#herqueueles

tetsurou’s hands are cradling your body, his face buried deep in the crevice of your neck. he’s murmuring, humming nonsense into your jugular, his hair down and tickling you. “baby,” his voice is soft, hoarse. “ba–by.” he singsongs, drawling out the vowels. “god, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful. look at you.” 

you hum softly, a small sound of indignation. you know that what tetsurou says is gospel; you’re the one person he would never lie to. but you can’t help the little gnawing that settles in your bones; the way you curl in on yourself when he touches your stomach, or grips your thighs. you don’t think he notices, but he does. tetsurou knows you like the back of his palm. knows the way you tense isn’t because of discomfort, or tension. it’s the boroughs of insecurity that he knows you’ve been trying to dig your way through. 

“sweetie?” 

your arms are coming around yourself, hiding your body from the chill of the morning sunrise. 

“sweetie. look at me.” 

and so you do. you hum, “yeah?” soft and a little shaky. his heart melts a little, stringlets of his desire bleeding through his fingertips as he massages your flesh, watching the way your mouth parts just a tiny bit. 

“do you know how beautiful you are?”

this is how it starts. this is how kuroo’s brows furrow and he kisses your shoulders, your back. traces every scar with his nose, the shadow of your spine with his tongue. you don’t have to answer. you don’t even have to make a sound. tetsurou will do it for you. 

“the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen…” he whispers, breath hot against your skin. you shudder, a protest on the tip of your tongue, but he kisses your sides before you get your chance to speak. “so soft, so tender.”

“fuck,” you hiss softly when his fingers make contact with your hips, big, hand-shaped bruises starting to form in the wake of last night. “t-tetsu, be—”

“i’ll be gentle,” he mouths against your skin, and you crane your neck to watch him. “you know me, baby.” 

you do. you do know that tetsurou’s touches are laced with sweetness and the golden halo of sunshine. you know that his love bleeds down from his touch like summer rain, and that every inch of your skin is his meadow. 

pink and purple and blue bloom across the field of your skin, bumps raising along the valleys and mountains of your body. tetsurou praises the nature he finds in your body, worships the gods for creating something so perfect. 

because to him, that’s what you are. endlessly beautiful, a gift bestowed upon him from aphrodite herself. and that’s why he holds you with worshipping hands, devotion seeping through his fingertips and staining you like ink. he threads his fingers through yours, shifting you so you lie on your back, and he hovers just centimetres above you. “this okay?” he asks, whispering softly. 

you hum, stretching out under his gaze. “feels good,” your lips break into a soft smile, hands coming up to brush against his face. his skin is warm, chiselled brow bones and sun-freckled cheeks under your palm. “what’s gotten into you this morning?”

tetsu almost stutters over his words as you drag your thumb against the seam of his mouth, dragging it slightly so you see the wet of his lip. he shifts, taking the finger in his mouth, warm, wet and just a little bit flustering. your breath hitches, and you blink furiously at him. 

“n-nothin’,” he promises. “just wanted to say good morning.”

“you? or your mouth?” 

he chuckles at that, a low timbre that sends a small ripple skittling down your spine. “i haven’t even gotten to the good part,” his lips drag along your arm, his tongue poking out to glide along your skin. “haven’t even gotten to say good morning to your pussy.” 

you squeal, giggling as he presses his face up against the clothed region of your crotch, nosing along the chubby folds of your cunt. “tetsu—!” 

“smells good,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties. “god, you always smell so fuckin’ good. yeah?” he pushes himself up, trailing his nose along your thigh, up your tummy, between your tits. “and soft. so beautiful.”

your cheeks flush, covering your face with your hands as he plants small kisses along your skin. every roll, every sag of your skin, the stretch marks that line your thighs. “god,” he curses under his breath. “i could spend forever just looking at you, you know?” his big, warm palms come up to sculpt themselves against the fat of your body, your pudgy thighs, your doughy tits, cradling the raised skin of your scars. 

“i’m— don’t…” you mumble shyly, tugging on his hair. embarrassment blooms in your belly, but you know it’s for naught. since you started dating, since you two met, tetsurou’s only treated you with the utmost delicacy in his fingertips, almost like he would die a thousand times just to hold you one more time. he’s reminded you time, and time again that your body is beautiful, that he loves every part of you.

his tongue finds your nipple, licking it as he keeps his gaze on you. “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met,” he breathes, warm on your nipple. you burn. you are melting wax and he is the flickering flame that touches you, dares to touch you. he moves, slithers down your skin until his cheek reaches the inside of your thigh, leaving kisses and small bite marks on your tummy. “prettiest girl in the world.”

you mewl your protest, and tetsu looks at you with a raised eyebrow. a quizzical look in his eye as he asks, quietly. “what was that, baby?” his fingers trace along your thigh, lips pressing against your inner thigh, sucking on the sensitive skin. you melt, shaking your head vigorously. 

“want more?” his tone is teasing, lilting.

you can’t say anything, not with your tongue caught in your throat, a muffled sound straining out of your throat as tetsurou’s fingers dig into your thighs and his tongue presses flat against your panties. he’s lapping up at you as if the cotton barrier isn’t in the way, the fabric staining darkly as he drools over your pussy. 

“pretty pussy,” he whispers, starting to tug at your panties. “tastes so good too. i know it does.”

“then fuckin’— god, tetsu, just take the panties off!” 

he chuckles, dark eyes glinting up to meet yours. “patience, angel.” he draws a tiny circle over the damp fabric, watching your face twitch a little, a small breath hitching in your throat. “what do good girls say?”

you whine, turning your face to hide in the pillow. “please?” it drips so sweet from your lips, honey thick and clouded with desire. it’s so lovely that tetsu almost lets your shyness slide. almost.

“look at me.” he says, voice hardened. “look at me.” 

it shakes you to your core, those three words spoken with such imperative, commanding you to obey. so you do, the rustle of the pillow betraying your stealthiness. 

“good girl,” tetsu smiles, nosing along your clothed clit. “now, say it again.”

you hold his gaze. “please.” it’s a cross between a plea and a command of your own, and he knows it well enough, loves you enough to know it means you’re desperate. 

“that’s my girl,” he whispers. “my good girl.” 

he tugs your panties down, guiding you to lift your hips as he pulls it over the swell of your ass. down your legs, and lets you kick it off your toes yourself. when he turns back you can see the way his cheeks flush at the sight of you; nothing in between his mouth and your pussy, slick and glistening with wet. he blinks, once, twice. 

“no idea,” he starts, breathing in sharply. “how i ended up with a fuckin’ angel like you.” tetsu inches closer to you, throwing your calves over his shoulders, his fingers digging into your thighs. “c’mon sweetheart. up. up.” 

you follow his lead, mewl loudly as he hitches your hips upward, his forearms thick with power, holding you up. he’s face to face with your cunt now, less than an inch away from burying his tongue deep inside. your impatience leaks into your throat, a small whine ripping out as you buck your hips down. “tetsu, god, if you don’t—”

that earns you a stern pinch to the thigh. you squeak loudly, hips shaking. “what did i say about being patient, hm?” he hums, nosing up the slick folds. “you get what i give you, when i give it to you.”

but you can tell his own restraint is snapping, fraying like a rope pulled taut. his eyes are glimmering, and you swear you see him poke his tongue out to wet his lips. he pushes forward, a tentative lick against your clit, and you lose it, soft whines and moans falling out of your mouth. “tetsu, tetsurou.” you force yourself down onto his tongue and he lets you, finally gives in and lets you. he buries his face between your thighs, all tongue and lips and teeth as he feasts on your cunt like a man starved. he’s whining, groaning loudly into you. 

“fuck, fuck,” he murmurs, pressing his nose against your clit. he looks up at you and your breath catches in your throat. his lips, chin, jaw, they’re all covered in your slick, dripping in you. “princess, why d’you keep this away from me?”

“i don’t, you idiot,” your hand fists his hair as he laughs, a hearty chuckle that has you pouting. “stop talking. finish what you started.” 

he doesn’t have to be told twice. tetsu lowers himself back onto your pussy, gentler this time, but the rough grip on your thighs remains. he’s worshipping your cunt now, mumbling praise like a prayer. little things you barely pick up, like she’s so good for me, isn’t she? and that’s all this little pussy needed? just a little attention? your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs knocking together with the stimulation. 

“keep them spread.” tetsurou’s voice is low, demanding. his hands shift to spread them, hold them back down. “if you interrupt my meal again, i’m going to have to punish you.” 

they’re not unfamiliar words. but tetsurou’s insistence on praising your body coupled with the authoritative timbre of his voice, it makes you clench around the muscle of his tongue. you whine your compliance, shaking with the discipline it takes for you to obey him. he doesn’t let up, even when you’re trembling and crying on his tongue. tetsurou’s ferocity, tenacity, stamina; his reputation speaks for itself when he’s between your legs.

it’s not too long after that you find yourself in the throes, grinding your clit against his tongue, whimpering, gonna, gotta cum, tet-tetsu! tetsu, have to, fuuuuck. you’ve grown to learn how much it turns tetsu on to hear you moan, and how liberating it feels to. 

“gonna cum, pretty girl?” he breathes, looking up at you again. 

“my clit’s sore, tetsu, i—” your words twist into a gasp as he pinches it, and you jolt in your place, back arching into his face. “tetsurou!”

you can hear him chuckle over your own mewls. “you wanna cum, pretty princess?”

and you’re so close, so close that if you stuck out your tongue you could taste it. “wanna,” you start babbling, your fingers in his hair tightening. “tetsu, make me cum, please.”

tetsurou thinks you sound so goddamn sweet, he even debates letting you cum for a second. but he is who he is because of the way you whine, the way you thrash in his grip when he stops altogether. 

“kuroo tetsurou!” 

he grins at you, toothy and malicious. “do you wanna cum?”

you could slap him. god, you almost do. but he’s wrung you out, your fingertips and your toes numb with anticipation, with pleasure. “yes, please,” you plead, beg. 

he hums. “you know, you’re the prettiest girl in the world.” his fingers trace slowly over your folds, ghosting by your swollen, needy clit. “even when you’re angry with me.”

heat rises to your cheeks. “tetsu, i swear to god—”

“say it and i’ll let you cum.”

what? “say what?”

“that you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

the warmth blooms through your face, up your temples, down to your neck. “shut up.”

tetsu shrugs. “then you don’t cum.” 

the embarrassment. you know tetsurou lives to humiliate you, to spread you over his lap and finger you until you’re a braindead mutt. to pinch your thighs and rub your clit under the table. but what you hate most is this. or rather, you don’t hate it. but the words feel like bile rising to your throat, and it’s hard for you to repeat those words out loud, no matter how simple they seem.

tetsurou knows this. frowned slightly when you refused to call yourself pretty. he made sure to tear the words out of you with every orgasm he gave you, every kiss good morning and good night, with every breath he took. you’re pretty. you’re beautiful. you’re loveable. you’re my favourite girl in the world.

“i’m—” you start, but the words get caught in your throat. you look down at him desperately, wishing he’d just spare you, but he doesn’t let up. tetsu never does. “i’m pretty…”

“that’s not right baby,” he blows a stream of cool air on your clit, grinning as you squirm. “c’mon. try harder. it’s not that difficult, is it?”

“i’m the p-prettiest girl…” you squeeze your eyes shut, rushing out the next few words. “intheworld!”

“there we go. wasn’t so hard, was it?” tetsu chuckles, resuming his position with his nose brushing against your clit. “go ahead. cum as many times as you want. ‘m not stopping till i'm satisfied.”

satisfied. could tetsu ever be satisfied? he’d proved himself, time and time again, capable of rolling your clit on his tongue or between your fingers for hours on end, just waiting for you to crumble before he fed you his cock. you could be here for days, if duty didn’t have a need for you. 

tetsurou makes you cum. makes you remember the sounds your pretty pussy makes, the feeling of you squirting into his mouth. reminds you every second what your beautiful body is capable of. “prettiest body, so beautiful,” he murmurs as he cleans you up with his tongue, careful not to overstimulate you.

“y-you didn’t cum,” you whimper, reaching out for him.