kuroo being a nerd while making you squirt for the first time
kuroo lays with his cheek on your thigh, his fingers twirling the hem of your shorts. he kisses your thigh, “baby…” he says softly.
you look down, “hm?” you put down your book. he pouts up at you, “i learned how to make you squirt while fingering you.”
you laugh, “what?” he nods. “i seen it! look!” he grabs his phone and opens twitter. he shoves his phone in your face, showing you a video.
you look at him, “seriously, kuroo?” he lays his head higher, on your stomach. “yes! i wanna try!” he whines. you put your book on the nightstand.
“fine.” he says a little yay! before removing your shorts. he’s fingered you before… just never made you squirt from fingering.
he kisses your panties, “remember when i ate you out… through your panties?” he asks. you cover your face, “don’t remind me.” he smiles, “you were super overstimulated… it’s because of the pressure and tension of—“
“baby..” you stop him. he nods, “sorry.” his fingers carefully remove your panties. he kisses your clit instantly.
you gasp, “kuroo…” you say softly. you look down at him, your head on your shoulder. he stares up at you as his tongue flicks on your bud.
“ready?” he asks. you nod, “mhm.”
he sucks on your clit as his slender fingers enter you. you moan softly, biting your bottom lip. he hums, “good… good girl. i got you.”
your head falls onto the soft pillow, “i’m gonna start now, kay?” he says. you nod again, “o-okay…” his fingers pump in and out of you.
your wetness makes a squelching noise, “oh fuck…” you whimper. he continues to finger you as his lips wrap around your clit.
“i feel you… i feel you squeezing my fingers. you close?” he asks. you moan, “yes… yes…” he sits up more, his large warm hand pressing against your stomach.
“does this hurt?” he looks at you. you open your eyes again, “no, baby…” you reassure him. “tell me when i find it.”
his hand presses harder… and harder until you gasp and tremble, “oh fuck— kuroo.. baby— right there!” you moan loudly. he smiles, “right there?” you nod frantically.
he spits on your cunt as he leans back down, his hand still pressured against your stomach. his tongue attaches back to your clit.
you tremble and moan repeatedly, “f-fuck! it feels like i’m about to pee—“ you throw your head back. he devours you, “i know… it says that squirting feels like you’re supposed to be. even though i would be fine with you peeing in my mouth—“
“shut up… shut up, kuroo,” you whine as your fingers grip his hair. “baby—“ you breath heavily as your juices cover his face. he continues to pleasure you as your high goes down. he gets up, slapping your cunt.
“good fucking girl, baby! you did so good!” he smiles. you look at him. his spiky black hair now messy and covering one of his eyes. he looks down at your sheets, “made a mess but it was worth it, right?” he kisses your cheek.
warnings. afab!reader i think, post!timeskip, NSFW!!
a/n. this is a reupload bc the original post was flagged and removed :( i also changed the banner cus that might’ve been part of the issue
links to pt2, pt3, pt4, and pt5
☆ — HINATA
☆ he goes nuts when you wear anything that exposes your thighs. not really sure why, but he just loves them, especially if they're on the bigger side. if you're sitting next to him, he's got his hand on your thigh, subtly squeezing it every now and then. easiest way to get him riled up is to wear some shorts that cling to you in all the right places. he's got his face between them in seconds, begging you to suffocate him.
"cmon... squeeze harder, baby."
☆ — KENMA
☆ it gets him really worked up whenever you kiss his neck, especially the back. it sends prickles over his skin every time. it's such a casual thing, and he's honestly embarrassed over the effect it has on him.
☆ he also loves when you spend his money on something nice for yourself (lingerie). it makes him feel nice, especially if you model for him. and of course he has to show his appreciation by dicking you down and ripping up said lingerie, spewing promises of buying you some new sets.
"mmh- shush, i'll get you a new one."
☆ — KYOTANI
☆ loves biting. it started when you had playfully nipped at his bicep, all innocent and cute. after that, he couldn't get enough. he'd never outright admit that to you though, so he always tries to fuck you so hard that you have to bite into his shoulder to muffle your loud noises. you're met with a delighted groan from him each time you do it, and it doesn't take you long to catch on. you don't tease him about it, of course, but you do make an effort to bite him more during sex... and sometimes outside of it too ;)
"Fuck! jus' like that..."
☆ ー KUROO
☆ absolutely adores the noises you make. he especially enjoys the little whimpers you let out when you're riding him, trying your hardest to keep a good pace as your thighs get more and more tired. you beg and plead for him to just flip you over, but he likes watching you get all whiny. but don't worry, he'll eventually give in when your slow pace starts to drive him crazy.
"giving up already? cmon, you can keep going."
☆ ー NISHINOYA
☆ he likes when you initiate. it's usually him that comes to you, but sometimes you surprise him by getting all needy, and it's the biggest turn on in the world for him. sex like that is always quick and rough, both of you coated in sweat and panting by the end of it. he just can't help it, though! he'd be a bad boyfriend if he didn't immediately pounce on you and give you what you so desperately need.
HAIKYUU BOYS ✰ HOW THEY WOULD BE IF THEY HAD A CRUSH ON SOMEONE
FEATURING. Kageyama T., Kuroo T., and Akaashi K.
NOTE. i’m giggling at these ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ ) + starting to lean into more headcanon posts because it’s so fun!
KAGEYAMA TOBIO — SUDDENLY FULL OF QUESTIONS
When Kageyama Tobio has a crush, he’s suddenly full of questions.
He doesn’t realize when it starts, only that something feels different, like a switch flipped quietly in his brain without his knowledge. One day he’s focused on his volleyball, on keeping his head in the game, and the next he’s glancing sideways at you without meaning to, his thoughts drifting away from volleyball formations and subjects that he badly needed to pass to play volleyball. The questions come before he can stop them, slipping out of his mouth as if they’ve always been there, waiting.
“Hey,” he says from his seat, eyes still glued to his notebook like that might hide the heat creeping up his neck. It doesn’t help that his notebook’s blank. “What’s your favorite food?”
He sees you look surprised, eyebrows raising before you smile at him. “Huh? Curry, I guess.”
He nods slowly, committing the information to memory even though he has no idea why it matters so much. His pencil scratches against the page, writing nothing important. “Spicy or not spicy?”
You tilt your head. “Medium.”
“…Okay.” The word comes out firm, decisive, as if he’s just confirmed something important. He forces himself to look back down at his notes, shoulders stiff, ears burning red.
A few minutes pass. He manages to last exactly two minutes before the need to ask another question becomes unbearable.
“Do you like cats or dogs?”
Your shoulders shake as you try not to laugh, turning in your seat to face him properly. “Cats.”
“Why?”
“They’re quiet,” you answered after a second. “And cuter, personally.”
He hums under his breath, satisfied. That makes sense. He likes that answer more than he probably should.
After practice, you walk home together, the air cool and the sky painted in warm shades of orange and pink. Kageyama doesn’t think about it when he slows his pace to match yours; he just does. His bag hangs heavy from one shoulder, the sound of your footsteps falling into an effortless rhythm.
“Do you get cold easily?” he asks suddenly, staring straight ahead.
You laugh at him again, light and surprised. “That’s kind of random.”
“I’m just asking.” His tone is defensive, even though there’s no real reason to be.
“Yes,” you answered, still smiling. “Why?”
“…Nothing.” He shakes his head once. “Just—good to know.”
You wrap your scarf tighter around your neck, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, clearly amused. Kageyama doesn’t say anything after that, because he could barely look at you—too focused on the thoughts that are running in his head.
The next day at lunch, he notices it without meaning to. The empty space on your table. The way you pause, looking around like you’ve forgotten something. Without thinking, he slides his unopened milk carton toward you.
“You didn’t bring a drink.”
You blinked at the carton, then looked at him, your expression soft albeit surprised. “Oh. Thanks.” You nodded. “You noticed.”
“…Yeah.” He looks away quickly, pretending to adjust his bangs, his heart thudding too loud in his ears.
You eat in comfortable silence for a while. Ten seconds pass. Fifteen. It becomes unbearable.
“What music do you listen to?” he asks.
“Soft stuff. Acoustic. You?”
“None.”
You snorted. That figures.”
He frowns, genuinely confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re cute,” you reply easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Kageyama immediately chokes on his rice, coughing as his face turns red. You pat his back between laughs, apologizing even though you’re clearly enjoying this. All Kageyama could think about was the pressure of your hand on his back as he almost had a near-death experience. Your hand was very light and gentle.
Later, when you’re assigned to clean the classroom together, the room feels quieter than usual. Sunlight spills through the windows, dust floating lazily in the air. Kageyama works quietly, but his attention keeps drifting to you as you wipe down the windows, humming softly under your breath. The sound sticks with him, like a lullaby.
“Do you hum when you’re happy?” he asks before he can stop himself.
You paused, turning to look at him. Your pout is thoughtful but fond. “Yeah. Do you ask questions when you’re nervous?”
“I’m not nervous,” he says instantly, too fast.
You shrug your shoulders, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh.”
He doesn’t understand it. He just knows he wants to know everything—what makes you laugh, what you eat when you’re tired, whether you prefer sunsets or sunrises. The questions feel endless, and none of them feel unimportant.
You step a little closer to him when you finish. “You know, you can just say you want to spend time with me.”
Kageyama freezes, every muscle locking up as his face burns hotter than it ever has. He stares at the floor, fists clenched at his sides.
“…Is that ok?” he asks quietly, completely serious.
Your laughter is music to his hears—what is wrong with him? “Yeah, Tobio. It is.”
He nods once, like he’s made a decision in a match. “Okay.” He swallows. “Then—can we walk home together again tomorrow?” Tomorrow because he knows that volleyball practice today will end late, and he doesn’t want you waiting for him so late.
Your answer comes without hesitation. “Of course.”
KUROO TETSUROU — STUDIES IN ADVANCE TO IMPRESS YOU
When Kuroo Tetsurou has a crush, he becomes unbearable in the most subtle way possible.
He doesn’t brag outright—he’s not that obvious. Instead, he prepares. Thoroughly. With intent.
The night before chemistry class, he’s sprawled across his bed, textbook open, phone discarded somewhere near his pillow. He’s already finished tomorrow’s homework, but that isn’t enough. He rereads the chapter anyway, flipping pages with practiced ease, making mental notes of things that might come up. Not because he’s worried about the test. Because you sat one row ahead of him, and sometimes—sometimes—you turn around and ask questions.
He wants to be ready.
The next day, Kuroo leans back in his chair as the teacher drones on, eyes half-lidded, posture relaxed. To anyone else, he looks bored. Lazy, even. But he’s listening, catching every word, every concept he already knows by heart. Also because he’s studious like that.
Sure enough, you turn around, pen tapping lightly against your notebook. “Hey, Kuroo.”
He perks up instantly. “Yeah?”
“You get this part?” You point at an equation. “The coefficient change.”
“Oh,” he says casually, like he hasn’t memorized the entire section. “Yeah. It’s just adjusting for the reaction rate.”
You squint. “Just?”
He grins. “You’re overthinking it.”
You scoff. “I am not.”
“You totally are,” he says, leaning forward. “If you isolate the variable first, it’s way easier.”
You study the equation again, and then he sees your lips curl into a small, smug smile. Oh no. “That only works if you assume ideal conditions.”
Kuroo pauses.
“…Okay, yeah,” he admits, impressed despite himself. “But that’s what the teacher’s going for.”
“Still,” you say, chin lifting slightly, “it’s not wrong to consider alternatives.”
He laughs quietly. “Did you study ahead again?”
“Maybe,” you replied innocently, even batting your eyelashes at him. “Did you?”
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
If “maybe” was 96 hours of him studying non-stop and juggling that alongside volleyball, then yes, maybe he did study.
You hold eye contact for a second too long, and Kuroo suddenly feels the urge to blink because he thinks his face is growing hot. He feels something in his chest—that spark he always feels with you, the way conversations with you never feel dull or one-sided. You don't just listen. You push back, whatever that means.
After class, he falls into step beside you in the hallway, hands tucked into his pockets.
“You’re annoying,” you mused lightheartedly.
“Because I’m right?”
“Because you enjoy being right.”
He smirks. “I do. Sue me.”
You bump his shoulder with yours. “Don’t let your head get too big.”
You stop by the lockers, and Kuroo leans against the metal casually, watching as you fumble with your lock. “So,” he says, tone intentionally offhand, “you like physics or chemistry more?”
“Physics,” you answered without hesitation. “It makes more sense.”
“Oof. Bold take.”
“You disagree?”
“Chemistry’s more fun,” he says. “More variables. More chaos. Plus, Lab’s fun when we get to do actual experiments.”
You laughed, nodding your head. “That tracks.”
He watches your expression, the way your eyes light up when you talk about school, about learning. He likes this side of you. Likes that you don’t dumb yourself down. Likes that you challenge him.
But he wants more.
The walk toward the school gates together was as mundane as can be, afternoon sun filtering through the trees.
“You always ask me about school stuff,” you pointed out suddenly, glancing at him. “Is that, like, your thing?”
Kuroo blinks. “What, being smart?”
“No,” you reply, amused. “Being… this.”
“This?” He gestures between you.
You shrug. “Debating. Studying ahead. Competing.”
He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess so.”
There’s a beat of silence before he adds, “I can ask about other stuff too, you know.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Like what?”
Like what music you like. What makes you laugh. What you do when you’re not being ridiculously smart.
A million topics just went through his head.
Instead, Kuroo says, “Like… what you do after school.”
You nodded your head slowly. “I tutor my cousin. You?”
“Volleyball,” he replies easily. “Captain duties. Being awesome.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Naturally.”
He grins, emboldened. “You ever come watch?”
“…Maybe,”
…
“If you promise not to show off.”
“No promises.”
You laugh and shake your head and start walking again. He follows, heart a little lighter.
“Hey, [Last Name]?”
“Yeah?”
He hesitates, then asks, “What do you do for fun? Like—not academic fun.”
You think for a moment. “I like reading. Baking. Long walks.”
“Baking, huh?” He perks up. “What kind?”
“Cookies. Mostly.”
He nods seriously. “Important information.”
“Why is that important?”
He shrugs. “Just… wanna know more about you.”
Your steps slow. Just a little.
“Oh.”
You reach the corner where your paths split, and for a moment neither of you moves.
“Well,” you started, tucking your bag higher on your shoulder, “see you tomorrow, know-it-all.”
“Later, genius,” he replies.
As you walk away, Kuroo watches you go, smiling to himself. He still wants to impress you—always will—but maybe it doesn’t have to be just about textbooks and equations.
Maybe it can be about cookies.
Oh, man. He was going to learn how to make the world’s best cookies.
AKAASHI KEIJI — THE CHALANCE IN NONCHALANCE
Akaashi Keiji is painfully aware of how conscious his breathing is.
In, out. Counted. The same way it always is—except today, it feels louder, like his body is betraying him with how aware it is of you. You sat one row ahead by the window, sunlight catching in your hair as you absentmindedly twirled your pen between your fingers. You aren’t paying attention to the lecture at all. Akaashi notices because he always notices things like that.
Patterns. Habits.
The way people drift when their minds are elsewhere.
You look peaceful. Unbothered. And for some reason, that makes him want to disrupt it—just a little.
When the teacher pauses to write something on the board, Akaashi leans forward, voice low and careful, like he’s approaching a wild animal he doesn’t want to scare away.
“You’re going to miss the notes,” he says.
You flinch slightly, blinking as if you’ve been pulled out of a dream. You turn to him, eyes widening for half a second before softening. “Oh—sorry. What?”
“The last problem,” he explains, gesturing vaguely to the board. “It’s… important. Probably.”
You look back up front, then sigh. “I always zone out during explanations.”
“I wrote everything down,” he adds quickly, then hesitates, realizing how eager he sounds. He clears his throat. “You can copy mine later. If you want.”
Your lips curve into a polite smile, familiar and practiced. “Thanks, Akaashi. You’re always so calm and prepared.”
Always. That word lands heavier than it should.
He shifts in his seat. “I’m not,” he says before he can stop himself.
You blinked again, clearly confused. “Not… prepared?”
“Not always,” he clarifies, then feels compelled—why does he feel compelled?—to keep going. “I forget things. Often. Yesterday I left my uniform at home. And last week I forgot my lunch.”
You stare at him for a moment, then let out a small laugh. “That’s it? That’s your big secret?”
He nods solemnly. “Yes.”
“That’s very normal,” you say, amused.
“I am,” he agrees. “Normal.”
“You don’t have to convince me.”
Akaashi leans back, heart thudding a bit harder than usual. That didn’t go the way he planned—but you laughed. That counts for something.
When class finally ends, the room fills with noise—chairs scraping, voices overlapping, the familiar chaos that Akaashi usually slips away from unnoticed. Today, though, he times his movements carefully. When you stood up, he stood too, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“Are you heading to the library?” he asks, keeping his tone neutral even as his pulse spikes.
You look genuinely surprised, eyes flicking to him as if you hadn’t expected him to speak again. “Yeah. I have to finish my literature report.”
“I have a case study,” he says, then adds, “I could also… be there.”
There’s a brief pause, just long enough for him to wonder if he sounded weird and if this is the part where you tell him off. Then you smile. “Let’s get going, then.”
You walk side by side down the hallway, not quite close enough for your arms to brush, but close enough that Akaashi is keenly aware of your presence. He feels strangely stiff, unsure what to do with his hands, so he just clasps them on his front like he normally would.
“What’s your report about?” he asks, partly to fill the silence, partly because he genuinely wants to know.
“Romantic poetry,” you replied with a grimace. “Which is ironic, because I don’t really get romance.”
He glances at you. “You don’t?”
“It feels exaggerated. Like people overthink every little thing.”
He almost smiles. Almost. “Sometimes,” he says slowly, choosing his words with care, “people don’t know how to express themselves properly. So it comes out… awkward. Or intense.”
You hum thoughtfully. “Is that your personal opinion, or are you analyzing human behavior again?”
“…Both,” he admits.
You laughed, this time louder and unguarded. The sound hits him square in the chest, warm and dizzying. Akaashi feels something loosen inside him. He did that. He made that happen.
In the library, the air is quieter, softer. They sit across from each other at a long table, sunlight filtering in through tall windows. You spread your notes out, chewing on the end of your pen, brows furrowed in concentration. Akaashi opens his notebook too—but instead of studying, he finds himself watching the way you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking.
“You’re not studying,” you pointed out without looking up.
“I am,” he replies automatically.
“You haven’t turned a page.”
“…I was thinking,” he admitted.
“About volleyball?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
The question hangs between you. His chest tightens, nerves buzzing under his skin. He could deflect. He usually does. But today, he doesn’t want to.
“…How to make you laugh again,” he says quietly.
Your pen stills. You look at him, really look at him, eyes wide and searching.
“That’s…” you paused. “That’s actually really cute.”
Heat rushes to his ears. “I’m not very good at it,” he admits. “I think I made it weird for the both of us.”
“I think you’re doing fine,” you tell him. “You’re just not what I expected.”
He meets your gaze. “Is that bad?”
You shook your head immediately. “No. I like it. You’re not just the calm, intimidating setter everyone talks about.”
“Intimidating?” he echoes faintly.
“A little,” you shrugged. “But now you’re just… Akaashi.”
The way you say his name—casual, familiar—makes his chest feel strangely full.
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small juice box, setting it on the table like an offering. “I forgot my lunch,” he says flatly. “But I remembered this.”
You stare at it, then burst into laughter, covering your mouth. “Is that your proof of being normal?”
“Yes,” he says, utterly serious.
Your laughter fills the quiet space between the shelves, bright and genuine, and Akaashi watches you with something soft and steady in his chest. He thinks—this is enough. For now.
Being a little weird doesn’t feel so bad if it makes you smile like that, especially when he’s being true to himself.
note: I listened to My moon my man while writing this.
You and Kuroo had been lounging in his bed for what felt like hours, the two of you were supposed to be studying—or at least pretending to—but the textbooks had long since been shoved aside. Instead, you’d ended up tangled in his sheets, trading lazy jokes and teasing jabs. Kuroo, ever the smug captain, grinned down at you from where he was propped on one elbow, his messy black hair falling into his golden eyes.
“Think you can take me?” he challenged, voice low and playful as he gave your shoulder a light shove.
You shoved him right back, harder than expected, and that was all it took. Laughter bubbled up between you as the play fighting began. He grabbed your wrists, trying to pin you, but you twisted and pushed against his chest, both of you rolling across the mattress. Kuroo’s strength was obvious—he was manhandling you with ease, lifting and flipping you like you weighed nothing.
“Got you,” he growled triumphantly as he finally pinned you beneath him. Your arms ended up intertwined with his, wrists crossed above your head, fingers locked together in the struggle. You were both breathing hard now, chests heaving. Kuroo’s body pressed heavily against yours, warm and solid, his thighs bracketing your hips. His eyes on you as he stared you down, strands of hair sticking to his forehead.
For a second, neither of you moved. Just heavy, ragged breathing filled the space between you. Then, with a low groan, Kuroo crashed his lips against yours.
The kiss was messy and heated from the start—teeth clashing, tongues sliding desperately. He kissed intense, focused, and completely consuming. You moaned softly into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss until your head spun. His grip on your intertwined hands tightened for a moment before he released them, sliding his palms down your sides.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he murmured against your lips, voice rough. His hands roamed freely now, tugging at the hem of your shorts. In one smooth motion, he peeled them down your legs along with your top, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Kuroo pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze dragging slowly over your body like he was memorizing every curve.
“Shit… look at you,” he breathed, eyes hungry. He drank in the sight for a long moment, chest rising and falling.
Then, with a swift tug, he yanked his own shirt off over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his body—broad shoulders, big, defined arms, and those sharp abs that flexed with every breath. You couldn’t help yourself. Your fingers reached up, trailing lightly over the ridges of his stomach, tracing the lines of muscle.
Kuroo hissed sharply at the touch, muscles twitching under your fingertips.
You flinched back, startled. “S-sorry—”
He laughed, low and warm, catching your hand and pressing it back against his chest. “I’m just playing, babe. Feels good. Don’t stop.” His voice dropped, teasing. “Unless you want me to stop touching you?”
You shook your head quickly, and he grinned, leaning down to capture your lips again. But this time his mouth didn’t stay there. He kissed a hot trail down your jaw, your neck, then lower—along your collarbone and down your legs , slow and deliberate. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you squirm, before he worked his way back up. When he reached your chest, he deftly unhooked your bra and tossed it aside.
“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently before his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. He licked and sucked greedily, tongue swirling around your nipple while his hand kneaded the other. You arched into him with a gasp, fingers threading through his hair as he left dark hickeys blooming across your soft skin.
“Tetsurō… ah—!” you moaned, the sensation sending sparks through you.
He hummed against your flesh, the vibration making you tremble. After a while, one of his hands slipped lower, sliding beneath the waistband of your underwear. His fingers found your slick heat, teasing your entrance before pushing inside—first one, then two—curling just right.
“Fuck, you’re so wet love,” he groaned, pumping them slowly while his mouth found yours again in another heated kiss. You moaned loudly into it, hips rocking against his hand. He pulled back just enough to smirk down at you, eyes gleaming with mock sympathy.
“Aww, poor baby,” he cooed, voice dripping with teasing affection as his fingers curled deeper. “Making such pretty sounds for me. Does it feel that good? You’re clenching so tight around my fingers.”
Your face burned with embarrassment, and you tried to hide it behind your arm, turning your head away. “Shut up…”
Kuroo chuckled darkly, catching your wrist and gently pulling your arm away. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your palm softly while holding your gaze, his fingers never stopping their rhythm inside you. “Don’t hide from me. I love seeing you like this—all flushed and needy because of me.”
The intensity in his eyes made your heart race. He kept fingering you until you were panting and whimpering, then finally withdrew his hand. You watched, dazed, as he sat back on his knees and shoved his pants down, freeing his cock. It was thick and hard. He stroked himself a few times, hissing through his teeth at the relief.
“Ready for me?” he asked, voice husky. You nodded eagerly, and he positioned himself between your thighs. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a deep groan. His head fell forward, forehead pressing against yours as his big biceps caged the sides of your head, muscles flexing with the effort of holding himself up.
“Shit… so tight,” he growled, breathing hard against your skin. “You feel incredible.”
He started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first that had you moaning with every roll of his hips. He was so big, stretching you perfectly, hitting spots that made your toes curl.
“Tetsurō—oh fuck, you’re so big,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
Your moans seemed to unravel him. His pace quickened, thrusts growing harder and more desperate. “Yeah? You like that?” he panted, voice wrecked. “Your moans sound so fucking pretty. Keep making those sounds for me, baby. I could listen to you all day.”
He drove into you again and again, the bed creaking beneath you, his heavy body pinning you down in the most delicious way. Every thrust pulled another broken moan from your throat, and each one only seemed to spur him on more, his control fraying as he lost himself in the feeling of you.
Kuroo’s hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside you. A guttural groan tore from his throat as your walls fluttered around his thick length. He held himself there for a moment, savoring the way you clenched around him, before pulling back almost completely and driving in again with a wet slap of skin on skin.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, voice low and strained right next to your ear. His biceps flexed on either side of your head, caging you in as he set a steady, deep rhythm. “You’re squeezing me so damn tight. Like you were made for this—for me.”
You could only moan in response, the sound loud and unrestrained as every thrust pushed the air from your lungs. He was so big, stretching you perfectly, the slight burn melting into overwhelming pleasure with each roll of his hips. Your nails dug into the hard muscle of his back, leaving crescent marks as you tried to ground yourself.
“Tetsurō—ahh! Slow down a little… you’re so deep,” you whimpered, though your body betrayed you by lifting your hips to meet his next thrust.
He chuckled breathlessly against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. “Slow down? But you sound so pretty when I fuck you like this.” He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. “Hear that? Right there. You’re moaning even louder now. Don’t lie to me—you love it when I’m this deep.”
Your head fell back against the pillows, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. Kuroo took advantage, latching his mouth onto the sensitive skin of your throat and sucking hard enough to leave another mark. His pace never faltered—long, powerful strokes that had the bed frame creaking rhythmically beneath you.
One of his hands slid down your side, gripping your thigh and hiking it higher around his waist. The new angle let him sink even deeper, and you cried out sharply.
“Shit—Tetsurō!”
“That’s it,” he growled, golden eyes dark with lust as he watched your face. “Say my name again. Louder. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Come on, baby. Let me hear you.”
“Tetsurou—fuck, Tetsurou!” you gasped, using his name like he always loved during moments like this. Your voice cracked on the second syllable as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.
Kuroo’s grin was feral, fangs flashing for a second before he kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth. The kiss was filthy, matching the wet sounds of him moving inside you. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.
“You’re getting so wet,” he murmured, voice husky with mock sympathy again. “Poor thing… can’t even think straight with my cock splitting you open, huh?” He slowed his thrusts just enough to grind against you in slow circles, pressing right against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Look at me.”
You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. Your cheeks burned hotter at the eye contact while he was still buried so deep.
“Good girl,” he praised, voice dropping an octave. He released your thigh and brought his hand between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, slick circles. “You’re gonna come for me soon, aren’t you? I can feel you pulsing around me.”
You nodded frantically, hips jerking against his hand and cock. “Yes—yes, please, I’m close… don’t stop—”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groaned. His thrusts picked up again, faster and more desperate now, chasing his own pleasure while pushing you closer to the edge. Sweat slicked his skin, making his defined chest and abs gleam as he moved above you. You reached up, running your hands over every ridge and plane, feeling the muscles flex and shift under your palms.
Kuroo hissed in pleasure at your touch, eyes fluttering for a second. “Keep touching me like that and I’m not gonna last,” he warned, though the way his cock twitched inside you said he didn’t really mind.
The pressure built unbearably fast. Your moans turned into broken whimpers, louder with every thrust. Kuroo’s breathing grew ragged, his forehead pressed to yours as he drove into you relentlessly.
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he coaxed, voice rough and commanding. “Let go. I want to feel you falling apart on my cock.”
The combination of his deep thrusts, his thumb on your clit, and that filthy encouragement finally pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you hard, walls clamping down around him as you cried out his name. Pleasure flooded every nerve, your thighs shaking around his waist.
“Fuck—yes, just like that,” Kuroo groaned, his rhythm stuttering as your release triggered his own. “You feel so good—shit, I’m gonna—”
With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, hips jerking against you as he spilled inside. His big body shuddered above you, biceps trembling from the intensity. He kept moving through it in shallow thrusts, drawing out both your pleasure until you were both oversensitive and panting.
Kuroo’s weight settled more fully on you—not crushing, but comforting—as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His arms slid under you, wrapping around your back in a loose embrace while he stayed buried inside.
“Damn,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse and satisfied. A lazy, affectionate smile curved his lips. “You’re incredible, you know that? The way you moan for me… I could get addicted to that sound.”
You let out a tired, breathy laugh, running your fingers through his messy hair. “You’re heavy, Tetsurou.”
He chuckled but didn’t move right away, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone where he’d left a hickey earlier. “Five more minutes like this. Then I’ll get you some water and we can do round two if you’re up for it.”
(18+) roommate!kuroo who doesn't understand the concept of knocking
you spread your legs instinctively, fingers threaded in your panties while you rocked back and forth on that plastic vibrating toy you ordered days ago. you planned this perfectly – waiting until your roommate, kuroo tetsurou, would be out for the day.
even set an alarm for when he'd come back.
you waited for him to pull around the corner before closing your door, sitting on the floor in front of your full-body mirror, and opening that little inconspicuous cardboard box.
much larger than you expected, you winced as it opened you wide, hissing as you sank down the peach-colored dildo before pressing the on button.
forty dollars was not spent in vain.
the floorboard behind you creaked. a small trill came from your phone speaker before desperately swiping it away and grinding deeper.
besides, you would've heard the door open.
your eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowing as you mindlessly buried the toy deep in your cunt, squeezing around its length. you gasped, body tensing, as you release – only to feel suddenly.. empty.
"don't stop now," he chuckled, holding the soaked toy in his palm.
your eyes shot open, scanning his face before dropping to his hand and looking back up.
that smug smile..
"ever heard of personal space?" you shot back, scrambling to cover yourself with the pillow placed under your hips.
"wipe that grin off your face."
"make me."
"god, you're so annoying," you huffed, fingers inching back to the warmth pooling between your thighs.
"that's what i thought," he drawled, sitting across from you.
"let me help, yeah?"
you nodded, embarrassingly fast – a whimper escaping you as his thumb circled your folds, spreading you open before taking off his belt. the metal clinking noise as it dropped to the floor filled the silence between the two of you.
"you're shaking already," he says, low and amused. his eyes dart between lining himself with your entrance and your face.
you want to snap back with something smart, but your hips jerk towards his, and the second he sinks in it's – fuck. thicker than the toy, hotter, and the way he groans low when you bottom out makes your whole body tense.
"god–," he mumbles, watching him disappear inside you. you tighten instinctively, already chasing the feeling stolen from you earlier.
"don't.." you start, voice cracking into a pathetic little whine you didn't even know you were capable of – but it's too late. he's already snapping his hips up, rutting inside of you like he's trying to memorize every inch.
"don't what?" he taunts, voice wrecked now. one hand slides under to hook under your knee, pushing it higher so you're opened up even more for him. the new angle has you gasping, digging your nails into his biceps and forearms – leaving little imprints there.
his hips stutter with a rhythm that could make you see stars, slow pull out, fast snap in, over and over until you're babbling nonsense.
"fuck– gonna cum if you keep squeezing like that."
"then do it," you challenge, voice breathy and lilted. "fill me up, make it messy, pleasepleaseplease."
his eyes flash, something feral, and then he's kissing you, messy and desperate, tongue sliding against yours as his hips lose rhythm. one hand finds your clit again, rubbing sloppily while he chases his own release.
"cum with me," he mumbles into your mouth. "just–fuck–wanna feel you.
it hit you like a train wreck, thighs wrapping tight around his waist, back arching up, and a mangled cry of his name as you shatter around him. you expect the pace to slow – but your eyes widen, and the realization hits too late. you hadn't even realized you were dripping down your thighs.
a gush releases onto his cock as he fucks you through your orgasms.
he freezes for half a moment, buried deep, balls still twitching and tightening as he spills his seed into you. his eyes snap to yours, blissful shock noticeable.
"holy shit," he breathes, voice raw.
"did you just–fuck, baby."
okay i’m seriously cringing while writing this but i saw an edit and i’m thinking. damn, this man is fine.
so here we are. i’m thinking about tetsuro kuroo and his muscles. while i’m aware this guy obviously knows he’s got a fire ass physique (that was a joke i’m sorry), i imagine he doesn’t actively think about his body like. every second of the day.
but when he comes across you, be you his partner or just a friend. maybe even a project partner, for shits ‘n giggles. he catches you staring. he’s not even wearing something tight-fitting, its just a regular short-sleeved shirt.
yet you’re sneaking glances at his biceps like its your lifeline. hell yeah, it is.
so the next time he catches you staring, he can’t help but have a little fun with this.
“see somethin’ ya like?” he’s got that annoyingly attractive smirk plastered on his lips, as he leans a little closer to you.
“uhh…?” you tense up, hesitantly pointing a finger at your mid chest. as if you’re asking if he’s talking to you.
he nods, “who else? you’re not slick,” he laughs it off, as to not make you uncomfortable.
but the air between you two is almost as awkward as your laugh. “my bad.” you mutter, getting another cheeky laugh from kuroo. from that moment on, you two don’t talk any further about you admiring his toned arms.
oh, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t start ever so slightly flexing his muscles, even just a little at any time. he knows you’re watching, its funny to see your reactions. and be so for real, who wouldn’t flex their muscles, if they had kuroo’s muscles? that was also a joke. kinda.
at one point, you finally realise he’s doing it on purpose.
“you’re messing with me, now.” you roll your eyes, lightly slapping his bicep while he laughs.
“ya like it, don’t ya?” he holds your hand against his bicep, before you can pull away. who’s complaining?
sum: bored at a party. kuroo offers to play you a game of cards, except playing this game comes with a naughty twist.
ft: kuroo x fem!reader
cw: smut, fluff, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise<3
“Bluff,”
You reach for the pair of threes Kuroo claimed to put down, turning them over.
A jack and four of diamonds. Your lips curve in a sly smirk as you look at him from under your lashes because this wasn’t your regular game of cards.
He inhales deeply before biting at his lower lip, “well,” he sighs voice octaves lower than you remembered before reaching for the buttons of his jeans and undoing them, tossing the discarded piece of clothing to the side.
You don’t quite remember how you got here, drunk out of your minds nor do you remember who proposed the idea of playing a stripping game. The music from the forgotten frat party booms through the locked door. Your thoughts feel muddled and cloudy and your skin feels warm in this dim-lit room you’ve found yourself in. Your heart thuds in your chest and your breath feels hot and heavy.
The first to strip naked loses and so far things weren’t looking good for Kuroo but then again with the ache between your legs, things weren’t looking great for you either. The only articles of clothing you had discarded were your shoes and socks while Kuroo on the other hand was in nothing but boxers.
Your eyes didn’t dare to leave your deck of cards, an electrifying feeling rushes through your body at the prospect of stripping him whole but with every piece of clothing gone, you find yourself getting more and more distracted almost as if he had planned it.
You swallow thickly before setting three cards face down, “three sevens,”
He gazes at you and then at the pile of cards, you nibble at your lips in nervousness.
“Bluff,” he calls out before reaching to turn over the cards. A seven, a queen and a two.
A string of profanities run through your mind. He leans against the wall, elbow propped on his knee before giving you a devilish grin, making your stomach flip. You take the pile of cards into your own deck before reaching for the hem of your shirt, inhaling deeply before pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room.
Kuroo’s jaw visibly tightens, gaze heavy and you try to ignore the hammering of your heart against your chest or the pressure building up between your legs. It’s his turn now and excitement courses through your body, one right guess and his last piece of clothing will be off. The thought makes your breathing quicken.
“Four queens,” he calls out before resting the back of his head against the wall.
Bullshit, you think to yourself. This is too easy.
“Bluff,” you call, reaching to turn over the cards.
Huh?
He huffs, amused when you reveal four queens, exactly as he had called out. Shit shit shit.
If you take off your skirt, he’ll see the stains of arousal on your panties. You swallow hard before your lips curve in a wicked grin.
Adrenaline courses through your veins as you reach under your skirt and pull down your lace underwear. Quickly bunching it up and tossing it to the side. You stifle down a laugh when Kuroo’s eyes widen as if he wasn’t smug just seconds ago.
You coyly cock your head to the side, flashing your pearly whites in a wicked smile.
He drags a hand down the length of his face. “Fucking hell,” chest rising and falling rhythmically.
You run a few fingers through your locks, eyes daring to rake his body. Fuck this stupid game, you think.
“Fuck this stupid game,” he says.
You raise a brow as he beckons you over and pure adrenaline gets you on your feet as you walk over to his spot on the carpet.
He brings his hands to rest above the backs of your knees and you feel your face heat up when he looks up at you, face inches away from your clothed core. His gaze bores into you questioningly waiting for a yes or no, for permission for him to touch you. You nod.
“I need to hear you say it,”
“Touch me.”
His eyes burn with something thick and heavy before he exhales, “whatever you want, princess,”
Hands slipping under your skirt, the pads of his fingers run along your skin, drawing circles at your hip bone before running back down. You click your tongue in annoyance.
“Impatient,” he hums, lightly pinching at your skin, you fist your hand in his hair in response.
Bringing a hand to massage your inner thigh, he inches it closer and closer to your heat. Eyes locked in yours as he measures every grind of your teeth and shudders of your chest.
And just as you’re about to receive some long-awaited friction, he pulls away.
“Kuroo,” you groan in annoyance.
“Shh, I know,” he comforts you, hands soothingly rubbing the back of your thighs.
“Stand against the wall and this,” he swipes a finger below your bra strap before snapping it lightly against your skin. “Take it off.”
His words go straight to your core and your breathing hitches in your throat.
Under his gaze, you reach for your clasp, undoing the piece of garment as it falls to the floor. Kuroo’s gaze trails across your chest, skin burning where his eyes have left. Your cheeks feel hot when you reach for your breasts, squeezing them in your hands making him inhale sharply.
You back up against the wall and he follows, kneeling before you. The very sight of him on his knees to taste you was enough to make your lungs devoid of air. Holding your gaze with his, he brings his hands over your clothed hips. Fingers toying with the zipper of your skirt before pulling it in one swift motion making it fall to the ground. Funny, just a few minutes ago, you thought he’d be the one to strip naked first.
His eyes devour the sight of you bare, bare for him. It makes his cock ache in his boxers.
He brings a thumb to run through your folds, collecting your arousal as your back involuntarily arches at the long-awaited touch.
“So wet,” he hums before bringing a calloused thumb to lightly circle your clit. A gasp rips from the depths of your throat.
Retracting his slick coated thumb, he brings it to his lips.
“So wet for me,” humming as he takes the finger in his mouth. You feel your breath hitch.
He leans in painfully slow, parting his lips to run his tongue along your folds. Sucking lightly when he reaches your clit and smirking while doing it. Head resting against the wall, your eyes shut in pleasure. Panting at every lap and suck of his tongue, the room is filled with lewd slurping sounds. He licks and sucks at your clit before pulling away, arousal coating his lips as he catches his breath, grinning. You shoot him a look, intending to ask him why he stopped but before the words get to leave your lips, he hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting your legs off the ground and on his shoulders. Licking his lips at the sight in front of him.
“Don’t think you’ll be able to stand in sometime sweetheart,” he mutters. Bringing two fingers to spread your pussy before running his tongue along your folds and teasingly around your hole, nose bumping your clit. Moans and hums of pleasure both from you and him, resonate in the room. Pressure builds in your lower stomach as your breathing quickens, you bring fingers to play with your nipples and he watches intently as you do so.
“Finger me,” you hum breathlessly.
He smiles, mouth never leaving your heat. Lapping at your clit, he brings a finger to your aching hole, pushing it in with ease. Your back arches against the wall and your eyes screw shut, “yes” you whisper breathlessly, “more,” and he almost cums in his boxers.
Tongue leaving your swollen red clit, he cautiously eases another digit in. Curling his fingers inside you as he begins to pump in and out of you. A high pitched moan leaves your lips in response. His fingers gradually begin to increase their pace. He watches you intently, drinking in how your eyes shut and lips contort in pleasure. He aches to be inside you.
He increases his pace and your lips part, head angled towards the ceiling. “I'm-I'm close,”
“I know doll,” he hums as you clench down on his fingers, the knot in your lower stomach getting impossibly tighter. Your vision begins to blur with white dots as your moans fill the room.
“Fuck Kuroo,” you gasp and he grins at you wickedly, curling his fingers to hit the spot making you gasp.
You say his name with parted lips and flushed cheeks as your arousal coats his skin and lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he hums as you hit the peak of your orgasm, a hand holding your waist, keeping you steady while his fingers kept pumping in and out of you, helping you through your orgasm.
You slump against the wall painting and he grins licking his lips. You meet his gaze, panting heavily as he simply kisses the insides of your thighs, the action making your chest feel warm.
You bring a hand to caress his cheek, “let me return the favour,”
He brings you down on his lap, arms secured around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. Loud sounds of breathing accompany the thumping of your hearts and Kuroo finally does what he’s been aching to do ever since you entered this room.
Calloused fingers run through your hair as he tentatively leans in, capturing his lips in yours.
You get lost in the feeling that is him, the warmth of his lips against yours makes you wish to never part. His hands find the back of your head, the feeling of his tongue overwhelming you as you taste your very own arousal from his lips. When you part, you’re breathless, heaving for air and a string of saliva connects your lips. Your eyes find solace in his obsidian ones, akin to black holes, sucking you in.
“You don’t need to do it if you don’t want to,” he says carefully.
You shake your head, “I want to.”
And his eyes go dark again, jaw tight as he simply nods. You begin to lightly rock your bare core against his clothed cock, his hands finding solace on your hips, squeezing and massaging the bare flesh. Your fingers reach to cup his defined jaw that you remember admiring from afar far too many times. Leaning in to kiss it tentatively. He groans as you rock against him, eyes shutting, making you smile.
Your movements come to a halt as you scoot off his lap, his gaze follows you. You reach for his clothed cock, carefully stroking it as a muffled hum leaves his throat.
“Take me out,”
You're glad you aren’t standing because he sure knows how to make your knees weak.
Following his instructions, his cock springs out of boxers and the sight almost makes you drool.
Long and girthy with a single vein running along the side. Smooth with the prettiest brown tip you’ve ever seen slicked with pre cum. He smirks at your gaping before you wrap a manicured hand around his length making his breathing falter. Slowly pumping along his cock, you look at him from under your lashes to find his gaze already on you, burning with desire and something much more. It makes your stomach feel warm.
His tip leaks with pre cum invitingly, licking your lips, you lean in to give it a tentative lick making him inhale sharply. His hand moves to your hair, gently brushing the loose strands out of your face before finding solace at the back of your head.
Parting your swollen pink lips, you take in the tip, swirling your tongue while holding his gaze. He hisses before dragging a calloused hand down his face, “fuck,” he curses and a feeling of pride erupts inside you.
Your eyes don’t leave him as you begin to take more and more of his length, hand pumping whatever is not in your mouth. He groans loudly and the sound makes desire pool in your belly.
You bob your head up and down his length, noticing the quickened rise and fall of his toned chest and the sound of his breathing. His abs tense, sweat glistening off of his smooth skin. You hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling the underside of his cock. The sight of him glassy eyed with his muscles tense under your touch and redness creeping up his neck, spreading across his cheeks makes your lower belly pool with desire.
His hips jerk slightly, and you feel the tension rippling through his entire body. His hand tangles in your hair as he gasps your name like it’s the only word he remembers.
“Fuck—I'm gonna…”
But he doesn't get to finish the sentence. With a deep moan, he spills into your mouth, warm and sudden.
You drink every last bit of him up greedily like a starved woman. Opening your mouth naughtily to show him what you’ve done.
Kuroo drags a calloused hand down the length of his face, “Fuck y/n, what are you doing to me?” he rasps, a smile at his lips.
You grin devilishly before wrapping your fingers at the back of his neck. You press your lips passionately against his and he matches your rhythm, biting and sucking at your lower lip. He moves his hands to grab the flesh of your ass before pulling you on to straddle him, kneading and squeezing the flesh like dough. Humming into his mouth you feel need prick your skin, your core throbbing and asking for more.
You begin rocking against his already hardening length in soft rhythmic motions and Kuroo hums in approval.
“So needy,” he exhales, lips leaving yours before moving his mouth to the junction of your jaw. Licking and sucking your skin before slowly moving south.
You sigh in pleasure at the feeling of his hot breath against your bare skin.
He litters your necks with kisses and rose marks before locking his arms under your knees and getting on his feet.
You gasp as in one swift motion, he pushes you onto the bed. Your mind goes into a frenzy when you feel his hardened cock press between your legs, the shaft rubbing against your red and swollen clit. Inhaling sharply, you run your hands at the back of his neck through his hair.
His lips don’t leave your skin, instead they move to the swell of your breasts before ultimately finding your nipple. His eyes look up to meet yours as his tongue plays with your sensitive bud, licking and sucking as your nails dig into his defined shoulders. He looks at you, eyes dark with desire and the need for more and you can’t help but feel your face heat under the intensity of his gaze.
The feeling of his arms propping up your legs as his hard cock presses against your core almost teasingly makes the ache in your gaping hole pound louder than ever while he relishes your breast in his mouth.
You press your head into the mattress, groaning. “Fuck- Kuroo,”
His mouth leaves the swell of your breast with a plop, “Yes, baby?”
The affectionate nickname takes you by surprise and an odd feeling spreads at your chest.
Your place a palm at his cheek slowly guiding his face parallel to yours. His gaze feels heavy, dripping with intent as your orbs meet his.
You speak, barely a decibel but Kuroo feels every inch of his skin burn at the words you say.
“Fill me up,” you exhale, raspily.
His heart racing, eyes wide, “are you sure love?” he confirms but his voice is breathy and it drips with the desire. He wants this more than you could ever imagine. The image of his load coating your walls painted his mind, driving him wild.
The raw want in his tone paired with the way his sweet nickname sent ripples through your body. You felt heat collect both at your cheeks and your core. You wanted this
You nod with raw intent and he feels every last string of restraint snap as he angles his cock at your entrance and pushes it in. Your back arches at the sudden sensation. Fingers clinging on the fabric of the bed as he eases his way in. Your face scrunches as tinges of pain shoot due to his girth causing Kuroo’s eyes to look at you with concern.
He furrows his brows, “are you in pain?” he asks.
“If you are lets stop-”
He slowly begins to slowly shift off you but you grab his face, your palms holding his cheeks.
“Kuroo,” you start, “I want this,”
He gulps. You look at him intently before you confess.
“I want you.”
Kuroo knows that it’s the pheromones talking. Sex, you’re talking about sex, he reminds himself but the more irrational part of him hopes that this situation that has you bare between his arms, inches deep wasn’t just due to your combined inebriation.
Kuroo likes you, irredeemably so and when he heard that you were coming tonight, he found himself scrambling off his bed to his wardrobe, pulling on his best polo and spraying his most expensive cologne. He remembers Kenma rolling his eyes to the sight.
And as mother luck would have it, downing one drink after another, he found himself by you. He remembers your breath against the shell of his ear, confessing to your boredom. You were drunk and so was he when he proposed to this game on liquid courage as you stumbled into this empty bedroom together.
Not even in his most far-fetched fantasies of you would he have imagined that the result would be his bare cock buried within you.
His lips crash into yours in wordless submission. You wrap your arms around his neck as he eases his length in you, meeting the passion of his kiss with equal if not more fervor.
You wanted Kuroo and you wanted him now,
Kuroo begins to move his length in and out of you, finding his momentum and you groan against his lips. He feels himself going breathless at the sensation of your warm walls wrapped around him and your moans humming against his lips.
He momentarily breaks the kiss, eyes shut in pleasure as begins to snap his hips against yours, pace increasing.
“You feel so fucking good y/n” he confesses breathlessly.
The room sounds of lewd squelching noises as ploughs himself into you repeatedly. You smile, head rolling back and Kuroo pushes you further into the bed, climbing on with you. He grabs your ankles, placing them at his shoulders and pushes himself in, deeper than before with his arms propped at the sides of your face. You arch your back reflexively at the stimulation of your g spot.
“Kuroo I-” but you don’t get to finish as he begins to pound into you. You gasp, hands finding its way in his hair. Kuroo watches you wild with desire as your soft breasts bounce repeatedly with the impact. Sweat glistens your face as the room is filled with loud moans and profanities.
Your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure but Kuroo’s gaze is trained on you with indescribable desire.
“You’re so fucking beautful yn,” he professes. “So beautiful,”
The coil in your lower stomach begins to coil as the both of you chase your high. Kuroo’s cock ramming inside of you made you feel numb to any sensation that wasn't him. You were woozy with desire, overstimulated with the pounding, you could feel the arrival of your release.
“Kuroo, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-” you pant before the coil finally breaks. Your body shakes uncontrollably as you ride your release, lips forming an ‘O’. You bury your head into the nook of his neck and he holds you through your trembling high. You moan into his neck and Kuroo feels goosebumps riddle his skin at the sensation before he finally allows himself to release.
“Cum inside me.” you order and who is he to not oblige.
He groans loudly, before letting his seed gush into your walls and you gasp at the feeling before he crashes on top of you panting. You breathe into the shell of his ear as you hold each other.
A couple beats pass as you both respectively come down from your highs.
“Well,” you grin. “that escalated.”
Kuroo lets out a breathy laugh, rolling off from on top of you. He then tilts his head to the side to meet your gaze, a grin dancing at his lips. His hair’s a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes a little too honest under the dim light.
“Yeah,” he says, voice lower now. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
You sit up and his eyes don’t leave you as you move closer to him, head on his chest now. He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his cheek into the crown of your head.
“Wow, your heart is racing.” you tease, angling your head to look at him.
“Are you sure you don’t have something more to say to me?” you probe.
He rolls his eyes playfully but you don’t miss the crimson at his cheeks as gives you a soft, almost self-conscious smile.
Your palm finds its way to his cheeks, cupping his face.
“I don’t want this to be our only time,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. You raise your eyebrows, an inquisitive hum leaving your throat.
Kuroo looks at you, this time with sincerity as he moves to meet you in the eye but you smile knowingly, placing a finger on his lips.
“Are you asking me out, or trying to schedule round two?”
Kuroo laughs, it's joyous and sincere and his heart feels like it's about to burst.
He returns your gesture of being in mock thought.
“Hmm” he thinks out loud, a triumphant smile daring to rip through.
“How about both?”
a/n: I had the absolute time of my life writing this. also this is lowkey not proof read oopsies
iwaizumi, Osamu, and kuroo(if you write for him) with a s/o that has mochi-like (face😭) cheeks?!
note. hi!! thanks for the ask hehe<3 honestly, it would range with squishing and biting. they get cuteness aggression. tbh, me too.
Iwaizumi Hajime
It was the first thing he noticed from you. Round cheeks that remind him of…. Hajime looked at the mochi in his hands, and slowly raised it up to compare it to your cheeks, even from far away. “.... Mochi.”
Oikawa gives him a look, glances over to where he was staring, then grins. “Ah, did you mean [Name]-san?”
“Is that her name?”
“Yes?? Do you think her name was mochi or something?”
“Well, she looks like one.”
--
“So is that why you call me mochi? I thought it was just a cute nickname!!” You huff at him, shifting away from him as you pout. Hajime laughs, and scoots closer, only for you to move away. This takes only a few more scoots before you reach the end of the couch and you simply cross your arms and pout.
He pokes your cheeks, “It is a cute nickname! Because it matches you.”
You squint. “Are you trying to get on my good side right now, Iwaizumi?”
“Oh no, not the last name.” Hajime rolls his eyes, but his smile only widens. You catch a glint of mischief in his eyes and freeze.
“What- hold on, what are you doing–”
Too late.
He has his hands on your face, squishing and kneading like there’s no tomorrow and you splutter. “Haji?!”
“Shhh, let me squish your very squishy face.”
You pout, but that makes it worse. Resign to your fate, oh, mochi-cheeked lover.
(when you try to move away, he bites your cheek. Its the cuteness aggression talking.
Osamu Miya
It was his nickname to you, since you were friends and since you started dating. It NEVER went away. “Mochi-cheeks.”
You glare. “I have a name, y’know?!”
“Yeah,” Samu shrugs. “But mochi-cheeks match you better.”
Your cheeks puff out and he grins, pointing to them. “See? Mochi-cheeks.”
“Ugh, ‘Samu!”
He just laughs, and reaches over to hold your face in his hands, ultimately squishing your cheeks together. “‘Samu!!” He squishes your cheeks again, and you groan.
“What, Mochi-cheeks?”
“Stop– Squisfhing me!” Your words come out muffled when he stretches your cheeks and he simply grins.
“Nah.”
You narrow your eyes at him and his stupid lopsided grin, but you don’t really do a thing to stop him anyways. So that’s your fault.
Kuroo Tetsurou
He bites you. Bite you as in, BIG chomp, teeth on your cheeks, and you screech. Loudly. “KUROO!”
Kuroo only smiles, pulling away slightly, a glint in his cat-like eyes and you lower your body, quickly maneuvering yourself away from him. You raise your hands up against him as you say, “Stay! No!"
"What? C'mon, sweets! I'm not gonna do anythin'!"
"No! You're a biiig liar, Kuroo. No! Stay- Bad Kuroo!! Bad- YAH!”
Unfortunately for you, he’s taller, and much more agile, so now he has you in his arms, keeping you in place despite your squirming and attempts to run away.
You try again, “Kuroo-” the warning in your voice goes unnoticed- more like ignored- and he takes a big bite of your cheeks.
