"Come on... Just one more?"

There was no doubt that Kuroo loved your voice. It made his heart skip a beat. It made the rhythm of it lose the normally steady and composed path. A single word from your mouth was enough to send him into a frenzy. A single syllable leaving those goddamned kissable lips was enough to send him into a spiral.

Saying your voice was like music to his ears would be an understatement. Your voice was like a drug. A drug that Kuroo would gladly overdose on.

"Baby, please... For me?"

Now here Kuroo was, begging to hear your voice speak in your native language. It was attractive in itself whenever you spoke Japanese, and also English. But there was something different whenever you spoke Filipino. It might be because, obviously, it was your natal tongue. But does that explanation really make sense? What was the logic in that?

There was one thing for sure though, it was that Kuroo absolutely loved hearing you speak Filipino words. And hell, Kuroo doesn't even understand a single word of that language.

"Baby, darling... My sweet cheeks, honey pie..." Kuroo whined, his body slumped face down on the bed while you were sitting. The raven's arms were wrapped around your waist, his head buried in your lap.

"C'mon... It can be anything! Just one word or something—but please make it a long word, at least..."