#leese

ngl i have completely forgotten the context of this ask but you know...it deserves to be out there. for the culture.

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Leese!!!! Thank you!!!  Full disclaimer, you picked the hardest character ever for me to write. I hope I did Kuroo justice.

FLUFF 5 - Kuroo Tetsuro: “Stomach bug?” “No, morning sickness.”

The toilet flushes yet again; you’re cradling your head in your hands and a groan echoes in the tiled bathroom. You’re unsure how to feel. You’re happy, confused, worried, completely calm and yet totally in a panic. It’s four in the morning, your husband is asleep in the bedroom, legs and arms tangled in white sheets, snoring gently, hopefully. This is the fourth time this week where you’ve woken up in a slight nausea, only for it to multiple tenfold the second you made it into the bathroom.

A knock on the bathroom door pulls you out of your stupor, and you mumble a weak, ‘come in,’. Damn, Kuroo must’ve woken up at some point between the third and fourth flush.

“Hey, sweetcheeks, you okay?” he asks as you slide away from hugging the toilet bowl and lean back against the wall, the white tiles cooling down your overheated shoulder blades. You smile weakly, cheeks flushing, spittle on the corner of your mouth that you wipe away with the back of your hand. 

“Yeah, handsome, I’m fine.” 

You swear the only time you’ve looked more wrecked was probably three months ago, when your naked bodies were writhing together, lips locked in a passionate kiss and moans of love imprinted into your souls in the form of bruises on your hips and neck. Kuroo’s black hair stuck up everywhere, static and electric in the early morning, as he stumbled over to you and sat down, pulling you tightly underneath his arm and against his chest. His large hands rub soothingly down your arm, thumbs circling your skin. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you sigh into him. It’s not often that he’s quiet, observant, and you relish in these rare moments before you know he’s back to his regular teasing.

“Y’know, if ya wanted me up in the middle, all you had to do was ask,” he murmurs against your hair. You snort, marking him with a playful bite to his bare chest, right above his nipple. He chuckles, pulling you tighter against his body before shifting, gently tugging you so that you sit on his long, muscular legs, wrapped in warmth and strength.

“Pfft, like you would’ve woken up.”

“Well, sweetcheeks, if it was a blowjob, then maybe I would.” Kuroo wiggles his eyebrows, a lopsided smirk curling on his mouth as he stares down at you over his nose. The electricity between you two crackles with the same potency as your first date many years ago, you feel the rise and fall of his chest, the twitch in his thighs and you shift so that your arms wrap around his neck, burying your forehead into the crook as his hands press into your back.

You groan, your stomach clenching again and you rip away from him, scrambling to the ceramic toilet, dry heaving, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. Within seconds, he’s behind you, stroking your back, lips connecting with the skin next to the strap of your tank top.

“Baby, what’s wrong? It’s been a few days now. Stomach bug?” he asks, worry lacing in his voice. You bang your forehead against the rim of the toilet seat, stressed with the news you were about to break to him. 

Fuck, it’s now or never. You crook a smile at your husband, peering at him over your shoulder.

“Nah, morning sickness, handsome.”

His mouth drops open, eyes wide in shock, before he shakes his head, eyes squinting suspiciously.

“You’re fucking with me,” his voice is hoarse, barely over a whisper, but his hands on your spine tremble with nerves and excitement. Your smirk turns into a grin.

“I’m not,” you start, twisting around to capture his face in your hands, your thumb stroking his jaw, “we’re going to have a baby.”

You see the journey of emotions in his eyes, none of them the worry and panic you felt. His are full of adoration, excitement, anticipation, love. He pulls you in, knocking the breath out of you with his crushing grip. A small sob escapes from your chest, you didn’t know what you were hesitant about, and the relief washed over you.

“We’re going to be parents,” he whispers into your ear, you nod, smiling against the skin of his shoulder.

“We are.”

“You’re going to be a mommy,” you can see the grin in his voice, the suggestive tone. Once again, you chuckle.

“That’s right, daddy.”

When you finally settle, and you move to the bed, you spend the rest of the night in his arms, cuddling, until the sun rises and the new day begins, content and thankful.

may I pls request a tiny ting bkg!!

this ask game looks so so fun!! 😝

dyslexia brain misread this as king so here u go leese my beloved

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pls ushijima PLS I WILL CRY HES A HUNK FOR SURE!!

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leese!!!!! idk what got into me but i made this medium spicy just for u.

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