#tetsurou

The sun barged through the window so boldly, as if it had been waiting for the weekend just to slip through the loosely drawn curtains and scatter golden stripes across the bed, the blanket, your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, tried to turn away, but the warmth had already spread over your cheek, and your second attempt to hide failed, the very moment you realized something wasn’t letting you escape those intrusive rays. Beside you settled a familiar weight, steady breathing that hitched on the exhale into a soft, almost feline huff, and a hand draped across your waist so possessively, as if it had every right to be there.

Kuroo was asleep, occupying the bed with that same catlike audacity that somehow let him take up far more space than one person should. His legs were tangled with yours so thoroughly you couldn’t tell whose knees were whose anymore. One arm pinned you gently to the mattress, the other was tucked under the pillow, and his hair stuck out in all directions, forming a chaotic halo around his head. The air around you carried that familiar scent of warm skin and morning, something that only belongs to people you love so much it makes you tremble.

You lay there for another minute, soaking it all in, his weight, his warmth, his breath tickling your shoulder. The room was quiet; only the occasional car passed somewhere outside in the Sunday city, and birds called to each other. Sunlight crept across the blanket, reaching his face, and you found yourself holding your breath, watching how it fell across his cheekbones, his sharp chin, his slightly parted lips.In sleep, he was different. Not that sly cat who could provoke you with a single smile. Not the captain carrying the weight of his team. Not the sarcastic menace who loved teasing everyone around him. Here, in the quiet of the morning, he looked almost like a boy, relaxed, defenseless, the lines near his eyes smoothed out, his brows faintly furrowed even in sleep, as if he still worried about something.

But your body insisted on reality, and the need to go to the bathroom eventually overpowered your desire to stay like this forever. Carefully, you tried to move, freeing your legs from the trap of his. It worked, so you shifted slightly, trying to slip out from under his arm and at that exact moment, his fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you back with sudden, reflexive force.

He didn’t even wake up. His body, his instincts, reacted faster than his mind: mine, don’t let go.

— “Where?” His voice was muffled, sleepy, buried in the pillow, barely understandable, but the tone, demanding, possessive, even through sleep, made you smile.

— “Bathroom,” you whispered, gently stroking his arm, trying to soothe and persuade him at the same time.

— “Later.”

— “Kuroo…”

He didn’t answer, just pulled you closer, burying his nose somewhere between your neck and shoulder. His warm, steady, slightly damp breath evened out again as he sank back into sleep. His hair tickled your skin, stubborn, unruly and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through it, getting lost in the morning mess.

— “Five minutes,” he mumbled into your collarbone, and it sounded like a verdict.

— “Just five more minutes.”

You sighed, realizing the battle was lost, and leaned back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as that slow, warm, infinitely tender feeling spread through your body. Lying like this, pressed against him, feeling how his muscles beneath your palms slowly began to wake, tiny twitches, faint tremors, the shifting rhythm of his breathing. It was its own kind of happiness, the kind you wanted to hold onto with both hands.

Time moved slowly, thick as honey. The sunlight crawled onto his back, gilding the dark fabric of his shirt, and you watched how it played across his shoulder blades, how shadows fell along each vertebra, how his long fingers rested loosely on your waist. And suddenly you caught yourself thinking, you could wake up like this every morning for the rest of your life. Even if you had to wait for those “five more minutes” for hours.

Exactly half an hour later you knew, because you’d counted three cycles of him drifting off and stirring his eyelids finally fluttered. First his lashes trembled, then his brows shifted slightly, and at last his eyes opened. Cloudy, unfocused, empty, they landed on you without recognition, filled only with that dark amber depth still heavy with sleep.He blinked once. Then again. His gaze drifted lazily from the pillow, to your shoulder, to your face and then stopped, focused. You saw the exact moment his mind caught up, when that emptiness shattered into something warm, golden, infinitely familiar.

— “Hey,” he breathed out, and that single word held everything surprise that you were still here, joy that it was you, and a strange, almost puppy-like gratitude that didn’t quite fit him. His voice was rough, low, sleepy morning voice.

— “Well, good morning, sleepyhead,” you smiled, your chest tightening at the way his sly eyes lit up in response. That catlike squint that always made your heart race, even now, when you were both tangled in bed, messy and half-asleep.

— “Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked, a familiar smirk creeping into his voice, though his eyes remained soft, warm, almost sticky with tenderness.

— “You wouldn’t let me go.”

— “Oh. Right.” He gave you that signature grin, the kind girls all over Tokyo would probably do anything for.

— “Party policy: don’t let valuable things out of your hands.”

You rolled your eyes, but inside everything melted, warmth spreading through your veins, because you knew ,for him, you were the most valuable. Not a thing, but something like a center. An axis. A place to return to.

— “I still need the bathroom,” you reminded him, trying to hold onto some semblance of seriousness.

— “Oops.” He widened his eyes in mock guilt, but didn’t move his hand.

— “And if I let you go… you won’t run away, right? You’ll come back?”

— “Where would I go?”

— “Promise.”

— “I promise.”

He studied you for a second, as if checking your honesty, then suddenly leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. Only after that did his fingers loosen, letting you go.

When you came back, a little more awake, thinking about breakfast, he was still lying the same way, but now his eyes were open, following you from the doorway to the bed, never letting go for even a second. You slipped back under the blanket, and he immediately moved closer, wrapped you up again, buried his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply as if checking that you still smelled the same.

— “Coffee?” you asked into his chest.

— “Nah,” his voice turned sleepy again, relaxed.

— “We’re staying here.”

— “But I want coffee.”

— “I’m your coffee. Black, strong, first thing in the morning,” he huffed at his own joke, and you felt the vibration of his quiet laugh against your head.

— “Drink me.”

— “You’re unbearable,” you rolled your eyes, smiling.

— “Yep!” His voice sounded so pleased it might burst.

— “Your...uhg...”

it was silly really, your crush - your college classmate, used to live in the space across from yours. he had been kicked out by his landlord for “bringing too many people over.” he was a college student, for christ’s sake.

so the next person who took over was kuroo tetsurou, a working man who was three years older as per your flatmate’s intel. sure, he was hotter but you missed your crush. gone were the days of small talk in the hallway of your apartment building.

kuroo tetsurou (office worker, 24) was convinced that the cute uni student next door hated him. what he had done, he wasn’t sure but the lack of response whenever he tried to greet you made it quite obvious. he shouldn’t care really but not being liked by a stranger for no reason was unsettling.

however there were more pressing matters at hand. he parked his car in the basement and opened the backseat door, pulling out a small cage. tiny mewls could be heard from it and kuroo let out a sigh at what he had gotten himself into.

he took the cage upstairs, unlocking his apartment with one hand and placing the cage on the living room floor. he quickly changed into comfortable clothes and sat down on the floor in front of the cage. prying it open, he looked inside. three tiny pairs of eyes stared back at him.

two hours later, you opened the door to your apartment, looked around the hallway and closed it again. this was the third time you had done it this evening. where the hell was that damn meowing coming from?

you loved cats. the prospect of a cat hanging out in the hallway of your apartment building excited you. you were so sure it was there and then you would open the door and - nothing.

it was the fifth time that you opened the door when you finally realised it. the sound was coming from your crush kuroo tetsurou’s apartment. your body moved on its own and you rang the bell. you had no idea what you were going to say.

kuroo opened the door and peeked out. his eyes widened in surprise. he flashed a small smile. “good evening, how can i help you?”

you hesitated, “umm this may sound weird but…any cats in there?”

“oh yeah, um,” kuroo opened the door wider for you to peek in and spot the three kittens on the living room floor. you immediately cooed and looked at kuroo with slightly pleading eyes, “can i…?”

kuroo chuckled and let you in, “of course”

you immediately beelined towards the kittens and kneeled down on the floor. “you keeping all three?” you asked.

“i’m keeping none. i’m only looking after them for a few days till my friend finds them a permanent home.” kuroo explained.

you pouted at that. cute, kuroo thought. “you like them?”

“i love them,” you lightly brushed your finger against the black kitten’s head as it approached you curiously.

“take them then”

you deadpanned him, “do i look financially stable enough?”

he chuckled, “fair enough.” he took a seat on the couch as he watched you. the kitten had now climbed into your lap and you were trying to usher the other two closer.

“i could help you with the food and everything. you don’t have to pay for it. just keep them,” kuroo suggested.

“you hate ‘em or something?”

kuroo smirked, raising his hands in surrender. “i love them but that’s a lot of responsibility. i’m gonna have to work from home for the first few days and then come back home every lunch break for a month at least till they find someone to take them in. having you in on this would make it a lot easier on me. and i know you only have classes for the first half of the day”

“you know an awful lot about me,” you narrowed your eyes.

“hey, it’s not my issue that your roomie talks to me and you don’t”

you just hummed and held the black kitten to your chest while the orange one tried climbing onto you.

“so what do you say?” kuroo asked.

you took a moment before turning back and extending a hand towards him, “deal”

kuroo chuckled and took it, shaking it firmly. “i’m a dog person anyway”

you scowled. “i hate you even more now,” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

kuroo raised an eyebrow. “you…hate me?”

“i didn’t mean that”

kuroo poked your shoulder, “c’mon, tell me about it”

you groan, “okay fine…my crush used to live here before you moved in.”

kuroo let out a teasing “ooh~”

“shut up…” you blushed, forcing your attention back to the kittens.

“y’know the apartment was full of roaches before i moved in?”

you grew flustered, “that’s just how boys live!”

“i wasn’t like that in uni”

“he was a nice guy!”

“if you say so”

you huffed, turning to face him while holding up a kitten. “he’s being mean..” you mumbled to it.

kuroo laughed, taking it from your hands and placing it on his thigh. he pet it gently before looking back up at you, “so you in this 100%?”

you nod, “financial part on you though”

“no worries,” he handed the kitten back to you before grabbing the bag of kitten food and toys that he got from his friend.

the two of you took the kittens and their sparse belongings to your apartment. after making sure they weren’t in the line of fire of any dangerous object, you left to see kuroo off.

“take good care of them, alright? i’ll come over every evening,” he leaned against the doorway of his apartment as you leaned against yours.

you nod, “me or my flatmate would be here.”

kuroo nodded and turned to shut the door. he looked back at you one last time.

“oh and y/n? you can still have a crush next door. i don’t mind,” he winked before closing the door in your reddened face.

“Are you comfy, baby?” That signature smirk draws you in under that raven hair. “If you want, I can loosen these ropes.” Tetsurou’s hands reach up to your wrists that are bound together by red ropes that he found online.

The two of you have talked about using restraints, and he finally found some ropes that are good for the two of you. And when he showed you the color he picked, you couldn’t help but laugh a little, with a cheeky response from you too. But now, there’s no cheekiness anymore. Not when you’re bound to the bed by your wrists and ankles while not wearing any clothing.

“No, no, they’re fine, they don’t hurt my wrists or ankles,” you say, and look towards the other ropes on your ankles.

“You sure?” his eyes are soft, and so is his touch. You give him a small smile and nod.

“Yes, Tetsu, I am perfectly fine,” you respond. “Perfectly ready for you.” His smirk widens. Oh, you’re gonna get it now. His hand moves to your chin, and he slightly lifts it to be able to give you a sweet kiss—one of the only sweet things to happen for the next several minutes of your life.

“Well, since you’re perfectly fine, then I will do what I wish with you,” he whispers. You shiver with anticipation.

His hands continue to move down your body and stop at your exposed chest. He begins to squeeze your chest with your nipples hardening from the contact and your skin developing goosebumps. His movements are slow, agonizingly slow. He seems to pick up on your anticipation and moves his hands down again, and this time his fingers find your exposed pussy.

“Looks like someone is already quite wet, huh?” he mentions. “Someone’s been waiting for a bit, haven’t they?”

Before you can reply, his fingers find themselves deep inside your pussy and knock you into surprise.

“Ah!” you reply in your shocked state. His fingers are always so big inside you.

“Hmm, how many orgasms should I give my pretty baby before I fuck their tight cunt?” Tetsurou asks, the words make you drip like honey. You whimper for him to give you something, any kind of release from how deprived you’ve been.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you,” he promises with his fingers beginning to move for you. His fingers move effortlessly inside you, with his thumb grazing your clit just the way you liked being fingered by him. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Even though he asked you a direct question, your moans and squirms already gave him the answer he wanted without you needing to say anything.

His fingers move so quickly that it hardly takes any time for your first orgasm to crash into you. Your eyes roll back, and your body shakes while your pussy squeezes his fingers. Your cum coating his fingers sinfully. He doesn’t stop, even with your orgasm happening.

“Ah! Fuck! Tetsu!” you moan out. He doesn’t respond and instead studies you while finger fucking you. He would hate to miss seeing all your orgasms. You feel yourself begin to shake again. God, his fingers feel so fucking good, and he knows it. His fingers move in and out quickly, almost gliding with how much of your wetness coats them. You can’t hold back all your moans. Fuck, you’re being so loud, but you can’t help it. He’s doing so much, and you can’t move to calm yourself. You’re completely at his mercy.

You squeeze your fingers against your palms while your second orgasm of the evening hits you. Much bigger than the first.

“Hmm,” Tetsurou’s voice perks up. “Let’s say one more, huh?” Your eyes meet his; he’s as happy as he can be.

“O-One more?” you ask.

“Yup,” he says. “You gotta cum again before I fuck you full.”

“I-I do?” you ask. He playfully rolls his eyes.

“Don’t you like cumming? You questioning it?” he asks teasingly.

“No, no,” you reply. “Please continue.”

“Uh-huh, that’s what I thought,” he says. “But for this last one, I really wanna pleasure you, baby.”

To your surprise, he drags his fingers out of you and moves his body above you. His face is right near your pussy. Your wrists pull at the ropes while his tongue licks at your clit. The motion makes your legs move slightly. He loves the effect he has on you while he grabs your thighs, helping himself to you.

His tongue dives into your pussy, and you try moving your body along with him, but the ropes stop you and return you to your splayed-out position. He chuckles, seeing your body move, and continues licking your clit. His hot tongue is moving slowly. Your eyes close, savoring the feeling.

“Please, Tetsurou,” you whisper. He stops for a second.

“Begging me? Well, I can’t ever say no to that,” he says.

His face dives in, and his tongue is deep inside your pussy. His tongue explores every inch it can reach with his fingers, once again playing with your clit. He eats you out like a man starved. His jaw is hidden by your pussy, and his biceps decorate your thighs. Nothing is better than this.

“Mm! Oh my god!” you moan, your head thrown back. You tense up under him and feel your third orgasm build. He’s so good at making you cum so quickly. Fuck, it’s so good.

You couldn’t help it and cum once again, this time on his tongue. The best place to cum in your opinion. He raises his body, and you watch as he wipes his lips of your cum on the back of his hand.

“You came so much, baby,” he tells you. “Getting so worked up, aren’t you?”

“Tetsurou,” you say, your eyes are soft, showing how overstimulated you’ve become.

“Aww, you look so pretty all fucked out, baby,” he compliments. “You’ve gotten me all worked up, too, you know.” He gestures to his gray boxers with his eyes, and you follow the gaze to the boxers themselves. You notice the very prominent bulge that has been aching to be freed.

“Tetsurou,” you repeat, but this time it has a very different meaning, and he knows what you mean.

He slowly removes his boxers, letting you admire every inch of him. Your eyes fixated on his body. When they’re finally off, he lines his cock at your pussy. With how wet you are, he just slips himself right inside you.

The feeling of your pussy full of his dick makes you flinch and squeeze your walls around his dick.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Slipped right in.” His body over you and his mouth finds yours, and he kisses you. His mouth still tastes like your cum, and you love it. He grabs your ass from underneath you and begins to fuck his cock inside your pussy.

You moan into his mouth, not expecting the sudden movement. You can feel his smirk against your lips as he does the movement again. Just to surprise you again.

Before you can break away from his kisses, he fucks himself more and doesn’t stop to see your reaction. You want to move your hands to hold onto while he thrusts mercilessly into you, but once again, the ropes stop you.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says. “All tied up just for me, aren’t you? That’s just how I like you.”

His hips don’t stop, and the feeling of your pussy gets wetter as well. You’ll cum again this time on his dick, you just know it.

His hands squeeze your plush ass enough to leave marks as you hear him grunt and moan beside your ear. It’s so much. It feels so amazing.

“T-Tetsu, I’m cumming again,” you tell him, feeling the orgasm bubble up.

“Yeah? You gonna cum again? Go ahead then,” he breathes out.

With his words, you cum again, and this time it coats his cock and helps him to move faster than before. Your pussy squeezes him so tightly as you cum. His grunting becomes louder, and his cock begins to twitch within you. You know he’s getting close to his own orgasm. He must have really been struggling with his hard-on from earlier, since he normally takes a bit longer to cum.

He really wanted to pleasure you tonight. Despite him being the one to tie you up, and you wanting him to do with you as he pleased.

“Tetsu,” you moan as he slams himself inside you once more, and as he does so, you feel the gush of his cum flow into you. The feeling is sticky and full. There was a lot you could tell. The moan he let out whilst cumming was gruff against your neck.

He groaned when pulling his cock out of your pussy. His cum slowly leaks from you as he does so. He admires your tied-up state a bit more before moving to untie the ropes from you.

“I could get used to you being tied up,” he mentions while untying your ankles. “I was able to do whatever I wanted.” You give him a small smile.

“I liked it too,” you admit. “It was fun.”

“Oh yes, it was,” he agrees. “We gotta do it another time, too.”

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