Kuroo Smut - Blog Posts

asking him for nudes [nsfw]

feat. tsukishima, kuroo, kita, atsumu, tendou

notes: will probably do a version of this for jujutsu kaisen

warnings: female!reader, masturbating, degradation, edging in atsumu’s, atsumu flashes his team 😕, implied cum eating in tendou’s

tsukishima is annoyed, but when is he never? you begged and whined for nudes while the man was at work, for god's sake. he firmly told you no in the beginning and to stop acting like a brat. but when you kept pushing for some, and sending clips of how needy you were, he broke his composure.

the blonde slips into the employee bathroom, locking the door. finally freeing himself, he's already half hard. tsukki sends a picture of himself, smug expression and all with his pretty cock in frame. 'here. happy now?'. and of course he already knows the answer to that when you send a pouting picture in return. tsukishima can't help but take advantage of the photo to get himself off. he makes a video, spitting out profanities and words of degradation while he fucks his hand. he doesn't grant you the pleasure of seeing his face while he does. he knows how much you love seeing his face, but you disobeyed him, and this is punishment.

'you better not touch my cunt. i'm going to fucking ruin you when i get home.'

kuroo is ecstatic. he'll do anything for his pretty baby and the man is more than glad to send you some nudes. he doesn't send them right away though because he has to tease you first. he first sends a picture of his hard on through his slacks, the caption 'this what you want, baby?'. he knows you want more but he wants to see you say it. after successfully getting you to beg, he sends a video of him touching himself through his pants, telling you how it isn't nice for you to get him this worked up right now. how if you were in his office he'd have you bent over his desk. but of course kuroo asks for you to send nudes in return because he's dying to see just how wet you are for him.

being in his own office with no one else in the building, he doesn't hold back. he is loud—very loud. he's moaning your name excessively and telling you how good you always make him feel. asking you if you'll ride him and clench down like you always do so perfectly. his vest and button up are undone and you can see all of his toned chest. he whines and mumbles about how well you take him and how he can’t wait to fuck you. not long after, he orgasms and uses a tissue to clean himself.

'your turn, baby. let me see that pretty pussy i'm going to stuff full later <3'

kita is flustered. when he received a text from you saying 'there's an emergency' he was prepared to drop his farming tasks for whatever you needed. he wasn't expecting you to send him a video of you touching yourself, saying how much you need him. this is all new to him, but he wants so desperately to please you, so he tries his best. kita shreds his clothes, his fit and toned arms and chest in view, beautifully tanned from working outside. he truly looks ethereal.

he feels shy and a little embarrassed showing himself nude on camera but if anyones seen the man, there's absolutely nothing embarrassing about how pretty his cock is. he doesn't realize how pent up he actually is until he starts stroking himself, his whines and moans get gradually louder as he thinks about you and your cute cunt. but however the romantic person kita is, he starts rambling about how beautiful you are, and how he can't wait to start his own little family with you. he thinks you'll look so pretty round and carrying his babies. don't you? he rambled about how he'll take good care of you and your family. there isn’t anything that turns him on more than the thought of you having his kids. he knows you two planned to wait a little longer, but there’s nothing wrong with a little head start, right?

'sweetheart ya can't go and startle a man like that, now hurry home from work so i can finally have my way with ya. need ya pregnant by the end of the day'.

atsumu is smug. he knows he's attractive. he knows he's irresistible. especially when it comes to you. when he saw your message about sending nudes it was right after his practice had ended. sweaty and high on adrenaline, the blonde doesn't need to do much to get himself worked up. just seeing the messages of you being needy could be enough to get him to cum. but he is a performer, and as a performer, he must put on a show.

he teases you in the video, asking you just how badly do you want him and how you want him to take you. he assures you not to worry your pretty little head too much because however it is, he’ll be having you cum multiple times. the thought of getting you off brings himself to the edge and he knows he’s about to cum. but what's this? atsumu stops himself right before he can. his dick is a deep, scarlet red and his hard on by this point is near painful. but if there's one rule atsumu has, it's to not waste his own cum. the only place it belongs is inside of you and not the shower floor. once he’s done edging himself he sends a picture of his painful, rock hard cock.

he ignores the cries of his teammates and the noise of disgust (from sakusa specifically who said for him to 'put that thing away') when coming out the shower. he’s just trying to make it home to you now.

'ya don't know what you just started, angel. ya better be face down, ass up on the bed when i get home. yer not sleeping at all tonight.'

tendou is spontaneous. one nude was never the same from the last one. you're convinced that him sending nudes is more enjoyable for him than you, considering how worked up he gets. there was one instance where he told you he had a 'surprise for you' to bring home from work, and the man came home with his dick in a box full of chocolates. needless to say, if you didn't have a sweet tooth then, you do now.

but imagine this time around asking for some nudes he actually beats you to it, asking to send something at the same you do.

"i've been waiting for you to ask for this~" he sings in the video "i've been working on something for you, mon chéri~'. your anticipation eats at you while you wait, but it’s quietly followed by a gasp at the sight on your screen. low and behold, the man had made a chocolate mold out of your pussy. how he did it, you don't know. do you even want to know? you're even more choked up when you see him fuck the mold, his pretty moans taking up the video. your eyes are drawn to his slender hips and the way he moves them. you hate to say it, but you really do envy chocolate right now. tendou sweet talks you, saying how he wish he can't wait to have the real thing, and how your real pussy is much sweeter than any chocolate. a cute smile is plastered on his face and his pale skin is flushed a pretty pink, the way he shudders lets you know he's close. he loudly moans your name, cumming deeply inside the chocolate. grinning at his work, he shows it to the camera.

'i made all of this nice filling for you. you're going to eat it all, right?'

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Bokuto and Tsukishima Version

A/N: YOOOOO, are y’all proud of me🥺 I finished a major assignment early so I could write! Go me! I really am being an adult out here like damn😤😤. Anyways, hope you like it, and uh… Happy late Halloween? Eh, too late, just enjoy! (PS: goddamn do I miss this🥺 and uh, I searched up “humping synonyms” for this?? am going to hell, see ya there)

Word count: 1789

Kuroo Tetsurou:

In the beginning, it felt good. 

“Yeah, kitten, you like that?”

Amazing even.

“Oh fuck, Tetsu, don’t stop!”

Then it… didn’t. 

“Shit, pineapple! Pineapple!” you wheezed, shoving his hips away and squeezing your legs together. “Fuck.” You rolled onto your side and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to breathe while a dull pain shuddered through your lower half.

Without another word, Kuroo slipped off the bed and observed you, wincing at the way you shut your eyes so tightly. His hands hovered over your form, wanting to help but… just not knowing how. 

His heart pinched, thundering in a way that only came from fear. “Are you okay?” he choked out, finally letting a hand fall to the skin of your back before massaging up and down. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Yeah, I’m good. I just, uh, just need a minute.”

“Of course, Kitten.” In an instant, he was settling in behind you, both arms slipping around your form and long fingers pressing against your stomach. “I’m so, so, so sorry,” he peppered kisses along your shoulders and up your back, “So, so sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay, I promise,” you relaxed in his grip, slipping one hand out from between your thighs and intertwining it with the familiar one on your stomach. “Let’s just… not do that again, okay?”

Kuroo scoffed, shaking his head and curling closer around you. “Kitten, you best believe the next time I even hear you say “pineapple” in public, there’s like a 50-50 chance I’ll have a heart attack. We’re not doing anything like that for a while.”

You snorted. “Anything? Really?” 

“Well of course not anything, but-”

“I knew it.”

“Hey!” Kuroo squeezed your side, and a corner of his mouth lifted at the way you jolted. “I’m sorry. Really, I am.” His voice wavered, and you just knew that if you could see his eyes, there would be a war happening in them. Guilt and despair would be battling it out right in those hazel orbs of his. 

“Tetsu, it’s not your fault!” you reassured, hiding a grimace as you swapped sides to face him. “Now we know what’s too much, right? I promise, I’m okay.” A warm smile took over your face as you cupped his own, leaving a brisk kiss against his lips. “Don’t get all sulky on me now.”

“Never,” he smirked, wrapping two fingers around your right wrist to press a kiss into your palm. His eyes never left your face, and in them you could see worry--worry and something more.

Oh.

It was pain. 

“Oh Tetsu,” you were quick to wrap him in a hug, your arms around his neck while his hands wandered up to your shoulder blades to keep you close. “I’m okay, I swear. I know you didn’t--and you would never--mean to hurt me. Please. It’s okay.”

Finally, the tightness in his muscles faded under your hold. “I know, YN, it’s just that I hate that I’m now someone who’s hurt you. I never wanted to be that guy.” His face pushed harder into your collarbone and his teeth gritted. “Especially to you.”

You shook your head and smiled. “But that’s the thing, Tetsu. You’re not. The only thing you are to me is the man I’m in love with-”

“And your best lover.”

“…Yes, and my best lover. Sure,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as a grin grew on your face. 

“Thank God. It’s so much better to hear out loud than to read it from your diary.”

“Tetsu!”

Kageyama Tobio:

Your safe word was simple. So simple you never thought you’d have to use it.

“Stop! Stop!”

Until now, of course.

“Fuck!” Kageyama opened his lust-filled eyes, yanking himself away so hard he crashed to the floor of his bedroom. 

You, on the other hand, groaned and pressed two hands between your legs, gasping for air while trying to fend off tears. Pain shot up your spine and ebbed into your hips where Kageyama’s hands had been. The haze of passion that had fogged the room was zapped away in mere seconds, replaced with a dead silence. 

Your boyfriend scrambled off his floor and popped back up to his feet, pausing at the sight of you with furrowed brows. 

“YN…?” His tone was slow and concerned, yet his mind was anything but. When you didn’t respond, Kageyama’s diminishing self-control disappeared completely. 

“Shit,” he hissed, two hands diving into his hair and yanking at the strands without restraint. “Fuck!” His face grew red with anger, teeth bared like a wolf ready to attack. But it wasn’t you he was aiming for.

No, no, it wasn’t you. It was himself. 

“I’m so fucking stupid,” he grunted, backing away until he crashed into his own door. “Why did I do that?”

“Tobio-”

Your tone was insistent, wanting to be reassuring. All Kageyama could hear was the pain you struggled to hold back. 

“No, YN!” he barked, turning and slamming a hand onto the door knob. “I hurt you!” 

“Tobio, you’re overreacting! I’m fine!” You weren’t lying; the pain was fading away by the second. The only thing that hurt now was the way Kageyama tried to avoid you.

He whipped the door open anyway, only to stop at your final plea. “Tobio, please!”

It wasn’t the words that made him stop; it was the crack of your voice, caused only by a sudden onslaught of tears. “Please,” you sniffled. “I’m okay, I promise. Just don’t leave.”

Kageyama’s head fell, yet little by little, inch by inch, he let the door squeal to a close. Five, ten, maybe even twenty minutes passed before he turned and made his way back toward you, feet scuffing with every step. 

Your tears had stopped by now, but your eyes were nowhere near dry. “Tobio.”

Kageyama refused to meet your gaze, but he still climbed back onto the bed just across from you, letting his legs cross one over the other. 

Finally, his hands reached out and grasped one of your own, pulling it towards him and propping his elbows on his knees to give him the right height to hold it against his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, each word warm against your fingers. “God, I’m so, so sorry,” his grip tightened. “I just hated hurting you like that. And I couldn’t stand that I did it during a time where I should never hurt you, YN.”  

“Tobio…” you paused, only to think of the words that wouldn’t scare him off. “I… I know you must feel like this is the end of the world or something, but it’s not. Really, I promise. I still love you, and I still trust you, completely. Nothing has changed.”

He still hadn’t looked up, but his fingers began to run along your hand in a nervous habit. 

“You didn’t hurt me. It’s sweet of you to worry so much, but really, you didn’t. Do you want to know what did hurt?”

No response.

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It hurt when I saw that you wanted to leave so quickly. Can you… can you promise not to try and run away every time something that you can’t control happens? I want to experience everything with you, including hard times, so please don’t just… run away where I can’t follow. Can you promise me that?”

Kageyama was dead silent, and part of you was convinced he may have fallen asleep in the midst of your rambling. The only reason you knew he was conscious was because of the way his fingers kept tracing over your hand. 

“Are you-”

“I promise.” Kageyama raised his head, and for the first time in what must have been nearly a half hour, he made and kept eye contact with you. “I promise I won’t leave like that again, no matter what happens. I want to stay by your side forever.” 

“But…?”

“But,” he clenched his jaw, and in a surprising turn of events, a tear slipped down his cheek, “but I don’t want to hurt you again, YN. I still hate myself for doing that to you.” His voice was solid, unwavering. It was obvious he wouldn’t let this go for a while. 

“All right,” you nodded, sliding closer to him on the mattress and pressing your hand against his chest. The other, still caught in his grip, wiggled in effort to escape. He refused at first, gripping just a bit tighter before letting go completely and dropping his hands onto his lap in the form of curled fists. Finally free, you left both palms resting flat against his chest. “All right, I’ll let you sulk for a while.”

Then you put pressure on his chest, urging him to lie back in a form that was obviously the last position he wanted to be in. With enough force, he relented with furrowed brows and fell onto his back. “YN-”

“Feel free to frown,” your face hovered over his, doused in a nonchalant expression, “and whine,” you threw one leg over his body, “and bitch until your heart’s content.” You plopped down onto his lap, effectively straddling him and his… you know. 

“Just know that while you do that, I’m gonna be by your side,” you smirked, letting your hips slide back before dragging them forward again, “kissing and hugging and-”

“YN,” he choked out when you ground yourself on him once more, hands slamming down onto your bruised sides. “Don’t-”

“-making love to you just as much as you make these little efforts to punish yourself.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. 

“Tobio, just know that I’m in love with you more than you hate yourself,” you ground into him again, eating up the way his eyes rolled back into his head.

“So it’s gonna be a long ride.” 

behind closed doors | vi. best seat in the house

a/n: the weather is fucking hot which made writing this so difficult D; regardless and as usual, i hope you all enjoy kuroo being a little tease!! hehe

warning: smut (starts under the cut); face-sitting; overstimulation; 69

your relationship with kuroo was fun, with playful banter and laughter always echoing off the walls of your shared apartment. pillow fights and tickle wars were a frequent occurrence, as were lazy weekends lounging on the couch while binging shows. and that was exactly what you were doing at the moment, much to kuroo’s dismay.

“babe, let me watch my drama!” you whined, flinching away from him as he poked your side repeatedly.

“you’ve been watching the whole day! you know all that screen time isn’t good for you,” he lectured, shuffling closer to you. his hands brushed over your sides, bubbling laughter in your throat as you tried to swat them away. but kuroo’s hands were bigger and stronger, easily resisting as he continued to tickle you and procure stifled chuckles out of you. until finally—

“kuroo! you know what, you’re gonna regret this!” having had enough, you ripped your attention away from the riveting climax of your drama unto your boyfriend, immediately tackling him down. his back hit the couch as you straddled his chest, trying to find all his sensitive spots.

“is this what you wanted? i’m going to tickle you until you can’t breathe so i can finally watch in peace,” you huffed, kuroo laughing more at how cute you were rather than from your attempts to tickle him back. his hands easily wrapped over your wrists, restraining you while you squirmed above him. amused and a little aroused from all your spunk, his eyes wandered down your figure. he glossed over the outline of your breasts unconstrained by a bra and your noticeable lack of shorts under his oversized shirt, but his attention was fixated on your burgundy lace panties.

flicking his eyes back up to meet yours, he clicked his tongue to get your attention. “you think i wouldn’t notice your little lace secret, kitten?”  

the growl in his voice kindled a fire that swept through your insides as you closed your legs. but kuroo’s hand was quick to move, grasping and pushing your thigh back to give him more access to you. “…all my underwear are still in the wash so— k-kuroo!”

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kuroo was trying- he really was. his fingers were practically shredding the bed-sheets as he sat watching you struggle to lower yourself on him. 

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IM JUST TRYING TO SLEEP BUT NO I HAVE TO THINK ABT BOKUTO FAT COCK. ITS 1AM I HAVE SCHOOL BUT IM TOO PREOCCUPIED W DADDY BOKUTO ND HOW HE JUST !!2?3!23? GRRRR AWOOGAWOOGA pls pls koutaro pls manhandle me oh god Pls throw me on ur shoulder nd slap my ass while m Wearing a skirt. pls Pls roughly hold my cheeks in between ur hands n tell me how slutty i look. pls shove ur thick fingers in my mouth nd coo at me when i start to cry bc of ur words. kōu pls shove ur cock in my mouth w/o warning n fuck my face however u want , PLEASE !! IM DESPERATQ PLE WSE

Imagine Kuroo gripping your hips and waist while pounding into while his keen, shiny eyes staring down at you, smirking.

Think about how Kuroo would have you in missionary and press down on your stomach where he can see his himself.

Im going insane thinking bout this 🫶🏻

another male reader, sorry for the wait guys. My birthday was yesterday so yeah. I was busy, anyways hope you enjoy reading this.

the vib inside you was buzzing and shaking like crazy, your cock twitched and dripped precum. You moaned loudly, you didn’t think you would ever get to this place.

getting yourself off alone while your boyfriend watches, jerking himself off slowly. his long fingers rapped around his thick cock, his dark eyes fixated on your body and making eye contact with you occasionally.

he could tell you were close, to the way you were gripping the sheet to the way your face twisted into a face of undeniable pleasure. he grunted softly, feeling himself slowly getting closer to the edge.

he looked up when he heard you shriek and kicked your legs out from under you. “ah! daddy! ca-can I please cum?” you asked with a whine, he was amused because you were on like your 6th orgasm and you’re asking if you can cum?

”Of course you can baby.” he replied while moaned softly. hearing him moan was all you needed to cum.

“daddy! Oh! Oh! God! It’s so g-good! Ah!” you moaned, your hips moved up and down with the vib. he moaned looking at you, he gripped his cock harder and came hard. he groaned out, his raspy, hoarse voice filling the room with yours still moaning.

eventually, you both calmed down and you squirmed and asked “da-daddy? can you stop the - Ah! - vib please?”

your pleasured expression turned into one of pain, he immediately noticed and turned it off and he heard you sigh in relief. he got and walked to the bed to kiss you forehead and said he was gonna get two glasses of water. You nodded, smiled when he tripped a little on his way out.

You began to think of how caring and sweet your boyfriend was, he would always ask if you were alright after sex, even he didn‘t go rough or hard the time.

you smiled at the thought and tried to move around in the bed to get comfortable but you remembered you still had the vib in you. you reached down and slowly pulled the vib out, you moaned softly at the stretch.

you hear someone clear their throat, and you look up to find a smirking kuroo looking you, with two glasses of water in his hands. “what‘re you doing over there my prince? having fun?” his teasing voice intoxicating your mind and thoughts.

you huffed and turned your head away from him and he laughed walking to the bed and sitting down, you looked over to him with a small pout which slowly turned into a smile when he smiled softly at you and asking if you were feeling okay.

you shook your head and said dramatically “no! I feel terrible!” draping a hand over your forehead and groaned. he chuckled and moved your hands and kissed your lips softly.

“I love you my little dramatic prince.”

”I love you too my rooster head king”

“Hey! thats mean!”

”but you called me dramatic!”

”But it’s the truth!”

“But I was telling the truth too!”

|♡| Late Nigh Hours |♡|

Kuroo Tetsurou x F!Reader

Description: You and your boyfriend, Kuroo decide to make the night last as long as possible to which suggests an activity which keeps your two up deep into the night. 

Rating: Fluff, Smut

Disclaimer: Sex, Nudity, Insecurities, Cunnilicus, Vaginal Sex, Established Relationship 

Word Count: 3,361

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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“Fucking bullshit!” Kuroo yelled at the TV which was playing the latest mutant monster movie. Apparently, King Kong using weapons against Godzilla was ‘cheating” as he so passionately stated about fifteen times in the past thirty minutes. 

You laughed, tears welling in your eyes from both the lack of sleep and the giggly mood you were in. Tonight was the last day of your and Kuroo’s first semester in college which had a lot of emotions come up. Both of you silently agreed to make the day last as long as possible which led to both of you being half-awake, surrounded by blankets and snacks, watching what must have been the fiftieth movie of the night. 

“You’re just mad the big dumb lizard can't beat brains,” you said with a smirk on your face as Kuroo seemed to burn with the need to go on a rant about how wrong you were but sadly didn’t have the energy for it. He settled for glaring at you with the most concentration he could muster up before he cracked a smile. In the end, both of you ended up laughing, holding onto each other for support.

The movie eventually came to an end, playing loud action music as the end credits rolled. Now was left the decision to come up with one final excuse to stay up or to go to sleep. 

“Damn babe, it’s nearly 4 in the morning,” he chuckled, showing you his phone to reveal it was indeed that time. But what you also saw was his lock screen, a photo of you, him, and Kenma eating at a restaurant to celebrate your boyfriend's birthday. In the photo, Kuroo was practically drooling at the largest plate of grilled mackerel the kitchen could offer, a special request from you, of course. 

Kuroo noticed your stare and took the moment to observe your facial expressions. “I swear, that fish was better than any birthday cake.”

Maybe it was the sleep haze or the emotional roller coaster of the day, but you looked up at Kuroo with a sad look. “I just can’t believe in a couple of years we will probably get office jobs. I don’t want things to change Testu, I love how things are right now.”

“Aww, babe,” he cooed, pulling you in for a hug. He patted your head as you let out sniffles, teasing you and calling you a crybaby in the process. Within an instant, you smacked his chest playfully earning a laugh from both of you.

“Certain things might change, other things might not. Theirs no use in worrying over what you cant control. But what I do know is this,” he gestures to you and him, “will never stop. I’ve been with you for a long time Y/N. I’m pretty sure I would have known if you weren’t the one for me.”  

“Tetsu,” you whined playfully, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning back to pull him to the pillow-covered floor. You landed comfortably in the mess, just beaming at him with blushes covering both your faces. “That has to be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, trailing his hand up the side of your tank top, slender warm fingers just barely grazing the skin underneath. “How about we try one more thing to keep us up before we call it quits?” 

You rolled your eyes with an annoyed huff, leaning in to kiss his soft lips before meeting his eyes again. “I knew sweet Tetsu wouldn’t last long. You know for someone so dorky you're a big pervert.” Kuroo wore a shit-eating grin before rolling over so he was on top of you.

“Don’t be like that babe. Besides, you know I only have eyes for you. How could I not be attracted to my stunning girlfriend? If you ask me I’m doing pretty fucking good with self-control.” Kuroo began to trail kisses on your neck, mixing in gentle suckling with his butterfly kisses. Kuroo took his time when it came to kissing your neck, it was one of his favorite ways to tease you and he took great pleasure from it. 

Almost instantly your hands find their way to his unruly hair, tangling themselves in the dark locks with short gentle tugs that he loves so much. You two had probably been in this position a million times but it never failed to turn your brain to mush and relax every muscle in your body. “Can’t say the same to you though,” he added chuckling.  

Sadly he was correct, that familiar aching feeling between your legs began to appear as Kuroo gives extra special attention to that sensitive spot on your neck just below your ear. Soft moans leave your lips and you begin to feel unbearably hot leaving your clit start to swell and your pussy ache. 

“Fuck babe, those sounds,” he pants slightly before switching to the other side of your neck only this time leaving sloppy, more desperate marks. His long warm fingers trailed their way under your simple shirt to reach your breasts, which he instantly began folding. Kuroo then began to give short, quick thrusts of his pelvis against your core leaving you writhing at the taste of pleasure and being able to feel his cock in impeccable detail from his sudden dry humping. 

But as soon as it came it left with Kuroo pulling his whole body to sit back on his knees and proud face staring down at you as he left you hanging, “C’mon, let me take these off of you, pretty.”

You had won a simple tank top and sweat pants for tonight, face bare, and hair in its natural state but your boyfriend never failed to tell you how sexy he thought you were even dressed so casually. Now was no exception. He took his sweet time undressing you, adoring your flushed face and disheveled appearance. He had barely started the foreplay and you already looked fucked out. 

After he discards your clothes, leaving you only wearing a pair of black cotton panties, he quickly jumps at your tits, looking as if he was going to drool if he waited another moment. A sob leaves your mouth at his sudden movement, hands and mouth instantly latching onto each of your breasts, but you couldn’t help but arch your back into him, legs wrapping around his upper thighs as your ground your pussy onto his noticeable bulge on his jeans. You couldn’t help it, you had started to throb to the point where it almost hurt. 

“Ah, Tetsu— Tetsurou please, please!”

Your desperate noises had his dick twitching, even through two layers of clothes you could feel it begging for direct contact with you. Not to mention the fact that your grinding had left a noticeable wet spot on his pants, effectively ruining them. “Fuck! Oh my fucking god you drive me crazy,” he groaned, meeting your sloppy thrusts but never stopping his harsh suckling on your nipple, teeth just barely grazing the sensitive bud.

“Baby wait, your gonna make me cum in my pants.” He chuckles, placing a strong hand on your stomach to pin your hips down to the floor and stop your grinding. You whined desperately, pleading for him to fuck you flowing out your mouth but he simply shook his head. 

“Nah pretty, I wan’ eat you out first.” He slurred his words slightly, eyes drooping but determined to have a taste of what was between your legs. 

He quickly took off your panties, taking off his jeans in the process, muttering something about them becoming too tight before lowering his head down so he could get a clear view of your dripping cunt. 

“Mm, look at you? Your fucking soaking. I could never get tired of this pretty pussy babe, never.” Kuroo teased, spreading your lips around to smear your arousal and allowing him to blow hot air on your aching clit causing you to buck your hips up. 

Kuroo never shied away from dirty talk when it came to you, he loved watching you get all embarrassed and try to hide. This time was no different, you attempted to hide your expressions with your arm which caused Kuroo to pull away from your cunt in response. 

You whined once more, begging for him to put his mouth where you needed it most. “Only if you look at me. Keep your eyes on me the whole time baby.” Kuroo watched as you slowly lifted your arm and look him in the eyes with the cutest face he swears he’s ever seen. That’s just what he wanted to see.

He resumed his actions, kissing around your cunt and on your thighs to leave you a crying begging mess until his mouth finally latched on your clit, sucking harder than he ever did on your neck. Being teased for so long made you extra sensitive to his fast thick lines he licked onto your sensitive areas, the smirk never leaving his face as his chin became shiny with liquid.  

For a while Kuroo kept up this act, looking into your eyes with his hazel ones, maintaining control up until you let out one particular scream that hand your hole gush with juices and clamp around nothing. It was then his reserve started to break and his hips began to grind down on a nearby pillow. It wasn’t nearly enough but it was better than nothing, he couldn’t focus on himself right now, he needed to make you cream around his mouth.

That’s when an idea came to him. Way too often had he played with your pussy with just his fingers, you often had been fucked out just from the number of orgasms his hands gave you on your sweet clit. 

He loosened his grip on your thighs and turned them to rub feverishly on your clit, allowing him to stick his tongue in your quivering hole for him to slurp up everything you had to offer. You were losing your mind, legs involuntarily raising into the air to give him more access as the fat of your thighs jiggled from how badly they shook. It was all too much and you almost didn’t remember Kuroo’s warning to keep your eyes on him. The sight of him easting you out alone made you want to cum hard on his face. 

“Tetsurou! I’m gonna cum, please I wan’ cum so bad.” Your thighs crossed on his head effectively locking his down on your pussy, hands desperately tugging on his hair. He swore he could die this way. 

He instantly began to put everything he had into sloppily making out with your core, thrusting and flicking his tongue in and out of your hole as his fingers expertly rubbed your clit. Kuroo stared up at you, soaking up the look in your eyes as he moans into your pussy, getting drunk off the flavor.  

His hips hump against the pillow tremendously faster, instinct taking over in these last few seconds of bliss before you scream his name one final time as your body convulses from the heavy waves of pleasure that rake through you. Your back arches and your body twitches but your eyes never once leave his and Kuroo swears if he didn’t have the drive to fuck you after this he would have creamed in his boxers right there. 

Kuroo doesn’t light up on attacking your pussy although his fingers do abandon their position on your clit and moved to rub soothing circles on your thigh. You rode out your orgasm for as long as possible before you began to pull on his hair in an attempt to stop the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Hold on babe, ‘m not done,” he slurred, eyes bloodshot. It had to have been almost 5 in the morning at this point. “I still gotta clean you up.” 

He quickly dives back into your hole, licking all the cum he can from your sensitive hole by shoving his tongue in as far as he could manage. You let out another cry from overstimulation, tears falling down your cheeks. After Kuroo was satisfied, he pulled away and crawled back to you, kissing and whispering praises into your ear. “S’ good baby, so god damn good.” 

He let you recover for a moment, letting you catch your breath as he moved your hair out of your face. It took a second for you to realize Kuroo had not yet cum, and almost instantly you look down to see the still very hard erection staring back at you. Kuroo laughed.

“Nah, don’t worry babe, I was saving it for the main course,” he then wiggled his eyebrows making you giggle at his stupidity,” but I don’t know if my baby is up for it, I sure took a lot out of her.” His tone was playful but firm, hinting very strongly that you shouldn’t worry about him but you were quick to dismiss it. 

“No,” you dragged the word, wrapping his arms around his neck and meeting him for a hot sloppy kiss, taking his tongue into your mouth and sucking gently, biting his lip in the process. Kuroo moaned into the kiss, hands roaming your body once more before giving your breast a playful squeeze. “God damn, I love your tits.”

“Hey!” You grumbled slightly, but he was quick to interrupt your pout with another wet kiss. “Don’t be like that baby, of course, I love you,” he dragged his mouth around your collar bone leaving a set of hickeys while his fingers pinched your sensitive nubs. “But, c’mon, you have a nice rack that I have to adore.”

To make his point, Kuroo squeezed your boobs together allowing him to suckle each of your nipples, leaving all sorts of bites and marks on your chest. If there was anything Kuroo liked to do during sex, it was to relish your breasts with his kisses. 

“You sure you up for this baby? I can take care of it myself, don’t feel pressured.” His sweet words warmed your heart as you caressed his face to pull his face away from your nipples and to you. 

“Testurou, please fuck me.”

Kuroo’s resolve seemed to snap at your words as he was quick to discard his shirt and boxers, leaving him completely naked before you. Kuroo was lean and had gotten a fair tan since his high school days, leaving a tan line on his thighs and pelvis. The veins trailing to his V-line were especially enchanting, leading down to his pretty cock leaning against his pale thigh. Kuroo was long, the tip of his dick large and pink which weighed it down even at his hardest. With a slight curve to the left and dripping pre-cum your cunt instantly became wet again from the drool-worthy sight before you. 

Kuroo grabbed each of your legs, placing your ankles over each of his muscular shoulders and using his weight to press down on you. He grabbed his aching dick, giving it a couple of rough strokes before lining himself up with your sloppy hole, dripping with new arousal and Kuroo’s saliva. Everything was just unbearably hot. 

You let out a loud gasp as he finally pushes it in, pussy instantly molding to his cock from the numerous times you had done this. You watch Kuroo’s expressions eagerly, he just looks so fucking good, eyebrows scrunching and head thrown back with his tongue practically hanging out. He leaned down to press himself against you, your chests glued together which allowed him to put his full weight behind his thrusts and moan in your ear. 

“Fuck, fuck! Baby, I can’t — ah!” He shuddered as your pussy clenched around him, pace seemingly to increase in speed. “Fuck your so tight, perfect cunt is fucking suffocating me, so fucking cute baby, so fucking cu-,” his lewd words were cut off by another groan. 

Your boyfriend was completely lost in you, his once smug demeanor forgotten when he buried his length balls deep in you. Now what was left was desperation which you were always so willing to take care of, thrusting your hips upwards and scratching his back leaving your own marks. You even began to leave hickeys on his neck which Kuroo absolutely lost his mind over. 

You felt everything, every motion, every twitch, every drag of his veins rubbing up the side of your gummy walls which hugged him so perfectly. Kuroo never let up his speed, wet slapping sounds filling the living room which you now realized had been playing another film, but due to you two being distracted, Netflix had a “are you still watching?” notice. Honestly, it was comical in hindsight but you were too busy moaning to laugh. 

It was then your boyfriend found your sweet spot, the curve in his dick allowing him to hit that spot for every harsh thrust he gave with perfect accuracy. You screamed louder, praises spilling out your mouth left and right. 

“So good! Oh Tetsu, oh my god so fucking good!” 

“Yeah baby? You like it?” Kuroo attempted to tease you once more but his eyes rolled back from your pussy lips catching on his tip as he pulled all the way back to slam back into you. He swore he was seeing stars. “Oh fuck babe! I’m gon’ cum. You close baby? I want you to cum on my cock baby, c’mon.” He practically whined, fingers reaching down to flick your clit and his thrusts becoming rougher. You swore at this rate you wouldn’t be able to sit down properly from how his balls were slapping against your ass. 

The knot in your stomach only became tighter as his words turned you into a shaking mess, your pussy gushing so much a ring began to form at the base of his cock. Finally, the knot snapped causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, screaming ‘Tetsurou!’ as your legs shook uncontrollably. 

Upon your release Kuroo’s almost instantly followed, your pussy milking him too tight for him to handle. With one final thrust, Kuroo let out a needy moan and released inside of you, your velvety walls still clenching down on him with a vice grip. 

You two stayed like that, wrapped up in each other's arms and stroking each other's skin until Kuroo gently pulled out and watched as his cum flooded out from your still twitching pussy. 

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that, babe, even when we are hitched ‘n turn old and grey.” 

“You’ll have sex with me even when I’m a wrinkly old granny?” You broke out into a fit of laughter at his sour expression, pulling him in for a sweet kiss as a blush ignited your face. “You mean it though, Tetsu? You wanna be with me that long?” Your insecurities from earlier trailed back into your head. All around everything was changing, old friends moving and starting their lives, people settling and having children, even the shadow of death and misery following some of your closest relationships. You and Kuroo’s relationship was one of the most precious things you valued. You loved him with everything you had, the idea of having to move on hurt you more than anything.

“‘Course, babe. Me and you? We’re gonna be in each other's arms for a long time, preferably forever if you let me.” Your eyes softened, hugging him close to you and basking in his presence. He let out a long, tired yawn and shifted to grab his discarded phone to reveal the time to be 7:47 A.M. He sighed, throwing the phone on the couch and wrapping a blanket around the two of you.

Just before you could succumb to sleep, Kuroo, smirking, added, “We are just perfect for each other, one in the same, like sodium chloride is to table salt or...,” he trailed off until you could practically see a lightbulb float on top of his head.

“Like Godzilla and King Kong, obviously me being the big strong lizard and you’re...the other one.”

“Kuroo Tetsurou!” 

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Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is my first official smut so I hope you guys like it. I ended up choosing Kuroo on a whim but I’m  happy with how it turned out. Let me know if there’s anything you would like to see from me!! Bye  ๑(◕‿◕)๑

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Anon Ask: Kuroo (NSFW)

The office was eerily quiet, save for the low, steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Rows of desks stretched out in neat, darkened lines, papers stacked, chairs pushed in, computer monitors black and still. The occasional ticking sound from the wall clock echoed faintly in the wide, open space, amplifying just how empty it really was.

You pushed open the door to Kuroo’s private office, balancing two takeout bags in your hands like a peace offering.

"Dinner's here, workaholic," you called, voice cutting through the stillness.

Inside, Kuroo looked up from behind his desk. He was hunched over some paperwork, hair even messier than usual—wild tufts sticking up from where he'd clearly dragged his fingers through it. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Dark shadows smudged under his golden eyes, but when he spotted you standing there, his whole face shifted.

The tension in his shoulders eased. The corner of his mouth curved into a slow, lazy smile.

You made your way inside, carefully setting the bags down on the edge of his desk, nudging aside a stack of folders to make room. The rich, savory scent of your order wafted up between you, warm and inviting.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching out long legs under the desk, lacing his fingers behind his head with a low, satisfied groan. His eyes never left you—watching you with a smoldering kind of patience.

"Wow, must be my lucky night," he said, voice a rough, playful rumble.

You rolled your eyes as you started unpacking the food. "Yes, bask in my generosity. You owe me dinner and maybe dessert."

He chuckled under his breath, pushing up from his chair with a heavy, purposeful kind of movement. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, veins prominent along his forearms. He looked both exhausted and predatory—and somehow, devastatingly good.

He walked around the desk slowly, almost leisurely, but there was a weight to it. A coil of energy you could feel tightening between you with each step.

"You bringing me dinner... wearing that?" His gaze skimmed shamelessly over you, lingering at your legs, the snug fit of your jacket. "Dangerous."

You huffed, smoothing down your coat self-consciously. "Calm down, corporate Romeo. It’s just jeans and a jacket."

He smirked, dipping his head slightly as he stepped closer, voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Still dangerous."

You shook your head, scoffing lightly, but your pulse betrayed you, skipping when he closed the last of the distance. His presence was overwhelming—the subtle scent of his cologne, the heat radiating off his skin.

He stopped just short of touching you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His fingers flexed slightly at his sides, like he was barely holding himself back.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" he said, voice low and rough.

You raised an eyebrow, shooting him a dry look as you finished unpacking the containers. "Please don't say ‘work overtime,’ because I'm not into that."

Kuroo chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. He leaned down slightly, close enough that you felt his breath against your ear.

"Always thought about bending you over my desk," he murmured. "Right here. After hours. When no one's around to hear you."

You blinked at him, deadpan. "You're disgusting."

But your body—traitorous as ever—leaned in, just a little. Your pulse kicked up, a warmth blooming low in your stomach.

"You love it," he teased, fingers brushing lightly against your waist, the touch barely there but searing.

You scoffed, stepping back half a pace, bumping lightly into the desk. "And here I thought you were a professional, Kuroo-san."

"I am professional. I'm professionally fantasizing about you," he quipped, tilting his head, that lazy grin deepening.

You fought the smile tugging at your lips, trying to maintain the upper hand, but it was useless. Especially when he stepped closer again, boxing you in, the edge of the desk biting into the backs of your thighs.

"Tetsu, seriously," you said, palms flattening against his chest when he closed the distance, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your touch. "I literally just brought you food."

"Exactly," he said simply, hands skimming up your sides, slow and coaxing. His thumb traced lazy, hypnotic circles against your hipbone. "And now I'm starving for something else."

"You're impossible," you muttered, even as your hands fisted weakly in his shirt.

"And you're stalling," he murmured back, his voice thick, heated.

You opened your mouth—but nothing came out.

Instead, you grabbed a handful of his loosened tie and yanked him down into a kiss, slow and burning, full of everything you hadn't said.

The takeout bags hit the floor with a muffled thud.

Kuroo groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding up your thigh, hitching your leg around his waist as he walked you back, pressing you flush against the edge of the desk.

You parted your lips under his without hesitation now, tugging him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss until your heads spun.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug your coat down your arms and toss it somewhere unseen. "So fucking pretty for me."

You whined when his hands found the hem of your jeans, pushing it down your hips with slow, deliberate pressure.

He lifted you onto the desk, scattering papers and pens with zero care. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, your body already humming in anticipation.

The kiss broke again when he mouthed down your throat, rough and reverent all at once. Your head fell back with a soft, shuddering breath, heart hammering so hard it echoed in your ears.

"Still think I'm disgusting?" he teased against your skin, voice dark and amused.

"Absolutely," you managed, breathless. *"Now shut up and fuck me, Kuroo."

His answering growl vibrated against your throat.

And then he was undoing his belt with one hand, the other keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you—laid out across his desk, messy, panting, and entirely his.

The desk beneath you creaked softly as Kuroo pressed your front down against the cool surface, one hand splayed firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you there. His body loomed behind you, solid and hot, while he dragged his other hand down the curve of your spine, slow and possessive.

Your jeans were tugged halfway down your thighs, tangled around your knees. His fingers brushed teasingly over the waistband of your underwear, snapping it lightly before hooking them and sliding them down too, baring you completely to him.

You squirmed under his touch, hips canting back instinctively, seeking more.

“You're still overdressed,” he muttered, voice rough as he leaned over you, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You barely managed a breathless huff before his fingers slid between your thighs, finding you slick and ready. He groaned low in his chest.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “Already so fucking wet.”

You whimpered when he teased your entrance with two fingers, circling lazily but never giving you the pressure you craved.

“Tetsu,” you gasped, writhing under him.

He finally pushed in—one thick finger first, curling expertly, then another, scissoring them slowly to open you up. The stretch was delicious, just shy of overwhelming.

Your forehead rested against the cool desk, your fingers curling against the smooth surface.

Kuroo’s free hand stroked down your back, soothing, grounding you as he worked you open, coaxing soft, broken sounds from your lips.

When he withdrew his fingers, you whimpered at the loss—but then you heard the sound of his belt unfastening, the metallic clink sharp in the heavy silence of the office.

You twisted your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye—his flushed face, the way he pumped himself slowly, slicking his cock with your wetness still clinging to his fingers.

He lined himself up behind you, the head of his cock dragging through your folds in a slow, maddening tease.

“Say you want it,” he murmured.

“I want it- I want it please,” you choked out, voice shaky with need.

He didn’t make you wait.

With one steady thrust, he pushed into you, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs. He filled you completely, bottoming out with a low, wrecked groan.

He stilled for a moment, both hands braced on your hips, thumbs pressing into your skin.

“You feel…” he muttered, voice ragged. “You feel so fucking good.”

You nodded weakly, pushing back against him, desperate for him to move.

He took the hint.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before thrusting back in with enough force to jolt your body forward on the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, but neither of you cared.

Kuroo found a brutal rhythm, each snap of his hips making the desk creak under the force of it. His tie swung loose from his collar, occasionally brushing against your lower back with each rough thrust.

The sounds—skin slapping, your broken gasps, his low, breathless curses—echoed obscenely in the otherwise empty office.

“Mine,” he growled, fucking into you harder now, faster, one hand sliding up your back to fist gently in your hair, tugging your head back so he could kiss the nape of your neck, teeth grazing your skin.

“Yours,” you gasped, knuckles white where you gripped the desk.

The coil in your stomach tightened impossibly fast, your orgasm building with every relentless drive of his hips.

“Come for me,” he panted against your ear. “Let me feel you.”

A few more thrusts and you shattered—clenching around him, crying out his name in a broken, wrecked moan. Your body trembled under him, your release washing over you in thick, hot waves.

He fucked you through it, groaning low in his throat at the way you squeezed him so tight it bordered on painful.

With a final, stuttering thrust, he came hard, spilling inside you with a rough curse, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rode out the aftershocks.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your mingled breathing, the soft rustle of clothes, and the distant rain tapping against the windows.

Kuroo pressed a lazy kiss between your shoulder blades, hands smoothing down your sides in a rare, tender gesture.

“Best… dinner pickup… ever,” he panted against your skin.

You let out a breathless laugh, still half folded over the desk, utterly wrecked.

“You’re… buying dessert,” you managed, voice hoarse.

He chuckled, pulling your jeans up slowly, helping you dress with lingering touches.

“Anything you want, babe,” he said, kissing the back of your neck again, utterly unbothered by the mess around you—completely consumed by you, and only you.

Pregnancy: Kuroo (NSFW)

You’re not sure when it started. Maybe sometime last week, maybe even before that—but the switch flipped quietly, without warning. One minute you were just a little tired, a little bloated, trying to get comfortable with the weird limbo that is second trimester pregnancy. And the next?

You were staring at your husband like he was carved from marble. Like every movement of his arms under that damn fitted black t-shirt was offensive. Like the way his voice dipped when he answered a work call should be punishable by law.

You hadn’t touched him in days—partly because you were tired, partly because the two of you were still adjusting to the wave of appointments and vitamins and new routines. But now, now your skin feels too tight for your body. You can’t stop thinking about his hands. His stupid smirk. The stretch of muscle across his stomach when he reaches for the top shelf. You keep shifting in your chair at the kitchen table, thighs pressed together as you half-watch him move around the apartment, trying not to combust every time he bends to grab something or stretches his arms over his head like a personal attack.

You're four months pregnant, and your hormones are holding you hostage.

But how the hell are you supposed to say that? Hey honey, I want you so bad it’s making me delusional? You’re turning me on just by walking?

You'd rather burst into flames.

So instead, you sit quietly, pretending to scroll through your phone while your eyes flicker up to him every ten seconds like a heat-seeking missile. You’re trying to be subtle. You really are.

Unfortunately for you, Kuroo Tetsurou has known you long enough to spot a mood shift from fifty paces away—and he’s been watching. Smugly. Patiently. Waiting.

The first hint that you’ve been caught comes when he strolls by with a bowl of chopped strawberries, casually plucks one from the bowl, and leans over to offer it to you without a word. You’re caught off guard, lips parting automatically as he feeds it to you. Your teeth graze the tip of his fingers, just barely, and his lips twitch.

He doesn’t move. Just watches you chew. Slow. Calm.

Then, in a voice dipped in dry amusement: “You’ve been staring at me for twenty minutes.”

You blink, swallow. “I haven’t.”

“Mm,” he hums, straightening up. “Sure you haven’t.”

You grit your teeth. Heat burns your cheeks. You can already feel the spiral beginning.

He doesn’t press. Just walks around the kitchen like he didn’t just call you out for mentally undressing him on the spot. His movements are so casual it’s infuriating. He grabs a dish towel, wipes down the counter, opens the fridge, all while your brain is on fire.

You stare down at your phone, eyes unfocused, and will yourself to get it together. You just need to act normal. You’re not gonna combust. It’s fine. It’s just hormones.

“You okay?” he asks, voice far too neutral. You glance up. He’s leaning against the counter now, arms crossed over that broad chest, eyebrow lifted in feigned innocence.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re flushed.” His head tilts. “You hot?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

You shift in your seat, pressing your knees together. “Yes.”

Another pause. Then:

“You hungry?”

Your eyes shoot to him instinctively—and that’s when you realize he knows. Not just suspects. Not maybe. Knows.

And worse: he’s enjoying it.

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. You look away again, hands gripping your phone like it might save you from yourself.

When he crosses the room, you don’t even notice until he’s crouching beside your chair, resting one arm on the armrest, the other hand brushing lightly over your thigh. You freeze.

“Sweetheart,” he says, voice dipped in syrup, eyes glinting with something dangerous, “you’ve been lookin’ at me like you want to climb me.”

You blink rapidly. “That’s not—”

“You sigh every time I stretch.” His fingers trace up to your knee. “You squirm when I talk. You’ve eaten, slept, and had your iron supplements. So unless there’s a sudden new strawberry emergency—”

“Tetsuro.”

“—I think,” he murmurs, leaning closer, “there’s something you’re not saying.”

You bury your face in your hands, groaning into your palms. “This is so embarrassing.”

He laughs softly, warm breath fanning over your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s adorable.”

“It’s feral, Tetsu. I feel like a monster.”

“Monsters don’t look at me like that,” he says, voice low against your skin. “They don’t whimper every time I bend over.”

You groan louder, but your body leans into him on instinct.

“Say it,” he teases. “C’mon. Say you want me.”

“I hate you.”

“You want me.”

“I’m four months pregnant and deranged, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, baby,” he grins, pulling you gently into his lap, “you’re carrying my kid and horny for me? I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

Mortified beyond recovery, you squirm your way out of his lap, muttering something unintelligible as you bolt from the kitchen. It’s half an attempt to escape, half a desperate grab for your dignity. You make it three steps into the hallway before you hear him laugh—low and knowing—and then feel his hands at your hips.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” he murmurs, lips brushing the curve of your ear as he tugs you back against him. “You’re not getting away from me after saying all that.”

You fumble for a response, but it vanishes the second his hands find the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin with unbearable slowness. You tilt your head back without thinking, breath catching.

“Tetsurou—”

“Yeah?” he answers, already kissing down your neck, voice infuriatingly calm. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

You don’t. You can’t.

Instead, your hands find his wrists and guide them higher. You melt into him like wax to flame.

“Good girl,” he breathes against your jaw. “That’s more like it.”

Before you can catch your breath, he has you gently turned, your back pressing against the hallway wall. His hands settle firmly on your hips, then slide lower, fingers working with a confidence that has your knees buckling. You gasp when he pops the button of your pants, the sound deafening in the quiet space between your bodies.

“Tetsurou—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over your collarbone with the lightest graze, voice so low and deliberate it sends a pulse through your spine. His hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear with a languid slowness, his knuckles dragging along your skin like he wants you to feel everything.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? You’ve been trying so hard to hold it together.”

You inhale sharply as his fingers slide deeper, seeking out the ache you’ve been trying to ignore for days. When he finds it—you—it’s like your body short-circuits. Your breath stutters, hips jolting forward as if your body’s been waiting for this exact moment, this exact touch.

His fingers move with maddening precision—expert and unhurried—stroking you in a rhythm that melts the strength from your knees. He presses you harder into the wall, not with force but weight, anchoring you there while your body twists and trembles under his control. His mouth trails along your neck, slow kisses blooming across your pulse point as you gasp, the sound catching in your throat.

"Just relax, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, "Let me make it better."

Your hands cling to his arms, fingers digging into his sleeves as your body arches into him. The tension coils tighter and tighter, strung high by weeks of restrained want, the heat of your own embarrassment fueling the need. He murmurs low praise into your skin—good girl, so soft, so perfect, so fucking sweet like this—and the words alone nearly undo you.

And when you do come, it’s a quiet, raw thing—your body trembling in his hold, face tucked against his shoulder, a muffled cry of Tetsurou slipping from your lips like confession. He holds you steady through it, one arm around your waist, the other still curled low, fingers easing you through every last tremor.

When your breathing slows, when the fog begins to lift, his hand gently slips free and he cradles your face, brushing back damp strands of hair with the same fingers that just unraveled you.

“God, you’re perfect,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “My gorgeous, needy wife. All mine.”

Your breath comes out in short, shaky bursts, still reeling, still trembling in his hands. “I can’t believe I—” you start, but the words collapse in your throat, too breathless, too flustered to finish.

Tetsurou chuckles softly, and before you can even think about collecting yourself, he’s hooking one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you with effortless strength.

You yelp, arms flying around his neck as he princess carries you down the hallway, your face burning hot against his shoulder. “Tetsu—! What are you doing?!”

He glances down at you, grin smug, eyes molten. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he murmurs, already walking with you in his arms toward the bedroom. His voice is velvet and heat, wrapped around every word, promising more. “I’ve got you all night, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”

Husbandry: Kuroo (NSFW)

Kuroo’s grandparents’ house was packed. The warm hum of conversation filled every corner, blending with the occasional burst of laughter and the distant sound of kids squealing as they ran through the hallways. His entire family had gathered for his grandfather’s birthday, a rare full-family event that happened maybe once a year.

The kitchen was a flurry of activity, aunts swapping recipes and gossip over steaming dishes while his uncles gathered around the dining table, engaged in heated debates over sports. Kuroo’s grandmother had you both cornered earlier, asking—no, demanding—when you two planned on giving her great-grandchildren, and before you could even attempt an answer, Kuroo had expertly steered the conversation to something else, saving you from the relentless interrogation.

You had smiled, nodded, played your role as the perfect daughter-in-law, but after hours of dodging prying questions and smiling at distant relatives whose names you barely remembered, you were in desperate need of a break. The stuffy warmth of the crowded living room and the persistent hum of voices pressing in from all sides made escape your only option.

So, you slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a quiet sigh, pressing your hands against the sink. A deep breath, a few moments to yourself—that was all you needed. A little peace, a little space, a moment where you weren’t being eyed like a future baby-making machine.

Then, a few minutes later, the door clicked open again.

You barely had time to turn before Kuroo slipped in, shutting it behind him.

Your eyes widened. "What are you—"

"Let’s fuck."

You blinked. "Wow. How romantic. You really know how to set the mood, Tetsurō. Maybe light a candle next time? Play some soft jazz?"

His smirk was slow, lazy, dangerous. "Oh, I’d play something, alright. But I don’t think you’d be able to focus on the music."

You scoffed, folding your arms. "Tetsurō, we’re at your grandparent’s house. At a family event. With people literally roaming the halls. But sure, let’s add public indecency to our marriage résumé. That'll really impress your grandma."

He leaned in, pressing his hands against the sink behind you, caging you in. “And?”

Your heart pounded. “And it’s a terrible idea.”

Kuroo tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “You remember that bet we made a few weeks ago?”

Your stomach dropped.

Of course, you remembered. Some stupid, petty argument over who could name more world capitals or something equally dumb. You lost.

And Kuroo? He said he’d save his favor for the right moment.

This was apparently it.

“Tetsurō.” You crossed your arms, trying to look firm despite the way your pulse hammered in your throat. “Absolutely not.”

He grinned. “You agreed to the deal.”

“I didn’t think you’d cash it in like this!”

He hummed, tilting his head. “Well, it’s the perfect time. No one even notices we’re gone.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the second his hands slid down to your waist, his fingers pressing into your hips, his body heat radiating against yours—

Your resolve crumbled.

“You wouldn’t.”

Kuroo leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Oh, I would.”

And with the way he was pressing into you, his hands gripping you like he’d already won— you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to stop him.

His fingers trailed lower, teasing, playful, pressing into the fabric of your dress just enough to make you gasp. “You know, I was gonna save this for something special, but…” he exhaled against your neck, his voice dark, teasing. “I think you’d rather pay up right now, wouldn’t you?”

Your breath hitched, hands coming up to push against his chest—half-heartedly. “Your Mother is outside.”

His smirk deepened. “And? No one’s paying attention.”

“Tetsurō—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, fingers curling beneath your chin, tilting your face up. His lips hovered over yours, barely brushing, mocking. “You’re acting like you don’t want this.”

Your skin burned, and you cursed how easily he could unravel you. The worst part? He knew it. He knew you’d fold for him, knew exactly how to make your body betray you.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he murmured, lips pressing just beneath your ear, his breath hot and slow.

You swallowed hard. “Tetsu—”

His hands slid further down, gripping your hips, pulling you against him. “Say it, baby. Say you don’t want me to touch you.”

You couldn’t.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, your resolve slipping further with every second.

Kuroo chuckled, the sound low and full of satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands slipped beneath the hem of your dress, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing along the sensitive skin of your thighs. “You’re already getting warm, baby,” he whispered. “You sure you wanna keep resisting me?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to fight the way your body shuddered under his touch.

You parted your lips, ready to say something—anything—but the moment his fingers pressed just a little higher, your breath hitched, and you knew you were done for.

Kuroo’s smirk widened. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

And then, he kissed you.

Deep, slow, devouring.

Your back hit the bathroom counter, your arms winding around his neck as he took his time, teasing you, making you fall apart without even trying.

“We have to be quiet,” he whispered against your lips.

And with the way he was dragging you under, drowning you in heat, in want, in him— you knew that was going to be impossible.

But instead of answering, you simply nodded, your breath uneven, your body already melting against him. His eyes darkened at your silent surrender, and before you could process it, you were kissing him again—deeper, more desperate, all hesitation gone.

His hands moved instantly, slipping further beneath your skirt, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teasing, waiting. "That's my girl," he murmured against your lips, his grip tightening as he pressed you harder against the counter. "Now, let's see how well you can keep quiet."

His fingers slid between your thighs, parting them just enough before slipping under your underwear, skimming over your warmth with a featherlight touch. You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands gripping the sink behind you as he chuckled low against your lips. "Already so warm for me, baby."

You bit down on your lip as his fingers pressed in, slow but firm, stretching you just enough to make your legs shake. He worked you open with practiced ease, his other hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still as your body responded to every precise curl of his fingers.

A whimper nearly escaped your lips, but you slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes widening as you remembered where you were.

Kuroo smirked, dark and wicked, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling that sensitive spot that had your stomach tightening. "That’s it," he whispered, nipping at your jaw. "Keep quiet for me. You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?"

You shook your head, muffled sounds slipping between your fingers as your thighs trembled around his hand. He was relentless, teasing, playing, knowing exactly how to push you to the edge without letting you go over.

Then, just as your breath hitched, just as your body started to tighten around his fingers, he withdrew.

You let out a desperate, choked sound, but before you could protest, you felt the unmistakable press of him against you. Hot. Hard. Teasing.

He groaned as he rubbed himself against your entrance, just barely pushing the tip inside before pulling away.

"Shit—you're shaking, baby," he whispered, his voice rough, strained with control. "You want it that bad, huh?"

Before you could answer, he grabbed your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the sink. The cool porcelain against your skin sent a shiver up your spine, but it was nothing compared to the way he slotted himself between your legs, teasing you further as he lined himself up.

"Hold on to me," he muttered, voice thick with hunger.

Your arms wrapped around his neck just as he pushed inside, slow but deliberate, stretching you inch by inch. A strangled moan built in your throat, but you barely bit it back, eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out, filling you completely.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he started to move, deep and steady at first, but quickly growing more desperate. His breath was hot against your neck, each groan rumbling through his chest as he thrust into you, the wet sound of skin against skin mixing with your ragged breathing.

Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in deeper, chasing the edge that was already creeping up on you. His hand snuck between your bodies, fingers finding that sensitive spot, circling, pressing, sending white-hot pleasure straight to your core.

"T-Tetsu—" you gasped, one hand flying to your mouth as your body trembled around him.

"That’s it," he groaned, fucking into you harder, faster. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."

You were right there, so close, when—

Knock. Knock.

Your eyes shot open, panic freezing you in place.

"Tetsurō?" came the unmistakable voice of his older sister from the other side of the door. "Are you in there?"

Kuroo barely faltered, grinning like the devil as he stilled inside you, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Yeah, be out in a sec," he called back easily, voice steady despite the fact that he was currently buried inside you.

His sister huffed. "Hurry up, it's time for cake. Also, where’s your wife?"

Your breath caught, but Kuroo? Unbothered.

"Dunno," he lied smoothly, thrusting into you just once, slow and teasing. "Maybe she got lost."

You bit your lip, glaring at him, nails digging into his shoulders.

His sister sighed. "Whatever. Just get your ass out here."

The second her footsteps faded down the hall, you swatted his arm, chest heaving.

"You are unbelievable."

Kuroo grinned, pulling back only to slam into you again, harder this time, forcing a muffled cry from your lips. Your arms tightened around his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as your entire body clenched around him.

"That’s right," he whispered against your ear, his pace unrelenting, each thrust sharp and punishing. "You're shaking so much—gonna act like you don’t love this? Like you don’t get off on almost getting caught?"

You tried to glare at him, but with the way his cock was hitting that perfect spot inside you, all you could do was shudder, mouth parting in helpless gasps.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought," he taunted, watching the way your body twitched under him, the way you clung to him like you needed him to keep you from falling apart.

His fingers slid back between your legs, finding your swollen, desperate clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. The sudden sensation sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, and you bit down hard on your own hand to keep from crying out.

"That close already?" he murmured, feeling the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your legs trembled around his waist. "Bet you love this, don’t you? Letting me fuck you like this when anyone could walk in."

You tried to protest, but all that came out was a broken moan, breathless and wrecked.

Kuroo chuckled, breath hot against your cheek. "No snarky comeback? No sarcasm? Baby, you’re too far gone to even argue, huh?"

His words only pushed you further, the tension inside you winding impossibly tight. His thrusts grew sharper, his fingers working you relentlessly until you finally shattered, your entire body convulsing as pleasure crashed over you.

Your orgasm triggered his, his rhythm stuttering as he groaned low against your skin, spilling deep inside you.

For a long moment, the only sound in the bathroom was your combined heavy breathing, the weight of what just happened settling between you.

Then, Kuroo smirked, pressing one last slow kiss to your jaw. "See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

You barely had the strength to lift your head, your breath still coming in heavy, uneven pants. Swallowing hard, you managed to rasp, "Never again."

Kuroo only chuckled, brushing his lips against your temple before pulling back. "Come on, there's cake."

You groaned, still trying to reassemble your thoughts, your body tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. With shaky hands, you reached down, pulling up your panties—now soaked with his release—and quickly adjusted your dress, trying to look at least somewhat composed before stepping back out into the party.

Kuroo, the smug bastard, was already fixing his shirt, completely unbothered, his smirk not fading for even a second as he reached for the door handle. "Think Grandma will notice how wrecked you look?"

You swatted at him, glaring. "Shut up, Tetsurō."

But as you stepped out, legs still wobbly, Kuroo just shot you a knowing grin. "Too late. You already look guilty."

Favourite Positions: Kuroo

Of all the ways Kuroo liked to fuck you, reverse cowgirl had to be his favorite.

Not just because of the way your body looked—though, fuck, he could watch you like this forever. The curve of your spine, the dip of your waist, the way your ass bounced each time you dropped down onto his cock. It was hypnotic, the way you moved, rolling your hips slow and deliberate at first, teasing yourself as much as him.

No, what really did it for him was the control. Or, more accurately, the moment you lost it.

"You always start off so cocky," Kuroo mused, voice dark with amusement. His fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs, stroking, teasing. "Think you’re in charge just ‘cause you’re on top, huh?"

You shot him a look over your shoulder, lips parted, eyes hazy with pleasure. A challenge.

His smirk sharpened.

"Alright, baby, let’s see how long that lasts."

Before you could brace yourself, Kuroo’s hands slid up, gripping your waist, and slammed you down onto his cock. The sudden force had you gasping, your balance breaking as pleasure shot through you like lightning. His grip tightened, holding you still, making you take him deep, making you feel him.

"You good?" he asked, voice low, teasing.

You nodded, already breathless. Already wrecked.

Kuroo chuckled, slow and satisfied. And then he started thrusting up into you.

Hard.

Your hands scrambled for support, nails digging into his knees, a choked cry falling from your lips as he fucked up into you with purpose. There was no rhythm to it, just rough, fast, needy. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, your moans turning high-pitched and desperate.

"Yeah, that’s it," he groaned, eyes locked onto the way you shuddered. "Not so cocky now, huh? Feels too fucking good, doesn’t it?"

You tried to say something—tried to hold onto whatever control you thought you had—but all that came out was a whimper, a broken moan of his name.

Kuroo grinned, loving every second of it. Loving the way you completely fell apart for him.

And when he reached between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles—

You shattered.

Your whole body tensed, a cry ripping from your throat as you clenched down around him, dragging him right over the edge with you. He groaned, deep and guttural, burying himself inside you, grinding up as he came.

For a moment, all that was left was heavy breathing, the rise and fall of your bodies pressed together, the warmth between you both.

Then, Kuroo let out a breathless chuckle, trailing lazy fingers up your spine before giving your ass a playful slap.

"See? Told you I’d win."

"Shut up."

Kuroo x fem reader (for the upcoming parts reader x oikawa)

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE : this chapter is to let you all know how kuroo and y/n's relationship was. They were absolutely one of the couple in university everyone envied as well as loved because they seemed like they just came out of a superhit rom-com movie. #people'sfavoriteduo. Also read chapter one first to get to know the story better.

Part 1 : meeting you again ¦ Part 2 : wouldn't you? ¦ Part 3 : broken promises

“No don't come any closer to me” kuroo stopped you, putting a hand too close to your face. He was trying to cover the wardrobe to not let you take out your clothes. muscles gripping on the corner of the wooden piece which was shorter than him, God they were flexing in the process and you would have simped over them if it weren't for this situation.

“and what is the reason? ” You sighed for the ninth time that evening, placing your hands over your hips while the matching pajama you bought together with kuroo hung loose over your body.

“my heart is made up of gallium it melts when you are close to me” the said rooster grinned at his own pick up line, kind of proud of himself that he made one on spot. He is gonna brag about it to shoku later in his math class. Poor boy was tired of hearing the chemistry pick up lines being practiced on him.

You massaged your temple. You really loved kuroo and his dorky stupid smile along with his cheesy pickup lines but Jesus Christ he atleast used twenty nine of cheesy remarks related to chemistry along with the kisses to not let you pack in peace. “if you don't want to get your cock blocked for a month move from there” you threatened, feeling certain he will let you be in peace.

“m' fine with it ” his grinned stretched bigger on his face “might as well win no nut November this year” now he was smirking with a smug look on his face.

Kuroo was like the mixture of Godzilla and thirteen years old in a twenty two year old man's body. Too stubborn and built like a beast which scares you sometimes a bit too much. No not the part where his body is built like Godzilla due to years of playing volleyball, it doesn't scares you even a bit and if you are being honest seeing him all jacked up makes you weak in the knees

but when his personality is like a thirteen year old, a little to stubborn and a little too troublesome that he can go to the extent of stealing someone's cat, yeah that scares you a bit.

“tetsurou I swear to god” you smacked his arms, frowning as you glared at him. Now you are going to get pussy blocked for a month due to him, geez. “just let me take out my clothes in peace” you walked forward towards the gap between him and the desk, tugging at his shorts a little but he just looked at you with a amusing glint in his eyes and a smirk on his fucking stupid handsome face.

“but I just came back” the rooster head whined this time, as you try to shove him away with your weak arms. “yes but you can live in a apartment alone for a few days by yourself” you spat back moving him from his place a little, the squeeze on his ass did help you to distract him. “hey that's foul play oww—” he shrieked as a cold metal spanked his butt, where the fuck did you get that pan.

“everything is fair in love and war” now you are the one with a smug look, finally shoving him away from his place, he was wincing and rubbing his ass with his hands, his face contouring a defeated look. You just gave him a small smile that he loved to see before opening your wardrobe after 30 minutes of trying, since a certain huge anaconda decided to guard it. Oh and the favorite pan of kuroo's whose handle you successfully bended and hid behind your desk did come in handy after all.

He was frowning now, thinking about how to make you stay with him until his gaze stopped on your phone. “hey I will text Emily and tell her you are sick” he snatched your phone from the charging point before swaying it on your face. “NO!” you yelled back, pouncing on him as he stretched his hand higher, enough to make you jump to grab it.

“why not babe— I missed you so much on the trip and now you have to leave the same day I get back just— Just to look after the house of your stupid friend ” he sounded annoyed as he huffed and pulled you into a hug. Kuroo was surely a big baby. But he was your big baby as much as you try to push him away he always comes back like you are his magnet and he will always move towards you.

“well you clearly didn't look like you were missing me in the selfies with kizumi” you pouted, your hands wrapping around his back as he nuzzled your face into his chest. You missed him too, you were jealous even. He was gone for two weeks but you have to leave, you have to even if that means you have to lie bout your friend traveling to states.

Because you weren't dumb, you could see all the symptoms— it wasn't as complex as rocket science that you couldn't understand the morning sickness, the mood swings, your period being late. It was not like you didn't want him to know about this, but if you knew a thing or two about kuroo, you were certain he didn't want kids any at the moment especially when he thought the kids are spawn of devils and you were both still broke kids in college.

Even you didn't know totally if your assumption was true and you certainly still weren't sure about this too. So you needed time, to convince yourself first- then convince him. Because you knew you couldn't do this alone, not while the love of your life wasn't by your side atleast.

“is this about you being jealous of her?” he pushed you a little, to see your face better, your eyes better, he could read your eyes like a chemistry book. You looked exhausted, tired but still to him you looked like the most prettiest girl to him. You always did and certainly always will. Wouldn't you?

You didn't say anything, even if you wanted to shake your head and say 'as if', you didn't because you felt insecure by the way they both talked about things they loved so passionately. You weren't like kuroo, not into the things he loves that much, you just supported him always, back when he was still in high school and and till now' till now when you both are trying to adapt to the adult life.

You always supported him but when Kizumi came into frame. Things started to change even if the dork was head over heels for you. He and Kizumi would talk for hours being in the same major, you had to share his free time with her. Her who was also a volleyball lover since she played in high school and co-incedently her loving chemistry as much as he did. They were like soul mates. So often it did make you wonder, if you were the right one who should be with him? were you the second female lead in the story who was holding back the main leads to complete their love story. his feeble voice interrupted your thoughts.

“y/n” he cupped your face, leaning down to meet your gaze, his pair of golden eyes looking softer than ever, filled with love and tenderness. “you know I love you and only you right” he said, flipping you against him, pulling you more closer to him, as he pecked the shell of your ears. “as long as you are by my side no one- no one can ever be compared to you” he assured you peppering kisses down your jaw, taking in your sweet scent.

“and if I am not by your side” you questioned back closing your eyes, feeling the soft lips on your skin falter for a moment. “no matter what” he breathed out, sucking on the spot he knew you loved as a small mewl escaped from your mouth. “you will always be by my side” wouldn't you?

Three am at the clock, two naked bodies under a thin bed sheet seeking for more warmth as they clinged into each other. “tetsurou” you mumbled against his chest, a small hum followed as you felt his heartbeat softly by the pressed ear against him.

“what do you think about having kids” a silence, you were meet with silence hanging in the room. Maybe you shouldn't have been so forward with this. You shifted a little away from him to look at his face but he was just staring past you. “I asked you something” you whispered, anxiety feeling your skin due to the lack of response.

“I don't want them” he answered straightforwardly, using his thumb to draw circles on your back. You furrowed your brows, your heart dropping to the stomach. “not now atleast” he continued.

“honestly I never wanted kids, kind of a burden if you think thoroughly and not only for the parents but also for the kids” he said, not meeting your eyes as a little hurt lashed over his orbs. The room was dark and only the breathing of the both of you in the small apartment could be heard. “what if they have the same fate as you or me” he murmured “also they kind of slow us down too, from achieving our dreams I don't think I will ever want kids”

“you think we will divorce each other?” you asked, now moving totally away from him, as you raised your head to meet his eyes, removing his hand from your back “you think we will neglect our kid?” you sounded irritated, maybe it was due to your hormones but the room felt suffocating all of a sudden. He did not just compare you both to his parents or your parents. You were nothing like them and will never be.

“why are you getting all worked up” kuroo shifted, he lifted his head, hands pressing against the mattress to support himself. “no— just just forget about it” you muttered out, shifting to the other side as your back faced kuroo.

“what? now you are not even looking at me just cause of a stupid conversations” his gruffy tired voice asked, his hands moving to grab you closer to his body. The room was cold he wanted your warmth but you slapped his hand away.

“God y/n you are so overdramatic and annoying at times” he muttered in annoyance, getting back on his side as his hand massaged his temples. He instantly regretted when you replied a small sorry as your voice cracked.

“m' sorry love” he sighed pulling your back closer to his body. He didn't say anything as you didn't react negatively to his touch. He will make you a apology breakfast tomorrow and pamper you with kisses, while muttering I love you's and sorry's against your skin as he always does when he feels guilty so you will forgive him like you do everytime. wouldn't you?

A/n : was actually planning to drop a chapter where y/n met oikawa after the whole thing with kuroo but since I wanted to make a special chapter for the precious boi due to his birthday here we go. Happy belated birthday kuroo!!! I wasn't actually planning to make this a series neither tag list but since you all liked it here you go mamas. Okay byee.

Tagging people who asked me to _(:з」∠)_ : @fushigum @amarinthe @glxar