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depravitycentral · 1 year
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I AM THINKING SO MANY THOUGHTS RN WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD MAKE YOU COCKWARM THEM WHILE YOU STUDY/DO HOMEWORK
He says it helps you focus, but you have your doubts.
It stimulates your brain, he says, and yet the only thing you can focus on is the way his fingertips dig into your sides, pressing against your soft skin just a bit too tightly. He’s holding you in place, but there’s something about the way he’s touching you that makes you think he’s trying to keep you from moving less because you want to, and more because he needs you to stay.
And with the way his breath hitches ever so slightly as you shift in his lap, you’re starting to think you’re right.
His breath is hot against your neck, words airily whispered and growled against your skin as you stare down at the papers sprawled across the desk before you. The black ink is hard to read, but then again everything is hard when he’s got you practically impaled on him, his girth stretching you out and making you squirm.
It’s all so unbearably warm – the swirling in your lower stomach, his breath, the way warm precum slowly oozes out of him and into you with each accidental clench around him. (The latter is accompanied by a small groan as well as the tiniest, oh so jerky buck of his hips upwards, trying to get deeper inside you, to fill you up more and more.)
He says it helps you to get your work done when he’s got you warming his cock, because it serves as motivation to work faster, harder, more efficiently – ironically, it seems to be doing just the opposite. Every thought is taken up by him him him, with the way he’s clutching onto you, his thighs occasionally twitching, his Adam’s Apple bobbing against your head as he shakily swallows.
C’mon, he tells you, his voice seemingly calm, though you can hear the slightest undertone of something hidden in his words. You know this – Professor went over it last week.
You gulp, willing yourself to ignore the way his hand slowly wanders upwards, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of your sides.
I don’t remember… You mutter, biting your lip as his hand slows to a stop, right underneath your breast.
It’s silent for a moment, before he sighs softly, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Think hard – how much energy is used in this bond…
He’s talking, you know, but you can’t focus – not with the way he shifts you in his lap, trying to get a better view of the paper. You yelp slightly, the sudden bout of pleasure not going unnoticed by him.
His cock twitches inside you.
Now, we calculate… He whispers, and suddenly his hand is moving again, sliding up up up, over your breast and squeezing, your lower lip sitting between your teeth. A slender finger moves to lightly toy at your nipple through the thin material of your tshirt. He audibly gulps behind you.
Just like that, that’s it. He encourages, watching as you drag the pencil across the paper, your movements sluggish and weak. It makes him feel good, watching the way you struggle – all because of him.
Almost done, finish baby. Please, please finish. He tells you, and you’re finally able to put your finger on the underlying tone in his voice – desperation.
You can’t help the way your pussy clamps down, making his hips snap upwards, a small shudder racking his body. You can feel the muscles underneath the tshirt he wears tense, moving his body to press flush against your back. Fuck. He grips your tit particularly hard, harshly hissing between his teeth at the pressure of your velvety walls around him.
The air in the room is thick with desire, his fingers impatiently pressing at you, his thighs flexing with the strain of controlling himself. It’d be so, so easy to pin you down to the desk – your pants are already off, your pretty hole sucking him in like you need him, and with how wet you are around him, he’s sure you want this just as badly as he does.
He licks his lips, watching as you scribble the last few numbers – 3, 2, 1…
You finish with a sigh, letting the pencil clatter to the ground, and suddenly your whole world is turning upside down as he groans and grasps your waist once more, spinning you around so that you’re facing him, a leg on either side of his body. You steady yourself with two hands on his chest but it’s too late – he’s bouncing you up and down before you have a chance to even breathe.
F-fuck baby, so smart! He moans, his head lolling back slightly, eyes shut tightly. His lips part, uneven breaths spilling past them as he moves you up and down, faster and faster and faster, his own hips driving upwards to meet you.
He’s fucking you so deep, his tip rubbing right against the spot that has you seeing stars. You can’t even try to hold back the whines that bubble in your throat, but he doesn’t care. He wants to hear you, and as encouragement, a hand moves down to slap at your ass.
‘m so – so damn proud, my smart baby, fuck fuck fuck – He’s blabbering, incoherent as he struggles to hold off his orgasm. The pleasure is mounting and mounting, but he’ll be damned if he comes before you. You were so good, working so hard and diligently, and you kept him all nice and warm and wet and fuck how are you still so goddamn tight –
He’s gripping you even tighter than before, your poor tits bouncing in every direction as he uses you like his personal sex toy. It’s carnal, the way his hips snap into yours, balls clapping against your ass over and over. He lets out a particularly loud gasp, head falling forward and letting his teeth lightly sink into your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as his abs contract and tighten and ache –
Come for me come for me come for me, he begs, his voice thin and uneven, the desperation clouding his every thought. Fingers clumsily find their way to your clit, rubbing in circles that make you gasp and shudder.
Soon it’s all too much, your orgasm hitting and fuck, the way your walls flutter and massage his length makes him lose his fucking mind, the pleasure so intense. He’s nearly sobbing as he cries out your name, clutching you against his chest and moving to wrap his arms around you. He’s fully fucking into you now, his hips snapping up into yours hard enough to leave you physically bouncing, and the choked, gasping sounds falling past his lips as he comes leave your head spinning.
There’s just so much of it – runny and off-white, spilling down around his cock and running down your thighs, dripping down onto his balls and he shudders and heaves, still fucking up into you like you’re some kind of personal drug. It’s euphoric; he doesn’t want the moment to end, feeling you in his arms, clinging onto him and murmuring his name. It’s perfection, but all too soon your wet, spongy walls are too much for him, the oversensitivity leaving his brain scrambled.
He slows to a stop, chest heaving as he keeps you tucked against his chest, sweat formed at his temples as he murmurs your name. Over and over, like it’s some sort of prayer – and to him, maybe it is.
Your homework, complete and neatly filled out, lays forgotten as he hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck. Declarations of love slip past his lips, slurred and so grandiose it almost scares you. You’re just classmates, both attending the same university – nothing close to actual lovers, and certainly not in love. He’s just a classmate who offered to help tutor you. And yet, as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly, pulls out of you some twenty minutes later, you can’t find it in yourself to care.
He does help you keep up your grades in the class, and you really can’t fail this chemistry class, can you? It’s worth it to sit through the sappy, somewhat deranged confessions of how he wants to keep you with him forever and ever.
After all, he’s not serious, right?
Kei Tsukishima, Satori Tendou, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Morisuke Yaku, Takahiro Hanamaki, Aran Ojiro
(Honorary mention to those who have you cockwarm them so they can focus – you’re sat in their lap, with your head resting in the crook of his neck. One hand sits comfortably on your ass, the other scribbling across the paper or highlighting the textbook. His lips are wet from licking them, his heart rate so damn high as he tries to ignore the way your pretty body feels against his, your pussy all warm and wet and snug against the sensitive skin of his cock. He twitches, shudders, his whole body desperate to just move, to fuck that pretty cunt of yours that all spread out on him.
It's an accountability thing, more than anything – with each problem he finishes, he allows himself three good, solid thrusts into you. It’s a slow, methodical fucking, one that makes him all the more needy for you. He likes the delayed gratification of it all – the way he has to physically pause and count to ten before he starts his work again, trying to focus on literally anything but the way you sound moaning his name, how your nails feel against his back, how your thighs clench around his abdomen. He tries to focus on anything but the way he wants to stuff you so full of his cock that you’re crying, blabbering and dependent on him to even think.
And once he finishes his work? Oh – it’s over for you, and your poor, perfect little cunt.
He’ll destroy you.
Tetsurou Kuroo, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tsutomu Goshiki, Yuji Terushima, Atsumu Miya)
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hellomayu · 2 months
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finders keepers
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chaoticevilorange · 2 years
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First of all, i do love your blog and may I request haikyuu boys when someone is trying to flirting with their s/o
Haikyuu x reader
Unwelcome advances
Soon as he saw someone striking a conversation with you his interest spiked, but soon as he saw this person making advances he....
Would be the kind of boyfriend who calmly walks towards you both and introduces himself as your "long time loving boyfriend" when he had already made clear he was YOUR boyfriend he would start to talking to your new unwanted friend
Matsukawa, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Atsumu, Koganegawa, Terushima
He would get closer to you like a sneaky snake, wrap his arms around your middle and pull you close towards his chest kissing your cheek "hey, how is my favourite person in the world doing?" He would be sickenly sweet the whole time, the guy didn't had a chance
Oikawa, Hanamaki, Sugawara, Semi, Yaku, Kuroo, Satori, Bokuto, Futakuchi
Sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve you, you're so welcoming, friendly and nice, but he can't help but feel a little jealous when he sees someone flirting with the person he loves, he gets a little possessive, will definitely take your hand and walk away with you without a word
Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Ushijima, Kenma, Akaashi
He knows you can handle yourself pretty well, however he WILL step on this person line of vision glaring from afar, he trusts you not the person who's flirting... If your bf thinks is enough he will walk towards you, make an excuse and drive you home to cuddle with you, he needs it
Kyotani, Kageyama, Asahi, Lev, Suna, Osamu, Aone
This guy is a wildcard, will depend on your body language, if you look uncomfortable, look on his way with pleading eyes asking for a silent rescue, or even if you wave at him, his by your side on a blink, but if you don't show any sign of discomfort he will mind his own business, he trust you
Daichi, Goshiki, Yamamoto, Aran, Kita, Sakusa
Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖
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delirious-donna · 2 months
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I would like to hear your thirstiest thoughts of one Kuroo tetsuro
Kuroo… oh my dear beloved Kuroo. He’s so lovely isn’t he?
Hm, thirsty thoughts. Well… I happen to think he likes pet play. He’s too feline not to be into it. Would love to buy you a personalised collar with his name on the silver tag that dangles at your throat. Fluffy ears and a pretty silver plated butt plug with a long plush tail. He knows never to pull a cat’s tail but he can’t help it when you meow and mewl so pretty when he does. Kuroo definitely adores a lapcat so he wants you to be good and purr for him while he pets your perfect plump pussy.
Another thought is that he is down for sharing, but only with the right people. Of course, it’d only be if you were willing to, but if he saw that you displayed the slightest interest in any of his friends then he might have a discreet word with the person in question. Kuroo is not jealous by nature so sharing is part of the fun but he will make it clear that your cunt is his to take first. 🤭
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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months
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Could I request Kuroo, Bokuto and Daichi with an s/o who's a famous textile worker?
Tetsuro Kuroo, Kotaro Bokuto, Daichi + fashion designer s/o
Kuroo
It’s certainly very handy.
His job with the Volleyball Association, and commissions he gets as a sports promoter, pays well. But not enough to afford some of the nice suits his colleagues wear since he’s just starting out. He doesn’t express it a lot but he’s very vain about his appearance.
Luckily s/o can make them for him, or pull something from back stock for him to wear, free of charge. Which is his favorite price tag.
When asked, he always makes sure to tell them who made it and how he got it (minus the free part) as a way to praise s/o for their skills in fashion.
Bokuto
The concept of how famous they are is lost on him, but he does think it’s cool that they can make something he can wear.
They met on a photoshoot for the Japan National Team. He was obviously with the team and future-s/o was the one that designed their outfits. He admired their beauty and attention to detail; since he has the attention span of an ADD squirrel.
Gets very excited for everything new thing they make him. Which is a lot, because there are a lot of social and charitable appearances he has to do as part of a pro team.
However, he instantly goes into emo!Bokuto mode when he scruffs, tears, or gets anything on the outfits they make him.
Daichi
Another fashion idiot, but he appreciates the gesture.
Usually Daichi is a sweatshirt and t-shirts kind of guy. Fancy stuff, like the ones his s/o is famous for making, are just wasted on him.
He tells them not to bother, since he has nowhere to wear them with his job or social circle usually, but they never listen as they want to give him something.
The only time he has somewhere to wear them is one of s/o’s fashion shows. Which he does because he doesn’t want to embarrass them. He cleans up real good though.
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seijorhi · 20 days
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uhm hi this is definitely not fairy can I please hear your thoughts on women specifically atsuko and shin as women for no particular reason? thank you (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ)
wow not fairy, it's like you're inside my head and/or on discord where fairy and i have been discussing this hghfjdkfjghjfkd but since you asked <33
in a sentence, those girls are gonna ruin your life.
the two of them have been dating a while. shin, funny and charming, captain of her volleyball team. atsuko, her very tall, very pretty trophy girlfriend.
it doesn't necessarily matter how you cross paths – at one of shin's games, at a mutual friend's party, a meet cute of sorts at a cafe, they're enamoured by you. it's so hard to find good, genuine female friendships these days, of course they wanna see you again!
shin gently bullies you into coming to one of her games with atsu, and when she wins, she wastes absolutely no time in declaring you her personal good luck charm. so, naturally, you have to come to her games to support her, how else is she supposed to win without her good luck charm cheering for her? won't you give her a good luck kiss? aw c'mon, don't make her beg now.
ofc atsuko's proud of her girlfriend and incredibly supportive of her career it's just... well, it's hard sometimes with shin's schedule. she travels a lot, trains a lot and atsu's left to her own devices. you can over and keep her company, right? for a few hours? they have a pool, you two can just laze around in bikinis, swim a bit, it'll be fun! and oh, she was going to do some shopping later too, why don't you come with her? actually, can you come into the change room for a sec, she needs some help getting the zipper undone.
and then when shin is free, she wants to spend time with you too. it's not fair to let her girlfriend monopolise all your time, right?
really, you spend so much time over at their place, why don't you just... move in? there's a spare bedroom since they obviously share, and because they like you so much, they'll offer you an excellent deal!
it's almost impressive how quickly your social circle shrinks until it feels like it revolves entirely around them. but those other girls weren't really your friends, so it's no great loss. if you're sad about it, why don't you let them cheer you up? there's alcohol in the fridge, neither one of them have any plans for the next day...
and yeah, maybe the lines have always been a little blurry with the two of them. they've always been affectionate. shin flirts when she's drunk and atsuko tends to get a little handsy when she cuddles. kisses between friends aren't that weird, right? especially when those friends are dating each other. happily.
you've seen them walking around half naked on more than one occasion, nudity's not a big thing around the house (they've assured you), they're still adjusting to having someone else living there – but you're pretty sure that waking up between them without a scrap of clothing to be found anywhere is pushing that boundary just a little too far.
especially when you don't actually remember what you did with them, or much of anything after the first glass.
but any protests are smothered by indulgent, greedy tongues, and you're pulled back down to bed before you can slip away. they already told you, they don't have anywhere to be today, so just be a good girl and let shin eat out your pretty pussy, hm? then maybe you can lick atsu's.
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kurooscopy · 2 months
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one more night of work and then it is the weekend *eye twitches*
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krisdreaming · 9 months
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all i can think about for soft hours is tetsu and the beach :’
My most effusive apologies that this is so so ridiculously late ><
Omg please sign me up!! I wanna go to the beach so bad, it's been forever, but ANYWAY,
Going to the beach with Tetsu is so fun :') He'll be down to do whatever you want, whether that's going in the water or just sitting on a towel soaking up the sun & reading a book. He'll probably eventually convince you to build a sand castle with him and he gets so into it, like too into it, Tetsu this isn't civil engineering please-
But at the end of the day when the sun is setting you'd better believe he's dragging you down to the water so you can walk along the shore with the waves lapping over your toes, and he grabs your hand & laces his fingers with yours, and when he looks over at you he's just a little bit awestruck bc the setting sun is playing across your face and you just look so warm and content and happy he wants to take a moment to soak this in so he can remember it forever. He pulls you in and kisses you like he means it bc sometimes, he actually can be romantic. (5 minutes later he leans down and scoops up water to splash you and it's all over for him)
((Soft hours are closed))
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plooto · 10 months
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to give your brain a break from the kyotani fic :
grunge tsukishima x pastel reader where he didn't want anything to do with her at first but then he falls hard and he doesn't know when and the only thing he wants is for her to be his girlfriend foreverr
or, or !
kuroo x reader where they're exclusive but no one knows and then he gets v jealous of someone hitting on reader and wants to tell everyone that she's his
omggggg like the k drama nevertheless ????????,? omgggggg why is another mini series coming up in my head 🥹 . what do you guys prefer more ??
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ari!! it’s been way too long since i last dropped by!! i’ve missed you!! how are you?? 
now that spring’s here, i’m lugging in a GIANT basket of flowers of all kinds for you 💐🌷🪻🌹🌻🌸🌺!! + a curious sel question!!! — what’s your favourite thing to do during spring? what do you think bokuto's is? (or whoever is your hq fave!! tho i think i remember bokuto!) 🥺 
SELLLLLLL HI THERE MY ANGEL <33333 pls never worry abt when u drop by hehe, i’m always happy to chat w u whenever!!!! :33 BUT I MISSED U TOOO and ofc i missed ur lovely sel questions …..
i’m putting allll the flowers in pretty vases and sending u a giant heap right back 🌸🌸💐💐🌷🌷🌹🌹🌻🌻🌼🌼 anddd some fruit 🍊🍓🍎🍐 !!
as for the question !!!!! hm hm HMM i honestly think i just loveee going on walks…. nothing beats spring walks imo (autumn walks r a close second tho >:3) it’s just so lovely to stroll around a bright green park…. grab a milkshake from any cute stores i pass…… and seeing the flowers and the bees and everything is always so lovely hhh i can’t wait for everything to bloom :’3
AND AS FOR HQ … bokuto is a cutie but not one of my faves sadly 😞😞 MAYBE ONE DAY THO i’m a big fan of suncoded men so there’s a big chance honestly….. BUT for this question i’m just gonna go w nishinoya bc he feels like a very springcoded boy compared to my other faves !!
i think . :3 he ALSO loves spring walks…… loves to run around like a neglected golden retriever and explore cute little nearby towns <33 would love to pet any dogs he meets and maybe feed a couple duckies <333 i just feel like he LOVES the warmer seasons and gets sm extra energy that he needs to release….. he rlly is like a little puppy i love him sm :((( ANDDD i know he loves ice pops so i think he would just be FEASTING on those and i would be right there w him . we would have a popsicle eating competition and both end up w stomach aches <33 yeah. just fun little spring things!!
but with that being said... as protocol (and my curiosity) demands ….. what abt u sel 🎤🎤🎤 u very much strike me as a spring girlie so i need to know allll ur favorite activities <3 anddd for the hq guys … what spring activities do iwa and oikawa like ?? what would u all do together ??? :3
sel i am sending u all my sunniest vibes ☀️☀️☀️🍊🍊🍊🌻🌻🌻 i hope it’s starting to get a lil warmer and brighter where u are !! ty for checking in as always <333 and have a cute lil picture of ur boys as a treat… look how cute they are aaaa 🥺🥺
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complexgods · 2 years
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Hello, I hope you are well. I'm glad you're getting requests again. I had the top street racer Kuroo scenario, who fucks you on the hood of his car after a big win, drawing every possible orgasm out of you and taking photos, maybe videos too (with consent) of you fucking with him. Sorry if have a mistake, english is not my first lenguaje
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Hi!! I'm doing pretty good, thanks! I hope you are well too! <3 And aaskjdch this has been on my mind ever since you sent it!!! I hope you like this! I completely forgot to add the video/photo taking into this, I hope that's ok, sorry!
MINORS, FEM IDENTIFYING PEOPLE AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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Warnings: Kuroo x transmasc!reader, outdoor sex, street racer!Kuroo, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is on T and has had top surgery, oral (reader receiving), the word "cunt," is used so just a warning!
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Kuroo still felt the buzz from his win as you ran up to him, jumping into his arms for a hug when you finally managed to push through the crowd. He hugged you back tightly, chuckling against your neck as he felt completely overwhelmed in the best way. It wasn't the first time he won a street race, and it probably wouldn't be the last, but he still felt so giddy and happy having his perfect boyfriend holding him, kissing his jaw and cheeks. It was the first time you witnessed him during a race, and needless to say, you were very impressed.
Once the crowd thinned a bit, he shook his opponent's hand, who looked pissed off more than anything, but reluctantly shook Kuroo's hand back. With a cocky smirk, he turned back to you, pulling you in for a sensual kiss. He knew it was probably obscene, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when you were so hot, and your lips were so kissable, and he was full of adrenaline from winning.
"You wanna get out of here?" He whispered against your lips, and once you nodded against him, he opened the car door for you, letting you into the passenger's seat.
"Where are we going?" You asked once he drove off, and Kuroo just dropped a hand to your thigh, squeezing a little bit before one-handedly continuing to drive.
"I had an idea." That was all he revealed, driving up the hills and out of the city bit by bit.
You let him take you wherever he saw fit, letting the wind rush against your face and run through your hair as you stuck your head out the window. Kuroo let the music blast as you closed your eyes, feeling so free as he sped up. No matter how fast he drove, you always felt safe around him. Finally, Kuroo turned down the music as he slowed down the car, arriving at your destination.
"Where are we?" You asked. You couldn't see where you were because everything was dark, except for the car lights, which Kuroo promptly switched off.
"Do you trust me?" He asked back, his voice more serious now.
"Of course."
He opened the door, stepping out of the car and motioning for you to do the same. You followed suit, letting the cool summer air hit your face as Kuroo quickly found your hand, leading you to the car's hood.
"Look." He slightly tilted your head up as he took your hand, squeezing it a bit.
You were met with the most gorgeous starry sky you've ever seen as you looked up. Billions of little specks in the night sky were glistening, and the moon was illuminating the entire scenery just enough for you to see Kuroo, who was facing you rather than the night sky above you.
"It's beautiful," you said, blushing ever so slightly from the intensity of Kuroo's stare.
"It is," he took a deep breath, looking up at the sky for a second, thinking.
"I come here after every race, no matter if I win or lose. It's special to me, somehow. Can't even remember how I found it, to be honest." He said, closing his eyes as he seemed to bask in the moonlight. He looked like he was made to be here, kissed by the moon.
"You're beautiful," you said, reaching out to caress his cheek.
Kuroo's usual lopsided smile resurfaced at the remark, turning to you with a mischievous glint in his eye, slowly leaning closer. He stopped impossibly close to you, almost brushing his lips against yours.
"You're not so bad yourself." He whispered, teasing you for another moment before you lost your patience. You closed the gap in between the two of you, softly pressing your lips against his.
It wasn't long before Kuroo deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip. You let Kuroo take the lead, deepening the kiss as he started laying you down on the car's hood, slotting himself between your open legs. His muscly thighs brushed up deliciously against your aroused t-dick, and you quietly moaned into Kuroo's mouth, which he greedily soaked up. Once you broke the kiss, you were both panting, grinning at each other as Kuroo silently asked you to go further. It wasn't as if you were grinding against his leg before, but you still appreciated the silent question as you nodded. Kuroo grinned before hastily kissing your lips, then your jaw, your neck, all the way down your body once you took off your shirt. He swiped his tongue along one of your nipples, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. You weren't all too sensitive there, but it still felt nice. Kuroo moved more downwards, leaving hickeys in his wake, gently sucking at all your sensitive spots before hovering above your clothed cunt, teasingly rubbing his nose against the damp fabric.
"Tetsuro, for fuck's sake, don't tease-" you whined, bucking your hips into him.
Your boyfriend grinned up at you, reaching over to unbuckle your pants, pulling them down swiftly, revealing your glistening cunt. It took everything in Kuroo's power not to devour you, so instead, he kneeled onto the dirt, kissing your thighs and gently biting the flesh there. He then licked a stripe up your exposed folds, moaning into you and relishing your taste. His nose bumped against your t-dick, and you sighed freely, leaning back against the car's hood as Kuroo did as he pleased. After a while, you felt two fingers pushing into you, and you were a goner. You came as he curled his fingers against your g-spot, groaning through gritted teeth. You were still in public, and even if it was in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, you still wanted to be respectful.
Kuroo helped you ride out your orgasm, only stopping once you were twitching from the overstimulation. Finally, he moved back up your body, lifting the fingers that were inside you to your lips, pressing them against your lips and urging you to suck on them, to which you happily complied. The familiar taste of your own arousal overwhelmed your mouth, and Kuroo groaned at the sight of your hazy eyes looking up at him, sucking your own wetness from his fingers.
"Fuck, baby, you're going to be the death of me," he mumbled, undoing his pants and taking out his hard, leaking cock from his pants with his free hand. He quickly spit on his hand, covering his cock with it before lining himself up with your entrance.
"You ready?" He asked, and you hummed encouragingly around his fingers as he pushed into you.
You both hissed at the feeling of him stretching you out, and once he was completely inside you, you could feel yourself clenching around him in anticipation, feeling so full.
"You're so tight, baby, shit." He all but whined, and you locked your legs around his waist, reaching out to grab his hand.
"Please just fuck me, Tetsu-"
You couldn't even finish your sentence before Kuroo was pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with both your whines and moans obscene. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning out loud, Kuroo hitting all the spots that made you see stars. A thumb came down and started rubbing at your swollen clit, making you almost scream out your boyfriend's name.
"Fuck, fuck Tetsuro, 'mgonna cum again-" you warned, feeling your core tighten.
Kuroo simply started kissing and biting your neck, his pace relentless as you tightened around him even more.
"Cum for me, baby. Tonight's all about us. Cum all you want, my pretty boy. Do it." He whispered in your ear, biting the lobe slightly.
That was all you needed as you came a second time, pulling Kuroo close to you. He didn't stop moving and didn't stop whispering filth into your ear.
"That's right, baby, you feel so good. Make me feel so good, hm? Gonna make me cum so hard-"
You were so fucked out you couldn't really respond, only nod and blink hazily at him as he fucked you, hard, chasing his own high. You couldn't even really moan from how roughly he thrust into you.
"Shiiit, I'm close-" his voice cracked with a moan at his words, and his hips were stuttering into you as you could feel his cock swell. "Wh-where?" He asked, ready to pull out. You pulled his hips flush against yours, not letting him go anywhere.
"In-inside please-" You begged, and Kuroo groaned, almost immediately releasing his seed in you.
He rode out his orgasm, fucking you until he was completely soft inside you. Both of you panted as you came down from your high, not moving from your spot on the car's hood. Kuroo collapsed on your chest, nuzzling against you as you looked up at the stars again. They were stunning. You kissed his temple, moving his hair plastered there from the sweat, smiling when he practically started purring into your touch.
"Congrats on your win, baby," you whispered, and Kuroo just hummed in response.
"My biggest win to this day is having you as a boyfriend," he mumbled, and you had to snort at how cheesy he could be.
In fact, you felt just as lucky to have Kuroo in your life. Even out here on the hood of his racecar, half-naked and wholly fucked out of your mind. Yeah, you were lucky you both found each other.
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chimielie · 2 years
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hello lia! sora here :) so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for a while, things were a little tough. not sure if by drabble requests you meant something like this, but i'm currently working on a longfic centered around kuroo (and someone else!) on ao3 and i wonder if you might write something for him if you're in the mood... maybe something with the line "why can't you see that i like you?" ofc no pressure, and hope you have a good week! take care!! + hopefully this staves off hinge LOL
object impermanence
word count: 1.2k
cw: mild angst with a happy ending, possibly a confusing timeline, reader is an art student
a/n: oh my GOD that’s so exciting eeee can’t wait to read it!!! tysm and i hope times get easier for u :(( sending my love. also sorry this is so late i could Not figure out a plot but i’m actually quite happy with what i spit out (it’s 2 am this opinion is liable to change with proper rest)
It’s in a café, a pretentious, dimly-lit place with oil paintings on the walls and a back stair with a balcony for smoking that things unravel. You’re careful, or you try to be, but—well. The heart wants what it wants, and yours is very willful.
Kuroo is shoved into the corner next to you, with the crushed-velvet pillows you were so afraid to spill coffee on. There had been three of you earlier, you and your art history TA and him, and since the café was a literal sardine box you had found yourself trying to balance minimizing body contact and acting like he had the plague. Your TA had had to leave in a rush, and you’d been secretly a little glad, especially when Kuroo didn’t request that you take her former seat across from him.
You remembered him the first time you met, folding himself into your tiny apartment and looking sheepish when you had looked away from the dingy window above the sink you’d been sketching and asked who he was and why he was in your house. It had turned out that he was your roommate’s boyfriend, had been for about two months, and were they ready yet?
They weren’t, so you invited him to sit on the other chair at the table and wait. You hadn’t expected him to talk to you. You hadn’t expected him to be nice.
When you blurted you have a really striking face, I’d love to draw it during a lull in the conversation where you’d had no other option than to focus on the arrangement of features some people (bad roommates) would call handsome, you hadn’t expected him to ask would you really?
You were a bad roommate, though they didn’t know it, because you hadn’t kept in touch with them after moving out but you called Kuroo at least an hour every day before bed.
And you were a bad friend—to Kuroo, not your ex-roommate, because you’re pretty sure you had loved him from the first moment he’d asked after the perspective of your little window sketch.
“Your hair,” he says, and has to twist his whole torso around to get a good look. He catches a piece of it in between his thumb and forefinger, twiddles it back and forth and peers at it like it’s a specimen in a lab. “You changed it.”
“Hardly,” you say. “I just got a trim.”
“It’s different this time,” he says. “Isn’t it?” You purse your lips and blow across the top of your super-fancy tiny coffee cup, a futile exercise since you already drank half of it.
“I went to someplace new, I guess,” you say, and he lets out a whoop that makes you laugh and forget the rest of your words.
“I knew it,” he’s so smug. “I always know.”
“Yeah,” you bat at him so he drops your hair and it springs back, you can feel it in your scalp. “Who even notices things like that?”
“Me? When it’s you.”
“Oh, stop it.” You think. “What am I allergic to?”
“Peach skins and nickel,” he says immediately. “And when you were little you broke out in hives when you ate a pomegranate but you liked it so much you kept eating it anyway and eventually the reaction went away.”
“Your memory is insane,” you sip your coffee, staring at the rapidly diminishing amount. You can’t afford another one, not on your budget as an art student. Ugh.
“No,” he reiterates. “Only when it’s you.”
It started (really started) after your roommate had broken up with him, when you’d come home in the early morning and found him sitting outside your door, brown eyes red-rimmed and holding a box of his things like it weighed a thousand pounds. Let me get you some water, you’d said, and I’d ask you to come in, but. Ah. Sorry. Do you want my breakfast bowl for tomorrow? You had tried to be kind, even though it was hard. You were tired and you didn’t know what had happened and you still had to live with his ex without them hating you.
A few months had passed—you were no vulture, and had no way to reach out anyway. He had bumped into you on vacation in Paris, grabbed you by the shoulders, and looked at you in a way he never had before. It made everyone else on the busy street disappear.
I wanted to talk to you again. Would that be okay? I still have the picture you made me, somewhere.
Your friendship ripened with the seasons.
“I believe you,” you laugh.
“You don’t!” He runs a hand through his hair, jokingly frustrated, you think. And devastatingly attractive. “You always—like—downplay your importance in my life. Like you think I forget about you when I can’t see you. But I think about you all the time.”
“Kuroo, don’t,” you say, but it’s a mistake, because you always address him formally. Your last defense against him finding out all the boundaries you want to cross. It’s a mile between you, and your hip is still touching his.
“Why not?” He spreads his arms, and knocks over your tiny coffee cup. The rest of it spills out over the table, not even enough to drip off, and neither of you notice. “Why can’t you see that I like you?”
“Because you don’t,” you choke, and you hate getting emotional like this, hate that you hate confrontation. “We’re good friends. I’m not gonna be a rebound.”
“You’re not,” he says. “You won’t be.”
“I believe you,” you say again.
“Stop that,” he groans, looks at you again like he did in the street in Paris. “If you don’t want me, that’s fine, I’m just so bad at not wanting you.”
Kuroo is awful, eyes gleaming in the lamplight and hair oil-black and dressed like he’s old money, like he’s trying to impress you.
“Of course I want you,” you say, hot and still not leaning away from him so you can breathe.
“Good,” he looks a little starstruck, and maybe that’s when you start to believe that he can look at you and tell the truth. “Good. I can draw you up a list, later, when you’re not so fucking close to me and so—”
He tilts your chin with his fingers and kisses you and it’s a word between the both of you, a whole language of touch. The overripe peach falls off its branch and bursts on the ground. The coffee soaks into the discarded cloth napkins.
“You make it hard for me to think,” he says when he pulls back, breathless. “But I can write you an essay, ten pages, twelve point font, with citations, of all the ways I love you to prove it. I swear it.”
“A picture is worth a thousand words,” you say, and take his hand when you kiss him again. And it’s not careful like some of your first kisses have been. And your heart sings.
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chaoticevilorange · 1 year
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I was watching a kdrama and then hq men came to my mind and PUM here’s my idea. You know those dramas where there’s a love triangle right? And there’s always a broken heart so, how would hq men react when they realize that they are the chosen one, them and fem reader have mutual feelings and would be happy forever
Sure thing! I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 kdramas 👏🏻
The one
You both have been pinning at each other for a good while now, so when he started to notice a few things about your interactions with him he took a leap of fate, the way you smile at him is brighter each day, he's happy now, because he can call you his beloved s/o, his ine and only
Asahi, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Yamamoto, Aran
He's on edge, he moves around you like he's stepping on egg shells, he's careful with you always, he doesn't want to do or say something to screw his chance with you, this leads to misunderstandings between you both, so when he confessed and you kissed him? He's over the moon
Kyotani, Tanaka, Kageyama, Goshiki, Akaashi
This guy is the drama itself, he is the main character of the drama honey, you're the secondary characters lol. Soooo if you happen to choose him, now you have your own personal bodyguard, he's not going to leave you alone until you shower him with 187372773 kisses no question allowed
Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto, Satori, Atsumu, Terushima
Somehow you both have been friends since forever, until for some reason you drifted apart, when you both reconnected you both started to develop feelings, but was someone else flirting with you at the time, your relationship can be categorised like angst/comedy/romance
Iwaizumi, Daichi, Nishinoya, Hinata, Lev, Ushijima, Kita, Sakusa
He's low key jealous, would be the kind of character who always takes one step further to court you, did someone give you flowers? There is a bouquet of 50 roses at your doorstep, did you say you were hungry? He cooks for you and feeds you, he makes sure he's the one for you
Sugawara, Tsukishima, Yaku, Semi, Osamu, Suna
Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖
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bokuroskitten · 2 years
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HI L!! I’m having some draken and kuroo brain rot rn after reading “riding his abs” with taiju and bokuto (separate tho)
Draken: he would help you through it. Like rolling ur hips. And when you ride him faster and faster, and when ur about to cum. He will pull out his cock and sink you on it and it made you cum so hard, you were squirting on his cock and whimpering and shaking so much and squeezing him that it made him cum inside you too.
Kuroo: he is a tease. Thats it. When ur about to cum he will lift u up denying ur orgasm for the nth time. You are already in tears because u wanna cum so bad. Kuroo told u to beg. So you did and you had the best orgasm of ur life, even made u squirt a little.
Okay thats it🫶🏻💦
Jeez nonnie when I tell you I cried when I read this this morning I— I was not prepared!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I’m like— I’m yea 😵‍💫🤤🫣 let’s get into it
I agree with both your takes honestly, both boys love getting you riled up, know just how obsessed you are with their abs and love to indulge you. They get you completely naked though, it makes you all the more flustered and wet when you’re out on display for them 🥺 Kenny grips your hips so tights, encourages you with praise all the way through as your nails paw at his pecks, your sweet cunt leaving a messy trail along his abs “cmon baby, lookin so pretty f’me. My needy baby, gunna come on me? Yea? Gunna come just from grinding on me—“ he refuses to let that orgasm go to waist, when you start twitching, hips stuttering he eases you onto his cock with no problems, dick standing up tall and at attention. You cry when he sinks you all the way down, the sudden stretch, the full feeling, the way his thumb put pressure on your clit. Yea you both cum, it’s messy and so, so good
Kuroo is a lil mean 😔 he can’t help it. He’s still fully clothed, his shirt just pulled up so you can ride against his skin. He’s snickering at your teary eyes, fingers pressing past your pouting lips to muffle your cries and pleas for more. He watches your cute little hole and how it flutters, slick dribbling from your folds and glistening his abs. As soon as your eyes start to flutter and your lips tighten around his fingers he squeezes your hips so tight, forcing you up on your hunches so you lose the friction. You tremble, cry, sob even and he silences you with condescending coos, leanin up to press soft and sweet kisses on your swollen lips. “You’re okay baby, okay my precious, don’t get so worked up, gunna let you cum this time, promise okay? You just look so pretty like this baby… yea, let’s keep going, atta girl move your hips just like that.” Yea.. you don’t cum for a few more rounds 😞
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seijorhi · 3 months
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rhi…. as a recently converted miya twins lover courtesy of means to an end, waking up to your drabble was an absolute treat to wake up to on my birthday today 😭 I kind of fucking adore the whole concept of them being such assholes and taking control and ownership of her entire life and being and fucking her roughly etc etc… but still expecting all those soft and intimate and “loving” moments normal couples would have all the same :)
ik you said previously that they would have a competition over who gets to be with you publicly — do you have a thought/preference on who she ended up with/marrying? also curious if you have thoughts on what each twin’s favorite position is w her (or what they like to do when it’s the three or them together. i’m lowkey so curious on what was going on in the photos they took that day-)
… sigh rhi when will i ever show that kuroo is my true love
(p.s. ik your bday is also coming up soon—happiest early birthday my love!) — 🐦
First of all happy birthday my love!!! You deserve nothing but the best and ily <33
And yea, the twins really are… something haha. It’s not necessarily that I have a preference one way or another, it’s more that I genuinely love the idea of either of them ‘winning’ that battle too much and refuse to choose. On the one hand, atsumu getting to drag her around on his arm in public, at events, have her sitting in the crowd wearing his jersey, with his ring on her finger is delicious.
But Osamu?? Knowing he gets to stick it to his brother, that tsumu might be the household name in volleyball, an Olympic gold medalist, but he’s the one whose ring is on her finger? And while tsumu’s traipsing across the country, he’s the one keeping their pretty girl company at home? Hot dhdhdjdksk
Either way, no matter who wins, the other's pissed off and seething with jealousy (this will not abate over time), and guess whose problem that's gonna be??
As for fave positions? Samu likes to hit it from the back, where he's got a prime view of your perfect, grabbable ass and can reach around to pinch and tug at your tits when he wants to. Atsumu on the other hand likes to make you fuck yourself on his cock, every so often helping you along, hands almost bruising as he grabs at your hips. There's something about watching your face contort, shutter in pleasure – whether you want it or not – that drives him wild. plus, he'd never admit it out loud, but he likes his kisses, filthy as they are, when you're fucking him.
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stxrmylxve · 1 year
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Yo
Can I ask for a professional volleyball player kuroo x rich ceo gf .like the midea finding out and chaos 🙂
it might because its late but midea?? anyways, this is a little long lol but i hope it serves!
Kurro slammed the ball onto the other side of the court, winning the last point his team needed to win the game. Cheers erupted throughout the gym as he grinned at bokuto and flexxed his arms, earning a scowl from the man that was perched next to akashi in the bleachers.
Kurro stayed in the gym for a little bit and talked to Lev and Yaku, opting to go to the locker room to freshin up so he wasn’t caked in sweat the rest of the day. After his shower, he rubbed the towel against his hair and checked the time on his phone; ‘17:04 pm’ (5:04).
“Shit, Kenma!” he yells, the smaller man emerging around the corner with his game in hand.
“Stop yelling Kurro, what?”
“Ken, what time did y/n say she wanted to meet me?”
“5:30.”
“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO REMIND ME YOU DAMN CAT!”
He rushed out of the gym after he grabbed his bag, running out of the school as fast as he could towards his house, hoping he still had enough time.
He got there at 5:19, shooting through the door and darting toward his room. He threw on his tailored shirt and pants, stumbling out the door at 5:27 trying to pull on his shoes and put on cologne st the same time. He decided not to run, he wouldn’t make it in time anyhow, so he took his time, making sure to text you explaining why he would be slightly late to your meeting place.
When he walked in the door, it was 5:41 and he was winded to say the least. He easily found you, accompanied by your father, which was the flashiest man he had ever seen, and his spouce, which was equally flashy will all of her jewelry on.
”I’m so sorry everyone, my practice ran late.” he says with an awkward smile as your father glanced at her with a dissatisfied look before offering a smile and his hand.
“Not too bad on time, young man, no worries. I’ve heard you’re a volleyball player, yes?” your mother questions, turning all attention to Kurro.
“Uh, well yes. I’m sure that’s not the most interesting thing, but I’ve played with Nekoma for years now and-”
“Ahhh, nekoma. That’s a pretty famous team and the talk of the town, I’m sure it puts a lot of pressure on you.” your father interupts, sipping from his cocktail next to his plate.
“Well, no, sir. Volleyball has been my passion since I was little, so this career isn’t as hard as others perceive it to be. It’s all about up here.” he explains, pointing to his temple with a few taps with a smile.
“Sure sure, I get it. Most jobs tend to be like that if you’re like me as well.” your father says, offering a gentle and genuine smile this time. You had a feeling they were going to get along perfectly.
Kurro nods and looks around, taking in the huge place in awe. His eyes landed on a familiar group of ladies, ones that had been at every one of his recent games. His eyes widened as he saw the phone propped against the glass in their hands pointed directly at you and him sitting together.
He abruptly stood up, shocking your parents as he stormed outside, running after the ladies as they took off.
“Hey, don’t video us Lacey!” he yelled as he sped up, his quick running skills edging them on as they gasped for air and he cought up, cornering them into a small street at they cowared.
“Fucking delete it.” Kurro says as the girls scrambled on their phones, doing what he thought was deleting the video as he disappeared around the corner before they looked up, sighing.
“What the hell man.” he says to himself as he wiped the beads of sweat on hsi forehead, running in a tux wasn’t something he ever wanted to do again.
He opened the large doors again, joining your family again at the table quietly.
“Any troubles?�� you asked, kurro shot you a look before shaking his head with a smile.
“Not at all, I saw some old.. friends.” he said as he cleared his throat.
“You must have missed them, you ran off rather fast. Impressive to say the least.” your mother cooed as Kurro nodded and started a conversation.
~—————-~
The next morning, the news on tv woke Kurro up.
“And there is this viral video as Kurro Tetsuro and Y/n L/n are seen together conversing as if he is meeting her parents. While no one knows, we do believe that they could be together.” the news reporter says, angering kurro beyond belief.
He slammed his fist on the table as he gritted his teeth, throwing on a swestshirt and pants along with a random pair of shoes as he stormed out of the door. He knew where the video came from.
He knocked on the door, and when there was no answer, he knocked even louded.
“Lacey, open up. I fucking heard you.” he yells as the door creeks open.
“What?” she asks, sqeaking as kurro kicked open the door, snapping the flimsy lock out of the wall and into two.
“Delete it.” he says sternly.
“Delete what?” she coos, whimpering as he throws a hands next to her head.
“You know what, don’t play dumb with me. I can do unimaginable things with this strength of mine.” he says darkly, handing her her phone that was on the counter and stepped away.
She deleted the post, but not without a punch through her wall at her expense. But you and kurro were now not being swarmed by people asking questions, so it was a win win.
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