#yaku morisuke

[kos-tyan]

colored

[skysfandomnonsense]

Nekoma became I think I’m just going through each of the teams with this

[maeflowerio]

i wrote this for kinktober last year and i want to post it! yolo

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The last thing Tetsurou had on his mental agenda for the day was being knuckle deep inside of his libero, thick creamy white slick dripping through his fingers and pooling on the floor in between their feet. Morisuke’s soft whines slipped through his puffy lips and bounced off the walls of the locker room which echoed heavily in the silence between them. But, with the sickly sweet scent seeping into his nose and swirling around in his brain, he thinks that maybe it should have been one of the first things listed instead.

Yaku had always carried a bit more on his shoulders than needed, his head a bit cloudier than the rest of the team. Kuroo vaguely chastises himself after a harsh roll of his fingertips for not seeing the harsh line of tension in the shorter boy’s shoulders earlier, but the thought was fleeting at best. He couldn’t think about much of anything at all with the way Morisuke’s gummy walls fluttered and slobbered around his fingers, and the sweet syrupy slick sliding down the back of his hand. The soft trickle that followed each glop slipping into the small puddle between them felt heavy in Kuroo’s ears, each noise that sliced the silence felt like the locker room door inching open, revealing this to the outside world.

“Curl your fingers,” Yaku choked out, his voice hoarse and thick with saliva. It was delicious to see Morisuke so broken when he was normally put together. “God, please curl them -” a demand, a mouthwatering forced out demand that made the shorter boy sound desperate, needy. The thought made Tetsurou’s spine shiver, the fabric of his boxers soaking up every dribble of pre his cock leaks out.

He’d never admit to being the weak man he is, but he also never once won a fight against Morisuke, and he wasn’t planning on starting now (even if the warm, mushy walls pulsing around his fingers felt like an award). So, Kuroo’s long, slender digits begin to slowly curl towards that sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingertips gliding against it in slow, meaningful circles. The change in angle got a sharp, but sweet gasp from Morisuke that made him ache.

“Shit - there, ‘surou, there.”

Kuroo could have died a happy, horny man right then and there. With his fingers tickling Yaku’s slushy walls, his nose tucked right in the crease of Mori’s neck, where sweat dribbles down his collarbone and makes a small pool of it. This, right here, was where he wanted to stay until his bones crumbled into dust and his name was just a whisper in the dark.

…okay, maybe he was being overdramatic, but having Yaku beneath him like this, all flushed and disheveled, was similar to being graced by the gods.

“Y’feel so good, Mori,” he murmured, low and slow, Tetsurou’s breath hot against Morisuke’s slick skin. “Can’t even be mad with how big your mouth is when you swallow me up so good, baby.” he doesn’t even really think about what he’s saying, his words turning to golden syrup that causes a thick glob to soak his fingers. Fuck.

He watched as Mori’s eyes flutter shut and his teeth dig into his bottom lip, and the only thought that pulses in his stupid head is how pretty they’d look stretched around his heavy length. This thought was fleeting as well, seeing as the only real thought swirling around in his slushy head was how slippery his fingers were becoming and how beautiful Mori looked like this.

“Close, Mori?” Kuroo murmured softly into Yaku’s ear, but even to his ears it sounded more like a sweet croon than anything else.

It was almost embarrassing.

“S’close —“ His sweet lips stumble over words, the roof of his mouth sticking to his tongue. God, Mori was babbling and all Tetsurou wanted to do was have him come apart over his fingers. Maybe his tongue. Maybe even his length.

He just wanted Mori to fall apart for him, and only him.

Tetsurou made an effort to move his fingers just a bit harder, his fingertips pushing against the sweet bundle of nerves nestled inside of Mori’s slobbering walls, that creamy slick becoming thick and sticky with each push and pull.

“C’mon sweet boy,” He encourages gently, his lips pressing against Mori’s warm skin, maybe to soothe him. “Just do it, baby. Cream on my fingers, you can do it.” Kuroo whispers, grinding his fingers against that sweet spot a bit harsher. His teeth ached from the sweet, musky scent swirling around in the air, his mouth watering at the idea of getting a taste.

Tetsurou’s ears felt like they were heavy from water, Mori’s sweet groans and whimpers echoed thickly across his mind. He almost wanted to convince himself that this wasn’t real, that he was dreaming of this like he did all those other times, but the tight grip Yaku had around his fingers reminded him that this was real this time.

Kuroo’s mind had sort of blanked for some time, which is half the reason why he was caught off guard at the sudden gasps coming from Morisuke. The other half of the reason was because it was ridiculously sudden.

Yaku’s slippery walls fluttered around Tetsurou’s fingers rhythmically, each squeeze on beat with a sharp and sweet gasp. The sweet heady musk suddenly got much heavier, and the slick globs dripped down his fingers a bit quicker. The puddle grew between them, Mori’s shaky knees acting as an arch above it. His fingers continued their soft, gentle strokes to work Yaku through his sudden orgasm (and maybe to overstimulate him… just a bit).

With a sharp, hoarse sob that ripped its way from Yaku’s throat, Kuroo gently slipped his fingers out with a wet schlick sound that caused his balls to tighten up. His long, calloused digits glimmered underneath the low glow of the yellow locker room lights. Slathered with Mori’s sweet cream, the stuff dripped off his fingers erotically. It was ridiculous.

“Shit.” Kuroo cursed, his hand trembling where he held it up. The sight made his cock pulse, warm ribbons of pre slipping out of his tip and soaking his slick boxers. Ridiculous.

He didn’t think much before he slid his fingers into his mouth, a sharp groan following the glide of the substance against his tongue. It tasted exactly how Tetsurou expected it to, musky and tangy but fucking deliciously sweet. Almost teeth-rottingly sweet. He’d never forget this, the taste would forever be engraved into his tastebuds.

“You’re disgust — disgusting.” Mori groaned, still trembling where he stood. Even with half of his brain cells sliding down his thighs, he still had the brain power to insult and ridicule Kuroo.

It amazed him.

“Never tasted yourself, angel?” Kuroo purred, his fingers falling out of his mouth with a wet pop. There wasn’t a drop of Yaku left on his digits, the taste burned into Kuroo’s mouth for what he hopes is forever.

“Don’t — don’t fucking call me that.” Is what he gets in return, of course, just as Yaku began to shove his volleyball shorts up his shaky thighs. The sight was picture worthy, in Tetsurou’s book, but he knew he’d probably get roundhouse kicked for even asking.

So, he just watched as Mori fixed his appearance as quickly as he could, his hands trembling around fabric and his breath heavy in his chest. There were remnants of their activities smeared across Mori’s thighs, the sweat seeping into his hair and leaving it in messy, loose curls.

He looked delectable.

“Leaving so soon, Mori?” Tetsurou asked sweetly, taking half a step closer. He only got a groan and a step back in response before Yaku was grabbing his gym bag and hauling out the door.

Kuroo watched in silence, the sweet tang still lingering on his tongue. His cock trembled heavily in his volleyball shorts, which struck his memory (sadly, not his member) that he was, in fact, still hard. And now he had to deal with it on his own.

Worth it.

[vminculture-blog]

So... there's someone here into Kuroyaku?

KRYK Where:

Kuroo prided himself on being a good friend. He was someone reliable, someone loyal to his friendships. He did his best to build good friendships.

So, naturally, Kuroo didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about stealing Yaku from his jerkish Russian boyfriend (who isn't Lev). After all, Kuroo isn't friends with the guy, but he'll definitely go the extra mile for Yaku, even more than he does for his friendships.

...

A short and basic idea, since I've been caught up in Kuroyaku fever for the past few months.

[gracie--stuff]

yaku(lt)

[o2amus]

Hiking buddies!! Happy birthday to Yaku<33

[thatidonguy]

Happy birthday to my favorite haikyuu libero, Morisuke Yaku!!

[sdc-writes]

Happy birthday Yaku Morisuke 🫶

𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

✦ YakuLev│G│1k│Canon Compliant/Headcanon ✦ Friends to Lovers│Mutual Pining│Romantic Tension

      Yaku has no patience for Lev’s boundless energy, but when the lanky Russian invades his space (and his heart), he realizes his feelings are more complicated than he thought. Between annoyance, laughs, and butterflies, a simple Japanese lesson might just change everything.

🔗 read on AO3 ↗︎

      Some people show they care with kind words.       Yaku does it by complaining the whole time… and somehow that makes it even more endearing.       Happy birthday to one of my favorite liberos. 🏐

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