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birdybomb · 2 days
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Nekoma team art! Companion piece to my Karasuno print. I hope I can see the movie soon!
Who is your fav on Nekoma? I love Kuroo and Kenma :3
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sachirobabe · 1 day
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Chapter 2
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Kuroo Tetsuro x reader
Wc: 1900
Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.
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Taglist: @merlucide, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu
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Despite waking up on time, you were frantically running around your house trying to find your left knee pad. You thought you had everything packed, but right as you were going to meet up with Himari you decided to check your bag again.
"Mom!" You yell, moving the pillows on the couch to see if your missing knee pad was there. It was not.
"I have no idea where it could be, sweetheart." She says apologetically, "Check the car?" She suggests.
You had to leave in 5 minutes if you wanted to be on time. Your coach would kill you if she found out her captain was late on the first day.
"Good morning my second mom!" Himari walks into your house, greeting your mother with a hug.
"Hey sweetie." She returns the hug. Himari looks at your disheveled self, running around like a maniac.
"What's wrong with her?" Himari chuckles.
"She can't find her left knee pad." Your mother sighs, handing Himari her lunch that she had made her. Your mother made lunches for the both of you, this week was her turn to make them.
Himari raises her eyebrows and quickly unzips her volleyball bag, "I thought it was weird I had an extra knee pad." She says and calls your name, holding the missing knee pad.
"Oh thank god." You take it from her and shove it in your bag, "Where was it?"
"My bag." Himari laughs, waving to your mother as you both walk out the door.
You roll your eyes, "You stole it."
"You left it." She giggles.
You both made it just in time for class, Himari sat in the desk next to you. Class was going relatively fast, it was the first day, so it was the easiest.
Himari watched the clock tick, her stomach was rumbling, begging for some food. You watch her clutch her stomach and put her head down.
The second the bell rang, she grabbed her lunch and pulled you along with her to class 5.
"Mori!" Himari smiles widely, your coach, who was also a teacher, lifted her head up from the papers she was examining and raised an eyebrow.
"Himari, you cannot call me that." Your coach says.
"You're my sister, I can call you whatever I want." Himari crosses her arms.
"Yeah, well not at work. Just for that you're doing extra cardio today." Mori glares at her sister.
You chuckle and take a seat, eating your lunch watching them argue about every little thing. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and to get some water.
"Hey, L/n!" You hear your name being called, you turn and see Kuroo.
"Oh hey, please just call me Y/n, I like it better." You smile. "What's up, Kuroo?"
"I didn't know your coach taught here." He says following you.
"Yeah," You chuckle, "Sometimes she makes me help her grade."
"Well, if you ever grade my stuff you'll only see perfect marks." He brags.
"Uh-huh, sure."
"Oh, but what I really got your attention for was our team's schedule." He pulls out a paper and hands it to you, it's a little crumpled from being in his bag. "I heard from Kai that you like to have your own."
"Thank you, we haven't gotten our schedule yet, but I'll be sure to pass it on to you when I do." You say, folding the paper so it doesn't get any more ruined.
"Sounds good." He puts his hand in his pockets and stands a little awkwardly, not sure how to continue the conversation.
You chuckle, "I'll see you later, I have to finish my lunch." With that he watches your figure walk towards his class, assuming you eat lunch with your coach.
He mentally groans at himself and begins to walk back to where his friends are at.
"She made the practice plan." You notice Himari's face down her desk, her voice was muffled.
"It can't be worse than last years," you chuckle, remembering how a few of the girls had thrown up. Mori handed you her iPad to show what was on schedule and you gulp, "are you trying to kill us?!"
"My goal is to get rid of the unserious players day one." She takes her iPad back.
"Yeah, you'll probably get rid of a few of your starters too." You are trying to mentally prepare for after school.
"We'll do more than just throw up." Himari rubs her temples.
Mori clicks her tongue, "It won't be as bad as you think. Now get to class before you're late." You two groan and leave the classroom, going back to your own.
You were assigned a worksheet for the remainder of class, Himari takes your paper and compares it to her own, unsure of where her mistake could be.
You shook your head and stared out the window, the day was going by fast and soon you'll be begging for oxygen at practice.
The last bell of the day rang and students were antsy to leave, you took your time packing your things. Nervousness and excitement pooled your stomach.
"Cmon let's go, we have to open the club room." Himari stands up.
"I'm going, I'm going." You stand up as well and pull your bag over one shoulder.
You continued your small talk, up until you reached the door. The clouds were starting to turn grey, making you frown.
"We might get rained on." Himari notes and walks into the club room.
"At least it'll cool us off while we run." You shrug, taking off your school uniform and changing into your volleyball gear.
The door whips open, making you clutch your shirt to your chest, "LETS GO BABY! First day of the season." Naomi, one of your teammates yell.
"Close the fucking door! We're shirtless." Himari yells back.
"It was just me." Naomi sighs, "Captain." She nods to you and you wave the two off as you go into the gym.
The boys club room was to the right of yours, Kuroo had just so happened to get out the same time you did. "Beautiful day for running, right?"
You turn and see the boys captain and you chuckle, "So you've heard."
"Misaki mentioned it quite loudly." He laughs, "Have you had a chance to look through your first-year applicants?" He says.
"A few of them. We have a huge turnout. I told you we would." You sigh. "And you?"
He nods, "4 of them. That's all we got."
You hum, "I'm wishing you guys the best, we'd love to be able to go to nationals together."
"We're trying," he chuckled, "We'll definitely be there. I promise." He says to you. "See 'ya." And he walks into his respected gym.
You shake your head, you had teased the captains years prior about going to nationals. They have two chances, one near the start of the year, and the other in the spring. That is if the third-years stay.
During your summer break you and the other third-years hung out and talked about whether staying after inter high was a good idea or not. You stood firmly on staying, you wanted to take the team to nations twice. Of course the others followed after you.
The smell of a freshly waxed gym floods your nose, you know it'll be the worst when diving, but you've prepared yourself for the bruises and burns.
"Don't bother putting your volleyball shoes, we'll be going outside shortly." Your coach says as you began to take off your other shoes.
You fake cry and begin stretching, making her chuckle evilly.
After a gruesome two and a half hours, you made it through without puking. You can't say the same for some of the other girls, though.
You're hunched over a ball cart, catching your breath. You eye a number of girls going up to coach Mori, most likely to tell her that they won't be returning.
You think she actually did it, she really got rid of all but 3 first-years.
"I need fluids." Keiko, one of the middle blockers tells you. "I lost all of them during our second session outside."
You scrunch your nose at the thought of her puking, "There's Gatorade in the club room."
"Gather 'round! I just have a few things to say before we tear down the nets," Your coach starts, "Great first day, tomorrow will be similar, please let me know if you won't be coming back." You drown out her voice as she talks about things you've heard the past 2 years.
You're starving. Your stomach tightens uncomfortably, you hope your mother or father made something good. You'll also be taking a Gatorade from the club room.
"Captain?" You coach catches you off guard, "Is there anything you'd like to add before we leave?"
"Thank you all for coming, don't be discouraged by today, it all comes with practice. Please continue to support us! Rest up and be ready for tomorrow. " You end and the room erupts in applause.
You let the starter second-years take the nets down while you converse with your coach for tomorrow.
"I finished up making the schedule, I already sent coach Nekomata a copy, but I know you like to have one as well." She opens her clipboard and hands you a paper.
"Do you happen to have another one?" You say, eyes scanning the schedule.
"Yeah, here." She hands you another, "Why?"
"I wanted to give it to the boys' captain." You say, not paying much mind to it.
"The boy, huh." She smirks.
"What? I just met him, you're delusional." You laugh.
"Don't let boys distract you. Do you remember what happened to Mia?" You recall the memory two years ago, she had gotten dumped the day before nationals. It was horrible for her, she had to be benched halfway through because of her errors.
You shiver at the thought, "I promise nothings going to happen."
Your coach hums, you see most of the girls have already left or gone to the club room. "I'll see you tomorrow." You say.
You can feel some soreness in your legs walking up the stairs to the club room. You throw your jacket and sweats on. 'The schedule.' You remind yourself and make your way over to the boys' clubroom.
"What're you doing?" Himari questions.
"I need to give this to the captain." You say, "Also we're stopping at the store, I need food immediately." She laughs and says she does too.
You knock on the door, hearing some of the chatter die down, a short blonde answers. "What's up?"
"Is Kuroo in there? I have something for him." You say.
"I think he's still in the gym, sorry."
"You're good, thanks." You finish and drag Himari to the gym again.
The blonde was right, Kuroo was sitting on the floor talking to his coach, their heads turn to see who had just walked in.
"Oh—hey," Kuroo gets up and walks over to the two of you. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I just got our schedule," You hand it over to him.
"Thank you." He gives a wide smile, "Hey Coach, do you need one of these?"
"I got it emailed, thank you son. Y/n, Himari." He nods to you guys. "How was the first day?"
"So much running." Himari stares off into nothing remembering how she felt during it.
"And conditioning. But I think coach Mori did it. She got rid of all the unserious players day one." You say.
"I helped her make that plan." Nekomata chuckles.
"I hope our suffering was worth it." Himari sticks her nose in the air. Making the boys laugh.
"Good luck tomorrow." Kuroo waves, when you're out of eyesight he clutches the paper to his chest. He didn't necessarily need the schedule, but you thought of him and that's all he could ask for.
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zohanimenthusiast · 1 month
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KUROO CRUMBS FROM THE NEW TRAILER 😭
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erihelion · 1 month
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baby kuroo!
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zewarudo · 5 months
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voiced by Yuuichi Nakamura
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todoroki-sweetheart · 10 months
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HQ Boys Trying to Put a Baby in You
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+genre. nsfw
+warnings. well obviously baby-making, creampies, talks of getting pregnant, bodily fluids, smut
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Atsumu is committed.
Day and night he complies with your wish, having you any and everywhere he seems content with.
Whether that means fucking you on your bed, legs wrapped around him while he pounds into you, or if it means having you someplace else; like an empty locker room after a game, Atsumu is up for it all.
Personally though, you have to admit that the moments after a game are your favorite. It’s when everything is so raw and alive and the crowd has barely stopped screaming Atsumu’s name before he’s dragging you off to an empty locker room.
It’s there that Atsumu fucks you, bending you over and holding you against the lockers. You can barely think straight as he pours every emotion he has into you, letting you feel his excitement, his anger, or even his eagerness to fulfill your wishes.
On and off the court he’s so determined, and it shows when you’re pregnant less than a month after you start trying.
Non-stop fucking will do that to you though, but much to Atsumu’s pleasure the fun doesn’t have to stop there. After all, he’s already knocked you up, which means he has nine more months of you all to himself. And believe me, he’s going to savor every second of it.
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Sakusa thought it was funny at first. Then, he’s eager.
In a way, he thought you were kidding when you told him you wanted him to put a baby in you. Like okay — he could do that, sure.
Kyoomi has always given you what you wanted, but it seems this time he underestimated how much you really wanted this. And quickly, he begins to realize that you’re not messing around.
You’re on him every chance you get, jumping his bones after practice, before practice, or any other time Sakusa doesn’t find himself busy.
You’re on him and more often that not you’re riding him, taking control of your desires which shocks the hell out of Kyoomi.
He’s used to being the one in control. He’s used to being the relentless one, but he most certainly can’t say he doesn’t like it whenever you straddle him, sinking yourself down on his cock and pleasuring the both of you until you’re nothing but blubbering messes.
Sakusa can’t say he has any complaints at all.
And in fact, he’ll start practicing less, leaving games a little earlier than usual, all just to rush home to you and have you in any ways he can.
As long as it takes, he’ll be there. With open arms, and an eager cock.
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Kuroo can’t think of anything else. He’s literally fucked dumb.
No matter where he is, the thought of last night’s endeavors are always playing in his mind; every moan, every touch captivating his attention and it’s bad.
It’s gotten to the point where the only thing Kuroo can form a coherent thought about is your pussy. He thinks about how good you always feel wrapped around him when he’s in meetings.
He thinks about the way you squeeze him whenever you’re so close to cumming, and the way you seem to milk him for everything thing he’s worth, every time.
Kuroo’s not sure how long he can keep up with your request, simply because he’s getting overwhelmed. He craves nothing but you, wants to come home to nothing except you with your legs spread open.
And more often that not, that’s exactly what he comes home too. And as much as Kuroo knows it’s gonna overtake him, as much as he knows that your pussy is gonna suck him down a rabbit hole of desire; he still can’t resist sinking his cock into you every time, always wondering if this will be the day you officially ruin him.
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Bokuto is insatiable.
He’s desperate to fulfill your every need, wanting to do it all for you and this is no different.
Bokuto’s only mission is to give you what you want, and if his baby wants her pussy filled every night then who is he to deny it?
In fact, he’s right there with you and before you can even blink, buried inside you to the hilt.
The feeling of his heavy balls slapping against you is one that you will always welcome, knowing that it’s your job, your duty to milk him for everything’s he’s worth. After all, that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted him to fill you up until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant.
You wanted him to fuck you like your life depended on it, and so you told him that. And so he delivered.
Every chance he gets, Bokuto makes a mess of you on his cock, cumming into your womb again and again.
It got to the point where he was overstimulating himself, but he didn’t care. He had a one track mind when it came to you and besides, Koutaro could never resist making you happy. And if his cock could do that, then you better believe he’s going to be buried in your cunt any chance he got.
Fucking you over and over until he was sure his princess got everything she wanted.
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mirumototsubasa · 4 months
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My scans of the One Fine Day shikishi series from Haikyuu!!
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tonedtsumu · 5 months
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Day 9: Kuroo
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Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, mating press, breeding (if you squint)
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Kuroo thought he was safe for the dreaded month of November. He was a divorced 29 year old, the father of two adorable little boys, and he had a young, pretty girlfriend; younger by seven years. He was able to control himself around you, not wanting to rush too fast into this fresh relationship he already cherished immensely. You, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and ravish him every time you laid your eyes on him. I mean, how could you not? Kuroo was the definition of a DILF; and you had the pleasure of having him all to yourself. The stares you would get from jealous women when you would walk hand in hand through the streets had a sense of pride manifesting itself into a smirk rested perfectly on your lips.
On November 9th, your designated date night, all of the desire you kept locked away became too strong. Seeing him step out of his bathroom in a white, tight, long sleeved button-up, black slacks that hugged his thighs deliciously, and his hair as wild and untameable as ever; you couldn’t let him leave this room without getting a taste.
“I don’t wanna go out anymore,” you stated after letting your eyes roam his tall frame in the doorway shamelessly.
His brow furrowed in confusion, hands dropping the tie looped around his neck as he turned his full attention to you sitting on his bed, “why not, sweetheart? I made the reservation yesterday, I promise we’ll have a table this time.” A month ago, he forgot to do so, and you had to make the embarrassing walk back to his car. The night wasn’t all that ruined, though; pizza, Disney movies, a bottle of wine, and laughter made it the best date night you’ve had so far.
“It’s not that,” you said with a giggle, standing up and making your way over to him, “kinda want something new for dinner.” The way you spoke, the underlying sensual tone, had his eyes widening as you stood in front of him, taking both ends of his tie and pulling him down to your face.
“Wh- what? Like-,” Kuroo spluttered, his face as red as the dress hugging your body in all the right ways. He was in a tough spot; of course he’s wanted you, from the moment he saw you in that little coffee shop, but he had no clue about your feelings towards that aspect of your relationship.
“Tetsuro, please, I need you so bad,” the pout situated on your lips and the way your pretty eyes begged for him… how could he say no?
“Is this what my sweetheart needed? Huh?” His hot breath on your neck as he taunted you made you clench impossibly tighter around his cock slamming it’s way so deep in your pussy, “this pussy- god, she’s so tight.”
Kuroo had you in a complete mating press, stuffing you to the brim with his long cock that had you drooling at the sight of it; now your jaw is sore from a face fucking that you were sure you could handle. “Daddy-” the name had slipped from your tongue between harsh gasps of air, brain just as empty as your pussy was full.
His pounding hips stuttered in their place, a deep, hearty groan rumbled from his chest as his forehead came to rest against yours, “pretty pussy wanna make me a daddy again?” He knew there was no way, not yet at least, but the way you kept sucking him in… had him seriously considering it, “better take what I give you then, yeah?”
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kairismess · 5 months
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:・.☽˚。・゚ their ideal dates . . . (part 2)
featuring: bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, and tooru oikawa
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🏐 genre: fluff !
✒️ word count: 641
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⺌✧❀ bokuto kotaro
🦉 his ideal date: laying down on your lap.
bokuto loves being around you so often, he finds so much comfort in you that merely being around you is the best way for him to cool down and relax after an exhilarating match. you are bokuto's refuge from all the chaos and fast pace of the day... which he causes most of the time. he wishes he could stay in your embrace forever, nothing would make him happier than just being close to you, in your arms, all the time.
bokuto is a little bit of a spoiled brat around you whenever you indulge him in the hugs and cuddles he longs for, but laying down on your lap to take a break after practice is his favorite thing to do. can he help it if your thighs are so pillowy and all he wants to do apart from bite and squeeze them is to lie down on them and stare up at you, smiling like a dork and begging you to kiss him, over and over until he's drowning in your love?
⺌✧❀ tetsuro kuroo
🐈 his ideal date: tutoring you.
kuroo is a really nerdy guy, but he keeps it on the down low most of the time. he loves participating in class and reviewing his lessons when he's got nothing else to do in between periods–it's kind of strange to you, since your image of this boy before you met him was way different than the cute nerd you're dating now.
kuroo is head over heels in love with you, so much so that he jokes about doing your homework so you have no excuse not to spend the rest of the day with him–and he kind of means it, because he's that crazy for you. kuroo can never say no to helping you, he loves it whenever you come to him for homework help. and in his honest opinion... he wishes you'd come to him every time you needed help, he's more than willing to help you, and he really wants to help you pass and get grades you'd be really proud of. your success is his success, too–and as long as you need him, he'll be there; just say the word, and he'll be there.
⺌✧❀ tooru oikawa
🍞 his ideal date: sharing milkbread with you.
oikawa is volleyball obsessed... but he loves another thing, milkbread; and he ultimately loves you. his ideal date is sitting down with you, maybe during lunch break, and sharing with you pieces of his favorite brand of milkbread. he does admit (to himself) that he wishes he knew how to make it, not just for himself, but rather... kind of to impress you, just a little bit.
he knows he has kind of an ego and is put on a higher pedestal compared to others–he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, due to the pressures that kind of image has on him–but when he's with you, he doesn't feel like he has to act around you; he can be himself, a person, when with you. talking about your feelings with him and vice-versa over a good few slices of delicious milkbread is the perfect way for you both to release your pent-up feelings after a long day.
sharing milkbread with you and feeding you–sometimes teasing you and eating up the portion he was going to put in your mouth–are just some of oikawa's favorite things to do with you. he loves pissing you off, but he loves making you smile even more. to see you smile all happily after he feeds you and calls you cute when your cheeks look full and you look all happy munching the pastry down... it makes his heart flutter, just a tiny bit. maybe he'll make some next time, it'd definitely be your favorite milkbread from then on if he doesn't burn it, that is.
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saigethearies · 5 months
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saige’s terrortober presents…
future
seeing how good tetsuro is with kids has you wanting him to put one in you.
camp counselor!tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader
contents/warnings: breeding, unprotected doggystyle, vaginal fingering, kitten and mama petnames, mentions of marriage and babymaking, no pregnancy reader is on birth control, reader and kuroo are in college and work at a camp
wc: 1.4k
18+ MINORS DNI
the crisp fall air felt even more refreshing at night. the changing colors surrounded the camp in pretty hues of orange and red, matching the warm flames crackling away in the middle of the circle. storytimes are firepit were always a hit during the fall season, when the camp operated more as a babysitting service for couples on a date night rather than the usual summer sleepaway. it was honestly nice, allowing you to keep your counselor job into the start of the semester without having to work as many hours so you had time for your coursework.
the convenience wasn’t the only thing you loved, though.
“the group inched closer to the closet, flashlights held tight in their hands as they crept through the dark,” kuroo narrated, voice projecting so every kid listening in could hear.
you smiled at the way your boyfriend had them all on the edge of their seat, everyone’s undivided attention on the rooster head as he told his tale. he knew exactly when to pause for dramatic effect or when to emphasize a certain point. it was honestly impressive how great of a storyteller he was.
“they finally reached the door, turning the knob slowly and opening the door with a loud creak only to find…a report card! full of f’s!”
the kids all laughed, seemingly amused with the funny twist kuroo chose to end his story with. he didn’t want to send the kids back to their homes too scared, now. you chuckled along with them, heart feeling all warm watching the way he interacted with the children.
in your three years of dating, it was not lost on you how naturally amazing kuroo was with kids. he always treated them with the same kindness and respect he would give an adult, and you could see the content smile that would come onto his face whenever a youngster would engage in conversation with him.
not only was it precious, but it was honestly attractive. you were nearing the end of your college years, graduation on the horizon, and he’d already brought up the m word multiple times- not to mention you caught him studying the sizes of your rings that one time. while you told him not to rush anything, you knew he was the one you were going to marry. not only that, but this was the man that would most likely be fathering your children, and every time you saw him bring a smile to a kid’s face, it just reminded you of how amazing of a dad he was going to be.
and that made you want him so much.
knowing that he would take such good care of you and your potential babies drove you up the wall, wishing you could skip to your white picket fence era despite telling him that the two of you were young and didn’t need to be in a hurry.
kuroo caught you staring at him from across the firepit and sent you his signature grin, and you had to resist the urge to press your thighs together, knowing that this wasn’t the place.
the thoughts were still shuffling around in your mind when kuroo drove the two of you back to his apartment later, shift finally over now that all of the children had been picked up by their guardians. visions were dancing across your brain of him gently rocking a little baby, giving piggyback rides to a toddler, teaching a child how to spike a volleyball.
your boyfriend had noticed you were much more quiet than usual but chose not to question it. he figured you would talk once the two of you got home.
the elevator trip once you arrived was silent, and kuroo was starting to worry that there really was something bothering you.
so imagine his surprise when your lips were crashing against his the second he locked his front door, smaller hands gripping his shoulder and pulling him down to your height. his eyes went a little wide in surprise before he closed them and melted into the kiss, never one to look a gift horse in the face.
you pulled away to gasp for air and he grinned, bringing a thumb up to press against your bottom lip.
“what’s gotten into you, kitten?”
nothing could prepare him for what you said next, your eyes glassy and breath labored.
“wanna have a baby with you.”
now wasn’t the time, both of you knew that, and it was mainly just the lust talking at the moment. however, the idea still filled both of you with a sense of excitement and adrenaline. you were on birth control, but a little practice for the real deal in the future couldn’t hurt, right?
you felt his large hands snake under your t-shirt, forehead coming to rest against yours.
“is that right? my pretty girl wants to become a mommy?”
you nodded. “wanna make you a daddy.”
he hummed at that, beginning to kiss you once more as he backed you towards his bedroom, tugging both of your shirts off in the process. each of you were shedding your clothes, nude as can be by the time you reached the bed.
kuroo gave you one final kiss before commanding you to get on the bed.
“all fours.”
you did as you were told, keeping your ass towards him and arching the way he liked. you heard him step towards you and almost cried when you felt his fingers teasing at your entrance.
he slowly pumped his index and middle in and out of you, amazed at how wet your cunt already was. how long had you been wanting this?
not in the mood to waste time, you craned your neck to look at him, a desperate look in your eyes.
“inside, tetsu! want you inside now!”
he normally would refuse, insisting on prepping you. but tonight you had asked for a baby. you asked for a baby as if you knew about the endless dreams and fantasies in his head of you with a sweet little bump on your belly.
he’d give into your plea to forego foreplay tonight, but only this once. only because you managed to hit him where it really hurts.
the moan that tore from your throat as he split you open was the neediest he’d ever heard, and he wasted no time in starting to cant his hips as deep as possible. you were mewling, trying to push back to meet his thrusts each time, the want to be filed fogging your mind.
“so good! so good!”
you felt his hand between your shoulder blades, pressing down to arch your back even more. he groaned as he started to hit even further down in your walls, as if he was trying to get as close to your cervix as he could.
“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me.”
he didn’t think he’d ever felt your pussy grip him this tight. you were going to milk him for everything he was worth, and he honestly couldn’t wait.
you felt him lean over you, his chest against your back as his hot breath fanned against your ear.
“gonna be the prettiest mama ever. can’t wait to see how beautiful you look carrying my baby.”
you whined at his words.
“baby! want your baby, tetsu! want it so bad!”
“fuck.”
your cries had him pistoning into you even faster, so ready to give into your pleas and grant you your wish. maybe not today, but someday.
the coil in his stomach had grown so taught, and from the way your thighs were shaking, he knew yours had, too. he brought his thumb to your clit, knowing it would be the last shove you needed to tumble over the edge with him.
“where do you want it, kitten?”
he already knew the answer.
“inside! inside inside inside, please!”
one last rub at your sensitive nub had the wave of pleasure crashing over you, your orgasm sending kuroo into his own as he spilled his cum deep into your cunt. you’d never felt so full in your life.
you slumped against the bed, boneless. you heard kuroo chuckle behind you and felt a kiss pressed to the crown of your head.
“come on, mama,” kuroo said. “don’t go tapping out on me just yet.”
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saige’s terrortober masterlist
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Husband that recognizes that you're pregnant with your second child even before you, because suddenly you're craving that special food you ate only the first time you were pregnant.
Husband that has to calm you down because you're spiralling and seat next to you as he tries to convince you to do the pregnancy test and see if you're having a family addition.
Husband that supports you and look at the pregnancy stick in your place and hugs you as soon as he sees two lines on it.
Husband that reassures, hug you and say he's going to protect you and the baby in your womb just like he did the first time.
Husband that owns scary dog privilege title even more now, because no one will be allowed to say or comment or make you uncomfortable in any way.
Husband that from now on takes care of the house and your first child's homework because you can't lay a finger from now on for 9 months.
Haruchiyo Sanzu, Kakucho Hitto, SATORU GOJO, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Shuji Hanma, Hajime Kokonoi, SHION MADARAME, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsuro Kuroo, KEIGO TAKAMI
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You don’t have to see their faces to recognize them , the way they bow is enough 😆
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satorisoup · 1 month
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ICK .ᐟ pt. 1 pt. 2
ft. bokuto, osamu, kuroo, atsumu, and akaashi.
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✉︎ incoming note from the writer .ᐟ
don’t take any of these seriously!! im slandering my own favs in this so dont worry, we suffer together teehee >:3
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ᰔ BOKUTO
this is my blorbo, and it pains me to say it but i just know this man has the worst body odor EVER on match days. it’s genuinely so bad. when he’s on the court with his beefy self sweating up a storm… YIKES i can smell him from here. don’t get me wrong he’s very hygienic and usually smells like a good cologne! but that deodorant is doing nothing when he’s playing volleyball. don’t go sniffing him after a game because you just might burn your nose hairs off.
ᰔ OSAMU
prefers when girls “don’t wear makeup”. yes, he thinks you always look adorable but he doesn’t hesitate to say he likes you better without it. says he likes a “natural girl”, but when you take your makeup off he’s automatically asking if you’re okay because “you look tired.”. PLEASE someone tell this man to hush up when it comes his dumb “preferences” because it just makes him look douchey.
ᰔ KUROO
he’s unfortunately a smart ass. do not try to get into arguments about ANYTHING with him because he’s automatically pulling up google to prove you wrong. and even when its HIM that’s wrong, he continues to try and make himself sound right. it could be about something so minuscule and he already has a wikipedia page open. “no that’s actually not true look-“ KUROO I LOVE YOU BUT SHUT UP! im just trying to talk about a damn bird i saw.
ᰔ ATSUMU
he’s really, really bad at giving gratuity to restaurant staff. he’s super nice to them, but he thinks a $5 tip should work fine on your 100$ check with multiple modifications to your order. he’s so used to his brother giving him free food at onigiri miya that he’s lost all sense of good percentages when it comes to the tip. at this point, cover the tip yourself and let him pay for the rest because he just doesn’t get it.
ᰔ AKAASHI
GRAMMAR POLICE. oh my god. please read over your text 10 times before you send it because he WILL find something wrong with it. even if it’s very obviously a typo, he’s correcting it before he even responds to your message. buy him a shirt that says “you’re*” on it because its his catchphrase at this point. want his help studying? think again. you’re basically going to be redoing everything you had done. you should really just let HIM do it.
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Nekoma!!
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moon4nge1 · 9 months
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Haikyuu!! Imagine
Pairings! Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oikawa, and Kuroo x f!reader (implied)
Prompt!
⤻ “don’t you know who I am?” He asked, his eyes narrowed at you. You nodded your head, “of course I know who you are. I just don’t care.”
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Atsumu Miya
His eyes widen in shock, surprised at your response. “What do ya mean ‘ya don’t care’?” He questioned you back, putting up air quotes after repeating your words. You only shrug your shoulders, “I mean I think your popularity is overrated. Like you play volleyball plus you are good looking-“ he cuts you off. “Hmm so you also think I’m good looking?” He teases, leaning towards you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his head away, “if you would’ve let me finish, I was going to say, ‘to others, but to me you’re like an average guy.” He can only grin, not seeming to acknowledge your words. “Nah ya think im pretty.” He smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you, much to your protests. “Ahhh it’s alright, everyone joins the ‘Tsumu club at one point”
Osamu Miya
He looks surprised for a spilt second before it disappears. “Hmm you don’t have to lie. It just makes you seem more desperate.” He muttered out, about to turn on his heel and leave. Your eyebrows scrunched together at his words. “Excuse me? I’m sorry but not everyone is your little fan girl Miya.” You exclaimed, your arms crossed against your chest as anger builds within you. He lets out a sigh, “ya right that was a little rude of me, sorry. But seriously I’m not falling for the whole ‘im not an admirer’ thing. It gets old” he groaned, his hand coming up to rub at his face. You can feel a little sympathy for the younger twin in front of you grow, “geez, I’m actually starting to feel bad for you. It happens that much for you to accuse everyone for it?” Your tone was soft, and didn’t hold any previous anger. He looked at you suspiciously, he couldn’t tell if you were being honest with him right now. You shrugged your shoulders, “well consider me not a fan, seriously. I mean you’re very talented, but I’m not going crazy over it like your fans.” You snort, finding it ridiculous how one can go crazy over this boy. He rolled his eyes, “I guess we can be friends.” He stated out of nowhere, catching you off guard. “W-what?” You almost chocked on your saliva. He grins, walking away. “See ya later y/n” he waves to you in the air. You’re left standing dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway as Osamu turns the corner. “Wait how do you know my name?!” You call after him, but didnt get a reply back as he was already across campus.
Rintarō Suna
“Really?” He questioned, suspiciously eyeing you. You nod your head again, “I don’t know what they see in you honestly. Don’t get me wrong, you’re amazing at volleyball, but outside of it you’re just so normal.” You shrugged you shoulders. He let out a hum, nodding his head. “Well most of the girls are really after the Miya’s” he shrugged, “I can’t tell you how many times a girl has came up to me just for the twins” he grumbled out, annoyed at how many interruptions he gets a day. You let out a low whistle, “well if it helps any better, I’d very much rather pick you over the twins any day” you stated before quickly adding, “still not going to be fan though!” He let’s out snort, nodding his head. “Alright, whatever you say.” He grabs his phone, and a sudden panic fills you. “Wait I’m being for real! Ugh I was just trying to, I guess, cheer you up?” You rushed out, but it sounded more as a question than you clearing the air. He can only grin and pretend to scroll on his phone, amused at how you’re trying to defend yourself.
Tōru Oikawa
He gasped dramatically, his hand placed over his heart. “No way, there’s no way that you’re not whipped for me.” He states matter-of-factly, only making you cringe a little. “Ugh seriously do you always act like this?” You question eyeing him weirdly. He drops the act, letting out a sigh. “Yeah that was a little over the top” he gives you a cheeky smile, before leaning towards you a bit. “Hmm are you sure you’re not whipped for me though?” He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. You take a step back surprised, “are you trying to seduce me!?” You accuse, and he immediately stands straight. “N-no I was just.. gosh no why would you think like that” he groans out, his arms outstretched in front of him. You try to hold in your laughter, but fail. “I didn’t expect you to fall for that” you said between laughs. Oikawa has a pout upon his lips as he watches you try to compose yourself. “You’re not funny. That was not funny.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. You wipe away fake tears as you slowly nod your head, “it was little funny.” You guys bickered back and forth, and he couldn’t help but to enjoy having a nice interaction with someone outside his team.
Tetsurō Kuroo
He smirks, “sure doll, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You let out a huff of air, “see this is exactly why I don’t understand how girls fawn over you.” Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Like seriously, the cocky-ness is just too much” he shrugged his shoulders, “it’s not everyone’s cup of tea,” he eyed you. “But hey maybe I can change that” he flirtatiously said, which only earned him a scoff in return. “Yeah, hard pass. I’d much rather stick with being a watcher than a fan.” You stated. He quirked an eyebrow, “if you watch me doesn’t that make you fan?” Your eyes widen slightly, before you’re shaking your head, “listen I can enjoy talent when I see it. But to go out of my way to gain your attention? No way” you clarified. He couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to his lips, “whatever helps you sleep at night doll.” He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you to walk after him. “I’m serious Kuroo, do not think I’m going to fawn over you!” He only hums in response, a smug look on his face.
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✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I hoped you enjoyed this! This is my first time writing an imagine, so I hope it’s good! NOT PROOFREAD!!
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Lev: Hey Kuroo, what're you doing?
Kuroo, taking a BuzzFeed quiz to find out what kind of bread he is: Captain stuff.
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