#haikyuu kuroo tetsuro

[sakuraryomen01]

I'm horny so I'm writing about my thoughts.

warnings: nsfw, fem reader, mdni, blowjobs, sex in different positions, some size kinks, nipple play, possible breeding, man handling if u squint

words: idk I didn't count but it's a lot

ft:: yuji, kuroo, bokuto, and sukuna

Yuji Itadori🐅

He's been brain rotting for a while and it's annoying how much I think about him, but I love him too much to make him move out.

I love thinking about how heavy his cock must get when he's hard, and ready to come. It'd probably tilt with a thick vein pulsing along the underside so it makes him × 10 more sensitive when you suck him off. He's probably not super long like kuroo would be, but he'd definitely be on the thicker side.

I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be ashamed about being average, but I'm drooling over that stretch baby boy dw 🤤💞

He'd definitely taste.. interesting. I don't see him tasting super sweet like gojo or something, I see him tasting like a savory meal if that makes any sense?

Something like a meal you'd never want to forget or finish early. If yk what I mean, ty. 🙏

He'd definitely try and be gentle during sex and hand/blowjobs. Yuji knows he's a strong boy so being careful of his grip and thrusts is something he has anxiety about often. When he's close though, he'll be in cloud nine and forget what he's doing.

Bucking his hips while his thighs tense and practically vibrate as his climax nears. Praising him is such a great way to tell him "I'm okay" even though his cum's covering your face and lips.

Different positions he loves: doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary

While Yuji does think that your sex life needs lots of spice, he's really willing to do whatever it takes to make you cum! He loves the simple things, but watching you masturbate in front of him gets him drooling and hard.

Kuroo Tetsuro🐈‍⬛

He definitely makes me want to scream daddy at the top of my lungs but then want to cuddle him and kiss his forehead for hours while reading my favorite book or watching a horror movie.

Daddy? I'm sorry. Daddy? I'm sorry.

I get the vibe from kuroo that he lives to eat pussy to relieve his own stress.

Work getting too much? Eat pussy. Staying up too late fucking? Eat pussy + the cream pie. He'd like a girl that'd know how to edge and tease him, even though he'd flat out deny this.

He'd feel hot and heavy over constant teasing remarks or suggestive compliments. Offering a massage during a game would also make him want to kiss you and cuddle you for hours.

Kuroo loves spice.

He'll bring in some kind of toy like a vibrator or ask to fuck on the couch instead of in the bedroom.

(I wouldn't doubt he'd try role-playing.)

Kuroo's just above average with a slimmer cock, but it's big no matter how you put it. He's probably not a sweets guy, but I'd end up making him something like strawberries to make him taste like candy.

Kuroo himself probably tastes like bokuto and yuji since all of them are incredibly athletic and active in their daily lives. He's not ashamed of himself either and probably grooms regularly to keep it "presentable."

Positions and places he adores: the hook, standing doggy, anything that involves a counter

He'd probably try doing role plays that involve his job or his past. Like, volleyball coach fucks captain or something. He's a wildcard tho so I can't say for sure 😃

Bokuto Kōtaru🦉

A owl man that's energy is so contagious and sexy I'd like to eat his ass like a fucking meal— he's the obsession, he's the moment, he's a himbo sweetheart.

Bokuto doesn't hate his ass or his massive man tits, but he doesn't like that they steal the show. We all know that his ass was stolen from a bakery and that those thighs are illegal.

This might, or might not, be an unpopular opinion BUT I would eat his ass any day. I love this man's body sm it's like a plus with his sweet and energetic personality.

He'd be so touchie when it comes to sex, and he probably has a cute nickname for it tbh. He knows that his thighs are a weakness so he'll use them to slick up your pussy and panties while he's busy playing with ur tits and neck.

"feel good baby? Like my tongue?"

Verbal, loud, fast, and rough.

Bokutos strength shines through when the bed's creaking, your ass is jiggling beautifully on his pelvis, and your screams are nothing short of gorgeous. Bokuto loves to use your tits and hips as his personal love handles.

Massive calloused palms that are rough to the touch but feel amazing rubbing and flicking at your nipples.

His moans r loud but so hot. He'll also chuckle in a low tone if you cum more than once around his cock in the first round. (I would, I have.)

Positions? Yes: doggy, missionary, against the wall, in his lap, mating press

His cock is a proud 8 with a thickness that makes u think he stole a muffin or two to feed it. Damn does that stretch hurt but it sounds really good in your pussy!!!

Sukuna Ryomen😈

A devil in life, a devil in the sheets. He'll break your back and break you in one sitting but torture you with his many tongues. It's funny to think about Sukuna being disappointed when he first reincarnates since he doesn't have those swoll coc—

Sukuna is so wild during sex it's like a ride of its own. I'm basing this more on how he is in the manga and anime rather than a romantic version. So, let's begin shall we? ^^

Lord Ryomen does love a little challenge even though it thoroughly annoys him. Having a woman that's fully submissive for him and only him but will get on his nerves regularly makes him want to make sure you know your place over and over.

What better way than to fuck you with his monster cock(s)?

The Vessel version of him is definitely rougher than the true form. True form is bigger, but has a little patience in my opinion. Vessel version has none and since he only has one, he'll make another just to punish you.

My own personal favorite part of Sukuna isn't the tattoos, surprise surprise! I love them fucking biceps and that face. Both true form and vessel.

Tracing my fingers along them as a past time yes, but I'll be holding onto those arms for dear life while burning his face into my brain. Seeing how his eyes will shine while forcing my pussy to accommodate him.

Positions or mild suggestions?: Anything that allows him to fuck your pussy(and asshole let's be honest), does enjoy a show so maybe cowgirl, cuddle fucking when he's lazy or tired

His cock(s) have a powerful taste seeing as he's a cursed spirit rather than a normal human. I doubt he'll taste any better than what it normally tastes like, but I'd still suck it like my life depends on it 😭

Sukuna doesn't have an official size in his vessel for seeing as he can just change it to what he wants. But in true form, he is definitely over 8 inches and thicker than anything.

Take a Coke 2 liter bottle and imagine Sukuna's cocks. That's probably about accurate.

Loved writing for my favorite boys, and I honestly loved imagining them. I'm tagging some ppl I think would enjoy this, but if you want to be removed for any reason pls lmk!!❤️

Tags: @yuujispinkhair, @xxnghtclls

[mavrintarou]

Haikyuu master list

Warning: 99% of the stories are all SMUT(18+), read at your own risk,

Suna Rintarou

Miya twins

Kuroo Tetsuro

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Kita Shinsuke

Iwaizumi Hajime

Oikawa Toru

Kozume Kenma

[missuga]

French Toast — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, living together,

Early mornings with Kuroo are never predictable. 

Sometimes, you have to force him awake even though he set himself thirteen alarms because he swore he’d wake up to them. Other times you’d wake up to his head tucked neatly under your chin an arm draped across your torso as he mindlessly traced shapes into your skin. 

This morning, however, his side of the bed was empty. That was unusual. 

“Tetsurou?” Your voice was laced with a groggy undertone as you yawned out his name. It was a bit earlier than he had planned to get up and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. 

You couldn’t find it in yourself to leave your bed quite yet, it was warm and you were far more comfortable than you had been last night. Getting out now meant you had to start your day, and you were going to enjoy every extra minute of resy you could.

“One sec!” His reply camed rushed and muffled from the kitchen, and then you finally registered the warm scent of fresh coffee drifting into your bedroom. There was something else mingling with the bitter smell, you swore it was cinnamon.

“What are you doing?” You mused, rolling over on your side trying to peak out of the hallway a little more from your vantage point on the bed. It didn’t really work. “Why does it smell like you’re cooking something-”

You were cut off when a loud string of curses flooded the kitchen, and you had to stop the laughter from bubbling out of your chest. It was only a second later when a harsh burnt odor rushed into your room covering up every other homey smell that you’d been enjoying. 

“Damn it.” Kuroo’s obvious frusrtration was almost funny, and you probably would’ve laughed now but you were more curious to see what he was messing up.

Pulling a blanket over your shoulders you pushed of the bed towards the kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the two cups of coffee set nicely on the table, then you saw the two plates set up for something. 

Kuroo stood at the stove one hand on his hip and the other fiddling with something in the pan. 

“What’re you makin?” You hummed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to peak around his broad shoulders. That’s when you found the source of the burnt aroma, in the pan there was something that looked like french toast. 

“God, you scared me.” He let out a short breath as he twisted around to look at you, a smile immediatly covering up any sort of pout from ruining what he was cooking. “Morning.” 

“Morning.” You leaned up and pressed your lips to his and he slowly responded, turning his attention away from the stove to you for longer than he meant to. You had to pull back first, staying close enough to where your breath lingered on his lips. “You’re going to burn that even more.” 

“Shoot, you’re right.” He looked back to the pan, pulling out whatever was salvagable and adding it to the small plate of french toast that he’d already cooked. 

As you looked through the plate it seemed that almost every piece was at aleast a little bit burnt. 

“This was harder than I thought.” Kuroo said softly staring at the food as well. 

“How come you’re making french toast this early?” 

“Remember last night when you said you were craving it from that one brunch spot we used to go to?” He answered and his voice picked up an excited edge as he spoke. “I found a recipe online for it but as you can see it didn’t turn out right.” 

“I don’t know, it still looks pretty good to me.” Your chest felt warm from his answer, he was so stupidly thoughtful at times you couldn’t help but adore him even more. “Give me a piece, I want to try it.” 

He tore of a piece that didn’t seem to be too burnt and offered it to you, raising an eyebrow slightly when you didn’t take it. 

“I’m too warm, I don’t want to stop hugging you.” You responded hoping he’d get what you were trying to say, the soft silence from him was your answer though. “Feed it to me.” 

“Oh my god, okay.” He laughed and you could feel his chest shaking slightly. He dropped the small piece in your mouth quickly, faking being scared you’d bite him. “Hows it taste?” 

“You did pretty good!” To say you were suprised was an understatment, despite the appearance of the french toast it tasted amazing, so similar to the one from the restuarant. “Okay, give me another piece.” 

“No, feed yourself.” He laughed again when he saw the expression you gave him. 

“Rude.” You muttered and pressed your face into his shoulder trying to savor the warmth coming from him. “Did you make me coffee too?” 

“Mhm, I didn’t burnt that at least.” He wrapped his arms around you now, resting his chin on your head slightly. Mornings like this were so nice, and you didn’t to share them that often with your class schedules.

“I’d hope not.” You sighed softly after seeing the time. “Let’s eat, even though all I can smell now is burnt food, it’s making me hungry.” 

Kuroo rolled his eyes at your comment, moving away from your hold to set up the food at the table with the coffee. 

“What are you doing?” He asked once you pulled out your phone as you started taking pictures of the food that sat in front of you. 

“I’m sending this to Kenma. He’d love to see how great of a chef you are.”

“I am never cooking for you again.” Kuroo muttered despite the smile pulling his lips up, that was a lie and both of you knew it. 

[houseoftulips]

Unruly Man | K. Bokuto (sneak peak) ~ the one where your husband just loves how beautiful and plump you are from carrying his child

➤ sneak peak to my Wattpad story - Queen of Fukurodani

➤ ft: king!bokuto kōtarō x queen!fem reader

➤ content warning: pregnant reader, lots of talk about pregnancy, breeding kink, squirting, oral receiving (f), cream pie kink, fingering, kinda proofread bc i did this is one sitting

➤ note: in my official wattpad story, i will have an original character :)

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You were on your way to delivery your child anytime in the next few weeks or so.

Your group of healers and even your husband were very adamant about your first child being a boy counting by the way your belly is slowly dropping compared to those who birthed girls. You saw it as a myth, not really believing that just because your belly dropped slower than others means you’ll birth a boy.

Your husband, King Bokuto or King Bo, thinks that your child is a boy due to how energetic he is inside of you. You were watching your king play a friendly duel with the Commander of Fukurodani army, Kuroo Tetsuro when your child had kicked you a few times too hard.

Your groaned in pain and shock from the tiny foot hitting one of your ribs making you lean down and hold onto your side. Everyone around stopped and nearly dropped what there were doing hearing their Queen in anguish. Bo was quick to drop his sword and come running to you, his wife. “Darling!” he called to you as he quickly wrapped an arm around your lower back and intertwined his fingers with your free hand. “Y/n? What is it?” he worriedly asked.

“The baby…,” you giggled but with pain still in hidden in your tone, “The baby kicked my side.”

Bo was worried even more even though your sweet laugh is heaven to his ears. “They didn’t hurt you, right? Are you still in pain?” he asks.

You smile and cup his face seeing how much love he has for you in his golden eyes. “It hurts but…a good type of hurt,” you say as you take his hand that was holding yours and place it on your stomach where you feel the baby move to find a new position, “They’re just trying to get comfortable, my love.”

He feels the little imprint of feet and what felt like a tiny hand under his warm and calloused palm. “Oh my darling! You and I will have a lively and valiant little warrior!” he beamed before kissing your cheek.

A valiant little warrior indeed…

Your child was already restless as they continued to grow in the comfy home of your belly. He was constantly moving day and well into the night that your back pain started taking a toll on your sleep. You laid awake and a sea of being uncomfortable in your bed while you’re darling husband would say gentle words against the skin of your belly.

“Our little princess…,” he mumbled one night, “Be nice to your Mama for me. She’s already doing so well keeping you safe, yeah? Just wait a little longer then I’ll teach you how to swing a sword,” he kissed your stomach making you giggle.

But there were days were your child would be still as day but your body was still in pain. You remained sitting or laying down as bed rest but you’d get restless too. Your husband needed help to rule the kingdom. He’s always been so reassuring, letting you know that you weren’t just his queen for political reasons. You were his Queen, his love, and his wife, he wanted you by his side.

He noticed you were starting to get uncomfortable as you neared the end of your pregnancy. Especially today, you had ended your morning walk in the gardens with your husband early today because you couldn’t walk anymore, you were more waddling if anything.

“My wife, go rest,” Bo said with a pout as his salt and pepper hair began to deflate, “Don’t strain yourself, please.” You wanted to protest but you just couldn’t. You held a bit of guilt for not sucking it up like what most women of royalty do but Bo as always reassured you. “You are my wife first,” he smiled softly, “You can be by my side when you feel better.”

You cupped his cheek letting him muzzle into your warm hand with the same pout on his face. “Very well…,” you lean up to kiss him to which he was quick to kiss you back, “Make sure to eat well today.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he says before kissing you again.

The day had gone by rather quick since you did sleep for most of it. But you decided to remain in bed with a book in hand since you were so comfortable. After reading just a few pages of your chosen book, a knock was heard on the door of your chambers.

“Yes?” you called out gently. You look up to see the door open revealing your lady in waiting.

She sends you a curtsy, “Your Grace, his Majesty would like to see you.”

You smile softly, “Come in, my love,” you call to him. Your lady in waiting steps aside letting the King walk in with his happy smile that’s held on his face all the time.

Bo looks at the lady in waiting, “I’ll take my dinner in here with my wife,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” she bows again before leaving the room.

Bo immediately looks back at you with his eyes softening at the sight of you. “How are you feeling, love?” he asked as he began to rid himself of his uniform.

“Better,” you smile, “I would’ve joined you earlier but I haven’t been comfortable in a while. I apologize.”

“No need, darling,” he says before climbing into bed with you and taking the book out of your hands, “I’m retiring for the day to be with you.”

He then pulled your back to his chest making you lay on your side and be completely engulfed into his embrace. You hun happily feeling his warm chest against your back making you muzzle you body more against him.

Bo held back a groan feeling the curve of your bottom pressed against his clothed cock. He runs his hands under your belly and rubbing small circles against your skin with his thumbs trying to distract himself from the pleasure he’s feeling with you against him. You hum again in both relief and pleasure as you weave your fingers with one of his hands.

You turn your head to look at your king who was nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Will you deny your Queen’s comfort?” you ask as you feel both his palms hold your stomach.

“Never my love…” he smiles as he lifts your stomach to relieve the weight off your body. You sigh feeling the pressure in your hips and back completely go away in seconds, “My don’t we have a heavy boy growing,” he laughs gently into your ear as he absentmindedly begins to move his hips against your ass.

“Mmm, he’s the cause for my back pain now,” you smile as he placed gentle kisses along the sides of your neck while continuing to lightly grind his cock into your backside.

“Ah, I must say that I’m a little jealous, my love,” he chuckled against your ear before kissing you cheek. His hips begin to put more pressure against your ass making you sigh in pleasure.

“Why is that, my king,” you whined as one of his hands pull away from holding your stomach to your leg. He gently hooked his arm under your thigh leaving your dress pool over your hips leaving your bare, yet glistening cunt feel the cool air in the room.

His ring and middle finger snake towards your cunt to gently rub circles against your clit. You moaned softly as your free hand ran up Bo’s neck to lightly tug the ends of his hair. He groaned against your neck as he slowly began to pick up the pace feeling your wetness slip out of your tight little hole.

“Because…,” he moaned before kissing your lips softly, “…it’s not my me that’s giving you pain, my dear wife.” He then slipped two fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp and pull on his hair. He didn’t want waste time because he just wanted to be inside you so he curled his fingers instantly pressing against the sweet spot he knew all to well.

“Fuck!” you whimpered against Bo’s lips that hovered over yours.

“Cunt still as tight as our wedding night,” he laughed mockingly as he slipped his wet fingers out of your cunt to rub your clit again making you whimper at the loss of feeling full. “You think I can fuck you as hard as I did that night? With your beautiful belly in the palm of my hands… My cock stuffing you full again, huh?” he kissed your lips softly seeing you nod your head silently as your grind your hips against his fingers.

“Pervert…,” you moan with a smile as Bo pulls his cock out of hs trousers. You can feel his swollen tip lightly graze your clit as you began to grind you hips again.

“Yes, my darling…,” he moaned against your mouth as he continued to rub his tip up and down your drenched cunt, “I am indeed a pervert…,” he slipped his cock inside you making you cry out his name. The feeling of your velvet walls flutter around his cock nearly had him fill you up in seconds. “…and such an unruly fucking man…”

His hips didn’t dare to begin to start slow, he immediately began to rut his hips against your ass making you scream out his name once again. “Kou! Fuck -!!m-my love - please!” you whimpered with a tug on his hair.

“Yes, my darling? You wish for me to stop?” he groaned as he continued to (almost) violently roll his hips against yours, a pool of sticky mess of your cum covers his cock deep inside your slicked cunt.

You shook your head not wanting to feel empty. You felt so close to finishing already as Bo’s cock kept pushing further into your g-spot. “Please! Don’t stop! M’feel so full,” you moaned out loud as your body began to shake in his arms.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” Bo whimpers feeling your walls clamp down harder against him. He’s close too, but he’s trying so hard to go on longer because he want to you to cum with him. “Cum, my love. Squeeze me a little more - shit - just like that ,” he rubs your clit as he continued to fuck you into the heavens. He leaves a kiss on your lips before pulling back to see how fuck out you are because of him and he loves it so much.

With his cock buried deeper inside you, his gentle kisses on your lips, and his rough fingertips against clit made you push further into your climax with every single thrust he gives you. The knot in your stomach threatening to break any second as you feel his other other hand still remaining under your stomach this whole time.

“My King,” you moaned out as you feel his cock twitch of his formal name, “Fill me please, I want more. Give me more babies,” you whimper with tears of pleasure filling the corners of your eyes.

His cock twitched again with a deep groan coming from his chest slips from his mouth. “Yeah? My wife wants another baby after this one, huh?” his pace quickens but becomes sloppy as he’s nearing his end. His fingers continued to run a bit harder against your clit.

You nod in response to distracted go form any words that’s aren’t incoherent. “Right there,” you mumble as your eyes begin to roll back, “Kōtarō!” you squeal out his name like a prayer over and over again as you feel the knot ready to snap.

“Cum, darling,” Bo moaned, “I’m right there too.”

On command your cunt gushed all over his cock and the bedsheets while your screams were silenced by your husband’s lips against yours. Your muffled screams and his groans were heard in the hallways of the castle as his warm seed fills you up once again. Your body shook violently in his arms while his fingers continued to rub against your clit.

“Wait, Kou!” you squeal away from his lips.

“One more,” he slows down his hips as he continued to hit your g-spot, “One more, just like that, darling.”

Then you gushed out again. Your mouth hung open as your let out a silent scream while Bo watched with a cocky smirk on his face. You creamed over him as you practically cocked warm him. Your cunt continues to flutter around him as you come down from your high.

“We’ll done, my love,” he praised with a kiss on your lips as he slowly pulled out. He moves your to lay on your back as he was about to get up to clean you up but one look at your cunt dripping out his cum made his hard once again. “Fuck…m’sorry darling,” he groans before he leans down in a blink of an eye sticking his tongue inside your hole.

“Nggh!” your back arched immediately as your hands immediately tugged on his hair, “Oh my god! Kou, I can’t - shit!” you cried out feeling his tongue against the walls of your cunt. A mix of your cum and his drool out of the corners of his mouth as he literally buried his face into your pussy with a groan.

He could fell you flutter on the tip of his tongue so he continued to slurp the remnants of what he released into you earlier. He was about to lock eyes with you till he saw you plump belly blocking his view and oh how he fucking loved that. He began to pump his cock with his hand. “You taste good, love,” he groans, "you're fucking soaked." he's drunk on you, his fingers move to dig into your thighs as he buries his face deeper in your folds.

“Oh!” you gasp as you abruptly feel the knot forming again, “Kou please! S’too much,” you let out one more gasp as your thighs shook in his palms and you cunt gushed all over and in his mouth.

Bo slurps and licks every drop you offered to him before forcing himself to pull away from you with a gasp. He smiles see how swollen you gotten as he sits back onto his knees. Your blissed out eyes lock with his feral ones, his smile softens as he leans over your face to give you a chaste kiss. You both moan into the kiss letting him slide his tongue into your mouth.

You both pull away breathlessly with soft smiles on your faces. “Such a good girl,” Bo says as he nudged his nose against yours, “I’m fucking another child into as soon as you heal from birthing our son.”

You laugh as you cup his face with both your hands and give him another kiss. “Why not sooner?” you joke half joke. Bo chuckled as he got out of bed and scooped you up into his arms to take you to the bath.

“You have a royal womb, my wife. Bearing a child is a battlefield enough,” he kisses your forehead, “No need to strain yourself when we can try again when you’re ready.”

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[apollodarling-writes]

Kuroo x male reader that's always dressed heavily .. but one day he wears something like those tight sleeveless turtlenecks and kuroo had to double take because he's like “is that rlly my boyfriend?”

i had fun writing this. it is short, so im sorry- i had fun, but it was hard coming up with ideas and trying to incorporate them.

tws: no warnings. just fluff.

Kuroo loved you very much. He adored your sense of humor and the times you shared together. He particularly enjoyed your comfy style- though sometimes he wondered if you were burning up with all of those layers you typically wore. The heat in Tokyo wasn't something to gloss over and he admired your determination to pair long sleeves with baggy pants.

He was so used to you wearing so many layers that when he invited you out on a date together after his Uni classes, he wasn't expecting you to be wearing something as revealing as you were... rather it was revealing for you.

You had decided that today would be the day to wear a black, sleeveless turtleneck and a tighter pair of ripped, black jeans. You looked good. You waltzed into the café, Kuroo's eyes glossing right over you until you sat down in front of him.

"Hey, dude. My boyfriend is gonna be sitting here." Kuroo lazily glances over at you, then back to the door, and finally settling back onto you with wide eyes.

"[N-Name]?! Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you!" Kuroo shoots out of his seat, the chair squeaking against the tiled floor. "Oh-Oh my god."

His eyes trail over your frame, drinking in every inch of skin he could.

"What is it Tetsu?" You blink innocently. "Can I not wear clothing that shows my skin?"

"N-No! That's not it! I just-" He sucks in a breath. "You look fuckin' amazing, baby. I wasn't expecting you to wear this."

You chuckle at this, eyes twinkling as your lovely boyfriend continues to stutter out why he hadn't recognized you and that yes, he does love you! he just-

"Tetsu, my love. It's okay."

The man in question huffs in response, a smile tugging at his lips as he places his hand over yours.

[chaoticevilorange]

Head empty only sakusa, kuroo, Osamu coming home and tired and are just in shock once they see you with wet hair coming out of the shower in a towel to make dinner and they just think that your like the most beautiful person in the world and as soon as you make eye contact he is just all of a sudden very horny and is set on getting you pregnant-

Oooooh yessssss some horny time skip boys

Haikyuu x reader

Ft. Sakusa, Kuroo and Osamu

After work

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Training was exhausting as usual, but somehow he wasn't tired from the practice

No, he was mentally tired, he had to deal with Hinata, Bokuto and their monstrous ability to say the most cursed shit he has ever listened to

Sakusa was dying to finally get home

You always give him peace, your soft smile and your beautiful eyes got something he can't point a finger on

Arriving at your shared home gave him some relief

When you came out of the bathroom calling for him just wrapped on a towel he frozed in spot

You look so endearing, hair wet, that smile he adores so much asking how was his day

You just got close to peck his lips and made your way a bit far from him

He doesn't know why, but he needs more of you, he wants more of you

So he grabs your wrist turning you around and slams his hot lips against yours with a new purpose, he wants to start a family with you

Is one of those rare occasions were he doesn't take a shower after arriving home, but he doesn't care he just wants to fill you up

Kuroo Tetsurō

Office work sometimes take a tool on his brain and body

Feeling the exhaustion of extraordinary hours of work he looks at his phone

It's almost 9pm, it means he spend almost 12 hours far from home, from you

Sometimes he thinks he should be spending more time with you, and suddenly his mind drifted to other scenarios

You, him and maybe someone else on a holiday...

Yes he has been daydreaming about having a child with you, he wants to have a family

Arriving home he placed his keys on the counter and walks to your shared room

You're not curled in the sheets reading or playing with your phone as usual

Then he hears the click of the door from the hallway and sees you

Beautiful as ever, wrapped on a towel, bare underneath, hair wet, he can see some drops making their way down your collarbone

You ask how was his day and if he was hungry, of course he's hungry, you're his dinner tonight

And he won't tell you this out loud, but he will make you his cream pie tonight, oh well... as many nights it takes to having a little you around the house

Miya Osamu

The restaurant was fine, what wasn't fine was how tired he was at the end of the day

Sometimes he thinks he needs some vacations, but he doesn't really knows if is a good idea now

He wants to spend more time with you, he wonders if you ever get tired of his constant ramblings about the kitchen and his costumers

When he gets home he smells something familiar, walking to the kitchen the oven is turned on at the lowest setting, a timer running on the countertop

The timer sets off ringing out and he hears your rushed steps on the hallway, and when he sees you...

Hair wet with some shampoo still lingering in the top of your head, a towel messily wrapped around you, and he hears your sigh of relief

You are happy he finally got home, you were showering and left the oven on thinking you would have time

You start to apologize but he gets closer to you with hunger on his eyes

You're so sweet, so thoughtful, thinking he would get home hungry for some food, but he has other plans now

He will devour you completely, somehow looking at you in such domestic predicament makes him wonder how good will you look pregnant

With a new goal for the night he decides he will be taking a shower with you and then he will fill you up many times as he can

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

[izufeels]

⌕ [ dear yn (love kuroo tetsuro) ] — t.kuroo !

dear yn,

are you made of uranium and iodine? because all i can see is U and I together ;)

i didn’t know how to start this so i figured a chemistry pick up line would make you laugh

let me just skip to the important part of this; i love you. i’m in love with you. and i have been since second year.

i’m not crazy. i know thats what you’re thinking, asshole. and i’m not joking either.

this letter is way too serious for me and i’m actually cringing at how bad this confession is. i’m also cringing because i’m too much of a pussy to do this in person.

kenma came up with idea though, so blame him. (we both know he’s gonna deny it, but he suggested the letter.)

and i know it was a pussy move to give this to you on a friday because we don’t see each other over the weekend but this is genuinely the most terrifying thing i’ve done in my life

so when you see this and get over the initial shock, text me

and don’t make fun of my hand writing because i know that’s something you would do

i’m gonna end this now before i say something that’s too cringe

love, kuroo tetsuro

[kodaiki]

sucker for you.

summary: you’re dramatic, there’s no doubt about it. so when you get annoyed at your vampire boyfriend, what do you do? wear all the things that would cause his suffering, of course.

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

genre: vampire!kuroo, human!reader, fluff//humor, established relationship, (flashback) meet cute, (mentioned) college!au, v domestic, reader is dramatic <3 

word count: 5.6k

a/n: repost!

“y/n! i’m … oh no.”

kuroo stands at the door of your shared apartment, face falling at the sight of your figure on the couch with stubbornly crossed arms. but it wasn’t your crossed arms and furrowed brows that caught his eye first, but what was hanging around your neck.

you were wearing a string of garlic around your neck.

freaking garlic.

kuroo walks into the apartment a bit, freezing when the stench of garlic reaches his nostrils, making him turn his face away with teary eyes. 

“how was your day, tetsu?” you greet your boyfriend, voice laced in a sickly sweet tone kuroo hears straight through. he can’t help but twist his face into a sour expression, both in discomfort and slight confusion.

“’was fine,” kuroo mumbles, eyeing the garlic warily, too worried to say anything else.

“did’ya happen to forget anything, hm?” you ask absentmindedly, attention turning back to your cellphone. after a beat of silence, your eyes flit up to meet his fearful ones. “like, i don’t know…our lunch plans?”

kuroo’s jaw drops and he smacks his forehead. shutting his eyes tightly, he curses. “dammit, y/n. i’m so sorry, i forgot.”

“this is the second time this month,” you deadpan with a frown, looking back to your phone where the restaurant-you-were-supposed-to-attend’s yelp page was, shining its five stars in your face. 

you understand that your boyfriend doesn’t exactly have the same…appetite as you do but kuroo’s usually prompt for your planned dates; he adores showing the two of you off just like any guy should their girlfriend and even his craving can’t stop him from doing that.

“i decided to stay at the office late to get some more paperwork done,” kuroo frowns solemnly, wanting nothing more than to reach out and cradle your face in his hands, hoping you’d understand how sorry he was. “it slipped my mind.”

you let out a loud sigh. you’re well aware kuroo’s been stumped at work - this current job has been kicking his ass since he’s still being considered a newbie and he’s been running all around, off on errands and coffee runs you know he shouldn’t be doing. you sigh at the image of your boyfriend running around his office, tie out of place slightly - a habit from pulling it when he’s feeling frustrated - and hair in more disarray than usual. then, you imagine what his boss and supervisor must look like, glowering down (well, most likely up since kuroo’s a pretty tall individual) at him with an evil glint in their eyes.

to make things clear, you aren’t actually mad at him. sure, you’re bothered that you haven’t had much romantic time with your boyfriend in a while, so your dismay of that happens to be directed at him.

not to mention, you have a habit of blowing things a little out of proportion (it’s all in good fun, although, kuroo seems to be terrified of it, nonetheless).

“what’s next, hm? you gonna forget my birthday? an anniversary?” you let out a gasp for effect. “national pancake day?”

“y/n,” kuroo whines, finally dropping the briefcase, formerly clutched in his hand, to the ground. “i’m sorry!”

“hm,” you hum, looking off into the distance, trying your best to look nonchalant.

“i promise, promise, that i won’t forget again!” his words are stern and his eyes pleading. it’s adorable. he really thinks you’re angry with him. “or… i’ll at least send you a text or call ‘ya if i can’t, and not make you wait around for me.” 

you could never be angry at kuroo; not when he’s giving you that pout that nearly fools you into think he can’t hurt a fly.

well, except for those times that he leaves those gaping holes in your neck when he said he’d just ‘give ‘ya a light hickey! that’s all!’

“fine.” you let your phone drop to your lap and you shrug. “you’re forgiven.”

the tone of finality in your voice makes kuroo stand straighter, smile returning, making him look all the more handsome. stupid handsome.

“really?” his face lights like a child’s on christmas and you have to avert eye contact with him to avoid smiling yourself. not that it matters, but when you’re genuinely annoyed or irritated by your boyfriend, you give him - or try to - the silent treatment for some time (you really make this man shake in his boots) before you simply become too lazy to keep quiet. hearing your voice and an accepted apology so quickly was somewhat odd, but kuroo’s far too relieved to think anything of it.

��mhm,” you suck in your lips, attempting to mask the mischievous grin threatening to break loose on your own features. your attention rests on the view of the sunset from outside your window, a beautiful peachy-pink shining through the blinds and onto the floorboards of your apartment.

you don’t say anything after that and kuroo furrows his eyebrows. his eyes flick every now and then to the garlic still hanging from your neck, but you make no move to take it off. 

kuroo grows worried again.

“so…” he begins, shuffling on his feet and reaching a hand up to lightly tug at the hair behind his ear - a nervous habit of his. “you gonna take off the garlic now?”

“no.”

“y/n,” kuroo whines, pouting like a child. “i wanna kiss you hello and cuddle. ‘s been a long day.”

“well, i wanted lunch,” you huff, making kuroo roll his eyes. of course you wouldn’t let it go that easily, even if you weren’t mad anymore. “’guess neither one of us is getting what we want today, hm?”

“baby~”

“tetsuro~” you repeat in the same whiny tone he used, arching an eyebrow at him.

kuroo taps his foot on the floor a few times, cupping his chin in thought. “how about i make dinner? will that get you to take off the damn garlic?”

“hm, no,” you shake your head. “besides, i already ordered dinner.”

“did you?” kuroo’s eyes widen slightly. “whatcha get?”

“italian.”

kuroo crosses his arms over his chest defensively. “now you’re just being mean.” 

in a sing-song voice, your voice lilts, “there’s some blood bags in the fridge if you’re hungry.” then, you gesture over to the fridge across from the living room. “you don’t need dinner, do you?” 

“but…” he trails off, looking over at the fridge. even if all he needed was blood to survive, kuroo was craving some dinner with you just about then. “i wanna eat with you and you hate seeing me drink those.”

standing up from the couch, you walk over to the kitchen, kuroo stumbling away from you - you have the courtesy of murmuring an apology - and scrunching his nose up in distaste as he felt the burn of the garlic from a few feet away.

“this is ridiculous. would you please take off the garlic?” kuroo pleads, jutting out his lower lip with sad eyes. you almost coo at how cute he looks. deadly vampire, my ass.

“uh-h,” you drawl, tapping your chin, “no.”

“where did you even get the garlic?”

“i went to the grocery store and bought garlic,” you say simply, only to laugh at the baffled look on your boyfriend’s face. “kidding,” you roll your eyes. “the neighbors, superstitious as they are, offered me some in the lobby today.” with a cheeky grin, you add, “just had to seize the opportunity to torment you.”

kuroo shake his head in amusement. “of course you did.”

leaning down slightly, you open the fridge and push away some of the blood bags kuroo stole got from the hospital and grab a water bottle. twisting the cap off, you turn to kuroo who’s followed you into the kitchen but is now standing a reasonable distance away.

“so, you’ve been sitting on the couch wearing garlic around your neck since this afternoon?” kuroo furrows his eyebrows with a weird look.

“basically, is that a problem?”

“hate to break it to you then, babe, but you must stink to not only me, but everyone else-”

“jerk!”

“brat,” he grins devilishly. he takes a cautious step forward and reaches a long arm over for your hand which is just in his reach - “ouch!” he seethes, holding his palm. “really, y/n? silver rings?”

your grin widens at that and you wiggle your brows.

“what, the neighbors had a yard sale or something?” he asks, sighing at the sight of his skin healing itself. “is it really torture your vampire boyfriend day?”

“that should be a thing,” you muse with a dreamy smile. “it’d make up for your forgetful brain.”

“it’s not forgetful. there’s dozens of years of memories in this damn brain, you think i can squeeze every little thing?”

after a moment of silence, you nod. “yep.”

“well, i’m certainly not going to forget someone as dramatic as you.”

“you better not,” you raise a stern finger at him. “or i’ll just reincarnate and torture you some more.” that is, unless you become a vampire yourself, but that’s a serious conversation saved for another day.

“i believe that,” kuroo chuckles, shaking his head. “i guess i should just be used to the torture then, hm? to save me in the future?”

“i am much more than that, tetsuro,” you say knowingly - he knows it, too. out of all his years, he’s quite sure you’re the love of his life - “what have i been other than an adoring, loving girlfriend to you?”

kuroo raises his eyebrow at you as if saying, i can name some other things. he settles on the easiest and least counter-arguable, “a dramatic brat.”

“ah, yes,” you wave him off in agreement. “but you’ve known that since we met.”

it’s true. your first encounter with the vampire was probably one of his favorites, due to how random it and you had been. it was during your third year at college, kuroo sitting a few rows ahead of you in your lecture hall. your professor couldn’t bother to make an effort in sounding interesting, letting his voice drone on and on, so it was just inevitable that your attention would shift to something else.

that’s when you noticed kuroo. he’d been twirling a pen aimlessly, as he stared rather bored at the professor writing something on the chalkboard. he was a handsome fellow, you initially thought, taking in his height and appearance. from what you could tell, his skin was clear (sculpted by gods) and his hair looked like it was silky smooth to the touch, regardless of how messy it seemed to be styled.

so you, of course, being your creepy little self, went on to observing kuroo during class - you’d think it was the vampire watching the human sort of stereotype like portrayed in the media, but no - and grew sort of infatuated with him that way.

and you honestly thought that’s all it was going to be: infatuation. just a tiny crush on a guy in your class; something to make the hour and a half all the more bearable. but fate had other plans for you.

COLLEGE, JUNIOR YEAR . . .

it’s a rainy day, much like all the other days throughout the month. not that you mind, though. the summer was too hot for your liking so with the cool air and dewey smell, you enjoy the rainy season. 

however, even though the rain doesn’t put a downer on your mind, the sight of kuroo’s empty seat does. you frown at that, pulling your top lip under your bottom one. obviously, the reason you attended class wasn’t to see your crush, but it did brighten your mood and make the time go faster.

you don’t frown for much longer, though, because kuroo walks in, frustratedly shaking a broken umbrella in his hand. you sigh in relief, glad to know your entertainment of the day arrived, and smile at the rapid thumping of your heartbeat. you watch as kuroo shuffles over to his usual seat, only to find it occupied by another student, resorting him to glance around the room for another one.

looking to your left, you freeze at the sight of an empty desk.

please don’t sit here, please don’t sit here, please don’t-

“is this seat taken?”

his voice is deeper than you expected, but not as cold as you thought it’d be. it was warm in a way, bordering a charming sort of tone. 

you squeak at his question regardless. “yeah… no! i mean, yes, by… you… just sit down.” you hide your head in your notes by the end of your ramble, too embarrassed to face what sort of reaction he has.

he must think you’re crazy.

“thanks.” you miss the way he smiles at you as he slips into the seat.

from the corner of your eye, you watch him do just like you’ve seen him do in his normal seat a few rows ahead of you; he twirls his pen between his fingertips.

you spend the majority of the lecture slyly looking through the corner of your eye, just to get a glimpse at the attractive man up close. you’d only ever seen the back of his head and a slight side profile but here sitting beside you, you could see the golden flecks in his eyes, clear as day.

he had a long, chiseled face, eyes somewhat feline but all the more entrancing. his hair, tousled into a messy style was shiny and well kempt and - oh my, he smells delicious, doesn’t he?

following class, as you’re packing up, you realize he hasn’t left yet.

“hey,” kuroo greets softly, probably expecting you to squeak again if he startled you.

“hm?” you hum absentmindedly, your attention still focused on the books your piling into your bag.

“i mean, i can get you don’t think i notice you staring when you’re sitting a few rows behind me but right next to me? you bold, bold then, huh?”

his statement makes your freeze. slowly looking up, eyes widened in horror, you gape at him. he knew?

“i… uh, i…” you stammer, attempting to find your words. you had nothing to say, though, since you had no excuse.

“don’t worry about it though. it’s cute, just thought i should let you know in case you believed you were really good at observing people without them knowing.” there was a teasing lilt to his voice and when you meet his eyes, he’s grinning down at you.

cheeks burning in embarrassment, you look away. “i’m so sorry, i really don’t mean to, it’s just…”

“it’s just…?” he asks when you trail off. you don’t realize the smile on his face has become a smirk, obviously pleased with the reaction he’s getting from you.

hm, what can you say to this.

it’s just… you’re so handsome?

it’s just… i have a huge crush on you?

“it’s just… your skin is amazing and i wanna know what products you use!” you blurt before covering your mouth with your hand.

okay, well, there’s that.

it’s not the sole reason you stare at him, but sure, the thought of his good complexion had you wondering what his skin care routine was.

“you stare at me because i have nice skin…” kuroo repeats slowly, as if to make sure he heard you correctly the first time.

“now i must seem even stranger,” you groan, reaching to grab to your bag and swing it over your shoulder to quickly leave the lecture room to avoid embarrassing yourself further.

out of all the things to say, y/n, really?

“no wait!” you hear him laugh from behind you. you turn your head to see him swiftly move in between the folding seats to catch up with you. “i’m just surprised! i definitely wasn’t expecting that answer.”

the two of you walk out of the lecture hall in silence - you’re busy avoiding all eye contact with the man as he smiles at you, grinning like the cheshire cat - and upon leaving the building, you scrunch your nose up at the sight of the rain pouring even harder than it was earlier.

“damn this rain,” kuroo mutters with an eye roll, staring down at his beat up umbrella. 

instinctually, you pull out your umbrella and after opening it, holding it over his head, offering him to take it. wordlessly, kuroo does without much hesitation. it was odd, almost as if it was a routine thing you’d always done with each other.

“what were you expecting then?” you ask over the pitter-patter sounds on your umbrella of the rain. 

“hm?” he looks over at you with furrowed brows.

“what were you expecting me to say earlier?”

“oh,” kuroo nods, remembering your prior question, lips twitching up into another smile. “i dunno,” he shrugs. “the response i usually get is that i’m attractive and then they proceed to ask me out.”

“yeah well,” you mutter with a frown, “i don’t have enough balls for that.”

“hm, what was that?” kuroo asks, turning his head to bring his ear closer to you. obviously with his vampire hearing (that you didn’t know about yet), the little shit kuroo had heard you but he just wanted to hear your confession again.

“nothing!” you pipe, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

kuroo walks you to the bus stop, conveniently where he was on his way to, too. you’d learned that both of you lived off campus, him living a farther distance than you did, making you feel guilty about complaining every day about the inconvenience of traveling to campus.

you exchange small talk, learning about his major and such, just the basics. he’s easy to talk to… well, after you got over that flustered barrier of knowing you’d been caught staring at the guy for the past couple months.

to be honest, you thought that’s all it’d be; just you meeting him briefly and then going your separate ways.

but your friends - bless them, really - quickly shut that idea down and practically begged you to keep talking to him. isn’t this the same man you gush about looking fine as hell? if you don’t befriend him, i swear…

so following that day, you found more reasons (and courage) to speak to him after class, to the point where kuroo became used to your presence. hell, eventually his seat changed from his usual one to the one beside yours! what you first thought would’ve just been a blooming friendship with someone you found attractive, suddenly became something deeper than a crush as you got to know him.

and kuroo noticed…

he noticed your watery smiles, flustered expressions, and most especially, those eyes that look at him like he held the world in his palms. he noticed all of that and he was petrified.

it wasn’t news that kuroo’s a mysterious guy. he didn’t have any roommates nor had many friends at college - he did mention an old friend named kenma living somewhere in europe once, though. even before you befriended the man, you noticed how he kept to himself for the most part, slipping in and out of class without making much small talk with anyone.

that’s why it was slightly surprising that he humored you with conversations before and after class, even if you were the one to initiate them each time.

take away the crush on kuroo, you genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. he was beyond smart, gushing about subjects you hadn’t known he was passionate about and he was funny, too. it’s tough finding someone that’s funny, smart and attractive so knowing kuroo felt like hitting a jackpot if you’re being honest.

kuroo, on the other hand though, was terrified at the slightest bit of connection to anyone. he’s immortal for god’s sake! one emotional attachment and poof, there goes his heart for the next lifetime until they’re inevitably ripped from his life.

but you? man, you were hard to escape. oftentimes, he saw you on campus, minding your own business, whether it be going to class or sipping coffee as you studied on a bench, and all he felt was his stomach swirling with those dangerous feelings and his heart pounding against his ribcage.

rumors went around the university and you had random girls coming up to you, asking how you had managed to slither your way under kuroo’s cold exterior. obviously you were confused since you didn’t really do anything to slide into his life besides asking how his day was or how he felt about an upcoming assignment. 

kuroo had grown too fond of you. it’d worry him just how close he’d get to you before he fled the university to find a new home but even the thought made his heart ache. was he really just going to leave you like that?

it was the only safe option for you….unless he told you.

now that thought scared kuroo even more than he was already. telling you he was a freaking vampire? he was sure he’d gone insane by then.

but then there he is at your apartment a few days later, on a cold winter evening, shaking from nerves at what he was going to tell you and inevitably change your life.

“kuroo, you alright?” you ask, beckoning him inside when you noticed how he couldn’t meet your gaze. his eyes remain downcast as he fiddled his hand in the pocket of his jacket, but he wordlessly walks inside, slipping off his shoes. you notice that he cautiously steps inside, looking around your apartment building that he’d been in multiple times

“coffee? tea?” you offer, on your way to the kitchen. 

“i’m alright,” kuroo finally speaks but his voice is hoarse. at your arched brow, he clears his throat. “water, please.”

you nod, taking a glass from your cupboard and filling it with some water from the pitcher on your kitchen counter. you walk back to the living area where kuroo’s taken a seat on your couch. 

you recall the amounts of movie nights you’ve had with the man, whining and complaining to one another about your different taste in movies. though, when you finally agreed on one, the living room went silent, with an exception to some snorts and scoffs in response from the both of you to the movie itself. more times than not, you fell asleep during your movie nights, kuroo ending up placing your throw blanket over you before sticking a note to your fridge as a form of goodbye for when you woke up. 

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t blush at the thought of him doing such a thoughtful action.

passing him the glass, you sit beside him and turn your body in a way so you’re facing him, in a criss-cross apple-sauce position. “d’you wanna talk about something?”

you watch him nod, and then shake his head. with a sigh, he drops his head, “it’s complicated.”

you nod silently, chewing on your lip as you ponder how to help. “is it something bad?”

a humorless smile spreads across his lips. “that depends.”

“depends on…?” you trail off, furrowing your brows.

“depends on how you take it.”

you blink at that, the line between your eyebrows deepening further. “huh?”

kuroo chuckles at your reaction, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “it’s just… complicated.”

you open and close your mouth a few times but ultimately don’t say a thing, letting possibilities of what he could say fester your mind.

kuroo seems rather uncomfortable about what he has to say and you can’t tell if it’s because he simple doesn’t know how to open up or if the topic itself is an uncomfortable matter. from what you’ve noticed, the man has been somewhat distant as of late.

he hasn’t been responding much to texts,

wait a minute, it’s adding up now…

obviously, he’s figured out i like him and he’s uncomfortable! 

you’re far too embarrassed to be sad at the moment and your cheeks flush in humiliation.

before you have a chance to speak, kuroo beats you to it. “can i trust you?”

your head tilts to the side in confusion, your mind still racing with the idea that kuroo does indeed know you like him. “yeah, of course.”

a beat passes. “ok,” he breathes out, cracking his knuckles and nodding his head from side to side. “ok,” he repeats, more to himself than to you.

“kuroo, what-”

“i’m telling you this because i care about you,” he starts and your heart drops to your stomach. 

this is it. this is happening. he’s about to confront me and then reject me. 

“this may change everything about our friendship but i don’t care because it’s something you should know.”

here we go…

“i’m sick of secrets and above all, secrets between us, so i’m coming clean.”

i guess i am, too.

“what i need to tell you is that-”

“-i’m a vampire.”

“-you’re rejecting me.”

there’s a long silence between the two of you and you stare owlishly at each other.

“huh?”

“what?” you ask, leaning in slightly, as if to hear him better.

“what did you say?” kuroo asks, furrowing his brows. 

“no, no,” you quickly wave him off, “what did you say?”

you heard him. even though you spoke at the same time as he did, you heard him. you think you misheard him but the paleness of kuroo’s face gives a hint that you must’ve heard him correctly.

“i’m uh,” he stammers, looking away from your wide eyes, “a vampire.”

you blink. a beat passes. and then another.

“kuroo, what the hell,” you sigh, lightly smacking his shoulder with your hand. “i thought you were really upset about something!”

kuroo raises his eyebrows in defense. “i am!”

“not if you’re playing jokes on me! not cool,” you huff, crossing your arms. “to think we were about to have an emotional heart to heart.”

“we are,” he empathisizes. “i’m telling you my deepest secret!”

“a vampire,” you deadpan with a dry laugh. “really?”

“you don’t believe me?”

you purse your lips together and your eyes slightly widen at the seriousness in kuroo’s tone. he isn’t exactly a bad liar but he seems especially truthful right now.

“kuroo, can’t you hear what you’re telling me right now?” did he really think you were so naive?

he nods along with your question. “right, right, i probably sound crazy-”

“-a little bit,” you quietly cut in.

“-but it’s true! i can prove it!”

sure, stories of vampires have always been around since you were younger but all you thought of them as were just myths, something to scare the kids with. in addition, there were all those mainstream movies made that just made vampires seem so made up. 

kuroo soon shut down all your doubts about what he was saying as soon as he bares his teeth for you to see. there’s no speculation needed because you saw his canines grow sharp and long right before you.

you do what any sane person would.

you shriek.

like a goddamn maniac.

you half expect to die right there on the spot, begging for your life as you kneel on the ground with your hands folded, promising to keep your close friend’s secret. to your surprise though, kuroo stands in front of you, doubled over in a laugh as he listens to your pleas. 

it’s amusing to him, really.

he wipes a tear from his eye and reaches for your arms when you stop screaming. “y/n, please,” he says in between laughs, lifting you from the floor. “i get that you’re a tad bit - okay, maybe not a tad bit - very dramatic but jeez, this is not the reaction i was expecting.”

“kuroo, you’re a vampire! what sort of reaction were you expecting? me going, ‘oh cool, wanna suck my blood?’”

he laughs at that, shaking his head at you.

“have you been a vampire this whole time?”

kuroo silently nods. “i tend to move around a lot, y’know, to avoid suspicion. i haven’t been to college in a while and i was interested in seeing the progression of it…and then i met you.”

never did you actually think of the possibilities that vampires, or any supernatural creatures for that matter, existed and knowing you’ve been friends with one for the past few months? this man has witnessed you simp over media made vampires, and now you’re absolutely embarrassed. 

“let’s backtrack to what you said though,” he smirks, tilting his head down at you. “you thought i was going to reject you?”

“huh? oh…psh, that was…that was nothing,” you stammer, attempting to seem nonchalant as you scoff and gesture a haphazard wave of your hand.

“because y/n, i told you solely for the opposite reason. i said i cared about you, didn’t i?” when you nod shyly, he continues. “i was debating on leaving…” your head shoots up at that, frown finding its way on your face. he’s quick to reassure you with a lopsided smile. “but i couldn’t leave you behind. i just couldn’t.”

“kuroo tetsuro,” you mutter, knocking your fist lightly against his chest in defeat. “you will be the death of me.” at the skeptical look on his face, you chuckle, “poor choice of words, my bad.”

“funny,” he smiles, hands finding home at your waist.

“so just to make things clear, what i’m hearing is that you trust me enough to tell your deepest, darkest secret? as in, you…you care-”

kuroo rolls his eyes in amusement at your bashful questions, deciding to cut you off by leaning down and kissing you. all your questions are answered at his action and you don’t hesitate to lean up and kiss him back.

to think you believed that your feelings weren’t reciprocated…

it took some time for the whole friend-being-a-vampire thing to fully register but realizing that your impression of kuroo hadn’t wavered - even though he drank blood bags like they were capri suns - you knew you wanted to keep him around.

thanks to kuroo, your general impression of vampires completely changed. if only you knew that one, vampires existed and two, they were just as human as well, a human. sure, they fed off of people’s blood which was still unnerving to believe but contrary to belief, vampires didn’t attempt to directly drink human blood, instead leaning more toward going to blood banks and smoothly getting blood from there. with new technology and dna testing, the secret of vampirism being real would definitely get out if the species was messy about it.

it was thoroughly enjoyable comparing apparent real life vampires to media’s versions of them. kuroo scoffed and snorted at every question you had comparing him to the twilight vampires.

then came the age question. how old was your boyfriend anyway? sure, he looked twenty-one but vampires are eternally young. to your dismay, kuroo waved you off not wanting to “scare you” as he put so you’re just sticking to the belief that he’s a thousand (that’s a bit dramatic but he can definitely act like a grandpa sometimes).

PRESENT

“i guess you’re right,” kuroo sighs to himself, shifting on his feet. then, a mischievous smile spreads on his face as if he thought of something. “then again, you hate when i’m dramatic so…” he trails off, taking a step closer to you. and then another.

“wait, what’re you doing?” you raise an eyebrow as you watch your boyfriend make his way closer to you. it wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you could see hives appearing on his skin and heard it sizzle. “tetsu, what the hell are you doing?”

“if I have to suffer in order to be happily close to my love, then so be it.” he outstretches his arms as if to hug you before you quickly dodged him by ducking underneath his arms.

“are you kidding me? you’ll fry the skin right off your arms, you maniac!”

the dumb smile on his face doesn’t falter when he begins walking over to you again. “but I want a hug.” he has you cornered at this point, so your only resort was to rip off the garlic and silver rings and just let him engulf you.

“you still smell gross so that’s a little painful,” kuroo murmurs into your hair, making you scoff. “i’m sorry, though. really. and if attempting to hug you with all your silly obstacles is how I have to show it, i will.” he squeezes you a bit tighter and placed a kiss onto your temple.

right…and you’re the dramatic one.

“god, you’re too human to be a bloodsucker. too cheesy.”

“you love it, though.”

“mm, no. i was interested when you had that dark and brooding aura.”

“oh yeah?” he arches an eyebrow, daring you to repeat yourself. 

“definitely.”

“well, damn,” he shakes his head disappointedly, “maybe you should find a dark and brooding guy to be your boyfriend then. i could use a little miss sunshine who doesn’t torture me.”

“good luck finding one,” you grin up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, securely. “what other girl would date a dead guy?”

“you’d be surprised,” he chuckles lowly, making you smack his shoulder. “just kidding! you’re the only girl i need.”

you flush under his soft gaze and lean up to peck his jaw. “so…still up for making me dinner?” you smile cutely.

kuroo slightly leans away with a look of confusion. “i thought you said you ordered italian?”

“nah, i just wanted to piss you off a little further,” you giggle, causing him to laugh with you and shake his head. you pause and look at him seriously, “seriously though, i’m starving.”

“coming right up my dramatic little juicebox.” kuroo pinches your cheek lovingly before turning away from you to turn on the stove. what can he say? he’s a sucker for you, after all.

[lou-struck]

Don’t Let Go!

Tetsuro Kuroo x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 6

Wc: 1.5k

~ After an intense snowfall, You and Kuroo get a day off from work. Since you don’t have to adult today, sledding might be fun

Two pairs of freshly laced snow boots crunch into the untouched blanket of snow that covers everything as far as the eye can see. It weighs down tree branches and covers the roofs of every parked car on the block. It doesn't look like anyone will be going anywhere for a while. 

With his lanky arm draped lazily around your midsection, Tetsuro Kuroo stands tall. His messy raven hair stands out brilliantly against the snowy landscape. 

There is a spring in his step as your path leads uphill. The unexpected abundance of snowfall has gifted the two of you with one of the best gifts known to man. Unexpected Paid Time Off. 

In celebration of this wonderful feat, you decided to enjoy the day to the fullest. Making a good breakfast, going on a walk, watching movies, etc. After sleeping in, of course. 

Your gloved hand tightens around your lanky boyfriend as you feel your feet slip on the slanted earth. You feel yourself about to slip down the hill. You let out a yelp as your limbs flail about in a strange windmill motion to try to balance yourself.

How have you guys managed to walk so far uphill without you realizing it? Before you can ungracefully roll down the hill he steadies you. 

"Careful." he teases, looking back down the hill. Wisps of condensation fill the air from his words. "That would not be a fun trip down."

"I'll try to remember that," you say dryly. "I forgot that ice is so slippy."

He snorts at the usage of the word 'slippy,' but it is all in good fun. "Yes, the ice should really tell you that it's slippy." He shoots you his signature Cheshire cat grin. It's strangely seductive and you find yourself feeling a bit warmer than a moment ago.

"Where are you taking me anyway?" you ask, changing the subject. "Was it your plan to get rid of me by having me perish in a weather-related accident?"

"Never, can't I just want to take you out on a nice, icy walk so you will have to cling on me a bit more than usual?" he laughs, trying to bump into you playfully with his shoulder. It only makes you and your Bambi-on-ice legs lose balance, and you almost fall down the hill again.

You are almost out of breath from laughing at this point when another noise catches your eye. Little high-pitched screams of joy just over the crest of the hill where you believe one of the neighborhood parks is.

You quicken your pace and drag the rooster-headed man towards the sounds of joy in curiosity. The snow-covered playground is just visible in the distance, looking like a little snowy kingdom. But surprisingly, it sits untouched. 

It only takes a moment for you to understand why everyone, young and old, is standing at the top of the park's large, usually grassy hill, which you now recognize as a sick sledding spot. 

Parents chat away as kids slide down the hill on anything that they can. It's not just sleds. There are also trash can lids, cardboard boxes, and even a few college kids trying to slide down on a blow-up mattress. 

"Ah, Youth." he sighs, slinging a lazy arm around you.

"Are you seriously gonna say that every time you see children?" You tease, snuggling into his chest. 

"Maybe," he hums, looking down at you through his dark tresses. "They certainly look like they are having a good time."

"I'm jealous," you admit, crossing your arms over your chest. "I haven't gone sledding in years." 

You watch in fascination as a child, all bundled up in a bright red dinosaur jacket. He hops on his sled and tries to slide off a little mound of packed snow in a little ramp shape. But as he picks up speed, the little dude realizes that maybe he is not ready to pull off such an impressive stunt and quickly veers away from it, only to take out another child who is trying to climb up the hill.

It's hilarious, and you both cackle like hyenas. Tetsuro is so amused by the situation has to hold his stomach from the sheer force of his laughter. 

"Are we assholes?" you ask softly as you watch the two kids get up, dust themselves off, and run back up the hill just so they can slide down again.

"Children falling down has always been peak comedy," he replies, taking your hand. "Come on, I have a feeling we can find ourselves a sled up here. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You'll see," he purrs. Letting go of your hand. 

Before you can ask him where he is going, you see him approach a group of parents. His shoulders are relaxed, and he has a friendly yet slightly flirty smile.

You know that look anywhere, that is Kuroo's self-proclaimed' business mode'. It's what he does when trying to close a deal with a client for the Volleyball association. Your eyes drift slightly to the pile of cool-looking sleds just resting unattended next to the group as their children try to make an army of tiny snowmen. 

What they end up doing with their army, no one knows.

The group is just out of earshot for you to hear what he is saying to them, but you can tell by the laughter and bright smiles from the Mothers that he's got them on hook, line, and sinker. 

Minutes later, he comes back to you; a look of victory is etched onto his handsome features as he pulls a huge red sled through the snow. 

"Did you really go and charm some parents so we could go sledding?" you ask, unable to hide the excitement in your voice. 

"You say charm, I say negotiate," he says, handing the rope to you. "But if anyone asks, you have never been sledding before."

"Tetsuro," you scold, batting him playfully on the shoulder. "You big liar."

"Hey," he says, squirming under your featherlight, "It's half true since, technically, you have never gone sledding with me before."

"True," you relent, wanting to take this thing for a spin. You plop down onto the huge sled and scoot near to front of it. Your feet are still dug into the snowy ground, so you don't accidentally start sliding down. The last thing you would want is to lose your balance and head down this hill backward.  

"Hey, aren't you gonna come down with me?" You cock your head to the side and give him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can muster in the cold. 

He grins and slides behind you. His long legs and arms hold onto you tightly in what one may call a functional bear hug. "Are you satisfied?"

"Yeah," you grin, peering down the hill.

Has it always been such a long way down?

 "We are gonna have so much fun." Adrenaline begins to boil under your winter clothes, and he can practically feel Kuroo's heartbeat in anticipation. "Hang on tight Tetsu; I'm about to push us off."

His arms wrap tighter around your midsection, and you feel him trying to tickle you. "Ready."

You push off, and your sled starts gaining speed much faster than you thought it could. Cold wind rushes past your face as you scream.

You think your boyfriend is screaming as well, but the only thing you can think of now is the large ramp made out of packed snow in your path.

Sure, you could swerve around it. You have the time to do so.

But where's the fun in that?

Ramps were made for jumping off of…

"Let's go off the ramp." You scream above the wind in a shrill voice. You can tell that Tetsuro has heard you because he holds onto your waist for dear life. You pull the rope slightly to the left, so your sled is in line to hit the ramp dead center.

It gets closer and closer and closer until you can see little specks of dirt and pine needles in the snow.

You hit it and go absolutely flying. The two of you must've gone about four or 5 feet in the air when you fly off the sled and hit the ground with a thud. The sled goes sliding down the hill, and you are struggling to catch your breath. The impact has knocked all the wind out of you.

Tetsuro recovers first, His cheeks are pink from the excitement. "Well, that was pleasant. What were you thinking going off the-?" He cuts himself off when he notices how you are gasping for the chilly air.

Honestly, you're fine. The snow broke your fall.

"Hey, Y/n. A-are you okay?" he nervously crawls over to you. His eyes are wild from concern, hair looks even messier than normal as he looks you over for any sign of injury. 

You burst out laughing as the air returns to your lungs. Your bright smiles and snow-covered cheeks help reassure him. "Of course I am, let's do it again."

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Tetsuro Kuroo (17th November)

Haikyu!!

[kkoen]

𝘋𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺

Tw- SMUT, praise, petplay, dom and sub dynamics, Sub!reader, Dom!Kuroo, Female reader, swearing, pet-names, thigh riding, (let me know if I miss anything)

𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙! -> ko <3#4009

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a/n; ahh! tysm for the 50+ followers! I only started writing like 5 days ago and all the love and support you guys have shown does not go unnoticed <3333

WARNING: NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 DNI

If this wasn't love you don't know what is.

To be honest you don't even know how you got here.

you're pretty sure it started out like this when you just got back from the mall. You were so excited to show your boyfriend Kuroo all the new things you bought while out. Especially this cute little bunny set you knew you had to buy to show off to him <3

Fuck, the moment he saw you in such a slutty outfit made him drool.

"y'know baby. You should wear shit like this more often. Got me acting out 'n shit"

"come here bunny. Just wanna see you up close, come sit on my lap for me, m'kay pretty girl?"

The way he knows those dumb little pet names make you so weak, There's no way in hell you wont decline such an offer.

It's only a matter of minutes until the two of you are sloppily making out, rubbing yourself on his muscular thigh <3

Final Thoughts- Holy shit please wear a bunny costume around kuroo he will go fucking feral

[animecidiyolar]

This scene ..

[houseoftulips]

Unfortunate Benefits | T. Kuroo ~ when he realized way too late

➤ ft: ex boyfriend!kuroo testuro x f!reader

➤ content warning: angst, alcohol

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After six years of not seeing each other with no contact in any shape or form - you two are now standing in the same restaurant at a small reunion.

You’d been living in Singapore all this time after graduating college and leaving your old life behind. You were in Japan to visit your family but when your old high school friends find out that you were, they just had to invite you.

Bokuto was especially insistent on you meeting up with them for dinner but his same emo mode appeared through the facetime call just like the old days. You were only there at the restaurant for him and Kenma but you knew that your 18 year old self was relieved to see Kuroo Tesuro again.

Your ex boyfriend/high school sweetheart was one of the reasons for you leaving the country after your rocky break up. Long story short, after all those years from high school towards the end of college was nothing but a lie and a joke to Kuroo.

From what you were told, Kuroo had asked you out during your first year of high school to get his elementary school crush to notice him. When he realized that he was never gonna get that attention he was just contempt on getting it from you. Not in the lovey-dovey way though. More like the I’m settling here because there’s no where else to go. Then he finally got that attention again after reuniting with his crush at one of MSBY’s volleyball game and left you soon after the encounter.

He spilled all his dirty secrets in you and practically admitted that he was cheating on you emotionally and using you as a comfort rag rather than his girlfriend. So you left while he was at his internship job during the day. Everything that was yours was erased from your shared apartment. He didn’t even try to contact you either so you knew that he never loved you over the course of your years together.

Bokuto and everyone else begged you to remain in Japan when you told them that you were leaving a few weeks after the breakup. But they knew that the once in a lifetime experience was offered to you for your career, there was no reason for you to remain in the same place.

But right now, that bed-head looking asshole was looking at you like you meant everything to him. His piercing gold eyes were dancing all over your features that he once cherished during your time together.

“Y/n,” his voice faltered a bit as he shook his thoughts away, “H-hey… When did you get back?”

“I’m not back,” you said simply, “M’visiting family for a bit.”

“Oh,” he sheepishly said as he looked away from the awkwardness creeping in. “Well um, it’s good to see you,” he cleared his throat.

You shifted uncomfortably in your standing position as you remained silent. Your wounded and repaired heart is slowly tearing apart once again hearing his useless words. But your younger self is yelling at you to say something back but you still remained silent.

Kursk cleared his throat again to gain your attention back, “Would you like drink?”

Wanting to drink you sorrows away you said yes on the spot. You definitely scolded yourself for accepting a drink from him but he’s paying for it so you looked the other way. You ordered wine like always but more on the stronger side. One with a more bitter taste than the sweet one that you craved.

The both of you sat in silence for what felt like eternity but you kept taking your occasional sips and so was Kuroo till he opened his mouth. “How is Singapore?” he asked as he glanced at you.

You cleared your throat as you set your glass down, “Good. A little more on the humid side than it is here.”

Kuroo hummed in response and let you guys sit in silence once again. For about thirty minutes you guys had an on and off conversation. Letting you both drown in silence then suddenly talk about scattered things that’s happened to you two over the last few years. Then finally the bitter ice breaker came into tow.

“Me and Sachie broke up,” Kuroo said quietly but enough for you to hear.

You sighed out loud hearing her name again. You didn’t even dare say it in your head because you were still so jealous of her getting the real attention from Kuroo.

“So?” you questioned as you watched your old friends drunkenly laugh together.

“So,” he sighed, “I want to say that I’m sorry for leaving you like that when I should’ve done it a lot sooner.”

You laughed immediately. Not so much as a bitter one but more on the side where you thought it was genuinely funny of what he said. “You’re sorry that you used me to gain attention of another woman?” you rephrased.

“Y/n,” Kuroo said but you beat him from finishing.

“No, no,” you laughed letting the alcohol settle in a bit, “I’m right though. You dated me all those years - not only wasted my time but also yours. And then when you lost her for a bit you settled with me, right?”

Kuroo looked away in guilt because now being a full grown man he has regrets. And one of them is of him using you emotionally. Using your kindness, the tender kisses, the soft words of encouragement, and your love was what he regrets and has been regretting for years. You were in front of him this whole time but he turned a blind eye and chose someone who wasn’t looking his way much like what he did to you. It haunts him, honestly. Your tear stained face was what woke him up from the mask he was hiding his true intentions from behind.

He knew better than to reach you again but he thought he was going to be happier being with the woman he’s been chasing after for years. Lo-and-behold, she grew tired of him or in other words-grew tired of using him. They dated for a year but it was toxic. So much so that when he was finally rid of her, he didn’t cry. He had a breath of relief slip past his lips when she left with her bags.

“Y/n… I know I should’ve done better back then but I was blinded,” he sighed as he ran his fingers through his mess of black hair, “It was too late for me to reach you by the time I realized how much I missed you.”

“How much you missed me?” you repeated with a scoff, “You wanted the benefits from being with me, not the commitment. You were looking for that somewhere else all while I loved you.”

And there was another wake up call for Kuroo. He watched you slide out of your seat and leave the restaurant without giving him another chance. He respects you for that though because in the long run, he doesn’t deserve what you can give/offer him.

So he masks his sulks and aching heart because he knows he has no right to feel the heaviness in his chest. But it’s hard to ignore as more guilt washes through him like a tsunami.

He’s lost you for good.

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[apollodarling-writes]

kuroo x trans ( male ) pillow prince reader??

with a lot of praise please, if that’s alright

TRANS MALE! READER X KUROO TETSURO

tws:  possible dysphoria (i tried to make it like, not insensitive and like the last one I made??? but use neutral terms bc i had explicit permission to use those terms last time, multiple creampie, marking, kinda rough sex, teasing, overstim if you squint, manhandling

cw: soft kuroo, soft dom kuroo, pillow prince reader, praise, slight begging, lots and lots of love, honestly its just kinda kinky lovemaking

MINORS AGED UP!!!!

Kuroo Tetsuro was ecstatic. After two years of long-distance and not being able to give you the love you deserved, you were finally moving to Japan. He had planned the evening out, made sure that the apartment you two were going to live in was clean, made sure to put the presents he purchased for you on your shared bed, and wore nice clothes to greet you at the airport.

And, here he was, holding a bouquet of flowers and a gift basket waiting just across from the baggage claim area. Kuroo was rocking on his heels and humming anxiously. What if his [native language] wasn't as good as he thought it was? What if you decided to cancel your flight and were going to break up with him?

These thoughts halted at the sight of you. You looked like you were glowing. With your [hair color], [hair length] tresses and your [eye color] optics shining with the tears that were forming; the outfit you chose and the way your lips quirked into the smile he loved so much. Kuroo could feel the butterflies swarming in his stomach and the way his heart rate sped up- how his palms began to sweat and tears of his own threatening to spill over his lashline. 

“Testu-chan!!” Your voice rings, a sudden warmth enveloping him as you pulled him closer to you and burying your face in the crook of his neck.Your scent was the icing on the cake, forcing the tears in his eyes to carve a trail down his cheeks. Kuroo wraps his arms around your waist, murmuring an, “I’m so glad you’re here, baby.”

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---Slight time-skip---

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Kuroo absolutely loved the way your eyes lit up when you entered the apartment. He chose most of theses decorations thinking of you. Kuroo was sure to help you unpack and even cooked dinner, making [favorite dish]. The two of you enjoyed a candle-lit dinner together, laughing at each other’s stories, and gazing at each other with eyes filled with unadulterated love. 

One thing led to another, and it ended with Kuroo hovering over your frame, trailing sloppy kisses down the soft flesh of your neck. Soft, sultry exhales left your pretty pink lips, causing Kuroo’s length to strain against the fabric of his jeans. Slowly grinding down onto you, a quiet groan erupts from his throat, the need for you nearly too much for him to contain. Of course, he wouldnt allow himself any pleasure until you had cum several times. And thats exactly what he did. 

Kuroo made you cum until you were unable to speak proper words- incoherent babbles, whines, and whimpers the only sounds that you were capable of making. Only then would Kuroo unzip his jeans, removing his clothes and stroking his length a few times, hissing at the sensitivity of his tip; It was flushed an angry red, precum dribbling down the veins of his shaft. 

“On your knees, pretty boy.” Kuroo pats your hip twice, allowing you to take position. With shaking legs, you assume doggy, arching your back with your legs spread just enough. “Good boy.”

Kuroo rubs the head of his cock against your entrance once, twice, three times, before allowing himself to slowly sink into your gummy walls. 

“Fuck-” 

The bedheaded man groans loudly, gently rocking his hips into you. Running his hand along the dips and curves of your back, his fingers finally rest on your hip. Carefully gripping your flesh, he begins to slowly, teasingly thrust into you. 

“Kuroo, please!” 

Said man’s length twitches inside of you as Kuroo wraps an arm around your waist and presses your back against his chest. Pressing gentle, loving kisses against your shoulder, Kuroo pulls out until the tip of his cock is just barely inside of you, listening to you whine and plead for him to ‘just fuck you already’. 

He snaps his hips into you, bottoming out, then begins to fuck you at an alarming speed. Kuroo growls at the feeling of your walls clenching down on his length.

“Kur- haah! - Kuroo, you feel so fucking good. Im gonna fucking cum. ‘M gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum! Can I cum? Please let me cum!”

“Cum for me, baby.” 

That was all you needed for the feeling in your tummy to snap; gummy walls fluttering around your lover, thighs shaking, and eyes rolling to the back of your head as you scream Kuroo’s name. As a result, Kuroo reached his own climax- hot, sticky seed spilling into you. 

Kuroo Tetsuro didn’t stop, though. He kept thrusting into you, biting into the curve of your neck, and leaving pretty marks for you to wake up to tomorrow. He presses a chaste kiss to your jaw, then flips you onto your back, pressing one of your thighs to his hip and fucks back into you. 

Loud, gutteral groans leave his lips, his fingers digging deeply into your waist. 

“Oh fuck, baby- haaah~,” Kuroo rests his head into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses between words, “You’re doing so fucking good for me. So fucking good. My precious boy. I love you so much.”

Your fingers find refuge in your lover’s hair, a hand gripping one of his shoulders. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love y-”

Kuroo’s babbling comes to a close as you cum together, gripping onto each other and lips meeting in a loving embrace. As the two of you come down from your high, Kuroo gently pulls out and picks you up, preparing a bath.

[chaoticevilorange]

Hello!!i hope your request are open!& i love all your writing you do for the request i had i was hoping you can do haikyuu boys drunk(kuroo,oikawa & atsumu)x reader maybe?

Heyoooo sorry for taking soooooooo long. But here I am! Less anxious and with new ideas for content 🐨 ♡♡♡♡♡☆☆☆

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Drunk on you

Kuroo

Your boy hands alcohol quite well but sometimes he gets more than tipsy

Sneaky man gets his hands everywhere

Grows horny every second

Likes when he pulls you against his body and you try to reason with him

Usually he sleeps on the couch during those drunk days but today he wants to cuddle the shit out of you, you look so lovely all red and shy

He thinks he's ready for some action, but as soon as his head touh the pillow he's out

Next day you bring him some painkillers and water

Slick boy turns on a big bby

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Oikawa

One word: SINFUL

Makes you turn all the shades of red

Is so smooth about it, you're actually considering in have some 👀

But....

He gets out of character when he starts to chuckle

Now he looks like a silly cartoon

He can't stop it, he's even starting to bend over from the lack of oxygen

He's banned to the couch

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Atsumu

The first time you saw him tipsy he looked like he could flirt the shit out of you

And he does for a little but....

Little you know he's actually the dad's joke champion

He keeps going with the silliest jokes he knows, like his head is the wikidadjokes™

So you try to feed him and give some water

Let's be real he's a big baby and wants you to feed him

You do, all while he explains you how do you call an alligator in a vest is an investigator

You bring painkillers for your growing headache, and for his future headache next morning

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Hope you like it! It's been a while since the last time I wrote something that I feel like I'm starting all over, also I'm currently into genshi. Impact if anyone is interested in pome drabbles about some husbando/waifu from the game 🐨 ♥

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some comfort from kuroo for hard times

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transcription:

Y/n,

Hey, I just want you to know that  it’s going to be okay. I know it’s been hard lately, but things will get better from here, even if it takes a while. Good times come and go, and I promise you, good times are on the way, and they’ll be here soon.

It’s easy to feel alone in this big world, but even though you’re just one individual, you’ve made a lasting impact on the lives of so many people. I’ll be the first to admit, you’ve made a big impact on mine. The truth is, you’re not just some random person. You're Y/n, the Y/n that loves to explore and play in the rain and wear floral shirts. You can’t pretend you’re not  a lovely and unique person.

If you need anything, ever, just let me know. I’m here for you. It might not seem like it, but asking for help is one of the bravest things anyone could ever do. And I want to help you. I want you to be happy, to restore some life to those lovely blue-gray eyes. I care about you more than you realize, but that’s a discussion for another time.

-Kuroo