missing kuroyaku in this house tonight
Kuroo, eating something: This tastes amazing!
Kenma: Can I taste?
Kenma: [kisses Kuroo square on the mouth]
Kenma: You're right, it is good~
Kuroo, blushing furiously: Why are you like this??
𓆩☆𓆪 when a former school rival of your husband's shows up to your baby shower, you can only hope that things won't turn upside down. but with the reveal of some secrets of your own, it's unlikely it'll stay that way.
☆ notes: second installment to 'oh, baby'. enjoy! the eldest daughter's name is 'akira' and will be referred to as such for the rest of the series. she’s roughly three/four years old.
☆ warnings: mild angst, fluff, daishou
☆ word count: 3.6kei
☆ reblogs and interactions are appreciated!
"are we seriously having this argument right now?" you sigh, speaking through your teeth as you greet guests with a smile.
"and did you seriously think that i wouldn't say anything?" kuroo scowls, shifting in his spot uncomfortably. he quickly plasters a faux grin back on his face but that doesn’t stop him from his inquiry. "why in your right mind would you invite daishou to our baby shower? out of all people?"
you narrow your eyes at him, "last time i checked you 1.) aren't currently carrying a child, and 2.) said i could do whatever i want and not to worry."
you husband forms a look of regret on his face. "baby yes, but i didn't think you would invite that.....that gremlin!" he sputters, glaring at the offending person. daishou doesn't seem to be paying kuroo any mind and is chatting with other people. mika happens to look over at the two of you and concern draws upon her face.
you wave her off before pinching kuroo's arm. he whines in feigned pain. "tetsurō, you're causing a scene right now."
his back straightens slightly. it's never a good sign when you call him by his full name. it's always "tetsu" or "'ro".
the suspect in question was made aware of to kuroo thirty minutes ago. he needed to run to the store to get some things so he left you, his beautiful and pregnant wife, in the care of his friends. but upon receiving a text from lev about a certain snake arriving, kuroo quite literally made a u-turn to get back to your shared home.
"i just...don't want him near our children. he's a bad influence. akira may pick up bad habits from him." he looks across the room at your daughter who is busy eating cake from her high chair. fukunaga and inouka are entertaining her at the moment.
you must be tired, because you don't mean for the next words to skip out. "tetsu, daishou was quite literally at the first baby shower." but as soon as you say that, you cover your mouth.
"what?!" he screeches, and several heads turn towards the two of you and you quickly apologize, explaining that everything is okay.
"that demon has already stepped foot in our home?!" kuroo continues, more riled up than everything now. he looks down at you with visible pain in his eyes. "you're a traitor."
you put your hands up in defense, "i invited mika and extended the invitation to daishou. you were at work so...i knew it wouldn't be a problem..."
"so, you went behind my back?" he questions, and you can feel yourself digging a bigger hole.
"i'm sorry. they're our friends though." you sigh.
"when was i ever friends with him?" he challenges, hand on his hip. “i don’t recall.”
you frown, losing your patience, "look, whatever remaining high school rivalry you have left with him needs to end now. you're a grown man, i need you to act like one and not the age of our daughter."
if kuroo's ego was in a fight ring right now, it would be pleading for mercy. he deflates, shrinking himself to match your height. "but-"
"tetsurō." you warn.
he sighs, not appreciating the tone you said his name in. bowing his head apologetically, he kisses your hand and your temple. he then moves to his daughter. being around his darling child never fails to raise his spirits.
but of course, there's always the saying of wrong place, wrong time.
upon seeing her daddy, akira beams brightly, tiny chubby hands reaching for him in anticipation to be held. he props her on his arm, kissing all over her face and making her squeal.
your guests beam and coo at the sight and congratulate him on baby number two. he of course thanks them before relocating his attention to in front of him. he frowns.
"sugarplum, what's this?" he gestures to the foreign toys on the table.
akira squirms down from his arms. "daddy, aunt mika and uncle shoushou got me a new doll! isn't she pwetty?" she exclaims, holding up the toy.
kuroo's fingers inch to snatch away the toy but stop when he observes how happy his daughter is.
he makes a face across the room at you and grimaces before mouthing, 'uncle shou shou?'. you don't pay him any mind.
when kuroo doesn't react to akira’s sentence, she tugs on her father's sleeve.
he sends her an uneasy smile, gently leaning down to kiss her forehead. "she is! and that's great, princess! but...what about all the toys daddy bought you? what happened to those?"
she shrugs, not interested. "i don't wanna play with those right now. this is more better than the other dolls!"
as enamored as he is by her, kuroo is trying hard not to show pain on his face. he only pats her on the head before standing back up stiffly.
by this point, his ego is nonexistent.
walking over to the one person he decides to seek solace from, he rests his chin on his head.
"first my wife, now my daughter. my whole family is composed of traitors. can you believe it? i'm holding out hope for little one #2, though."
the voice sighs, exhausted. "you're being dramatic, kuro. daishou hasn't caused a disturbance or anything." kenma rolls his eyes, pushing the tall man back. "and don't ever put your chin on my head again or i swear i'll kill you."
due to kenma's words (of daishou not said threat), kuroo moves back. "you too? my own best friend?!" he sniffs, "besides, there is a disturbance, it's definitely because—"
"are you going to keep pestering me, or are you going to let me go see my goddaughter, jesus." kenma mutters, giving kuroo an irritated look.
the black haired man scowls. "fine, go ahead. but your rights as godfather have been revoked! i'm giving them to bokuto."
"very funny." kenma snorts, moving to akira, who wastes no time to cling to the long haired man. whether kuroo wanted to admit it or not, akira adores kenma to pieces, and trying to remove him from any part of her life would end up in a disaster.
as your husband admires his best friend and daughter fondly, a voice—one that makes the hairs stand up on the end of his neck—interrupts his thoughts.
'speak of the devil', he thinks.
kuroo takes a deep breath before turning around. "daishou," he nods, plastering a smile on his face, "good to see you."
"congratulations on your second child, man. i'm really happy for you." daishou says, holding out his hand for kuroo to shake. he stares at it.
this is for you, his wife. for akira. for little one #2.
he takes daishou's hand, shaking it firmly—maybe too firmly when seeing daishou wince. "thanks. we couldn't be anymore happy than we are now."
daishou hums in response before a glint appears in his eyes. "yanno...i noticed that akira and my son have been getting along lately."
kuroo blinks, tilting his head. "your son?"
"yes, haru. he's played with akira a few times, actually. i think they're fond of each other. he always has the biggest smile on his face when he's around her, and so does she. now that i think about it, they may have cute little crushes on each other.." daishou explains.
kuroo must be getting punk'd because nothing makes sense to him right now. "that's funny, akira has never mentioned haru. so this is news to me." he tries to rack his brain for anything akira told him, but nothing comes to mind.
he knows he can get busy with work and of course be forgetful at times, but there's nothing he doesn't remember about his baby girl. with the small scrapbook he has set aside for her and the random notes in his phone on her mannerisms, likes and dislikes, favorite foods, tv shows, etc, how could this have slipped his mind?
then, it clicks.
"oh, i don't blame you. your wife was worried about how you'd react to them playing with each other...knowing how you are and all." daishou says, looking off for a second.
"how i am? what does that mean?" kuroo's eye twitches. "why, you—"
"kuroo, hi!" mika beams, pulling the man into a hug with one arm, while her free hand holds the hand of a small boy.
both mens' demeanors seem to change once the red haired woman is present as they plaster on smiles to cover up the fact that there was almost an altercation.
"mika, hello! it's so nice to see you!" kuroo beams, and the authentic charm he had before has returned.
"this is haru, our son." she says, smiling. "he really likes playing with akira. sorry we never formerly introduced you to him."
kuroo's eyes seem to scrutinize the small child (not intentionally of course), and haru looks anxious before hiding behind the leg of daishou. the black haired man raises an eyebrow at kuroo and his mouth moves to say something.
"that's okay! don't worry about it. you know how work gets!" kuroo responds cutting off the other man. he squats down and smiles. "hey buddy, it's nice to meet you. up top?"
haru hesitantly high fives kuroo (much to daishou’s dismay) and mika awes, beaming.
haru possesses many qualities of his mother, thankfully. having the same hair color, nose, and face shape. but his eyes are the same conniving green as his father’s.
after that, kuroo politely excuses himself in search of finding you.
"we need to talk." kuroo says, startling you as he appears behind you suddenly. by the stern look on his face.
"what about?" you ask, but by the rapid beat of your heart, you already know.
kuroo gently rests his hand on the small of you back, other hand protectively on your bump as he moves the two of you so you're out of earshot of everyone else. "why am i finding out just now—from someone else—that our daughter hangs out with daishou's son?"
you shrug, panicking. "surprise?"
kuroo frowns, setting his lips in a thin line. “i’m trying to be serious here, you know.”
“i know. but i didn’t think you’d make it into a whole big deal!” you argue, looking away.
kuroo’s eye twitches. he doesn’t like when you avoid eye contact with him. “a big deal? first you invite him into our house and now our daughter is having playdates with his son! of course i’m going to make it a big deal!”
you huff, digging your nails into your palm to calm yourself. “ he hasn’t done anything to akira. nor has haru. i don’t see the problem with them playing with each other, tetsu.”
"i don't care about that. i'm more upset with the fact that you hid something from me about our daughter! intentionally!"
“i didn’t know how you’d react. i didn’t know what to do, so i panicked! i’m sorry.” you sigh, a remorseful look on your face.
but kuroo doesn’t back down. he steps closer you and you feel the way his eyes practically burn holes into you. “daishou said that i act a certain way and that he ‘wasn’t surprised’ you didn’t tell me. what kind of image of me are you painting here?”
you blink, shocked. “i didn’t tell daishou anything! you know he likes to exaggerate things.”
“well clearly you’re saying something bad about me that’s embarrassing my image!” he starts to raise his voice and you flinch, making him widen his eyes with shock.
"hey what's going on between you two?" yaku and kai walk up, concern written on their faces.
“nothing!” you both yell, startling the two nekoma alumnus.
yaku looks worried, noticing the level of stress both of your faces.
your hands are shaking and yaku notices. quickly coming to your side he sees the teary look in your eyes and the way you avoid eye contact with kuroo.
“hey. you’re shaking. let’s go get some water, okay?” you nod and yaku places a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you away. kuroo opens his mouth to say something but is blocked by kai.
“maybe just take a moment to calm down. whatever’s bothering you is written all over your face.” he says, placing a comforting hand on kuroo’s shoulder.
a moment lasts the rest of the night, as you and kuroo barely talk to each other. yaku keeps you company and kai further calms down kuroo.
your rising guilt of having gone behind his back eats at you and kuroo’s guilt of nearly raising his voice at you makes him feel awful. also the accusations he made against you make him feel numb. he didn’t know he could lose his temper like that and frankly, it terrified him.
the baby shower comes and goes and luckily everyone from nekoma sticks around to help clean up. when all is said and done, your friends bid you goodbye one by one.
“are you two going to be alright?” kai asks, standing in the doorway with yaku.
“yes, we’ll be fine. thank you, nobu.” you smile tiredly, “i’ll talk to him tonight.” kuroo went off to put akira to bed, bidding goodnight to everyone already and telling you he’d meet you in the bedroom.
“if he says anything else sideways to you, let me know. i’ll talk some sense into him.” yaku says, squeezing your hand gently.
you laugh nervously, “i’m sure if he does i deserve it, mori.”
he frowns, “hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. what happened might not have been conventional but you two will work through it.”
on the other side of things, kuroo already had a ‘stern’ talking to from kenma, who told him to ‘not say anything he would regret’ to you.
and that’s how he’s where he is now, painting the toes of his little girl while he thinks of what exactly he’ll say to you.
"are you done? can i look now?" akira squirms eagerly on kuroo's knee and he chuckles at her antics.
"open your eyes and see for yourself." he hums, taking her hands away from her face.
she removes her hands from her face, gasping and squealing in delight. “pretty!”
“just how you wanted, right?” he asks, smiling fondly at her.
“yes, thank you! i love it so much!” she steadies herself on his lap before throwing her arms around her father’s neck. kuroo grunts a little but immediately hugs her back, basking in the tiny yet firm grip she has on him as she plants a kiss on his cheek.
akira tilts her head back. "daddy, are you and mommy mad at each other?"
"of course not, sugarplum." he lies, ruffling her hair. "why do you ask?"
"'cause whenever you guys are upset about something, you both yell and then don’t talk to each other." she mumbles, eyes cast down as she picks at her hands. “i saw you both arguing earlier.”
your heart pangs and you feel horrible, especially since now you know your daughter is aware of your marital habits.
"i’m sorry sweetheart. we…didn’t want you to see that. sometimes daddy says or does things he shouldn't," kuroo explains softly, taking her tiny hand in his, "and sometimes i don’t agree with things mommy does. silence is a way of letting both of us think about our actions before apologizing."
"so did you apawleegize?" she sounds out the word before she looks up at him eagerly.
he sighs, smiling sadly at her. “i haven’t gotten a chance yet. i want to be able to say the right words.”
"if it's about haru, daddy, don't worry! all boys have cooties! and are stinky!" akira crinkles her nose, "and haru may not be stinky, but he’s just a friend! i'm too young to date." she reassures, picking at a piece of lint on her clothes.
his eyes nearly brim with tears but he blinks them back, nodding and clearing his throat. "that you are, akira. daddy will make sure he treats you like a princess everyday so you won't ever need to run off to someone else." he kisses the top of her head.
at the sight of her yawning, he stands. “let’s get you to bed now. it’s late. your mom will really kill me if you’re not in bed.” he sweeps her up before walking off.
you decide to wait for him in the living room, busying yourself with tidying up to ease your nerves at the conversation you’re about to have.
at the sight of kuroo seeing you watch him shut akira’s door, he jumps a little. “you scared me.”
"i thought you already put her to bed." you tease, propping a hand on your hip.
"she insisted on having her toe's painted. you know i can't say no to her." he shrugs, slipping his hands in his pockets.
“that’s very sweet of you, ‘ro.” you smile, eyes crawling over his figure as he stands in front of you.
it's quiet for a moment and eventually your husband peers down at you with sad, tired eyes. "are you still mad at me?"
you sigh, "i'm not mad at you. it was just a bit much when you threw a tantrum earlier. that's all." you explain, putting a hand on his arm, squeezing gently.
kuroo practical keens at your touch, glad that you're willing to let him near you again. he rests his head on your shoulder. "wasn't a tantrum...i was just shocked."
"it was a tantrum, 'ro ." you comb your fingers through his hair and laugh when he grumbles against you. he pulls you down to the couch and parts his legs to sit you between them.
“okay, maybe it was.” he says, cheeks reddening from embarrassment.
"but you weren't entirely wrong in your feelings," you add, voice quieting and changing to a more serious tone. "i shouldn't of hid the fact that akira plays with mika and daishou's son from you. that wasn't right at all. it was stupid to do.”
"i mean, i get why, but it just hurt. you know?" kuroo says, looking up at you. "and…i’m so sorry for raising my voice and saying those horrible things. i don't want you to be afraid to tell me anything. ever. i want us to have great communication with each other. we have to be the best examples for them." you feel him touch your bump, large hand nearly covering your abdomen whole.
"you're absolutely right, 'ro." you say, resting your hand over his.
“and haru’s not a bad kid from what i can tell. it just terrifies me he has his father’s eyes.” kuroo shivers.
you laugh, leaning into him. you’re just glad to have his goofy nature back. “he’s a very sweet boy. they raised him well.”
he hums before looking down at you longingly. "i missed you today." he mumbles, pressing his forehead to yours.
"we were in the same room as each other the whole time." you laugh, messing with him by dodging his attempt to hold your hand.
"not the same and you know it." he huffs.
"right again, you genius." you smile, hand on his cheek.
he leans down, closing his eyes and you follow foot, hand moving to pull him down by his collar as you reach to meet his lips.
"gross!" you feel a small hand squish it's way between yours and kuroo's lips, and your eyes fly wide open.
it takes kuroo only a second, but then his mischievous smirk adorns his face as he looks to akira. "what, you want a kiss instead?" he makes kissing noises towards his daughter and she begins to squeal and run.
"little lady, you're supposed to be in bed!" you tease, watching as kuroo snatches your daughter up in his arms.
"i know, but i couldn't sleep." she pouts, hiding in kuroo's neck.
"what's wrong? did you have a nightmare?" he asks, concerned. he freezes as he holds her in his arms.
akira shakes her head, "i couldn't sleep knowing you both were mad at each other...i don't like when you both are upset. i wan' baby sister to see you guys when you're happy."
your heart swells and you and kuroo exchange eye contact for a moment.
"are you guys still not talking?" she blinks, looking at you with doe eyes the same color as her father's.
your heart only crumbles further and you shake your head. "no, i'm not mad at daddy. and he’s not mad at me. nothing bad is going to happen, okay? we are both fine. we're all okay."
"promise?" akira holds out her pinky.
you laugh before linking your pinky with her's, kissing her nose. "i promise."
kuroo puts akira back to bed, telling you that he'll meet you in your bedroom. by the time he shuffles back in, you can sense the wear and exhaustion from todays events unraveling from you both.
"hey, i think that new science documentary is calling our name, if you want to watch that." you suggest as you waddle up to him, hands smoothing over his broad shoulders.
kuroo perks up, elated. "and can we pick out baby names, too?"
"yes, tetsu. we can do whatever makes you happy." you laugh.
you feel his hands run up to grab your own and he squeezes them. "anything i do with you makes me happy."
you hum, "you make me happy too."
"but since you lied to me, you have to make it up to me through massages and head rubs." he pouts as he looks at you.
"deal. you have to rub my feet though. they ache badly.”
“of course,” he smiles, grinning, "and maybe—"
"i'm not having sex with you right now, tetsurō." you interrupt. "our daughter is asleep two doors down."
he opens his mouth to speak again.
"no, you can't keep quiet. i think we both know that." you say, pinching his lips shut.
he moves your hand, sighing. "it was worth a shot."
"it was very cute." you nod.
kuroo's eyes light up. "hey, if i can get kenma to watch akira tomorrow, can we—"
"'ro!" you hiss.
"sorry..." he pouts.
you sigh, taking pity on him. “…i’m not opposed to that idea...”
you squeak when he picks you up out of celebration, laughing at his antics.
maybe tomorrow the real fun will begin.
kuroo fucks you in his suit!!
he doesn’t bother to fully undress, not with how his cock aches behind the zipper of his dress pants. he just pulls it out and pulls your panties to the side because it’s convenient.
kuroo works a lot, and to relieve some tension, your pussy is the best remedy. barely making it through the front door, he’s already grabbing at your tits, fondling and squeezing them as you both stumble towards the bedroom.
you’re in a nightgown which makes it all the easier for him to gain access to what he really needs. his large hands trail up your thigh and rest on your clothed cunt, cupping it slightly as his middle finger rubs against your bud softly.
quiet moans escape your lips, and he smirks against you, satisfied. with no time to waste, he’s pushing you onto the king-sized bed you share, pulling your panties to the side, and tucking them under your bum, so they don’t get in the way.
he fumbles with the buckle and zipper of his pants for a moment before he’s finally got it. kuroo then pulls his cock out and gives it a few pumps before positioning himself between your legs. you smile at his eagerness but spread your legs, so he doesn’t have to work for it.
with ease, he slips in, stretching your cunt just a bit before he’s in full action, fucking you till you’re crying for him to stop.
x | Ko-fi 💕
face sitting with Kuroo but poor baby cums in his boxers while eating u out coz he can't control himself anymore n ur little whimpers n moans drive him crazy
honey [kuroo tetsurō] [nsfw]
synopsis: kuroo’s five senses are always heightened when he eats you out
warnings: kuroo is lovesick, and obsessed with your cunt, facesitting, dirty talk, female bodied reader
kuroo has always carried the habit of burying his face into things.
it started when he was younger, when he would drown out the sounds of his parents arguing by shoving two pillows to his head. hence, this action birthed his famous ‘rooster head’ appearance.
he never found that he had to hide his face in pillows anymore when he started sleeping in the same bed as you, though.
he often finds himself burying his face in your neck, or if he wants to be cheekier, your breasts. either way, he sleeps a lot better because of you. and that’s something he will have to find time to thank you properly for.
and he’s already found one way.
tetsurō is a loving man. he carries so much love for all of his family, his friends, but nothing can amount to the love he gives you. his one and only.
the bond you two share is almost “sickening” to those around you (really only yaku who complained every time kuroo is too touchy with you). but it’s not your faults that you just happen to have everything mapped out about each other. every little detail and hobby you two love.
kuroo would gladly listen to you talk about anything you love doing for hours, a doting look on his face as he plays with your hands. and sure, he can talk your ear off about volleyball after all it was and still is a great passion of his. he’s blessed to have a job involved in it.
but no one knows about his true favorite past time.
the one that involves you sitting on his face.
it should be noted that tetsurō does not know how to keep his hands to himself. who would’ve thought that a grown man would have trouble doing so, after it’s one of the first things you’re taught as a child. you once told him this, and he only scoffed, saying that his touchiness is beyond a childish act of having polite manners.
once he indulges in a little of you, he always has to have more. it’s not his fault you’re so addicting. so intoxicating, that you take up most of his mind. marrying you had become a blessing and curse at times, only because his five senses are always invaded by you.
it doesn’t matter how many times he closes his eyes—he always sees your pretty face in his mind.
it doesn’t matter how many times he tries to ignore your scolding remarks at times—your nagging (which he concludes is just you looking out for him, and that you’re usually right) always ends up as the voice he hears and heeds.
it doesn’t matter how many times he washes his ties, they still all end up smelling like you somehow, your natural scent and perfume always lingering under his nose.
it doesn’t matter how many times you try to distance yourself from him—he’ll always find a way to get to you, to touch you.
and the last sense doesn’t help his touching issue at all. in fact, it just makes it ten times worse.
tetsurō can never get tired of tasting you. of kissing you breathless every time he has to leave you before he goes to work. of licking your sweaty and salty skin after ruthlessly tiring you out. of tasting and sucking on your nipples while you writhe and shake under him.
but mostly, he can’t get enough of tasting your sweet cunt.
your taste and scent couldn’t be any sweeter. you found out that the nickname ‘honey’ he uses is because he thinks your sweeter than it, so you must be the real thing.
he figured out quickly after eating you out for the first time that your pussy is going to cause extreme trouble for him. imagine a cartoon character being summoned to the scent of food, hovering in the air as they draw near it. that’s kuroo with your cunt.
and it’s funny, because you always tell him that his face is perfect for grinding on. his nose is big enough that it always feels so good on your clit, probing and touching it in all the right ways, and he only makes it his mission to bury his face further in you after hearing that.
it should be noted that kuroo is competitive, and especially competitive with himself. he’ll find ways to make you cum harder and more than the last time.
this is how facesitting soon becomes a traditional thing he has you do. he loves for you to tell him about your day while he eats you out. he always offers advice or condolences after he gets you to cum.
everything about facesitting is just…perfect for kuroo. he can smell, touch, hear, see, and taste you all at once. albeit, the seeing option is barely there, but what better sight is there than having you grind in his face?
tetsurō is never fully…there, when he eats you out. let alone when you sit on his face. it’s an out of body experience for him. the warmth of your supple thighs encasing his head (an upgrade that’s so much better than some stupid pillows) and the smell of you deep in his nose.
so to no surprise do you find yourself in this situation when kuroo comes home from work. it all started out with him listening about your day, head resting innocently on your thighs. not long later does he have you on his face, his hands and mouth doing anything to help relieve you.
“tetsu, you’re so good baby—hah, you always make me feel so good.” you’d moan, moving your hips in the delicious way he adores. he groans into you from your praise, his cock pulsing hard in his pants.
drool starts to move down his chin as he kisses and makes out with your cunt, not wanting to waste any of you. you’re sure if you dripped on the floor, he might lick it up himself. his large hands grip your ass cheeks tightly, spreading them apart to make his access to your middle much easier.
there’s no hiding your moans when with him, especially in this circumstance. his tongue is too skilled in knowing how to make you fall apart and his fingers are too ruthless in their pace to slow down and give you time to breathe. you quickly feel your orgasm crash over you.
and if there’s one thing kuroo believes, it’s that you taste better with each orgasm.
he’s mouthing at you again already, and you feel your body tingle and throb. pain is evident but pleasure dominates it. you plea to kuroo that you’re too sensitive.
he grunts out of displeasure. “honey i know you got another one f’me, just one more please.” he coaxes, nearly begging. but you soon realize that “one more” was four orgasms ago, and that he would never stop.
the experience of eating you out is a special one for him, considering the pleasure that comes from doing it. your senses heighten his senses and his cock is unbearably hard by this point. it should be illegal for someone to have this much of an effect over someone—especially when he’s not even jacking himself off or touching himself in anyway.
tetsurō is conflicted because he badly wants to fuck you, but he doesn’t want to stop eating you out. you’re so good for him and so pretty when you moan and cry, especially on his face.
and he’s so close right now, and the tightness within his pants has created a delicious friction that he has managed to grind against. he’s almost like an animal in heat as he ruts his hips desperately up into the air.
his animalistic nature has you spilling over for another time, but this time you grip his hair hard when you sob his name.
and it’s the euphoric feeling that creeps up on him that has him stalling, but it’s too late. “wait baby—shit, fuck,” kuroo moans, eyes rolling back before his hips seize. his hands tremble and his grip on your hips loosens as he tries to collect himself.
you move down from his face, moving to kiss and lick up any drool, but the feeling of dampness under your butt halts you.
“did you just cum, tetsu?” it’s a genuine question meant with no malice behind it, but his cheeks still flush before he looks away with a small, shy smile on his face. he’s so cute like this.
you grab his jaw and he looks up at you as if you created the stars and moved the mountains of the earth. when your hands go to peel off his boxers you say, “well, after i clean your mess up, can i get you to cum again, then?”
he groans, letting his head fall back as his cock twitches back to life. yeah, you’re definitely going to be the death of him.
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when he sees you online shopping
featuring : oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo & bokuto
notes : this totally didn't come from my online shopping habits totally not pfft
oikawa would ask you to buy things for him too. like if you're buying your skincare products and stuff, top up his too. if you're shopping for a new shirt or blouse, he's going to peak over your shoulder and see if there's anything for him in the same shop too. he would act offended if you didn't tbh.
iwaizumi would nag on you a little. he'll say do you really need it and would advise you on saving your money instead. but he's actually taking note on what you want and intends to buy it for you anyway.
kuroo would pay for all of it. literally doesn't care about the price or how much items you're buying. could cares less about shipping so just go nuts abt it. if you're trying to hide from him don't bother. he's literally going to pry it from your hands. it's kind of his way of spoiling you, like might as well spend his money on things you actually want instead of buying you things you might not use. win win scenario.
even if you try to hide it, bokuto always finds out. look there's a reason you want to hide it from him and it's because he always buys it for you instead. he can't help it, he likes seeing you excited over something and he likes it even more if he buys it for you as a surprise.
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I really liked 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 would you mind making one for kuroo and oikawa too? ( ◜‿◝ )♡
— kuroo & oikawa x gn!reader | hurt/comfort
warnings: mentioning their exes, arguing, swearing, oikawa being distant, consumption of alcohol (in oikawa’s part)
note from heart: hi hi nonnie! i’m so so sorry this is late! so much has been happening in my life on top having writer’s block 😭 but it’s finally finished and here!! 💓
[ part 1 ]
» kuroo’s new job required him to travel… a lot
» and so that meant that you wouldn’t really have much time to spend time with him, let alone see him
» it was always “we can go on that date some other time” or “i’m sorry, babe, but this is really important for the company”
» you two had been together for years, and after being newly weds, it quickly felt like you two were just roommates
» and now, here you both were, arguing during a dinner that was meant to be a lovely at-home date
“what do you want me to do, y/n? quit?“ kuroo says exasperatedly, practically slamming his utensils down onto the table. you narrow your eyes at him, your jaw clenching in frustration, “that is not what i want you to do, tetsurou.”
he lets out a short laugh, “then what is it?”
“i just want you to be home! i know you just got this job, but within the first two months of you working there you’ve already went on four different trips! one of them being out of the country!” you cry out, trying not to let your tears spill over as you speak. you take a breath before continuing on, your voice quieter, “is it so bad that i want to spend time with you?”
you watch as he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “my life doesn’t revolve around you, y/n,” he speaks, his tone more stern and agitated. your eyes widen, anger boiling inside your chest, “i never said it does, tetsurou, and i wouldn’t want your life to revolve around me. i just want you to at least remember to include me in your life!”
your voice began to waver, your body tingling with sorrow. the last time you really spent quality time with him was the couple weeks after your honeymoon. after getting married, you both had talked about what you were looking forward to doing together. going house hunting together, having date nights regularly, and even mundane things like going grocery shopping together. he had expressed to you his hopes and dreams for your new lives together, but now it all just feels like pretty words and empty promises.
he lets out a huff, looking away from you as he begins to stand from the dinner table to put away his dishes, “ari wouldn’t do this kind of shit.”
your eyebrows raise in shock, all sorrow and hurt leaving your body as anger and rage take its place. “excuse me?” you ask, your tone almost threatening. your husband stops in his tracts, realizing the words that fell from his lips. he turns to face you, regret written all over his features, his eyes already pleasing for your forgiveness. “baby, no i-“
“ari wouldn’t do what kind of shit? want to spend some quality time with her husband?,” you challenge. you raise your left hand, showcasing the ring that wrapped around your finger, “see this? this ring is the same ring you put on my finger at the altar. you want ari to wear this ring? because you and i both know she sure as hell wouldn’t mind never spending any quality time with you because she was too busy spending ‘quality’ time with other people in her bed.”
you stand from where you’re sat, storming out of the kitchen. “y/n, wait,” he calls, rushing after you only to have the bedroom door slammed in his face. “babe-“
“leave me alone, tetsurou.”
he sighs, resting his forehead against the wooden door as he shuts his eyes. he felt guilty, and regret washed over him immediately. he was tired and exhausted, but he also wanted nothing but to spend time with you. it’s just that his work began to pile up, and although he loved his new job, the stress was starting to get the best of him.
anytime he started anything new, he always had to be on top of it. always making sure he was on top of deadlines, always meeting the daily quota, always being at 100 at all times, but never reminding himself to step back and take breaks. forgetting to remind himself to be with you.
now he’s messed up, the closed door standing in the way of him making things right with you.
he had to make amends somehow, but he knew trying to talk to you any further would only make things worse.
he sighed again, running a defeated hand down his face as he began to ponder over what to say to you and what he could do to make things better. your marriage meant everything to him. the day you said yes when he proposed, he felt like the luckiest man alive. and when you had walked down the aisle to him, he felt as if he was on top of the world.
he fiddled with the ring on his finger, chewing on his lip while deep in thought. after a moment, he rushed to grab his phone.
on your end, your sadness and anger had subsided. you laid in bed, emotionless and a void began to fill your chest. the thoughts that corrupted your mind had been silenced, and you were left with nothing. you felt nothing, and you feel as though you’ve drained any and all feeling out from your body.
your eyes drifted over to the silver band that wrapped beautifully around your finger. you shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath before turning over onto your back.
how could he bring up her of all people? the same woman who broke his heart and made him believe that he wasn’t worthy of any love? the same woman who made him feel as though he would walk in his parents footsteps and fail in his love life? you’ve done nothing but support kuroo in all of his endeavors, and all you wanted in return was him to just be with you and hold you like he used to. but it seems that that was too much to ask for.
time passes and you suddenly hear a knock on the door. ignoring it, you remain as you are, not wanting to face the situation right now.
“y/n? can i come in?” you hear his voice. it’s his usual calm and gentle tone, the same one you found so much comfort in on your hardest days. “baby, please, i just wanna talk.”
today is one of your hardest days, and all you want is to hear his voice, but all you can remember is that same voice uttering his ex’s name.
“okay, you don’t have to let me in, but at least please listen,” he begins. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. i was exhausted and work has been stressing me out and i took it out on you when i shouldn’t have. you’re right, i’ve been away too much and i forgot to make time for you— for us. i’m so sorry, but please know that i do love you. i love you just as much as i did when i put that ring on your finger.”
his voice begins to waver, so he takes a moment before he continues. “i honestly love you more now, and i’ll keep loving you more and more no matter what. i want to make this better, and i will,” he clears his throat, taking a breath to recollect himself. “i called my boss and told them i’ll be taking some time off. so we can be together.”
he waits for your response, but he receives nothing. he shuts his eyes, hoping that the silence is only because you’ve fallen asleep.
but you’re wide awake. you heard every last word that fell past his lips, and with each word your heart tugged at you to open the door and hold him. but your body betrays you as you remain sat on the bed, staring at the door in front of you.
“i love you, y/n.. sweet dreams, angel.”
as he begins to walk away from the door to go prepare his makeshift bed on the couch, he hears the door click open. kuroo turns around, finding your figure standing before him. your eyes stricken with tears, your lip wobbling as your hand clutches the door frame.
“y-you didn’t get in trouble with work, did you? when.. when you called them?” you ask, worry filling your voice. the last thing you wanted was for your husband to get in trouble with his job. you watch as he shakes his head, rushing towards you to envelope you in his arms.
“no, not at all, baby. i promise,” he mutters into your hair. he feels you shake in his arms, your tears once again flowing down your cheeks. he rubs gentle circles onto your back, shushing you with sweet nothings. “and i promise that i’ll do better.”
you pull away slightly to look up at him. you see that his own eyes are glossed over, an apologetic but loving smile placed perfectly upon his lips. “you really hurt my feelings, tetsu,” you whisper, bringing a hand to cup his cheek.
he shuts his eyes, a slightly pained look etches onto his face. “i know, and i’m so sorry. i never wanted to hurt you, but i know i did, and i understand if you’re still mad at me, but please let me-“
you silence him with a kiss. you feel his tears mix in with your own, your bodies pulling closer to one another as both of your hands make their way to intertwine together, your rings gently brushing against one another’s.
you pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment before looking at him once more. your thumb on your free hand gently brushes away his tears that slipped down his cheek. he smiles at you, his eyes only filled with adoration and love for you. “do you forgive me?” he asks, gently pulling you even closer to him.
you tilt your head to the side, letting your hand slide down his neck before resting it on his shoulder. his smile falters for a moment, unsure if you truly forgive him or not. but you smile at him, “i’ll forgive you after we spend our much needed time together.”
he lets out a soft laugh, almost sighing in relief. “as long as i get to be with you, that’s fine by me.”
» after finding out oikawa was coming back home from argentina for a break within his season, you had been nothing but excited
» you had planned so much for the both of you; dates, meeting up with old friends of his, and just overall spending time with him in person
» but the moment you picked him up from the airport, things between you two have been tense
» everything seemed awkward, and it bewildered you because you and oikawa have been together for almost three years now
» you decided to finally bring it up after having dinner with him and his old friends from high school, but things quickly took a turn
dinner was going really well. oikawa seemed to have a great time catching up with his friends, and you enjoyed spending time with all of them considering you’ve only hung out with them on a few occasions.
“so how was it being long distance for a few months, y/n?” hanamaki had asked, matsukawa and iwaizumi turning their attention to you as they patiently waited for your answer. you glanced over quickly at oikawa, who didn’t seem too invested as he was in the previous conversation. “um, i mean it was hard at first, but we made it work! i’m just glad tooru got to do what he loves and just really happy that he’s home,” you say proudly, reaching over to grab your boyfriend’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
the three men look over at oikawa whose face quickly shifts from a look of boredom to one that is smiling and nodding. you pull your hand away at the sight. although his three friends didn’t notice his change, you sure did. it was almost as if he was quickly put on the spot for an interview after one of his games, and it made your heart sink further into your chest.
the first few days of him being home already felt so off. he didn’t hold much of a conversation with you, he wasn’t really present during any of your dates, and he seemed avoidant of your touch. you figured it was because he was exhausted from traveling, but it’s been a week now since he’s been home and nothing about his behavior is seeming to change.
“must be nice having a supportive partner huh, ‘kawa?” matsukawa chimes in, smirking over at him. “yeah, gotta say, i’m pretty jealous,” hanamaki adds. oikawa shrugs, taking a swig of his drink and draping his arm over your shoulders. it was the most contact he’s given you this whole week, and part of you felt relieved. “y/n’s the best,” he hiccups, and you notice your boyfriend slowly succumbing to the drink in his hand.
you begin to feel uncomfortable with his change of behavior. just a minute ago he didn’t even hold your hand back.
but instead you smile, almost reluctantly leaning into your boyfriend’s touch. “y/n’s so much better than that girl i dated in high school,” oikawa continued. you tense for a second, wondering apprehensively where this was going to lead.
“yeah? you mean the same girl that dumped you-“
“hey, woah, it was a,” your boyfriend hiccups before continuing again. “mutual break up, issei.” his friends grin, yet you feel uneasy at the mention of his ex. you also feel uncomfortable at the mere fact that oikawa is suddenly paying some sort of attention to you. drunkenly wrapping his arm around you, practically comparing you to his ex— it just felt weird.
oikawa takes another sip of his drink, sighing as he sets the cup down once more, “i mean, y/n’s just so much nicer and way more supportive.” you feel your heart flutter at the sound of your boyfriend speaking so highly of you. but that feeling quickly went away when you hear him continue on. “but also,” he turns to you, his eyebrows knit slightly together, his cheeks red from the alcohol he’s consumed, and a slight pout placed on his lips.
“you can be kinda clingy sometimes, babe.”
anyone else would have thought, oh he’s just drunk. but you were a firm believer that drunk words are just sober thoughts. and if oikawa genuinely felt that you were clingy, then it just explains his behavior when he came back home.
perhaps he liked it better being away from you. maybe he felt more free and didn’t feel suffocated by you. maybe he just dreaded the idea of being with you physically— especially since you were clingy.
you pull away from him, laughing nervously. “okay, i think it might be time to go home,” you say, hastily grabbing your bag and keys. “aw, really? i was finally having some fun,” he slurs, and then he turns to his friends, jutting his thumb towards you. “see what i mean? they just want me to themselves.. kinda clingy, right?” oikawa laughs at his own words, and his friends join in hesitantly, glancing over at you to see if you were okay.
and you were not. far from it.
“you’ve had quite a bit to drink, tooru, so maybe we should go home and re—“ he cuts you off with a dramatic sigh, resting his elbow on the table, his chin propping up in his palm, “man.. ‘n i was finally having some fun since i got home, ‘n all they wanna do is coddle me.” iwaizumi scowls at his best friend almost immediately, “watch it, oikawa. y/n hasn’t seen you in six months, so it’s normal for them to want to spend time with you.”
oikawa shrugs, begrudgingly getting out of his seat, “jus’ sayin’… yuki was never this clingy.”
iwaizumi begins to stand, only sitting back down when hanamaki places a hand on his arm and when you shake your head no at him. “we’re going home, tooru. bye guys, it was nice seeing you,” you say, clutching your bag as you wait for your boyfriend to follow you. he salutes back to them as a means to say goodbye before stumbling on after you.
“hey, what’s with the sour look, babe?” he slurs, smirking as he wraps his arm around you. you push him off as you open the passenger side door to let him in. he slides in, looking up at you only to have the door slammed in his face. he sobers a bit, his eyes following you as you make your way to the driver’s side. “babe?” he asks, slightly confused and concerned.
“you’re drunk, tooru,” you say sternly, dreading this car ride home. all you wanted was a fun night out with your boyfriend and his friends, but all he managed to do was compare you to his high school ex.
luckily the ride home was quiet. oikawa tried to call out to you, but the more and more you ignored him, the more he began to sober up. you pulled into the driveway, sighing as you took the keys out of the ignition. “need help getting out of the car?” you ask, not sparing a glance at him as you gather your bag. “i’ll be okay,” he says, looking at you again, hoping you’ll finally return his gaze.
but instead you nod, making your way out of the car and towards the entrance. he goes after you, walking reluctantly behind you. now that he’s finally beginning to come down from the drinks he’s had, he’s realizing that what he said has done some damage to you.
“hey, baby? can we-“
“take a shower, then go right to sleep,” you interrupt, not wanting to be near him and coddle him like he complained to his friends. he follows you hopelessly to your shared bedroom, watching you with regret filling his chest.
in truth, while oikawa was away he missed you terribly. he wanted nothing more than to be home with you in his arms, but you both knew that his career didn’t allow for that. as the months went by and his season was nearing an end, all he could think about was coming home to you. he was more than excited to finally see you in person, but during the flight back all he could think about was the next time he had to leave you again.
knowing that he would finally be able to hold you again only to have that taken away from him for another six or more months broke his heart. it led to him making the stupid and immature decision to be distant with you, and he really wishes iwaizumi had punched him back at the restaurant.
you turn to see oikawa watching you sadly, and by the looks of the expression on his face, he looks disappointed and guilty. “what’s wrong?” you ask, watching his eyes light up ever so slightly at the sound of your voice. but he looks down at his feet, “i’m sorry for being such an ass tonight… and for being such a terrible boyfriend all week.”
you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “what has even gotten into you, tooru? i mean, seriously, you come home and you practically ignore me and then at dinner you want to call me clingy in front of your friends? and now here you are apologizing? you really think an ‘i’m sorry’ is gonna fix that?” you’re finally letting all your emotions spill over, not being able to hold yourself back from crying.
he shakes his head no before bringing his gaze back to you. his heart drops at the sight of you crying, and almost instinctively he takes a step forward towards you. but with the way you’re holding yourself, closing yourself off from him, he thinks it’s better to keep some distance. “then why do all of that in the first place? we haven’t been together for six months, tooru! all i wanted was to spend time with you, to hold you, to be with you! but that makes me clingy?”
he watches as you sit on the edge of the bed, crying quietly with your head facing away from him, your hands frantically wiping away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. he slowly goes towards you, kneeling down in front of you.
you feel him gently bring a hand to your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face so he can hold them in his own. you sniffle and take shaky breaths, eyes still shut.
“it was stupid— i was being stupid, y/n,” he begins, his eyes begging for you to look back at them. “i just.. i just couldn’t help but think that eventually i would have to leave you again, and i hate being away from you. i hate not being able to hold you or kiss you or wake up to you. i just hate it so much, and i thought i would hate being away from you less if i came back and put some distance between us.”
he sighs, disappointed in himself. he rests his forehead against your intertwined hands, “but now i just hate myself for doing that to you.”
he lifts his head again to find you staring down at him sadly. his gently squeezes your hands, “i always want to be with you, and i do because i love you so, so much, y/n. i’m so sorry. instead of being so stubborn and immature, i should be cherishing the time i do get to be with you even more.”
you pull your hands away from his, turning away as you begin to cry more. “but you called me clingy, tooru.. and even if you were just drunk or tipsy or whatever, part of you meant some of it.. right?” you close your eyes again, more tears falling down your cheeks.
he gently brings his hand to cup your cheek, turning your face back to his. “i’m way more clingy than you are, babe,” he smiles, and he means it. you scrunch your eyebrows together, “tooru-“
“i’m serious! i mean c’mon,” he says before standing up and pushing you down on the bed, peppering your face with kisses. he sits both of you up, gently grabbing your hand and trails kisses from the back of your knuckles up to your shoulder. you laugh softly, and the sound makes oikawa’s heart flutter. he looks at you, leaning in to press his lips against yours, deepening it by gently grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him.
you cup the side of his face, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. “you weren’t this clingy when i picked you up from the airport,” you pout playfully, although there was still some sadness lingering in your eyes. but oikawa presses another sweet kiss to your lips, “trust me, i’m going to be so clingy that you’re gonna want to take me back to the airport.”
you both laugh, kissing one another passionately, your hands roaming the other’s body and taking in every bit of them; reminiscing in each other’s touch and warmth.
「 haikyuu . summer ✧ 」 。。。ꜜ ꜜ
episodes 1-3-11 / episodes 2-4-8 / . . .
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[kuroken as children]
Kenma’s mom: How many popsicles have you both eaten today??
[Kenma and Kuroo laying in a bed of popsicle wrappers]
Kenma: Now is not the time to talk about our personal flaws, mom.
𓆩☆𓆪 kuroo doesn't really know what's come over him. he barely remembers getting home, finding you in the kitchen, and pressing you up against the counter. he barely remembers tugging off yours and his own clothes right there and then. and right now he's barely present as he fucks load after load into you. 𓆩☆𓆪
☆ synopsis: a coworker brings their baby to work, and that sets off the gears in kuroo’s head to have some of your own
☆ warnings: female reader, obvious mentions of children, unprotected sex, reader and kuroo fuck like rabbits, praise kink, mild biting, lots of kissing, kuroo is really horny…like really, size kink, manhandling
☆ notes: welcome to the first installment to ‘oh, baby!’, thank you to @kuroosdarling for reading the rough rough beforehand hehe ily <3
word count: 2.5kei
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at first, everything is innocent. tetsurō knows his coworker only means well. but tetsurō should've expected that when bring your child to work day came at the jva he'd encounter at least one. his coworker asks him if he wants to hold their baby after catching him stare at the small infant in awe. the resemblance between coworker and child clearly evident. he's so amazed at how strong genetics could be.
then tetsurō wondered how strong his own genetics would be when it came to your children.
to recall back, the conversation of children came up briefly between the two of you. you both decided that it would be logical to wait a little while before trying to have any. kuroo was focused on building up his career and so were you. you just wanted to have your priorities straight and be responsible. nothing's wrong with that, right?
and so the conversation had been left with a pin in it and you both moved on in life. you would question when to have children later.
when holding the child in his arms, kuroo only panicks for a moment (were babies always this small?) before the child naturally curls up into his chest. their tiny hand grabs ahold of his (ridiculously) large pinky before continuing to sleep soundly. they even coo with joy.
"they seem to really like you!" his coworker laughs. "you seem to be a natural with kids!"
tetsurō only crinkles his nose in confusion but he can't help the fluttering in his chest at those words. "i'm not really doing anything but holding them."
they laugh again and nod with understanding. “sure, but you seem to be the type to make a great father, kuroo-san. you're a good person. very patient and understanding. by the way, when do you and the missus plan to have kids?"
and so having been asked the question sent him on a spiral.
by the time he's asked, several years have passed since your first conversation about kids. both you and him are financially stable. you're both lucky enough to live comfortably, and you're both happy where you are in your careers. most importantly, you're both married.
honestly, just the thought of being married to you and having a little family turns kuroo on too much. but he wants to have a family that's better than the broken one he had growing up. the best thing he can do for his kids is show them a healthy and long lasting relationship with their mother. and god does he know he can do that. he loves you so damn much his heart aches. he'll walk across fire for you, and the best part is that he knows you'll do the same for him.
the man isn't really present for the rest of the day, having to be called out during a meeting for being unfocused, and eventually sent home after he lies and says he isn't feeling well. and it's partially true, because now that he knows he wants kids, he feels an empty hole in his chest almost as if a part of him is missing.
and if being 'sick' means trying to conceal the boner in his slacks, then so be it. he doesn't want to relieve himself of his problem, no. not when the only thing on his mind is cumming inside of you raw.
tetsurō comes home to the smell of your cooking, his second favorite scent right after you. just seeing you makes him crazy. he'd been thinking about putting a baby in you all day. his hands itch to get started.
you haven't seen him yet, but tetsurō doesn't waste anymore time. he simply eyes you intently, taking time to admire you and all the soft curves of your backside. you feel the warmth of him before seeing him and that's enough to startle you.
a small gasp leaves your mouth as you look up at him in surprise before a honeyed smile appears on your face. a smile that's only reserved for him. "hi! you're home earlier than usual."
he returns your greeting with a grin. "hi beautiful, how was your day?" he tugs you into his grasp. lean arms encase you in his hold as he rests his chin on top of your head and massages your hips.
hips he knows that will bare his children.
"it was good tetsu, are you hungry? i'm finishing up dinner now, and we can talk about your day." you respond, focus retuned to the stove in front of you.
he has to admit, the food smells delicious, but he's hungry for something else this evening. and unfortunately he'll have to endure an earful from you later about letting the food get cold, but he doesn't mean any harm. he just has priorities.
he hums, turning you fully towards him. his eyes lower and become stuck on your stomach. brain stuck on the thought of you being round with his child. you would look so cute pregnant. your breast would be filled with milk, too. maybe you'll let him taste—
"'ro?" you voice snaps him from his thoughts. you try to make eye contact with him and he only smiles, not registering a single thing you just said. his large hands take your face in his hold and you feel his calloused fingers run over your cheeks before he kisses your nose and then all over your face.
"tetsurō, what's gotten into you?" you giggle. you didn't mind his affection, don't get it wrong, but there was something oddly...intense about the way he's acting that you know something is up.
the ravenette seems to contemplate his thoughts, carefully reeling over the words in his mind. "i just thought that...maybe we should start...tryin', that's all." he mumbles, mouth pressing kisses all over your skin. you shiver at his touch, at the way his scent and body crowd in on your space.
ah, there it is.
your cheeks heat up, and you know exactly what he means. his words always slur slightly when he's turned on, almost like he's delirious or hooked on lust.
tetsurō only continues. "today my co-worker brought in the cutest little baby i'd ever seen. looked just like 'em, too. i didn't really understand how children could make someone so happy...but i'm startin' to." he explains, tugging off your pants. he tugs off your underwear next, the cold air hitting your folds makes you jump.
you swallow nervously, "tetsu—"
"made me realize how cute our kids could—will be. they'd be the cutest in the world, i'm sure. wonder if they'd have my eyes and your smile. and hopefully they'll inherit your hair or else we'll be in trouble." he laughs before he undoes his tie, then his shirt, and tosses the garments somewhere on the floor. his belt is undone next and he's quick to unfasten his pants.
you eyes widen, and your heart fastens at the mental image of a tiny child in your arms, the spitting image of you and kuroo.
your husband pauses again, his brows knitted in thought. "do you think...that i can be a good father? for our kids?" he leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes for a moment as he must be pondering the very question.
you nod slowly. "i don't think so, i know so. you'll be great with our kids, tetsu." you answer, running your fingers along his jaw.
"yeah?" he breathes, pulling down his pants along with his boxers. "do you still want some?" he moves your body so that you're sitting safely on the counter away from everything else.
"w-with you? yes..." you answer, voice getting caught in your throat as he prods his fat tip at your entrance. you're already soaked enough that you know he can just... slide right in.
kuroo's breathing becomes extremely labored and his gaze darkens at your words. his single strand of restraint is being pulled taut. "then can we? can we start trying, sweets?" his hands are groping at your chest and hips, and he riles himself up the longer he touches you without relief.
you barely say 'yes' before he pushes himself into you, his jaw going slack as he is enveloped by you, cunt warm and inviting and tightness pleasurable beyond means.
his eyes glass over and he's completely enamored by the fact that he can be this close to you. that you trust him to hold you like he is now.
you look up at him with near helplessness as his grip on your legs doesn't loosen up. the stretch of him never is something you think you can get used to, as you feel yourself struggle to adjust to his size. the heavy and thick fullness of his cock is intense. you can feel how it throbs with need.
"do you think—" he moans as your cunt drags over his cock, sucking him in more, "that they're going to be interested in volleyball?" he lets his tip kiss your cervix and you keen, causing a groan to escape his mouth. "you think they're gonna be a middle blocker like me?"
"are you really asking me that right now?" you sigh, fingers frantically gripping the counter beneath you. you move your hips against him and hope that will shut him up.
spoiler, it doesn't. "why not—fuck, just like that baby—it's a genuine question." he buries his face in the side of your neck, and the smell of your lavender soap invades his senses before his teeth choose to bite and scrape at your skin.
"you're such a volleyball nerd, tetsu." you laugh but soon moan as both of your hips move synchronously. "when are you not thinking about it?"
he huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple as he presses you further into the kitchen counter. his lips linger against your skin before you felt them curve into a smile. "when i'm busy thinking 'bout your cute self, which is definitely more than volleyball."
you tried to formulate a response but only a refined moan escapes your lips again as kuroo pounds you. the sound of skin on skin filters out any remaining thoughts you had.
"you don't understand how crazy i've been goin' today." he grunts, nearly delirious in the way you cream on him so well. he can already feel himself twitch with the need to cum but as much as he wants to, he wants this moment to last a bit longer. he can't cum before you.
one of his hands lace with your own as he regards you. "been thinking about all the different ways to get you pregnant. of all the cute little maternity outfits you'll wear. of me taking care of you when you get tired and your feet ache. you're going to look so pretty carrying our baby, sweetheart."
he's rambling and you're not even sure if he's talking to you or if he's talking directly to your womb. but his words alone are enough to bring you to your first orgasm, pussy clamping down hard on his cock.
"jesus christ," he groans, struggling to keep composure, "it's like your cunt is trying to suck the life out of me." he’ll never not be impressed with how well your tiny pussy takes him.
you only whimper, legs quivering in a way you didn't know they could as you slip them tighter around his waist. with the way kuroo is bullying your insides he just might be successful at his agenda of getting you pregnant tonight.
he moves your legs over his shoulders, laying you down so your back is pressed against the cold surface of the marble counter. you feel chills run down your spine from just witnessing him effortlessly move you how he wants. the new angle he decides to rut in you at causes you to cry out in surprise.
"so perfect, so pretty like this split on my cock. gonna be even prettier filled with my cum. best thing i can give you when you feel so good." his head bows so that he can kiss you and you eagerly meet his lips, the taste of him comforting, addicting, and familiar all at once.
he brings one hand down to your clit, moving his fingers methodically over your bundle of nerves as he coos and encourages you to cum again.
"tetsu, please," you whine, "you feel so good, wanna have your babies." the need and anticipation of getting your husbands cum is starting to make you frustrated yet needy all at the same time. yet the way he's making you feel right now makes you want this moment to last forever.
he must sense what you're feeling and hums, kissing you again sweetly. "oh you're not understandin' me princess," he breathes, hips moving in an animalistic way. "i'm gonna have you knocked up by the end of tonight. that's a promise."
"you promise?" you look up at him with doe eyes, mouth parted as little moans still escape you.
he kisses your knuckles. “always.”
he'd give you the world if you asked. he'd pluck the sun from the sky, too. when he presses his forehead to yours he only professes his love to you like he's saying his vows for the first time. he can feel the tightening of his balls and burning pit in his abdomen as his release creeps up on him.
and when he pinches your bundle of nerves, you cum again for a second time. your eyes roll back in your head and your nails dig deeply into the muscle of his broad shoulders.
tetsurō nearly doubles over when his orgasm follows, and he spills thick, white cords of cum into you. his golden eyes look at you and you swear he cums just a little more from the eye contact you two hold. the hard throbbing and pulsing warmth he provides you makes you clench around him again, a feeling of wholeness and elation when you're finally full of him.
you're both incredibly still for a moment and you just hold each other. he sits you up with regard, and you brush back his sweaty fringe. his large hands massage your muscles before he carefully carries you to your shared bedroom.
he sits down and you realize you're both still very connected.
"t-tetsu!" you grab onto him, eyes widening as your taken by surprised at the new angle.
"fuck..." he hisses.
there's something sensitive in the way he moves inside of you, and you're not sure if that has to do with his cum inside of you or your cunt trying to hold in every drop.
kuroo always liked the notion of kissing your ring finger, because it reminded him that the two of you are joined—united. you start to speak but he does before you can even formulate the words.
"i hope you don't think we're done here." he murmurs, and by the twitch of his cock you know he's serious. him and his damned stamina. exhausted, you only shift your trembling hips to prepare for more.
it's looking to be a long night.
and so it's not surprising when several weeks pass by and when said coworker asks him again about kids, he proudly shows them the ultrasound photo hidden away in his wallet.
he only hopes that after baby number 1 you won't mind more.
calling us all out like this😭
“babe, i swear this isn’t what it looks like.”
tetsurou raises a hand in surrender, shifting his guilt ridden gaze between you, the television illuminating the living room, and the baby girl whom he has resting on his hip.
you went out for a couple hours, a movie and a few drinks with some friends—non alcoholic for you, of course.
the thought of leaving tetsurou to watch your seven month old for the evening, all by himself, is one that would have worried you five years ago—back when responsibilities and parenthood were nothing but words. now, it’s the idea of leaving her with anyone else that bothers you.
he’s done the dinner, bath, and bed routine dozens of times before, more or less without fail. you figured tonight would be no different—feeling nothing but absolute confidence and peace of mind throughout your entire outing.
so, when you return home and see this, you can’t help but wonder what led to it.
“oh, i see,” you mumble as you step forward, easily recognizing the dull tune emanating from the tv as your daughter’s current favourite. “you haven’t kept our daughter up an hour and a half past her bedtime for a…dance party?”
you can hardly call it dancing, his hips are far too stiff for that. still, catching the tail end of his rigid movements, seeing the pure elation on your baby’s face as he bounced her to the music—have you ever had a worry in life? it doesn’t feel like it.
“of course not,” he scoffs, and a look of disgust flashes across his features—as if he’d ever do such a horrible thing. “i put her in her crib, but she wouldn’t stop fussing, figured this would tire her out faster.”
typical tetsurou—just can’t stand when one of his favourite girls is upset.
“and the tiaras? the uh, the tutus?” you wiggle your finger at them, gesturing to the silver crowns on their heads, and the purple tulle sitting atop their pajamas.
your husband’s tutu is clinging to his waist, visibly stretched and causing his black tee to bunch up—and he looks ridiculous, truly, but he also looks exactly how you’d want the father of your child to look on a saturday night.
“well, pardon us for dressing to the occasion,” he grins, smug and sweet all at once as he tilts his head towards the dancing princesses on the tv.
and you get it, you’re not one for leaving her when she cries either—but this tactic is sure to do more harm than good, having her on a schedule is what keeps you sane.
“it’s bedtime,” you order as you reach for your daughter, and she reaches for you too—all smiles and wiggly feet as her tiara and the little plushie she was holding tumble to the floor in unison.
“look at her go,” he chuckles as he bends over to retrieve her belongings, “she wants you to join us, right sweetheart?” he coos at her, and her chubby little arms start to wave up and down.
“tetsurou,” you sigh, and you can see it in his eyes that he knows he shouldn’t push any further—and maybe it’s that precious smile on his little girl’s face, or the tiny tiara cutting off the blood flow to his brain—but he pushes further.
“i know, i know,” he admits, resting his hands on your hips and tugging you a bit closer. “but she’s already up, what’s a few more minutes?”
“you’re a real pain in my ass,” you mutter, leaning into the warmth of his chest as he presses his lips to your forehead, and then your daughter’s.
“but you love me, right?” he stares down at you, with hope and love, and a little apology swirling behind his eyes.
“i do,” you say, “just not in this outfit, princess.”
and your daughter is quiet, eyes fluttering open and closed as she leans against your shoulder, fighting her sleep.
“really? the short skirt isn’t doing it for you?” he asks, holding his hands out and gesturing to himself—short skirt revealing nothing but his plaid pajama pants.
“no, you’re setting a bad example.”
he slaps a hand over his mouth, feigning a look of pure horror before laughing it off and wrapping his arms around you again, careful not to disturb the baby sleeping in your arms.
“well, true love’s kiss will turn me back to normal, won’t it?” he smiles at you, in the dull orange hues of your little living room, and you feel like you’ve never had a worry in your life, ever.
you kiss him. it’s short and sweet, but it’s warm and it feels like home—he feels like home. you flick the flimsy plastic off his head, presumably turning him back to the tetsurou you left your daughter with five hours ago.
“so, i’m the hideous green ogre?” you eye him, curious to see how he’s going to answer such a dangerous question.
“no,” he grins, “just the love of my life.”