiously red lipstick you never wear in public but still kept it anyways for future use.

guess it's finally useful now.

kuroo's skin felt warm under your touch when you climbed on top of him and straddled his lap, his breath hitching as you did so. you popped the lipstick cap off with a little 'click' and you applied the cosmetic thickly across your lips, letting out a soft ‘pop’ afterwards to even out the color.

you start slow. you planted a kiss to his cheek first, where a red stain bloomed after your lips left his skin.

“i’ll save your lips for last.” you muttered and his smirk twitched even wider.

then you planted another kiss to his neck, down to his shoulder. his collarbone. his chest. you trailed them over his arms, watching the blotches of crimson bloom like red peonies across his lush skin.

“you’re enjoying this way too much,” you murmured as you moved lower, red-tainted lips just grazing over the edge of his ribcage.

“can't help it. you look hot when you’re focused,” he breathed, voice a little hoarse now.

you hummed noncommittally, leaving messy lipstick prints along the ridges of his abs, one right above his belly button. and then…

you paused.

your lips hovered, barely brushing the skin just above his v-line. you looked at him straight in the eye with an intense gaze and his breath hitched audibly as he felt your feather-like touch on the sensitive skin down there.

your hands settled on to the line of his hip, while kuroo’s hands grip the bedsheets. his head tipped back against the headboard.

“babe…”

“mhm?” you look up through your lashes, eyes innocent but your tone anything but that.

he swallowed, adam's apple bobbing up and down. “you’re not gonna stop there, right?”

you trailed your index finger just over the waistband of his sweatpants and smeared a bit of the lipstick there as if it was an accident.

then you suddenly leaned up, grabbing his jaw with one hand and planting a deep, red kiss right on his lips.

smack.

you pulled back, tracing the now-smeared red stain across his mouth with your thumb as kuroo stared at you with a wide-eyed expression on his face.

“there. all done.”

he blinked at you.

“…huh?”

you hopped off the bed with a small smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “thanks for being my art project, love. that was fun but i’mma wash my face now.”

“wait. what— that's it?”

you threw him a wink as you walked toward the bathroom.

“study harder next time for finals, ace it, then maybe i’ll let you earn the rest.”

behind you, kuroo groaned into his pillow, fists clenched in the sheets.

“you're so cruel…”

author's notes: this drabble is less sentimental and more sensual. also, i had no idea what kuroo actually majored in college so i just dumped whatever popped in my head.

temp. m.list

divider: @cursed-carmine

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[kurooangel]

hellooooo ;)

i have a few drafts, but i dont know which one i should finish first, so i leave it to you!! all three are smut 🧍

[kurooangel]

reorganising my hq mlist and oh god🫩🫩 when tf did i write so much

[kurooangel]

hbd to the woman who raised me!!!

happy 40th birthday to the queen herself ♡

[kurooangel]

cw: smut. making out. grinding. age gap (early 20’s-40s). thinking abt a pt2??

you know he is your best friend’s father, but nobody could blame you. it’s kuroo tetsuro, after all.

it was late night and your best friend asked him to take you both, so after he left her at their place, it was your turn. and even if he didn’t want anything in return, you needed to thank him. that’s how you end straddling him on the driver’s seat. he just left out a dark chuckle when you climbed to his lap and kissed him — and that made him incredibly hotter. his huge hands are on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. you pull away to breathe, and it’s one of the bests views he’s ever had. your swollen lips are parted, bambi eyes full of desire and your cheeks slightly rosy. he grabs your nape and pulls you closer again. kuroo doesn’t kiss you, but your lips are brushing and your mouth is already open to welcome his tongue — or whatever he wants to put in your mouth, actually.“didn’t know you were such a slut, you know?” he chuckles, a low and dark sound that only makes your pussy throb even more. “you’re definitely naughty, princess”. after finishing his sentence, he pulls you to another kiss. his lips slams against yours, not caring about anything else. it wasn’t sweet, soft or gentle. it was all he was holding back.

it was hungry. deep. warm.

your fingers tangled in his shirt, trying to pull him even closer, trynna erase every but of space that could possibly exist between you two. the kiss deepened. became slower. it’s messier, more passionate. your lips tried to follow his rhythm, but that’s all it was - an attempt. he was so lost in the way you taste, the way you sigh against his lips, letting his tongue beat yours. when you pulled back, just for a second, the view made his cock throb. your lips parted, eyes half-lidded and your breathing uneven. then, he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for another kiss. his mouth moved like he was starving. there’s just pure heat between both of you, and you can’t help but roll your hips against his clothed bulge. he grunts and grabs your ass harshly, grinding you against him shamelessly. he bit your lip before pulling back slightly, his signature smirk there, as perfect as always.

“you thanked me enough. it’s always a pleasure to take you home, babe” kuroo says, his voice a soft growl. his hands leave your butt to caress your waist softly before you get out of his car, stumbling slightly. “good night” he gives you a soft nod while he shamelessly checks you out. after that, his car leaves and all you can do is bite your lip and press your thighs together as you open your front door.

[kurooangel]

happy 40th birthday to the queen herself ♡

[kurooangel]

Heyy, do you mind it if I write smth while taking inspiration from one of your posts? I would obviously give you credit, but I completely understand if you prefer I don't. I love your works btw!! <3

IM SO SORRY JUST SAW THIS TODAY😞 but sure!!!!! i mean if u give me credit and since u asked first there’s no problem🫶🏻

[kurooangel]

𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲-𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹! - 𝑺. 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶

syn: the rising band cursed expansion plan to play their first big gig…but not before suguru spends some time to relax with his pretty gf after she does his eyeliner.

tags + a/n: sorry for it being a tad late; i've been locked in this week with app preparations and being employed, 2.1k wc, nsfw, GETO WEARING EYELINER *cough* that one anon, geto being a d1 pussy eater, geto wearing LEATHER PANTS LMAO, p-in-v, unprotected, riding, unedited/lowk choppy? (if any of you guys are interested in being a beta reader for me, pls shoot me an ask in my inbox or a dm lol)

when you opened the door, the room was a practical sensory overload; it smelled of cigarette smoke, somebody’s blue raspberry vape, lavender incense, and something sweet—which was probably you and your miss dior perfume suguru got you for your birthday not too long ago.

it was loud due to the constant playing of instruments: suguru tuning his bass guitar, shoko practicing the drums, and not to mention gojo’s purposeful off-key singing of “king for a day”. while this, nanami was simply with some noise-cancelling headphones, glaring daggers at gojo’s incessant singing.

you peered over and walked to suguru, sat on the loveseat while he sang a bit. he looked over to you and his eyes brightened. “y/n! cmon!” he had asked you a few moments prior to do his eyeliner: something that he messes up on, despite the fans going crazy over it.

you sheepishly smiled and pulled out your pink make-up bag from behind you. nanami saw the both of you and cleared his throat to alert gojo and shoko to leave. gojo nodded and smiled, “we’re gonna run some errands before the gig. don’t have too much fun.”

suguru scoffed, letting them leave and close the door before he looked over at you and smiled. “hi baby. thank you for agreeing to do this.”

you nodded, “of course! anytime, my love.” he sat up a bit, giving you space to adjust yourself, sitting in a position where you’re straddling his thighs.

it’s moments like these where suguru likes to enjoy living in the moment with you. you always doll yourself up, even more so when he has a show. you wore a cute little black slip shirt with lace at the hem of the skirt and the sleeves with a cute little black jean skirt, plum ribbons in your hair, a necklace he bought you and finally: a little stick of eyeliner.

“hold still, my love.” you whispered, holding his face firm. your bodies were close to each other’s, to the point that you could even hear suguru’s heartbeat from where you were. the smell of his cologne and mint hit you like a freight train and you loved it. you decided to use your pencil instead of liquid; pencil allows for perfect little mistakes.

“you’re gonna blind me before my show,” he joked. his lips curved to a smile whereas yours attempted to fight one off.

“you’ve gotten hit by a mic-stand before. you’ll be alright.” you muttered. you pushed his bangs back to his ears and began to apply eyeliner once he closed his eyes.

“you apply it so gently,” he mumbled. you answered with a “mhm” and smoothly applied it on his eyelids before moving onto the bottom of his eye. 

“alright, you big baby. i’m gonna do your waterline, okay?” he shot you a smile and nodded, “just don’t blind me.”

you shuffled to be at closer precision near him and felt suguru’s arms snake around your waist. the coldness from his ring-clad fingers on the skin of your waist sent shivers down your spine. he was so meticulous, yet gentle. the beautiful shade of violet that graced his irises made your chest tighten and butterflies flutter in your stomach like you had a school girl crush.

the lights from the room were dim and made his features appear softer. his hair was half-up and the rest of his soft hair spilled over onto his shoulders nicely. as beautiful as your man looked right now, you were focused. you hummed softly under your breath and slowly began to use the little plastic on the bottom of your eyeliner pencil to smudge it a bit on the outers of his waterline. “and…done.”

he blinked and looked at you, and just something about his already alluring gaze amplified by something so trivial like eyeliner, did something to you. the smooth yet imperfect look of the eyeliner gave edge to his pretty face, clad with his eyebrow, lip, and nose piercings. the eyeliner accentuated his beautiful eyes and it sent you over the edge. you grabbed the little compact mirror that you keep around in your makeup bag and handed it to him. he examined your work on his eyes and he smiled.

you clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth, “you look good.”

he laughed softly, placing the compact mirror onto the coffee table in front of the couch, and then played with your hair framing your face, “all thanks to you, my love.”

he grabs your wrist gently with one arm, pulling you in to kiss your cheek, while the other sits on your waist. “let me thank you, baby.”

he held your face softly as he kissed your lips gently, passionate. you felt his pierced tongue slide in your mouth, his hands roaming around your body gently like you were made of porcelain. he begins to lower his kisses from your lips to your neck slowly and sensually. his ice-cold hands against your warm skin sent shivers down your spine again.

“a-ah! suguru, your show…” you whispered, your lips slightly opened at the sensation of his touches and lips on your neck.

he smiled at your concern. “doesn’t start for another 3 hours... we’re okay, love,” he muttered. suguru laid you on the loveseat, his knees planted between your legs. he gently tugged at the hems of your lacy top and slid it and your jean skirt off with ease, showcasing the pretty lacy set you decided to wear; they were purple, his favorite color.

“you look so pretty, baby. if you think i look good, my lovely girl, you look like a goddess,” he said, showering your body with kisses, ending at the little star tattoo on the right side of your abdomen, a matching one you have with him.

your entranced gaze is glued onto him as he begins peeling off the layers of black clothing he adorned, exposing his own detailed and intricate tattoos on his ribs, reaching over to his back. designs of snakes, ravens, and phrases in kanji were etched on his smooth, pale skin; they were some of your favorite features about him.

suguru went down on you again, slowly leaning down to where your pussy was: dripping and practically impatient for him. "so wet f'me already. hm, pretty girl?" he said, moving the crotch area to the side and sliding his long fingers to feel you. you didn't have to look at him to know that he was grinning.

you breathed out, a sigh of impatience and restlessness leaving your lips. "fuck, suguru. just fuck me already..." you whined.

“be patient, sweetheart.” he said, going down on you. his teeth latched onto the waistline of your violet lace panties, pulling them down slowly. his thumb met your clit where he began to massage it slowly. he equipped his index and middle finger to slowly thrust into you.

“my—ngh—god!” his fingers felt fast and steady, thrusting into you and intricately moving his fingers like he was playing his damn guitar; it felt too damn good. he was playing with your pussy like it was a guitar.

then, before you knew it, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, where it met your entrance.

“fuck…suguru—!” you whined, feeling the cold metal of his tongue piercing against your hot fluttering walls; he simultaneously kept his thumb on your clit.

suguru was a fucking tease to you, making eye contact with you as he practically ruined you with his tongue. his head was snug between your legs ever so nicely while his tongue went in and out and in and out with such vigor. you felt compelled to practically arch your back in reaction.

you rolled your hips against his face, it felt too damn good. his soft black hair was intertwined with your fingers, the strands being pulled every time suguru went too fast. "fuck, lovely. you taste sweeter than my favorite candy..."

your whines filled the room, walls fluttered against his tongue, and you bucked your hips at your eventual release, suguru's name being yelled like a continuous prayer.

when you eventually came, you couldn't help but ogle at the man, sticking his index and middle in your pussy just to fucking taste you. you eyed him as he placed his fingers in his mouth with a mischievous grin etched on his face, “so so sweet, my beautiful girl.”

you cocked your eyebrow at the evident tent in his pants, laying your weight on your elbows to lift yourself up slightly, “need help with that?”

god, were you in for it.

“willing to help me?” of course, why wouldn’t you. you quickly unbuckled his leather pants and slid down his boxer briefs, his cock springing up and hitting his abdomen. suguru was big; specifically more lengthier than thick but curved a bit. 

suguru sat down and leaned against the armrest of the couch you were on, “ride me, pretty girl?”

you sucked your teeth and giggled, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before lifting yourself on your knees to have them on each side of his thighs. “god…” you muttered, rubbing his tip against your folds. suguru’s hands found themselves on your hips as you began to slowly sink yourself onto his throbbing erection. 

you felt like the wind was knocked out of you as suguru slowly but surely entered you inch by inch. the stretch was too fucking much and you felt him practically split you in half with the way you were then slammed onto him, despite your arousal already acting as lubricant for such. your lips parted and you felt his hands guide your hips side to side on his cock. “jesus christ—! aah—suguru!” 

the simple feeling of him handling your hips with such force and the sound of his rough groans sent butterflies to your core. you felt him hit your pleasure spots and threw your head back in reaction; he was too fucking good and you felt on the brim of overstimulation. it was messy.

on the other hand, suguru was fucking loving this; he was leaned back and admiring the way your pretty tits bounced with every thrust and the way your head threw itself back. your skin was ever so soft against his calloused fingers as he maneuvered you on his cock, feeling you practically milk him and attempt to squeeze him dry. every thrust, moan, gasp played as a symphony before him. not to mention how incredibly sexy you looked. god, you were a sight to behold.

“you’re so pretty, baby…” he groaned, smiling at your expressive face as you were getting fucked before his eyes. before you came, suguru laid your body on top of the couch instead, his name along with a string of curses, once again, becoming a repeating chant you yelled out as you felt yourself come again.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck— suguru!”

you felt his cock twitch and the blush on his cheeks becoming more apparent. you felt him pull out and release on your stomach, painting you in milky white.

you sighed, stretching your arms and feeling the weight of the couch get lighter. your boyfriend got dressed and walked over to the bathroom near the lounge area to get you a warm towel to clean you before he slid your underwear and skirt back onto you and handed you your top, sitting next to you.

“your eyeliner still looks good,” you giggled, caressing his still-blushing face. the eyeliner still looked smudged but in the regular rockstar sexy way that he wears it.

“all thanks to you. nice to know it’s fuck-proof,” he remarked, laughing lightly.

suguru kissed your cheek and caressed your face with such care, like you were a doll. “see you front row?” he said, voice low in your ear.

you laughed lightly, “where else would i be, babe?”

you kiss him on his jaw, soft and slow; the action alone made him groan under his breath, letting out a little 'fuck' before laughing lightly. suguru smiled at you and twirled your hair with his index finger.

“good. i play better when you're watching.”

[kurooangel]

When your mutuals reblog your pictures and add cute ass tags

[kurooangel]

✧˖°— oh nothing, just thinking abt rockstar! geto and his cute gf adorned in the whitest and pinkest lacy clothing while all he wears is leather and black. you sported sparkly makeup: cheeks perfectly blushed, eyelashes elongated almost doll-like, and your lips were beautifully painted. to compare, all suguru really did was some eyeliner before his gigs.

when geto first introduced you to the band as his girlfriend, everyone (even satoru) was shocked. you and him were very secretive and lowkey about it. you started off as his tutor from college last year, then train buddy, until your final evolution as girlfriend on the lowkey (to your request); that in itself caused satoru’s constant interrogation.

“why now, suguru? she’s so cute and you’re so—?!”

“now? because the band is blowing up and i don’t want her to be known as a groupie since i want her to tag along; i convinced her to be introduced to you all. and yeah, i know.”

as the main lyricist for his band cursed expansion, multiple of their hit love songs were inspired by you too; might as well meet the real inspiration. you were his muse and his saving light (real title track btw).

at hindsight, you were a complete contrast to suguru’s soft-spoken yet articulate demeanor; you were extroverted and chipper. you were the reason suguru’s black fender sported a little bow carving in the back; the reason suguru’s eyes shone out to the crowd looking for you in the front row. <3

(you were also the reason that suguru’s usually brooding manner was much lighter, much to shoko and satoru’s relief.)

[kurooangel]

cw: smut. soft sex. oral. riding. timeskip haikyuu.

oh to take care of ATSUMU.

one of your favourite moments is when he arrives late because he overstayed practicing. you miss him, of course, but he is so tired that he is all yours the moment he crosses your front door. after his shower, he sits on the couch and starts telling you about his day. he gently caresses your hair while you take his dick in your mouth, listening to him. he closes his eyes as he keeps talking, complaining about his teammate who didn’t hit one of his perfects sets.

“that’s enough, sweetheart. c’mere” he whispers, opening one eye before palming his lap. you straddle him and pull your panties to the side, aligning your entrance with his cock. “where was i?” atsumu caresses your thigh with his callous and big hand, closing his eyes again. “oriver didn’t hit your setting” your hands find his shoulders and he nods, growling when you take his large dick inside your gummy walls. he feels like home now, easing all his stiff muscles and receiving him as the way he loves while you slowly roll your hips against his.

⋆.˚✧

[kurooangel]

PERMISSION NOT INCLUDED ꩜.ᐟ

cw: brother's bsf kuroo, sneaky lînk?, your brother will kill him if he finds out, lots of makeout, semi-public, fingering, p in v, they nearly get caught (all the characters are 18+)

“don’t even think about flirting with my sister.”

your brother’s voice cuts sharp the second kuroo steps through the door, all lean muscle and that infuriating smirk. kuroo laughs, rough and dismissive, like it’s the dumbest thing he’s heard all week.

“why the hell would i flirt with your sister? she’s probably, what—twelve?”

he’s cocky, so sure of himself. until you walk in.

you’re not twelve. you’re a grown ass young woman, all soft curves and glossy lips, wearing a sundress that clings to every inch of you like a second skin. your eyes meet his, and something dangerous sparks. kuroo’s smirk falters.

“oh,” he mutters, voice low. “shit.”

he tries to keep his distance. tries to be good. but kuroo’s never been subtle.

he’s always lingering. watching you laugh, your head tilting in a way that makes his cock twitch. his eyes drag over your shorts riding up, your shirt hugging your tits when you lean. it’s a slow burn, heat pooling in his gut until it’s unbearable.

you notice. you always do.

you catch him staring when you suck juice off your thumb, his jaw ticking. catch his fists clenching when you stretch, your tank top teasing a glimpse of skin. catch the way his voice drops when you say kuroo-san like it’s a fucking spell.

he’s your brother’s best friend. loyal, dependable kuroo tetsurō. but he’s a man, and you’re a temptation he can’t ignore.

it’s late, past midnight. your brother’s passed out upstairs, the house dead quiet except for the fridge’s hum. you’re in the kitchen, barefoot, in a loose t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts, digging for a snack. the fridge light spills across the floor, casting shadows.

kuroo appears in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, cock already half-hard against the fabric. his hair’s a mess, like he’s been tossing in bed, thinking of you. his eyes rake over you, dark and hungry.

“couldn’t sleep?” you tease, voice soft, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

he steps closer, the doorframe creaking. “something like that.”

you lean against the counter, your shirt riding up, showing the curve of your hip. his gaze locks there, shameless.

“you’re staring,” you murmur, echoing that hallway moment weeks ago.

he smirks, closing the distance, his thigh brushing yours. “can you blame me?”

your breath catches. the air crackles, thick with want. his hand grazes your arm, and you feel the heat of him, the hard line of his cock pressing against you through his pants. you tilt your head up, lips parting, and his eyes fix on your mouth.

“he’ll kill you,” you whisper.

“worth it.”

his mouth crashes into yours, hot and desperate, tasting like sin. you kiss him back, fierce, hands tugging his hair, pulling him closer. his tongue teases yours, and you moan into his mouth, the sound making his cock throb. he groans, gripping your hips, grinding against you.

he lifts you onto the counter, the cold granite biting your thighs. your legs spread, and he steps between them, his cock pressing against your cunt through your shorts. you’re already soaked, and he can probably feel it.

“fuck,” he mutters, kissing you again, sloppy and hungry.

his hands slide under your shirt, rough palms grazing your skin, thumbs brushing your nipples. you arch into him, gasping as he tugs your shirt up, exposing your tits. his mouth moves to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, and you whimper, tilting your head for more.

his fingers hook into your shorts, yanking them down with your panties. they hit the floor, and you’re bare, your cunt glistening under the dim light. he stares, licking his lips like he’s starving.

“god, your pussy’s fucking perfect,” he groans, voice wrecked.

his hand slides between your thighs, fingers finding your slick heat. you gasp when he teases your clit, circling slowly, watching your face as you bite your lip to keep quiet. the house is silent, the risk of getting caught making your pulse race, but it only makes you wetter.

“quiet, baby,” he murmurs, lips at your ear. “don’t want him hearing you take my fingers, do we?”

you shake your head, but it’s hard to stay silent when he slides two fingers into your cunt, curling them just right. your hips buck, and he pins you with his free hand, keeping you still as he fucks you with his fingers, slow and deep. the wet sound is filthy, and you’re dripping, coating his hand.

“kuroo-san!,” you whimper, barely a sound, and he smirks, loving how you say his name.

“fuck, i love that,” he says, kissing you to swallow your moans.

his fingers move faster, thumb rubbing your clit, and you’re close, so close, nails digging into his shoulders. the thrill of your brother upstairs, the creak of the counter, it’s all too much. when you cum, it’s with a choked gasp, your pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking them.

he doesn’t let you catch your breath. he’s tugging his sweatpants down, freeing his cock—thick, hard, the tip already leaking. your eyes widen, and your mouth waters, but there’s no time. he grips your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your legs wrapping around him.

“you sure?” he asks, voice strained, cock brushing your cunt.

you nod, desperate, and he doesn’t wait. he pushes into you, slow and thick, stretching your cunt in a way that makes you gasp. he’s big, splitting you open, but the burn feels so fucking good. he stills, letting you adjust, his forehead against yours, both of you panting.

“fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he groans, voice raw.

you shift, urging him to move, and he does, pulling back to thrust deeper. the counter creaks, but you don’t care. his cock fills you, hitting every spot that makes you see stars. he fucks you steady, hard, his hands bruising your hips. you bite his shoulder to muffle your moans, and he hisses, slamming into you harder.

“you feel so fucking good,” he pants, lips grazing your neck. “been dreaming of this cunt for a while.”

you clench around his cock, and he groans, pace faltering. he lifts your leg over his shoulder, the angle letting him sink deeper, his cock dragging against that spot inside you that makes you tremble. you’re close again, the pressure building fast, your cunt gripping him.

“cum for me,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock.”

his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles, and you shatter, cumming hard, your cunt pulsing around his cock. you bite your lip to keep from screaming, and he fucks you through it, thrusts growing sloppy. when you tighten around him, he groans, low and wrecked, and cums deep inside you, filling your cunt with heat.

you’re both still, panting, his cock still buried in you. then, a creak from upstairs makes you freeze. your eyes widen, and kuroo pulls out fast, your mixed cum dripping down your thighs. you scramble for your clothes, heart pounding, as he yanks his sweatpants up.

“shit, shit, shit,” you whisper, pulling your shorts on, cum still slick between your legs.

he’s grinning, the bastard, handing you your shirt and stealing a quick kiss. footsteps hit the stairs, and you dive for a water bottle, trying to look normal. your brother stumbles in, half-asleep.

“what the hell are you two doing up?” he mumbles.

“just grabbing a snack,” you say, voice shaky.

kuroo leans against the counter, smirking like he didn’t just fuck you raw. “couldn’t sleep.”

your brother grunts, grabbing water and shuffling off. the second he’s gone, kuroo’s eyes lock on yours, dark and promising.

“next time,” he whispers, “we’re locking the fucking door.”

you shiver, knowing you’re already hooked.

[kurooangel]

kenma loves how sweet you taste

it started off with him just rubbing your thigh, soft kisses, licking your cheek a bit. but now, he hums against you, lazy and pleased, fingers pressing into your thighs to keep you open. he wasn’t just doing it for you, he was doing it for himself.

“you’re so sweet,” he breathes, tongue sliding deep again. “like candy.”

gentle licks, then sharp flicks, then deep, slow sucks. he keeps changing it up, just to see how you react. all of your whines, gasps, moans just makes him hungrier.

kenma’s been between your thighs for what has to be over two hours now. he’s laid out on his stomach, arms looped tightly under your thighs to keep you in place, mouth locked to your core.

his lips are slick, his chin is soaked, and his eyes, half-lidded, golden, locked on yours— look dazed with want.

“you’re leaking,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your sensitive, swollen folds, tongue flicking out just to catch the drip sliding down.

every time you come, he rides the wave with you. never pulling back, never rushing. he flattens his tongue, dragging it slow and steady from bottom to top, then back again.

“you make such pretty noises,” he says, dipping his tongue inside this time, slow and filthy. his nose presses perfectly against your clit as he thrusts his tongue in and out.

you arch your back, thighs trembling around his head, and all that does is make him groan. low and deep.

“fuck. kenma— how are you still—”

“addicted,” he says simply, cutting you off with a long, lazy lick. “can’t stop.” he kisses your clit before wrapping his lips around it again and sucks.

he pace shifts. tongue deeper, faster, more intense now. you feel your high coming.

he keeps sucking, licking, driving you higher, until your legs are trembling uncontrollably and you’re sobbing his name, fingers yanking at his hair.

he pulls back. his lips are glossy, face a wet mess, eyes blown out with love. he licks his lips, like he’s chasing the last drops of you.

“fuck… you taste so sweet.”

[kurooangel]

cw : none. timeskip haikyuu. lazy cutesy draft

yeah, we all know how handsome kuroo tetsuro is, that’s nothing new. but he is so beautiful, too. nobody can blame you for staring, even if you should be used to the view because he’s your husband. yet, it’s impossible.

he is in the backyard, just chatting with his friends after having played volleyball with them. shirtless, his skin is gleaming with the rays of sunshine against it. his arm surrounding bokuto’s shoulders while all of them speak about volleyball and their league. tetsuro’s honey-like eyes lock with yours when he catches you staring at him, and his smile softens before giving him a pat on the back and walking towards you. “didn’t want to disturb” you say, pecking him when his hands find your waist. “why would you do that? they like you, silly” he chuckles and pulls you flush against him in one of those bear hugs. and there’s the moment you realise that he is surely probably the best decision you made.

[kurooangel]

office sex with kuroo and it’s desperate and hot and it was supposed to be quick but it isn’t because he’s been wanting this for so long and there’s no fucking way he’ll let it end that soon. you’re bent over his desk, skirt pulled up, tights ripped obscenely by his big, strong hands as he fucks into you hard and deep. he yanks you up to him, his chest against your back, and he cups your mouth with his hand to muffle out the cute little filthy noises you’re making. he’s breathing hard, almost whining right to your ear, but he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your neck to hold back.

then, a knock on his office door. of course, the bastard doesn’t stop.

“sorry- ‘m busy right now!”

and the way he says it is immediately telltale. the loser. but he doesn’t care, of course he doesn’t, not when he’s buried deep inside you and you feel just so tight, so delicious, so perfect. there’s no way he’s gonna let anybody interrupt you, and thank god he’d locked the door - you two are just getting started.

@yamsfrecklvs - not proofread! just something self indulgent before i go to bed