Thread by @IDtsuKei

Nsfw nsfw #kurotsuki #krtsk (cw: spanking) where when things get to be Too Much for Tsukki, and he’s overwhelmed to the point of snapping at everyone, Kuroo included, Kuroo knows exactly what he needs. They’ve been dating a long time, they can both read each other like books.

They’re still working on Tsukki communicating somethings bothering him before he gets to the edge of the cliff, breakdown staring him in the face, but Kuroo understands that sometimes it’s hard for him to do that. Sometimes Tsukki can’t recognize he’s getting to that point until

He’s there already, every little sound irritating him, head filled with the bad static. He just needs something to ground him, a way to work out all of the frustration that’s been building and building. That’s where Kuroo steps in.

It’s a well hashed routine at this point.

Tsukki snaps at something seemingly innocent, and Kuroo looks at him knowingly, nodding. ‘Do you want to go to bed?’ He’ll ask as Kei scowls.

‘Shut up, you’re so annoying.’ But he goes, quietly though Kuroo can see his nerves jumping. Not because of Kuroo, Tsukki reassured him

Once. It’s just like he can’t sit still, like he’s got the energy to run around the apartment like a Hinata-type, but no will to actually do so. Kuroo cleans up their dinner quickly, throwing take out containers in the fridge and leaving the dishes in the sink for the morning,

Not wanting Tsukki to be alone too long. By the time he makes it to the bedroom, Tsukki’s lying face down, his head buried under a pillow to block out any background noise. He takes a second to admire his boyfriends naked form, the lean muscles he had picked up since joining the

Frogs. He gently brushed his fingers along Tsukki’s calf, not wanting to scare his boyfriend. Tsukki replied with a grumble from under the pillow, and Kuroo smirked, switching to his full hand as he slid them up further and further, heat pooling in his gut as his lovely Tsukki

Automatically spreads his legs open further, giving Kuroo free reign of his body. He was hit with the urge to take, bite and mark and claim Tsukki’s body anyone who looked at him could see Kuroo’s stake, but pushed it down. This was about Tsukki tonight, not him.

‘Clothes on or

Off, babe?’

‘On,’ Tsukki mumbles.

‘Okay. How do you want it?’ He asks, finally grabbing a handful of Tsukki’s ass. Tsukki huffs, tossing the pillow off and wiggling out of Kuroo’s wandering hands reach.

‘Just shut up and sit down.’

‘Mean, baby. Can’t even say please?’ He

Teases, complying with Tsukki’s demands. Tsukki doesn’t answer, but drapes himself over Kuroo’s lap, eyes squeezed shut. Kuroo’s hand stroke down his back gently, cooing as Tsukki shudders at his touch.

‘Tetsu,’ Tsukki whines. ‘Please.’

‘Yeah, okay baby, I’ve got you.’ He

Moves back to Tsukki’s ass, kneading the flesh gently as Tsukki wiggles, anxious to get on with it.

The slap that follows is loud, resonating throughout the room, followed by the beautiful sound of Tsukkis moan. Kuroo runs his hand gently over the reddening flesh, letting the

Tremor make its way through Tsukki before smacking the other side as well. Tsukkis breath hitching as the pain jolts him is like music to Kuroo’s ears.

‘That’s it, love, you’re so good,’ he coos, switching between gentle caresses and firm hits. Tsukki’s chest is heaving, but he

Holds himself in place still, arching his back further as Kuroo spanks him. ‘You take it so well, this is just what you needed huh?’ He sees Tsukki’s pitiful attempt at a nod, as each strike of his palm against his cheeks has the static filing out, making way for the pleasant

Fuzz that clouds his brain.

When they had first started this, Kuroo would have paused, not sure what the end goal was, but now he knows Tsukki to know this isn’t enough. He’s not quite to the place he wants to be, overwhelmed mind fully empty for once. Not much longer though,

He thinks to himself. Not much longer until he breaks.

Kuroo keeps up the pace until it happens, praise for how good Tsukki is, how perfect he is for Kuroo, spills from his lips as the room’s filled with the sound of the impact. Tsukki’s ass is burning to the touch, and his

Hips have begun to twitch with each smack. His chest is still heaving, breaths ragged. It takes only a few more slaps until finally, finally he breaks, hisses of pain and moans turning to sobs as he falls apart on Kuroo’s lap.

Kuroo makes a comforting sound, taking the hand he

Had been leaning on to bring it up to card through the hair on the nape of Tsukki’s neck, tracing a comforting path over his neck and shoulders as the other hand keeps alternating which cheek he’s hitting. Kei’s sobs turn to watery moans, as his hips twitch in full. His cock,

Ignored until now, was rock solid and dripping. Kuroo was glad he had changed into his ratty sweats when he had gotten home, happy that the soft fabric of them was in place of his usual rougher suit pants as Tsukki writhed against him.

‘Shh that’s it, love. Let it out, I’ve got

You.’ The combination of Kuroo’s touches to his neck, the cold air hitting his burning, probably bruised skin, and the friction against his cock is too much for Tsukki. He comes with a shout, his entire body shaking as it rolls through him. Kuroo coaxes him through it, talking

The entire time. When he’s finally wrung all that he can out of him, Tsukki melts into the bed, boneless. Kuroo smiles, and goes to pull back but is stopped by a glare. ‘Baby,’ he laughs. ‘Let me just go grab something to take care of you.’

‘Want me to help you?’ He slurs,

Looking at where Kuroo is tenting his sweats.

‘Nah, I’m good love.’ He kisses Tsukki’s face, brushing the tear tracks away. Finally, tsukki relents and allows Kuroo to grab their kit from the bathroom, and a warm washcloth. It’s quiet as Kuroo takes care of him, quiet as he

Rubs numbing cream into the blossoming handprints. Quiet as tsukki allows Kuroo to pull him to his chest, letting him float in the fluff for as long as possible.

Slowly, slowly, Tsukki comes back to reality. He doesn’t open up about his day until they’re eating ice cream in bed

At 2 am, because tsukki pouted stating that the couch would hurt to sit on. Then he spills, ranting about a shitty few days at work and practice, and Akiteru bugging him about this and that and how it all just piled up again. Kuroo listens, nodding where appropriate.

Tsukki

Thanks him afterwards, with his mouth sickly sweet with strawberry ice cream claiming Kuroo’s as he strokes him to completion.

End.