Just Another Day Simping For Iwa-chan Daddehy...

Just another day simping for Iwa-chan daddehy...😩🤚

-Thirst imagine-

Imagine, him fucking you with his tight suit and loose tie. Rubbing your swollen clit with his rough fingers. Gripping your hips until you see some marks. Squeezing your thighs as their climax approaches.

◇ Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Osamu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsuro, Matsukawa Issei

Baby feverr~

𓆩☆𓆪 kuroo has his first few moments with his baby girl

☆ notes: a brief addition to 'oh, baby!'. the birth of akira.

☆ warnings: none, just lovesick kuroo i suppose

☆ word count: 1.3kei

☆ reblogs and interactions are appreciated. X

small.

your daughter is so small.

she's so small, yet her presence is already so large.

as kuroo sits in his chair, he's frozen. unmoving as the specimen below him takes up his full attention. his shirt is unbuttoned and he holds his daughter, akira, to his bare chest to engage with skin ship.

he can't believe that the tiny person he'd been anticipating meeting was finally in his arms after nine long months.

this is much different than when he held his coworker's baby for the first time. the baby in his arms is a byproduct of him. and you as well.

he's a little scared to peek at her hair (maybe it's too early to tell anyways) but the eyes that stare back at him are his own. she has your nose and lips, which makes him smile.

he doesn't know it, but you had woken back up. but at the sound of his voice, low and mumbling, you don't move. only listen.

"forgive me, little one, as i have stared at you for a whole two hours and i haven't said a single word since. don't be like me, okay? staring is rude." he says.

the only reply kuroo gets is faint gurgling and babbling. a tiny, chubby hand reaches out up towards him and his eyes widen.

"i know, i'm sorry...i'm not used to this at all. i don't know what i'm doing." he continues, rocking his baby girl gently. he watches as akira clings her hand to his pinky and his heart swells.

"all i know is that i shouldn't mess up. that i need to give you a better life than i ever had." it's strange to hear kuroo so quiet and shy, but you knew he's just nervous. admittedly, he'd been more stressed about the arrival of you baby than you had been. it took kenma stepping in to calm him down. but this is all because of the pressures he's placed on himself to be a good father. of being a good husband.

"i'm never going to let you feel like you're alone. or that you aren't important. that's a promise." his free hand reaches out and squeezes your own, taking you by surprise. "i promise both of you."

you blink back the silent tears that roll down your face and instinctively squeeze back.

it's eerily quiet for a moment, and then, a small laugh.

"how long have you been awake?" you hear him ask.

you smile, opening your eyes wearily, wiping away the moisture. the exhaustion of child birth not yet worn off yet. "not too long." kuroo starts to fuss over you, but stops when you tell him that you're okay and don't need anything in the moment.

there's a faint dust of pink across his cheeks when his eyes meet yours. "thank you."

you blink, turning towards your husband again. "for what?"

"for giving me this gift. of giving me the opportunity to be something special to someone." he says, eyes glued to akira. it's different seeing him like this. in a fatherly role. he looks down at her with so much love, care, and adoration. it's different from how he looks at you, but it's comforting and sweet nonetheless.

"you're already someone special to plenty of people. to me. to kenma. to your other friends and family." you tell him, rubbing small circles into his skin. "she's just another addition."

"that's true," he hums, looking back, "but she isn't just anyone. just like you aren't." his hazel eyes glance at you lovingly and he leans over to kiss your forehead.

you bring your hand up to his face, attempting to smooth out the stress lines on his face. "it's not going to be easy, but we will work through this together, tetsu." you assure him. "and remember that making mistakes is okay. it's not the end all be all. we have to learn somehow."

he hums, not saying anything. he knows you're right.

"she's going to love you just as much if not more than i do. just look at her now." you giggle, nodding at how akira is curled up on kuroo's chest. it's somewhat comical to see him sit in the tiny chair. you can tell he's uncomfortable but doing his best to support your baby.

you sigh, holding your arms out. "hand her over before you kill your back, mister."

"but—"

"'but' what? stop being stubborn, tetsu." the minute you try leaving the bed, he panics finally and ends up moving to handing akira to you.

after carefully adjusting her in your hold to eliminate any fussing, kuroo scoots up to the edge of the bed, pulling a bag of your favorite shared food (courtesy of kenma).

"lemme feed you." he says, unpacking the plastic ware and opening containers.

you frown. "i'm not a baby, tetsurō."

he huffs, displeased by your response. "no, but you're my baby. you both are." he then pouts. "please?"

you oblige and make him let you do the same to him, because in your own words 'someone else has to make sure you're taken cared of'. there weren't going to be many moments were you could take care of each other like this, so you enjoy it while you can.

after eating, and feeding akira yourself, kuroo wedges his large frame onto the bed and cradles you both in his arms. the nurses will probably yell at him for doing so, but he argues it's worth the risk.

"didn't get to give you a kiss today." he tells you, a glum look on his face. he looks down at your lips and back at you with large eyes.

"you didn't, did you?" you tease, staring back at him. your free hand pulls his shirt collar so he's level with you.

he only leans in to kiss you, his large hand gently cradling your face. you sigh against him and he hums.

the quiet sound of fussing interrupts both of you and you pull away, looking at your daughter.

"you want one too, don't you?" kuroo asks, and kisses akira's head. "there you go, sweet girl." she babbles happily in response and he nearly cries on the spot.

you chuckle, "already a daddy's girl."

"you think so?" he tries to act humble but you roll your eyes.

"seems like you already know that." you say, closing your eyes. you feel his gaze still on you and raise a brow, "why are you staring at me like that?"

with his chin propped up on his hand he appears in a daze and says without hesitation, "you look so beautiful like this."

"like what?"

"like a mother."

"yeah, tell that to me again naked." you joke, looking away.

he smirks, "as tempting as that is, i think it might be too soon for—"

"you know that's not what i mean, you freak." you scold and he laughs, careful not to startle akira.

he rests his lips on the top of your head. "i'm serious. you are. most gorgeous woman i know." he hums, looking at you with a warm smile. a smile of truth.

"i guess you're not too bad yourself." you wink, leaning back into him.

you hear soft snoring beside you and freeze. you glance over to see kuroo, half shirtless still (and not that you're complaining), slumped over asleep. you forgot he'd been awake the entire time, keeping akira company as you slept. his excitement had finally worn off.

"your daddy is a very fragile man with a big heart." you tell akira, smiling down at her sleeping form.

akira doesn't know it just yet, but she has one of the biggest and most permanent imprints on her father's heart.

"so please. be gentle with him."

-Thirst Imagine-

What a sight to behold when your lover who's always the dominant between you two, handcuffed to the bed. Admiring this view, your lover can't stop squiriming as your stare melts them. You roam your hands on their body sensually. Feeling up their attractive and gorgeous body. Yours hands went to their inner thighs and spread them apart. Your lover moans as they feel your burning touch on their body.

• Kuroo Tetsuro, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Kenma Kozume, Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Kotaro, Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shoyo

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five times you fell in love with ushijima wakatoshi.

masterlist | sorry this is really long. I just love him sm <3

01. that one day when he walked you home and stayed for dinner. your mother had told ushijima she had never found the neighborhood safe, so he made it a point to walk you back everyday after his practices.

you came upon a startling realization during this time. ushijima was definitely raised like a gentleman. he would never let you walk on the outer side of the sidewalk. anytime you were on the outer side, he'd take a step back and go around you. always.

“thank you for dropping me home, wakatoshi,” you told him. it was a routine for you to say this and for him to reply that you shouldn't thank him for this.

“i am thankful though. especially for you not letting me walk on the outer side,” you explain and ushijima feels like he's been caught off guard. he did do it unintentionally most of the time, yes, but he makes sure of it when he's with you. its also partly because you sometimes get so carried away telling him about your day, he worries you might accidentally stumble on the street and he can't have that.

“you read me well,” he admits, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“well it's because i'm just happy to be graced by the presence of the ace of shiratorizawa,” you joke.

“you think too highly of me, you know that?”

“i don't see why I shouldn't,” you retort. “do you want to come in for dinner?”

you assume he's going to refuse since he has to be home in an hour to study and do his homework. and you know better than anyone that he doesn't take a single day off, no matter what. be it hail, sleet, snow or a tornado, ushijima would never rest.

he takes a minute to think till he replies, “yeah sure.”

you mask your shock well, you open the door and let him in. and you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach. maybe you don't view him as a friend, but something more.

02. when you told him he was boring. it wasn't intentional, no. ushijima is fun but just not without planning out the fun? so when you tell him that you're gonna go out in the rain, he's definitely hesitant to join. you don't force him to join you which he's grateful for.

but when he sees the smile on your face, as raindrops trickle down, he thinks to hell with it. you're awestruck when he does join in, his eyes taped shut, as he lets himself feel each raindrop falling on his skin.

“toshi” you call out, only for his eyes to meet yours, slowly adjusting to the light. you laugh and he thinks he's never heard a better sound.

“i’ve never done this before.t I wouldn't have, if it wasn't for you,” he admits, letting his rigid body go lose.

“don’t go all soft on me big guy,” you retort, a grin on your face.

“i can't help it.”

and you can't help falling in love with him either.

03. when you spent an afternoon in his childhood bedroom. ushijima’s mother had invited the two of you for dinner, telling you to take a look at wakatoshi’s old room.

volleyball and manga posters were lined on the side of his wall, with some of his trophies and pictures with his best friend tendou.

“can’t believe i’m lucky enough to be here,” you joke, a playful smile tugging on your lips.

“can’t believe i’m lucky enough to bring you here,” he responds, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“although I think I should be jealous because from the looks of this bedroom, it feels like you've been dating tendou,” you pointed at the wide array of pictures of the two.

ushijima throws his head back in laughter, “i kept our pictures hidden from mom,” he replies. you knew his mother was a little critical of his choices as a teenager. “wait–” he opened his cupboard and started rummaging through the drawers only to pull out a shoebox.

“this has all of our pictures,” he hands the box to you. you open it, only to find ushijima saving up not only pictures, but movie tickets, little letters you wrote for him, the bracelets you made, the cute doodles you drew on his notebook perfectly cut off alongside birthday cards and a childhood photo that you gave him.

“i never knew you saved all of this stuff,” you whispered. you never took ushijima for the sentimental type, especially not the one to save what you referred to as your ‘romantic garbage.’

“of course I would,” he shrugs. “it might be garbage to you but it meant the world to me and it still does. I save stuff till this day,” he admits.

this man really does catch you off guard, doesn't he?

04. when you were having a difficult time. while he's a world renowned player that definitely has more than enough on his mind given the upcoming championship, all of that becomes irrelevant when he catches you with tears sliding down your face after coming home back early from his practice.

“t–toshi, you're home?” you whisper, quickly trying to wipe the tears of your face. but you've never been a good liar and ushijima can read you with his eyes closed.

“what’s wrong, love?” he asks, immediately cupping your face with his hands, wiping your tears. “is everything okay?”

the dam breaks and he just pulls you into his chest, letting you cry your heart out. he shushes any apologies you cry out. why were you so adamant on thinking that you were a burden to him? burdens are pushed on people against their will and he sure as hell isn't here against his.

and you think, how lucky you are to have wakatoshi around.

05. when you find him drenched from the rain. ushijima was returning from his latest championship and you had already warned him of the thunderstorm ready to rain down on Tokyo. you find him and his suitcase looking as if they've crossed a tsunami on the way to the apartment.

“toshi,” you quickly rush to find a towel to wrap around him. “what happened?” you ask. “did the cab not drop you directly here?”

he smiles sheepishly admitting that he had asked the cab to drop him off fifteen minutes away. when you ask why, he pulls out the flowers and cupcakes he brought from your favorite bakery.

“and I also brought your favorite manga,” he smiles. “i just missed you so much these two months.”

you feel tears well up in your eyes as you hug him, “i missed you too,” you whisper, buried in the crook of his neck. you pull away, “go change quickly now, we can't have our star player being sick. dinner is almost done.”

“i love you, darling,” he says before heading inside.

and just as you thought you couldn't fall in love with ushijima wakatoshi anymore, he manages to prove you wrong.