“Hey babe?” his voice lingered from the kitchen to the living room from where you sat nuzzled in the couches-arm rest corner, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
It was your first time living together after finally signing off the lease to the cramped apartment the both of you found on a website. It had been some time of fully going through with the plan of finally living together, with the permissions of both your guys’ parents, to saving up money, and applying for a loan. The neither of you complained it was still a shitty apartment at the end of the day, the both of you had been absolutely done with any paper work that came back to haunt you. It was a start, especially with university going on.
“Yes Tetsu?” You called across the living room, still scrolling through the various videos on your phone. The apartment itself was still pretty empty, various spots of unoccupied furniture stood there waiting for some sort of purpose, the only real house fittings being the singular bed in the room you both shared, a double seater couch, and a makeshift dinner table of a thin wooden 12 by 24 rectangle balanced on two glass cups placed on each end of the wood.
Yeah, it was definitely a start.
The black-haired male winced his eyes looking at the top shelf of the cabinet he opened, he swore to himself he had placed the instant packaged coffee on the top shelf.
“Do you know where the powdered coffee is?” He called back and resumed back to rummaging through the different cylinders and jars of various powders and seasonings of all sorts. His parents were kind enough to send the both of you off with long-lasting cooking necessities for some support, as well as cooking pans/pots stored safety in your small kitchen.
“Should be in the cabinet near the stove, why?” You answered.
His face slowly turned into disorganized confusion, if you had assured him the coffee was in the same cabinet he was looking in right now, and the same place he swore he last placed the coffee there, why on earth was it missing.
A small groan of annoyance erupted from his throat after having been so long of finding a stupid container of instant coffee, “Can’t find it.”
“Check the back of the cabinet!” You yelled over, “Maybe you pushed it back when you were cooking earlier.”
“It’s not here!” He yelled back, now growing irritated.
You groaned more to yourself knowing that you had to get up and help your hopeless boyfriend find the coffee with him. “Check harder!”
“I’m doing that already!”
Letting out a big groan and a deep roll from your eyes, you momentarily powered off your device, placed it on the couch and slid on your slippers before practicing dragging your feet towards the kitchen.
The very sounds of your slippers continuously hitting the floor sent a small panic in Kuroo’s body, although he seemed to keep his cool—he couldn’t help but to notice how his hands began rummaging quicker through the cabinet, regardless, he too—was getting annoyed.
“Move Tetsu.” Your voice behind him was thick and filled with annoyance as he finally stepped out of the cabinets.
From where you stood, you immediately saw the jar of coffee. Sitting untouched from where you last placed it. Then, your eyes shifted to his.
“It’s literally right there.”
Kuroo couldn’t believe the words that fell out of your lips, he raised his eyebrows in utter disbelief and looked back at the cabinet seeing no sight of a coffee jar.
He laughed out your name almost out of shock, “I swear to you, I do not see it.”
In a flash, your hands finally reached to the bottom of the shelf and pulled out the very container that nearly caused a stupid argument against the two of you.
“It’s right here what the hell are you talking about?!”
His golden eyes blinked at your [eye colour] eyes in disbelief. Then, he crouched his body to the bottom of the cabinet that stood closer to your height then looked back at you again, then back at the shelf, then you again.
“Hah… that’s why I couldn’t find it.”
“What do you mean…?”
“You put it on the bottom shelf.”
“So?”
Fixing back his posture he let out a loud laugh to himself finding out how stupid he was. The comparison of his height to yours, now it made much more sense to him why he couldn’t find the coffee.
“Of course you put it on the bottom shelf,” He smiled taking the jar from your hands and ruffling the top of your head and laughing to himself once again, leaving you utmost—confused. He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead as you stood there with question marks lingering around your head as he went back to his empty mug on the table humming to himself with a cheeky smile.
With no words coming out of you, you abruptly left with a shrug.
“I oughtta’ get used to this,” Kuroo said more to himself and placing back the coffee jar on the bottom shelf in the cabinet, ensuring you can find it at your height, rather than his.
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Little gen was on the grind to accomplish as much as he could to win love/acceptance from the negelctful adults around him.
Which makes me wonder, did he actually enjoy ANY of the stuff he did to impress people? The good grades, the perfect scores, the races, the martial arts, etc. Did he genuinely want to do any of it?
Yes, he eventually found a place with the 1st div, but does he...
LIKE fighting kaiju??
Or does he just like that he's in an environment that's accepting and gives him recognition for his skills?
Because there's a huuuuge difference between enjoying the praise/admiration/security he gets from being the strongest in the defense force and enjoying the thrill of kaiju fighting (like Soshiro).
I'm not saying he hates his job! He definitely takes saving lives seriously and gets a kick out of fighting (plus it's really cool!) but It's sad that he never had much of a choice.
Joining the defense force was a way out of a shitty situation. He was a defeated 17-18(?) year old orphan when Isao and Hasegawa met him. He didn't seem like he had ANYTHING else going for him. I can't imagine the regular 9-5 workforce would've tolerated his stubborn rebelliousness the way Isao did (and even then, Gen was cutting it close).
He never really got to discover what his true passions were. And maybe one of his passions is gaming (which he finds time to do at work!) but there's probably so many more things that he never thought of because it wasn't something that would "bring results". He never got encouragement to pursue his own interests!
I guess what I'm saying is that there's a non-zero chance that Gen would've liked some niche ass career like glassblowing vases and we'll just never know because his parents died in a kaiju cataclysm, leaving him to fend for himself.
the whorification of y/n, courtesy of one kuroo tetsurou and his special... talents <3
wc: ~2.4k
tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): dubcon, expicit n*fw, brainwashing/conditioning, mindbreak, bimbofication, mental aphrodisiac, exhibitionism mentions, uh implied sexual slavery(there's a cage at the end??), corporate!setting, fem!reader with inner genitals,
a/n: written for @sugawara-sweetheart and her decadence collab!
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The movies always get it wrong.
Kuroo thinks it’s hilarious how far off the mark they can be, honestly. He’s seen countless renditions of what people think mind control is like, and it’s always so corny and contrived - it’s not like he forces anyone to do things they don’t actually want to. He just… makes suggestions.
Nobody actually knows where their own thoughts come from, do they? So it’s almost too easy to place a suggestion or two in the back of someone's mind and pass it off as their own idea.
Most of the time, people are all too happy to comply with these suggestions.
And Kuroo’s more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.
But he’s bored.
He wants more. He’s had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.
So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, it’s out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and you’re perfect. You’re an unassuming and quiet coworker, you don’t attract attention, and he can tell that you’re one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.
Besides, he’s always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.
Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.
As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesn’t make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.
You find that you can’t help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just can’t seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, there’s an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.
When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You don’t know why you’re no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? It’s normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?
If he’s going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time he’s close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.
It’s not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way you’d moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesn’t mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, it’s so precious.
You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.
And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, you’re no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe you’ve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more… vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.
When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way you’re dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.
You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.
And when he finally asks you out to dinner, it’s easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when you’ve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when you’re so undeniably attracted to him?
On that date, you can barely think straight.
You’re just so fucking turned on the entire time, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.
You don’t care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.
Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.
His experiment was so fucking worth it. You’re putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.
That night, you are very much to his liking.
You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much you’d like to show him around, but he isn’t fooled. You’ve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you don’t really have a choice with the way he’s been conditioning you for the past few weeks.
Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.”
He knows you’re telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until you’re open and dripping, he’s only too happy to oblige.
Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.
He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.
“More,” you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. “I need more. Please.”
His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.
But who is he to deny you when you’re begging so nicely?
Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers can’t reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle he’s able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isn’t something you could ever replicate. It’s so easy to make you cum when you’re desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.
And when he’s done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he can’t help but speed up and ram his cock into you until you’re squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but that’s okay - he’ll save fucking you raw for another day.
After that night, you only grow more eager.
You start doing things you never would’ve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after you’ve been touching yourself.
And just days after he’d fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.
Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that he’ll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever he’s nearby.
You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.
Kuroo can’t help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now you’re begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.
He likes this new version of you very much.
-
Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you can’t tell which is which.
You don’t really care about your boss’s performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just can’t stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.
Why would anything else matter?
To be completely honest, Kuroo hadn’t anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. There’s no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldn’t be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesn’t really care, doesn’t really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut he’s slowly trained you to be.
He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but there’s just no room left for who you were anymore.
We’re all shaped and molded by our environment, aren’t we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.
Of course, he’s not delusional. He knows he’s responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, you’re safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. There’s no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.
He doesn’t have a spare room, but that’s not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesn’t want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - you’re content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.
Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He can’t help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.
Considering the state you’re in, you really don’t know any better, do you?
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Mina: Look, both of you just agree and say "I'm sorry" to each other on the count of three.
Soshiro: Fine.
Gen: ...whatever.
Mina: One, two, three!
Soshiro:
Gen:
Mina: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of you.
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