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jhiw0 · 5 months
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⟢ tweets about you ! hq
synopsis: just lovesick boys 🤭
ft. atsumu tanaka noya suna oikawa sugawara kuroo kenma bokuto hinata
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quirrrky · 4 months
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—•✦ 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐
KUROO, your business partner and bestfriend, had one birthday wish and that's for you to attend a party as his fiancee, his fake fiancee
3k+ f!reader, friends to lovers, fake dating
ꨄ︎ happy birthday to the male lead of my life! wishing you'd finally show up for real now lmao
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“So Kuroo, you’re turning thirty this weekend, right?”  
“No, sir, just twenty-nine.” Kuroo gave a stiff and stony grin. Mr. Onitsuka, the CEO of the sportswear company he was trying to get as a sponsor, happened to be a rigid family man.
“Just twenty-nine...” There’s certainly some hint of disappointment with how it sounded from the older man.  
Kuroo gulped and bit the inside of his cheeks. This deal was his most important thus far. We’re dealing with one of Japan’s prestigious brands. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass, especially that he just recently got promoted as the Sports Ambassador for the Japan Volleyball Association. 
“Well, we can feature our players-” 
“You mean athletes.” Mr. Onitsuka corrected. 
Kuroo gulped and almost banged his head against the nearest wall. Of course, athletes! Not players.  
Not a “player” like...him.  
Who would’ve thought that his singleness was not a good credential for the strictly traditional man in front of him? Everyone who’d see the specimen of a man Kuroo was could tell that he had a high market value among the ladies, which screamed one thing. He must be a player! 
“Yes, that’s right. Athletes...”  
“Look, Kuroo, it’s clear that you had everything well-planned out.” Mr. Onitsuka closed the folder. “But I’m sure you can’t do all this by yourself...” 
“I know someone who could cover this partnership.” Kuroo beamed, excitedly. His face lit up like he had the most brilliant plan out of his pocket. “We’ve been together and conquered a lot by now. I would even bet my life to guarantee you that she is the best!” He pronounced, loud and proud. 
“I never heard about her before.” Mr. Onitsuka's expression changed into something a bit lighter. “So when did the both of you start together?” 
At last! He’s passing the test. Kuroo thought. 
“Oh, me and Y/N? We began working on a project about a year ago and we really hit it off so well. Our chemistry’s just...out of this world.” 
Kuroo’s phone rang with the Star Wars’ Imperial March, a ringtone you personally assigned for yourself. Mr. Onitsuka saw your name and said, signaling for Kuroo to answer the phone, “Your girlfriend.” 
In a slight panic, Kuroo almost juggled the phone in his hand. For a short while, he thought that he was now accepted by Mr. Onitsuka, however there seemed to be a misunderstanding. He wanted to clear it up, but he had to answer you first... 
“H-Hello...” Kuroo gulped. “How’s my girl?” He saw a tinge of disappointment on Mr. Onitsuka's face, and he got agitated, mindlessly spouting things off. “How’s my beautiful...” Of course, he couldn’t say girlfriend. “Bride...” Shit! That's too sudden, so he added. “...to-be.” Bride to-be? 
Oh crap. He ran his mouth without thinking. 
You laughed. “Wait...Are you drunk?” 
“Mhm hmmm...so drunk on you, only on you, babe.” Kuroo winked at Mr. Onitsuka, who was obviously enjoying the show he was putting on. 
“What have you gotten yourself again, Tetsu?” You cracked up and followed, “Hey...listen, I already reserved the bar for your birthday party. It’s all good now.” 
“You’re the best! Wait, love. Just hold on a sec, okay? I’m in the middle of a meeting, but I’ll be there in a heartbeat once this is done.” 
You scrunched your face, laughing. “What’s wrong with you? Are you being hit on by an old lady again?” 
Kuroo chuckled, genuinely. Oh...that smartmouth of yours... 
“Let’s talk about it in a few, alright? See you the soonest, sweetheart. Bye bye, love you.” He hung up and sighed apologetically at Mr. Onitsuka. “Sorry about that. My woman needs me.” 
“Then I suggest you go to her right away. You musn’t keep her waiting.” Mr. Onitsuka said, sounding more relieved to have found out that JVA Sports Ambassador Kuroo Tetsurou was a “committed” man. “If that’d be my wife, I’ll be having an earful by now.” The older man oddly broke his rigid exterior and laughed.  
“I’ll take that advice to heart,” Kuroo affirmed. 
“I’ll be sending the documents with my signature within the week.” Mr. Onitsuka extended his hand and Kuroo shook it. “It was nice meeting you, Kuroo. I’ll see you and your fiancee on your birthday party.” 
Kuroo chuckled, nervously. “Can’t wait, sir.” 
Now, he’s left with convincing you to be his future wife even just for a night.  
⋆ ˚ ꩜ 。 ⋆୨୧˚
As the new sports ambassador for JVA, Kuroo now carries the image of the sport, well, including its athletes. As much as it’s great to recognize that Volleyball athletes were good-looking, values such as commitment must be reflected as well. Kuroo knew that.  
Though he admittedly had a past of dating around and exploring his options, it wasn’t the deal now. Kuroo wanted to commit but...he wanted to be slow and careful... 
Opening up the door to the restaurant, he immediately spotted you browsing on your phone. He didn’t miss the look of the man seated beside you on one of the bar stools. He sighed. Another one of those bastards... 
Approaching you, Kuroo wrapped an arm around your shoulders and planted a kiss on your forehead. “So, how’s the check-up? Is our little peanut okay? I’m sorry I missed it.” He said, making sure that the man heard.  
You subtly rolled your eyes and answered back, “He just kicked inside me now like he wanted to kick you instead.” 
Kuroo acted animatedly amused. “Sounds like his mother. That’s too early.” Taking the other seat beside you, he swiveled your chair so you’re facing him.  
“Last week you put a ring on me and now it’s a baby.” You snickered. “What’s next, Tetsu? Retirement plan?” 
“Come on. I’m just being the best bestfriend there is. Plus, you have saved my ass a million of times too.” 
Indeed, you didn’t know when it started but you and Kuroo played as each other’s fake partner whenever you’re both being hit on by strangers you didn’t like.  
“Yeah, remind me to pose as your lovesick wife next time.” You joked and Kuroo rubbed his chin. 
“Maybe at my birthday party?” He suggested. 
You took a sip of your juice. “Yeah, sure.” 
“No, seriously, though.” He took your hand and held it firmly. “Mr. Onitsuka...” 
“Oh, Family Guy...” 
“Exactly! I...” He’s now starting to take out his greatest weapon, his sad boy pout and unfortunate doe eyes. 
Oh. “How did you mess up this time?” 
His hold on your hand tightened. “I might’ve made it seem like we’re getting married.” 
That explained the cheesy lovey-dovey petnames a while ago. 
You were speechless. Kuroo’s not the one to lie. He’s always the straightforward guy, so... “How the hell did that...” 
“I don’t know. Man, he’s been grilling me with my life plan, my age and all, that I had a slip-up.” 
Well, you’ve done this countless times before, but his birthday party was a different thing. His friends and some colleagues will be there. You looked at your joined hands and then back at his troubled expression. 
“Y/N, just for my birthday, please...” Kuroo pleaded, “Be my lovesick wife even just for that day.” 
⋆ ˚ ꩜ 。 ⋆୨୧˚ 
Kuroo leaned on his car as he marveled at you so breathtakingly beautiful in a red dress. Playfully, he whistled. “It might be hard for me to think this is all pretend when you’re doing some serious damage on me with that dress.” 
Equally, you admired how handsome he was in that black sweater, and got lost at the sight of him that you almost trip on your wat to his side. Almost.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you in check.” Lightheartedly, you set an alarm in your smartwatch. “You got me until midnight, love.” 
The two of you laughed. 
Today’s the big day. Tetsu’s birthday. And yes, the birthday part did get you to agree to his "proposal". 
In no time, you reached the little bar you rented. It was cozy and had a little dancefloor and disco lights that could make the activities later on at night extra special.
You assisted in arranging a party for him, inviting his close friends and some colleagues. No lies, you’re a little nervous. This was different from the strangers you’d been fooling. 
This is it...  
Kuroo pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by the waist. “You got this, sweetheart.” He brought your hand to his lips. You gave him a prim smile and he opened the door for you.  
You were welcomed by familiar faces which put you at ease, while he had a hand at the small of your back. All the worries you had earlier dissipated. Having Kuroo right next to you like this made you feel more confident.  
Though everyone had their eyes on the two of you, everything about this situation felt natural. The electricity that surrounded you...It was so strong. The chemistry you had the first time you met was glowing in front of everyone right now. You could tell that they looked at you and Kuroo like you’re made for each other.  
“Here comes the future Mr. and Mrs. Kuroo,” Kenma welcomed, mischievously knowing fully well what the both of you were up to.
Lev greeted, “Happy Birthday and Congratulations!”  
“What? I thought you two are already married!” Bokuto remarked, which shocked the both of you. “I mean... ever since you two got along, Kuroo talked about nothing but you. I even got a little sad because I thought I wasn’t invited.” 
Kuroo was just pretending not to be affected by all this, but he’s definitely dying on the inside as Bokuto ratted him out. Slowly, you tilted your head to sneak a glance at your “fiance”. 
“W-What?” he asked. 
You giggled and teased, “I didn’t know I’ve been on your mind a lot.”  
Kuroo just simply scoffed. This was totally not how he planned things to work out.  
Mr. and Mrs. Onitsuka finally arrived at the scene. Kuroo squeezed your hand as if you were going to face the biggest challenge of your life.  
“Kuroo,” The old man called as he patted Kuroo’s shoulder, “Happy Birthday, boy!” 
This was shocking. Mr. Onitsuka went from a scary strict dad to a friendly goofy one. It must be the effect of being with you.  
“Thank you, sir. Ma’am,” Kuroo acknowledged Mrs. Onitsuka’s presence, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.  
“Hmm...You sure know your way with the ladies.” The older woman complimented.  
“Gives me headache every now and then,” you said, playfully, which made the old couple laugh.  
“You must be Y/N,” Mr. Onitsuka shook your hand. “Now, I know why you got this boy to settle down.” He patted Kuroo’s chest twice. “You’re such a lucky man to have someone like Y/N right here beside you.” 
“See, even you could tell how bad she got me.” Kuroo glanced at you with an unexplainable softness in his gaze. “So damn bad.” 
The way he looked at you, his smile, his eyes, almost stopped your heartbeat. You felt so little...small? Cute? Weak in the knees? Excuse me. You’re probably smiling like a preschooler having a crush right now, but this felt like a fairytale. Someone must stop you. 
“You both looked so good together I wonder how you fell in love with each other.” Mrs. Onitsuka mused.  
Kuroo confidently replied, “It was love at first sight...” 
You choked up a laughter at his statement. Love at first sight? Crazy.... 
He raised a brow at you with a vexed and hurt expression on his face. 
“Hey, now! It sounds like a Hallmark movie. You can’t blame me,” you reasoned out.  
“But it was the truth!” 
Kuroo took a long and deep inhale. His eyes refused to look back at you as he explained, “When we met for the first time to finalize our partnership for the Volleyball video game project, I really thought you’re beautiful, and as lucky as I am, you’re also smart, funny and someone whom I found comfortable to be myself with.” 
Smiling, you recalled that moment. It wasn’t only him who felt that way that day. “Yeah...that’s...” ...what you felt too. You almost forgot this was all just a pact.  
The two couples found your bickering very amusing, which roused their curiosity even more. “Well...let’s go to the proposal. How did our lady’s man right here propose?” 
“I first asked her to marry me during the successful launch of our first project.” Kuroo shared to spark a memory in you, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. 
“What?” 
“You really can’t remember?” He complained. 
You explained, “I thought you’re just talking about our next projects to come.” 
He gave you a stare of disbelief like you’re the stupidest, silliest girl alive. 
You paused for a moment, trying to grasp what happened in the past when Mr. Onitsuka cut your musing with a laugh. 
“Those were the days...” Mrs. Onitsuka admiringly commented.  
Mr. Onitsuka sighed. “I guess we’ll leave you two alone then.” 
You and Kuroo bowed your heads as gesture, watching the older couple take their seats.  
A sigh of relief escaped the both of you and you looked at each other chuckling.  
“Let’s go?” Kuroo invited, taking your hand to pull you close to him until he had an arm around your waist. 
You nodded your head, giggling. For the rest of the night, you did nothing but that. He was greeted from time to time, but he’d always return his attention to you. He pulled your chair close to him and playfully fed you with spoonfuls that had your mouth full—ridiculously full that you were swatting his arm almost non-stop.  
You didn’t drink anything alcoholic, but it felt like you were tipsy. You didn’t know where this endless happiness was coming from. It’s that free bubbly feeling that just fizzled out inside you. You were always playful and childlike around Kuroo, but there’s something in this moment that was just different. It was like you were set free–free to express whatever it was you wanted to for a long time.  
Kuroo rubbed your belly, “Looks like our little peanut is getting bigger now.” 
You both laughed at his teasing. “It’s ‘cause you’re feeding me a lot, dummy!”  
“What can I say? I’m just simply being a good provider. Making sure that the love of my life is well-fed and happy.” He boasted and you rolled your eyes.  
Kuroo was so close to you, the warmth of his body surrounding you in full as he had you caged all to himself. Your body moved on its own and you laced your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. All of a sudden, you didn’t want to let go.  
You didn’t know why, but your heart was about to burst at any moment now. He’s right. You’re... “Happy...” You said with a muted voice. “Birthday, Tetsu.” 
Kuroo embraced you back and even tighter, closing his eyes firmly while he was holding you so close like you’re something that could melt away in his arms at any moment. “I’m happy. I’m very very happy right now, Y/N.” 
He parted a bit, cupping your face with both hands. You searched for his eyes, and he probed yours. Your gaze shifted to his lips while his did the same thing, lingering a little on yours. You swallowed.  
What is this? 
Kuroo bit his lip. His eyelids were getting heavy as he was reaching forward. You had your lips parting a bit, just enough so you’re breathing from the space between.  
What’s happening? What’re you anticipating? 
Slowly, your noses touched. 
Just a little bit more... 
But the speaker close to you started blaring, shocking you both from your little moment and made you laugh instead.  
Kuroo stood up and extended a hand, “Care for a dance?” 
You accepted, taking the dance floor with him. He had his hands on the sides of your waist as you both swayed to the music. Your eyes were not leaving each other’s as you both got lost in the moment, cheeks hurting from the smile that won’t just fade away. 
“Screaming, I testify that we'll survive the test of time they can't deny our love.” The lyrics blazed all over and you let yourselves loose, singing the song together. “They can’t divide us. We’ll survive the test of time. I swear that I’ll be right hereeee!” 
You both burst out laughing at each other with how your voices cracked, failing to hit the high note.  
“I don’t know why it feels like I’m drunk right now,” Kuroo pondered fondly.  
“Drunk on me?” You teased, recalling what he said on the phone last time. 
“Most likely,” he smirked and returned, “You know I didn’t have any alcohol.” 
You laughed. “Yes, because that mouth of yours may run some BS again.” 
“Oh...” He scoffed and rebutted, “You speak as if my mouth is only good at talking.” 
Your quirked a brow up. “What else would it ever be good at?” 
You’re really getting him so bad like this, huh.  
The look in his eyes turned dark and he bit his lip. He stopped dancing, pulled you closer and whispered, “A lot of things.” 
His gaze slickly traveled down your lips thirstily taking in how he wanted them so bad. He grazed back to pin your eyes with a serious stare that showed how he’s already at his limit. You gulped, air got stuck in your chest. You were lost at the sight of his handsome face being accentuated by the colorful lights that you failed to ready yourself when he placed a hand behind your head and brought your lips together. Your eyes automatically closed, arms snaked around his body as he had a hand at the small of your back. Your lips danced, gobbling each other passionately, intensely. You’re taking one another’s breath.  
At that moment, only the two of you existed, intoxicated by each other’s taste and fully consumed by the fire inside you that finally came blazing after a long time being kept hidden. 
Miya Atsumu whistled. “Man, this got me frustrated.” 
“Ugh, get a room.” Oikawa chided, bitterly. 
“Just admit you’re jealous nobody wants to kiss you that way,” Iwaizumi rebutted while Kenma had his phone up, streaming the entire show.  
Your smart watch started alarming, cutting off your kiss. You glanced. It’s already 12 o’clock, which brought you back to reality. This...This was all just an agreement. An odd stabbing pain hit your chest. You looked around and the Onitsukas were nowhere to be found. They must’ve gotten home already. Your heart was knocking loudly in your ear, and you just looked at Kuroo painfully confused. 
All these emotions... 
“Excuse me,” you said, and briskly walked outside the hall.  
Your hands were cold and trembling as you placed them over your lips. It’s done now. You couldn’t run away from it anymore. For so long, you’d been telling yourself it was all just friendship even if you knew that all this time, the person you wanted to be next to you was just him.  
With this heavy feeling in your heart, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle denying anymore. You love Tetsurou more than just a friend. 
“Y/N!” You heard him called out, and you shut your eyes firm.  
You’d just end up broken if you’d keep on pretending. 
Kuroo held your elbow, and you were swept away when he spun you around so you were facing him. He had you in his arms, with his hands clasped at the small of your back. 
“Tetsu...” You placed a hand on his chest, putting up a boundary. “Mr. and Mrs. Onitsuka went home already.” 
“And so?” He answered, noting that you’re not pushing him away. 
“I-It’s already past 12,” you reasoned out with a shaky voice. 
He bumped his head into yours. “We can have it extended, you know?” His tone was almost begging.  
You chewed on your bottom lip. “What do you mean?” Your heart stammered so hard against your ribcage.  
“The love at first sight, the proposal...they’re all real for me, Y/N.” His voice was staggering that you could feel how nervous and scared he was. Scared of losing you and letting this moment slip away. He might not get another chance. “I slipped up that you’re my bride-to-be because that’s what I’ve been wanting to happen all this time.” He ran the tips of his fingers across your cheek. “I love you, Y/N and should’ve shown you how much a lot earlier”  
“Oh, Tetsu...” you smiled at the brink of tears. “You’re such an idiot!” You lightly smacked his shoulder and scolded, “I thought I’m gonna be single forever because of you, dummy!” 
You both laughed, finally feeling the freedom of having things all let out in the open. 
Leaning close to your face, he teased you with his lips lightly grazing against yours as he spoke. “You’re still not answering me...” he muttered under his breath. “It’s past midnight now. Are we extending?” 
You smiled against his lips and asked, “For how long?”  
Kuroo grinned, pressing your noses together. “Indefinitely.” 
And you answered him with a kiss, knowing that you both won’t have anyone standing next to you aside from each other, indefinitely.  
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shidouryusm · 4 months
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✿༝༚༝༚ Wrapped in red ✿༝༚༝༚
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・❥・Kuroo x reader
・❥・synopsis-> hey siri, what are the consequences of surprising your fiancé with a lingerie under a coat for his birthday?
・❥・ word count-> 5.6k words (nobody look at me)
・❥・content warning-> mdni, explicit smut, fem!reader, cun!lli!ngu$
・❥・a.n -> this is the last time I'll be reposting this if tumblr still doesn't like me I got nothing to do. Tagging a bunch of my mutuals so that atleast they can enjoy. may your cheese rot tumblr. Also happy kuroo day ignore I'm this late everyday is kuroo day stfu. dividers by @cafekitsune , @benkeibear and @quirrrky
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Kuroo can feel the chills of the winter already settling in mid-November. The expanse of his living room is veiled with a thin layer of frigidness. The tiles were cold and a siren of silence rings through till the ends, until the little clock resting on the small table breaks through the curse with the beginning of a new day. 17th November. He stares at the clock. The slick hands points to 12, busy announcing his 29th birthday. It is a small, black, cat shaped clock that you found from god knows where and gifted him out of blue. Your justification being “it looks like you”. Kuroo snickers at the sudden wave of memory.
A whole lot of other things around his house are also extensions of you – the little section of potted plants on the shelves, the matching coffee cups, the red mittens hanging over the oven handle, kitchen magnets comprising pictures from both of your trip to Paris. They all are like pockets of your shadow scattered around, giving little hints of the day when you’ll ultimately mark your reign as the Mrs. of this house.
But as of tonight, each of them wildly indicates your lack of presence. Kuroo discerns that the silence was not any call of winter, rather it’s the sheer absence of your chortles and excited squeals around the house, especially tonight.
Kuroo was never that big on celebrating his birthdays, being on a competitive position in corporate asked for lot of compromises and Kuroo had wired himself to do that in his early years on job, not caring about forgetting his birthdays and stuff. Still, he manages to dig up time when it comes to yours or others. The man that he always is - relentless in his acts of services. 
However, you being around never quite made it possible for Kuroo to actually forget about his day. Always the more excited one, the best planner and as always, a little better than the previous years. Whether it be by throwing a grand party in a club for him or just by yourselves, with home cooked mackerel and rice, catching the golden sunset above and just savouring the day with a casket of good memories to look back on. Or it may be simply you by his side that makes each of his birthdays something to look forward to, even while being clutched by stress and non-stop work.  
He was indeed getting spoiled by such pampering because, as of this moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to be around you. To bask in the incessant warmth of your hugs and engulf himself in the pool of your kisses. Fuck. he really wishes you weren’t drowned in your work right now just so your singsong voice of Happy Birthday could reach his ears the first. He peers at his phone, several texts from his co-workers and friends wishing him were flooded in his notification bar, along with your last text, sent over an hour ago. 
Love♡♡ : work is so crazy right now, they should pay me for even gracing them my time this late >:(( anyways, good night. love you tets <;33
Nothing after that. He stares at the text. You weren’t online which meant you are either too busy in work or have already fallen asleep…without wishing him? 
A small twinge of hurt pinched his heart at the thought of it. Although he tries to reason it with your pressure at work. But it’s been like this for a few days, you completely submerged in work, barely getting the chance to even facetime, not being overly zealous atleast 3 business days before his birthday.
The little red demon above his head tries to play tricks yet his heart works with rationale – leading two projects at the same time meant things will slip up. Distance may be bound to form. Who knows? even paths of life may deviate from one another and eventually-
His train of thought cuts short by the sharp ring of the doorbell. It’s 12:30 already. Kuroo internally pleads that it’s not some surprise by his former teammates because without you, he doesn’t think he will indulge even a slightest bit. 
The door swings open and so does kuroo’s jaw. You, in your full glory, a ginormous beige jacket wrapped all over you, hair dishevelled from the wind, yet framing the most beautiful face in the world, stand at the threshold, panting and holding a large box of what seems like a cake. 
“Oh my gosh tetsu, I was almost about to punch the baker. Dumbass messed up my whole timing”
Kuroo was still busy steadying himself but he shifts from his place, allowing you to scoot past him and settle yourself in the dining seat, placing the cake there. 
Weren’t you asleep? Weren’t you way too busy to come? What is going on? 
He looks at you, making yourself comfortable at his space, like you are just meant to fit inside these 4 walls. The frosty silence suddenly vanishing by the cauldron of warmth you bring with you everywhere. He can’t wait for the day when it will be regular sight. 
“Baby, are you gonna stand there the whole night?” you giggle, striding towards his still figure beside the doorway. You hook your arms around his waist, your head tipping back as you stand on your toes, planting a soft kiss over his lips.
Kuroo’s eyes flutters shut as he draws himself into every fleeting moment of this kiss. His hands find your cheeks and large palms cradles them as gently as a rose petal, head dipping down to take in more of the feeling of your lips against him. The taste of your cherry balm engulfing him. 
You part from him, merely inches away as your lower lips bruses against each other. You whisper into the small gap, “Happy Birthday, my love. I’m not too late, am I?” 
“Doesn’t matter when your wish is what makes it worth. I almost thought you forgot” he hums, hands curling up against your neck, urging you to look at him. You crane your head up, meeting those honeyed eyes pooling with a multitude of emotions. 
“Awe you miss me that much? I have been real quiet this year on purpose. Trying something a little different”, you cheekily say, poking your tongue out. Kuroo quirks an eyebrow, “always a step ahead, aren’t you?”  he pecks your forehead while a small whisper of “I love you. Thank you for making this day something to look forward to” grazes over your skin. Your feel the kaleidoscope of butterflies zooming inside your ribcage, for the way his words echoed through the drums of your heart. As if the resonance between his and your heart just created more love to harbour.
"Tetsu", you grab his face, dipping his tall frame downwards to place another kiss. This time between his eyes. Hoping this kiss was equivalent to the million words he said with those gaze a few seconds ago. 
You take his hand, pulling him towards the cake, “now now,  it’s not the time to be all mopey. I fought for this cake and now you get to commemorate this day of high significance”. Kuroo chuckles, you were full of beans indeed. 
To think just a few moments back his thoughts were spiralling, he registers that that how much you being by his side grounds his inner monologue of hidden insecurity. Kuroo is always the epitome of  confident man but the inner cloud of anxiety yet rumbles time to time. Until, your presence acts like the yellowy sunshine after rain, banishing any grey thoughts that dare to delude him. 
“Why such high significance, may I ask?” you roll your eyes, amusement twinkling in your eyes and you answer like this is the most simple question ever, “Because you got to be born and be my boyfriend and then my groom-to-be, duh”, wiggling the left ring finger, you laugh. Shaking his head, he tunes into the peals of laughter with you. He cuts the cake, feeding you a piece before noticing you were still in your coat. 
“Baby, are you that cold? You know you could wait a bit more for your winter cloth haul” he gestures at the neck high coat. You squirm a little. He finally noticed.
“y-yeah, I know. there’s a…reason”, you send a sheepish smile on his way, effectively avoiding his gaze. 
Kuroo reaches towards you, curious at your shift in demeanor. He leans down, meeting your gaze with his ever sharp ones and you found yourself faltering a bit, heartbeat pacing higher than normal. 
“Princess, are you okay? you got a fever?” he runs his hand over your forehead to which you shake your head. Taking his fingers in yours, your fingertips glides over his knuckles. Unable to stall in any longer, you slung your arms around his neck. 
“Actually, I have your gift”, bringing your mouth closer to his ear as you whisper, “right under”, you murmur. His hand is now brought on your lower back, the feel of your skin right underneath the coat, clearly evident. 
Kuroo sucks in a breath, catching on to your innuendo immediately. Palms migrates towards your shoulder blades where he can feel the thin strap and bare skin over the coat. Curiosity killed the cat and now he just got fucking murdered.
“Hmmm? Should’ve said it earlier, princess.” kuroo hums, a mellowy timbre coating his voice. You gulp audibly, anticipating his moves. 
His hands trail over your shoulders, reaching up and stop around the collar of your coat, playing with the top button as he flashes his Cheshire like smile. Demeanor changing from concerned to smug in a flash of light. You keep your eyes on him, heavy breaths escapes your nose and mouth. Kuroo leans forward, his voice now merely a whisper tickling your ears.
“Should I guess what my present is?” he asks coyly. You can feel the teasing glint the words carry.  
“You can open it already, y’know?” your voice had an air of neediness, wanting nothing more than to indulge in his touches and losing yourself in him for the night. 
Kuroo tuts, shaking his head in faux disappointment, “tsk tsk tsk. it’s my present, princess. Let me enjoy it. in my way”. With that, he flicks the button open, his eyes catching a hint of red around your neck. A dark chuckle escapes his throat.
“Red, huh? You surely did some homework before”, another button pops open, this time, the base of your throat open up and a little red ribbon wrapped around the middle like a bow greets him. 
Kuroo felt his heart thrumming loudly, imagining what he could find after fully unbuttoning your coat. The suspense of the act spiking his blood and rushing downwards towards his crotch, he can already feel himself getting hard. God, you really knew how to outdo yourself every single year. 
Kuroo presses a kiss right beside that bow, feeling your erratic pulse against his lips. It curls into a smirk, right against your skin. You tip your head back, eyes closing and hands finding their way to the hem of his shirt. 
“Uh-uh, princess. Not so early.” Kuroo envelopes his hands over yours, before bringing them together behind your back, caging you between his hold. His right hand, once again,  flits back in its previous mission while his left hooks both of yours ; effectively locking them behind your back. “Not until I’m done unwrapping my present”. A kiss plants underneath your ear; the skin tingling with its effect. 
“You sure are taking a hell lot of time” you scorn. Kuroo chortles, popping another button open. This time a part of your sternum peeps out, he can make out the hint of cleavage from the skin exposed. More blood runs downwards and kuroo fights the urge to tear the coat off and bend you against the table to ravage you then and there. 
“Good things take time, princess. Moreover, you seem to enjoy it.” Kuroo muses, his hips roll against yours and you could feel the hardness of his crotch brushing up against your lower belly. “Take this as a punishment for being late to my birthday” he opens another button and the lace cupped cleavage makes their way.
“But it wasn’t my fault.” you pout. You’re so adorable, kuroo thinks. He laughs under his breath before pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. His hands trail over your sternum, dipping down towards the fat of tits spilling out before he ghosts over them ever so slightly, drawing a whine out of you from the untouched touch. 
“Oh but you were…” he drawls, “to think you went outside like this. Being a naughty little girl, are we now, princess?”. You open your mouth to say something  but his lips silences yours. His tongue almost immediately finding its way in your mouth and playing with yours. 
The kiss was sloppy with the way kuroo laps at your top lip, engulfing it in his mouth, saliva smears over your upperlips and drips down your lowers. The steamy makeout session in addition to the his hips grinding against your coat covered crotch leaves you staggering. 
One by one, he unbuttons the whole coat till the end, each time kissing a part of you he passes in the process, to all the way down, where he is kneeling. He looks above to see your figure hugged by this beautiful dark red fabric, only covering the bare necessities. 
He is eye level with your bare thigh, the plush skin adorned by a thin lacy garter, linked to the equally thin panties with a small band of cloth. You feel his hand runs across the back of your thigh, the cool band of your engagement ring gliding smoothly over your skin. The pads of his fingers dip down a little deep when he reaches your almost bare ass. 
“Fuck. what I’d do to you” you hear him murmur against your lace clad thigh. He scrapes his teeth against the fabric, peeling it off and exposing the beautiful skin out. The sharpness of his teeth mingles with the softness of his lips as he sucks and nips at the skin, leaving a purple well of mark around that area. Your breath hitches as you feel the dull throb of the hickey while he continues his ministration all over your inner thighs. 
“We better take this to the room before I end up taking you right here” his teeth still ghosts over your skin, now attaching around the band of your garter, tugging it gently before releasing it back, the elastic smacking your skin, causing a whine to tumble out your throat. His actions causing your pussy clench around the fabric.
He continues his journey up with his mouth before reaching your pussy. The material doing nothing to hide the outline of your cunt and looking closely enough he sees the dampness that is caused by your arousal. His fingers join in, smoothing upwards over the fabric gently. A moan leaves your lips, with the way he is being tantalisingly slow. If you could, you would have shoved his fingers inside. 
“Already wet and I barely did anything, baby. Wait for the real action atleast” his voice sardonic and praising simultaneously. He plants a kiss right over your crotch before trailing upwards. 
“Tetsu, you little-” you whine to which kuroo snickers. He loves you to death but he loves it more than anything when he is edging you and you are writhing and pleading.This is when he gets the chance fill you to brim with pleasure. The power surge he gets from this is immeasurable, when nothing leaves your mouth except his name. 
“What, my darling?” kuroo kisses below your navel, his lips smoothing over the surface with no friction. He peppers your stomach with nips and kisses before reaching under your breasts. A small kiss between the valley of your tits and then he finally rises up. He caresses the sides of your breats before holding you by your waist, squeezing you gently,pulling your figure flush against him. His hardened member now rocking against you with less obstruction. 
Kuroo tugs the coat off of your shoulder and it pools around your ankle, revealing your whole set to your fiance. Kuroo gawks at your figure, as if time stopped its track for him to drink your body with his eyes. 
“God you’re fucking beautiful” his voice low and husk filled. Kuroo peppers kisses on the curve of your shoulders, hiking his lips up into the crevice of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses trailing towards your jaw.
You have always been the prettiest for him but this colour on you has popped out every feature of yours in the most alluring, elegant way. Kuroo huffs out short breaths as his eyes find it difficult to tear away from you, he eyes you from down to up before his eyes land on that ribbon. 
Oh fuck that ribbon. The way you made yourself like a present, kuroo is positive there isn’t any better gift in the whole planet than the one before his eyes. His lips find you again, passion and lust permeating through the kiss. His hands reach up to your breasts and he gives them a good squeeze. The nipples pert and poking through the cloth against his palm.
He guides your body along with his towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss, stumbling along the way but nonetheless reaching towards the edge of the bed. He pushes you, still connected with your lips, cradling your head before you fall into the heap of soft mattress. His body hovers over yours and one of his knees positions dangerously close to your cunt. 
“We gotta take this off before I tear it and that is the last thing I wanna do” kuroo husks, his hand deftly working their way to take off the top. 
Not that it did anything to cover what’s underneath, yet as he removes the bra and sees your tits spill out, he couldn’t help but take one in his mouth. Fondling the other one with his hand.
The feel of his mouth finally somewhere on you has you teetering on the edge, you let out out a moan. Your hands rake through his ink black locks while he tugs you nipple with his teeth. His knee presses against your almost bare pussy the sensation spikes your insides. 
Your hands reach for his shirt once again, urging him to take it off , to which he obliges but not before remarking something about it. 
“Can’t wait to see me naked, guess I can indulge in your desire a little bit”, you roll your eyes. Smug bastard. You feel him shift downwards, his knees touching the floor while leaving you sprawling on the bed, he adjusts your legs around his shoulders before scooting downwards.
His hands plays around your nipples, twisting and turning while his mouth travels south. He lets his teeth do the work, pulling at the underwear and tugging it off of you, finally letting the sight of your clenched cunt soothe his eyes. The way he keeps a unbreaking eye contact while doing the dirtiest of act makes your arousal seep down your cunt even more. He tugs the panties halfway through before teething at the garter again, slowly dragging it across you skin and pulling it off. 
“Practising for the big day, princess” he grunts, taking them off of you fully. You let out a light croon, even amidst the unholy acts of provocation, the gentle reminder of your promised near future sends you into a blissful train of thought. 
Kuroo’s sharp nip at your inner thigh brings you back. He stares at you with drooping eyes, silently challenging you to not break the contact as he lowers himself over your slit. He licks a stripe of your pussy, the feel of his tongue like millions of fireworks inside your nerves. You silently breath out a gasp while kuroo begins his onslaught of kitten licks over your cunt. Gradually reaching to your clit. He presses a kiss over the nub before capturing it with his mouth, gently sucking on it.
His tongue flicks your now swollen clit as you rock your body, bringing him closer, as if it’s anyways possible. Your mingled sounds of squeals and moans and whines mixes with the soft squelch of his fingers entering you. He prods them gently over your walls, knowing where to stretch and poke to evoke the most raw reaction from you.
“Tetsu…fuck...aah..” your voice are nothing more than little tufts of breaths as he shifts his pace every so often, while never leaving your puffed clit unattended. The alternate of his tongue and fingers works wonders to roll you over the edge. 
“Cum for me, baby” you hear his raspy voice vibrating across your skin, he sloppily makes out with your slit before driving his tongue inside, his face tilts as he tries to reach as deep inside you as he can. The grip of his hands on your thighs tightening. His cock feels heavy and the burning desire to replace it with his tongue flames his inside – but not before he makes you cum like this atleast twice. 
Two of his fingers drum over your clit while his tongue prods inside you. His jaw hurts but nothing matters when he gets to see the expression he draws out of you. Mouth falls open, while your head tips back. Not giving a damn about keeping eye contact because fuck if you could have exploded out of your body, you would. 
Kuroo groans at the irresistible feel of your essence around his tongue, “tastes so good for me”, he hums around your pussy. You could feel the wave of arousal waiting to burst and as you hear the words escape his mouth, your body reacts on accord. Back arches beautifully as you release yourself against kuroo’s lips.
Your mind levitates in the cloud of bliss while you feel Kuroo laps at your essence, the drag of his lips against you too euphoric. to joyful to get down from. But even while being on the daze, you feel Kuroo going at your pussy once again. 
“T-Tetsu…hnnggh”, you can feel the added force that his tongue applies as it drives inside you once again. 
“You thought I’d leave you to come around my tongue only once.” he rasps, his nose brushes against the overstimulated clit. He nuzzled himself against your cunt, his hands reaching over your ass and kneading the soft flesh. You let a wanton moan, too loud for the neighbours to not hear. Kuroo smiles, tongue thrusting inside your cushiony walls even more. 
You could feel your body quivering, preparing itself for another wave of orgasm not long after the previous one. You tug at his hair, your nails scraping against his scalp. Your other hand grabs at your breast to hold onto something. A sight Kuroo savours from behind his bangs that cover his face.
“I’m gonna…” you whine, thighs jolting around his arms while he keeps them locked. “Make a mess around my face, darling. Let go.” Kuroo was getting delirious at your taste. His cock nearly bursting his load in his pants. He rubs against the board of the bed, releasing some friction. He can sense your orgasm looming and naturally, he increases the pace, tumbling you over the edge for the second time. His teeth grazes the clit, giving it some attention before a harsh suckle has you going for the 2nd time that night. 
Your back arches, juices spraying out of your pussy. Kuroo is enthralled seeing you this dirty, this sexy, this sinful. You didn’t hold back  your sounds either, sweet melodies of his name with pleasured moans ringing throughout the room and satisfying Kuroo’s ears as he succeeds in making you spent. 
Not that he intends to stop yet.
Your body is still quivering, the afterwave of the pleasure still gushing inside your body. Kuroo caresses your thighs and hips, coaxing your body to relax. 
“You did so well, my sweet baby. looking gorgeous cumming around my face like that”, kuroo engulfs your mouth, his tongue shoves yours around and you decide to suck the tip of his tongue, relishing in the tangy essence of yours. A moan erupts from the man above as your wrap your hands around his sculpted back, losing yourself in the kiss. 
Kuroo helps you get down from the high before flipping you over. You notice the way he positioned you both, you are right in front of the dressing mirror. 
When did he even do that? 
Kuroo kneads your ass from behind, while another hand grabs your chin to make you look at the mirror. 
“Eyes up there, baby. Watch how I fuck this little pussy into oblivion”, you can feel his clothed cock grinding against your ass. Whimpering, you wiggle back, feeling more of him, causing Kuroo to suck in a breath.
“Behave, darling.” Kuroo lightly smacks your ass, watching the flesh ripple and groaning at the sight. 
You look over your shoulders at him. He looks so broad, the toned sculpture of his long hours at gym and sports really gifted you with a goldy sight. His face flushed with crimson and copper eyes blown out with lust. The contour of his abs to sexy to not gawk 24/7. His sweatpants are already hung low, cock whipped out, hard and swollen. The tip angry with precum dripping down the globes of your ass. You try to shift back, intending to return the favour he generously gave you a while back. 
But Kuroo , not-so-gently puts you back on your position, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you against the sheets. Your ass hiked up more to flash the clenching pussy in the air. The cold draft blowing around your sticky folds making you shiver. 
“Tetsu!” you exclaim, as he starts dragging his length over your folds, adding more of his arousal with yours, the spot lubed and moist for Kuroo to slide right in. 
“What did I say about behaving, princess? Are you looking for to get punished?” his voice dark and menacing, only reserved for you, in the bed. You shake your head, eyes locked with his through the mirror. Your nipples brush against your sheets with the way you are bent, adding more to the sensation.
You try to tug off the red ribbon, not wanting any ounce of fabric on your skin when kuroo grabs your hand, harshly. Hooking it over your back, he hikes your body up a little higher, his cock straight against your fold, the tip hitting snug the clit. His eyes are narrowed, eyes a little menacing, 
“Don’t you dare take that off. This stays on.” his voice low. You mewled an okay, too entranced with the way he looks behind your back to notice his manhandling. 
“That’s my girl”, kuroo hums before sliding inside you with ease. The remnants of previous shenanigans making it easy. Your mouth falls in a O as you feel the ridge of his cock gliding past your walls. With each of his inch bottoming inside you, you let out a moan, voice deliriously filthy. The sounds like a dulcet for him. 
He rams the last of his inch at once, making your body lurch forward. Your face scrunched in a beautiful frown, teeth digging at your lips. Hair falls over your face as you dip your head down to adjust to his size.  Kuroo becomes too busy admiring your features through the mirror. You look like a goddess, a goddess he brought down on her knees before him. 
He was probably too enticed because it wasn’t until the roll of your hips around his pelvis that dragged him down to where he was. “T-tetsu. movee” , he hears your plead. 
“As you say, baby girl.” kuroo starts drilling his cockinside, sliding in and out of you, the head colliding with the gummy walls near your cervix. You were pushed forward with the intensity of his thrust yet the feeling of his prominent vein grinding inside your wall was too heavenly to complain.
It was him and you, intertwined with each other, knocking the door of lust but beneath it was promises of love.  
The grip of his fingers around your hip was deathly. It sure is gonna leave a dent. Kuroo grunts and groans as he watches the base of cock froth with both of your juices. The squelching sound everytime he enters you fills the room along with the slaps of the skin. 
You could feel his balls hitting you right above the clit, light strokes against them making you dizzy . His hands snakes around your stomach, reaching your clit. He takes the nub between his two fingers, rolling them around and pinches it. You squeal at his actions, back bending away from him, but the grip of his arm around keeps you flush. 
“Your pussy is made right for me. Almost made me bust a nut the moment I slid my cock inside, sh-shit. so fucking tight and clenching” , his words are so vile, yet so sweet to hear. He bends down, back flush with his chest as he presses a hoard of kisses around your nape and shoulders. Suckling the skin and leaving out purple marks in its wake. 
“Tetsu..more…you feel so good against me” you cry, eyes rolling with the way he is snapping his hips against yours. The constant assault over your g-spot inside and the clit outside once again announces the impending avalanche. 
“More you say? Greedy girl.” he rasps before hoisting you up, one hand still playing with your clit while the other finding your left breast. 
Cupping the whole fat of it, he squeezes the mound hard. His hips unrelenting with their strokes. The bed creaks from the sudden movement. The headboard banged against the wall once. Now the neighbours are definitely gonna know.
“So fucking beautiful. Truly the best gift ever, princess. I love you so much”,  you turn sideways to face him, his molten amber eyes mirroring the heart eyes you are sending him across. 
You capture his lips in a soft kiss, your hands reaching his face to cradle the sides and pulling the front tufts a little. Vibrations of hums and moans share between you two in the kiss, while both your bodies work on their own accord. The golden light of the  lamp falls over your skin, the golden iridescence  reflecting of your skin makes you nothing less than a fallen angel. The halo like glow of your body makes Kuroo's heart gallop loudly. Makes him wonder how he managed to find someone as perfect as you are.
“Look at the mirror. See how ethereal you look while taking me like that. God really took time while making you” , you chuckle at his cheesy words. No matter how dominant he acts in bed, at the end it was still your dorky, corny Tetsu. 
You zero in the way he fucks you, the outline of his cock visible as he drills into you. A dragged moan fills the air. kuroo kisses around your temple, his thrusts erratically hits you, losing rhythm. You realise he’s close, so you arch your back, feeling more of him inside. Fucking himself inside you. 
Kuroo hisses at the act, his fingers pinching your clit in return. Your walls clamp around his shaft, making him lose all the threads he had been holding onto ever since he buried his face in your cunt.  
“Shit, baby...take me…take all of it. Let's cum together”, his babbles choking in his throat as he thrusts in you one last time before warm ropes of his cum fills your pussy. You came around the same time, pooling his thighs with hot, sticky mess. 
He kisses you throughout the high, a level of euphoria never felt before. He realises he didn’t use any condom today neither did you retorted against it. Kuroo slides out of you, your cunt clenches from the lack of his heavy cock. He gently lays you down, bringing a wet towel and cleaning off the spilled cum from your thighs and his. Your face beams with the post-coital bliss as you spread your arms over your head, breathing heavily. 
“You good?”, kuroo asks, his voice regaining the gentle hold back. You nod, closing your eyes and relaxing yourself. 
“If I knew you’d go this crazy over a lingerie set, I’d have thought it through before buying.” you breathily say, seeing Kuroo’s face turn a little red. The debauchery dawning on him a little.
“You could wear an overalls over a trash bag and I’d still fuck you the same. It’s you who’s this hot”, Kuroo plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his hands smoothing your hair. He scoots you over, finding himself a space beside, pulling you against his side. His fingers work through your scalp while you find warmth in his body.
The comfortable setting almost lulling you to sleep before you lurch up, face palming yourself. Kuroo sits back, concerned at your sudden leap, while you look at him with guilty eyes.
“I forgot your actual gift at home, while being too excited for this one.”, you hide your face between your palm, whining and falling back on his chest. A hearty laughter rolls out of Kuroo at your state while he rubs your shoulders. His mind already bent on to tease you.  
“Wanna suck me off to balance that out?” kuroo sends a sly grin your way, his voice holding a glint of tease but really not expecting you to wallow in.
To his surprise, you part away from his chest, face filled with a challenging gleam. Without any words, you straddle him, holding his cock by the base. A dopey smile spreading all over your face. 
“Say less. I’ve been meaning to do that since forever.”
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a.n-> aint nobody leaving the house without giving him a sloppy. if tags dont work and it flops then im giving him an even intense sloppy
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chosovixen · 1 year
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NSFW!!
kuroo fucks you in his suit!!
he doesn’t bother to fully undress, not with how his cock aches behind the zipper of his dress pants. he just pulls it out and pulls your panties to the side because it’s convenient. 
kuroo works a lot, and to relieve some tension, your pussy is the best remedy. barely making it through the front door, he’s already grabbing at your tits, fondling and squeezing them as you both stumble towards the bedroom.
you’re in a nightgown which makes it all the easier for him to gain access to what he really needs. his large hands trail up your thigh and rest on your clothed cunt, cupping it slightly as his middle finger rubs against your bud softly. 
quiet moans escape your lips, and he smirks against you, satisfied. with no time to waste, he’s pushing you onto the king-sized bed you share, pulling your panties to the side, and tucking them under your bum, so they don’t get in the way.
he fumbles with the buckle and zipper of his pants for a moment before he’s finally got it. kuroo then pulls his cock out and gives it a few pumps before positioning himself between your legs. you smile at his eagerness but spread your legs, so he doesn’t have to work for it. 
with ease, he slips in, stretching your cunt just a bit before he’s in full action, fucking you till you’re crying for him to stop.
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popkorrn · 1 year
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"tetsu!" you yelled, sprinting towards him.
kuroo only had a fraction of a second to react before you threw yourself at him, wrapping your legs snugly above his hips and slinging your arms over his broad shoulders. the force from your sudden hug pushed him a few steps back, and his arms immediately held your waist supportively.
"woah, someone's excited to see me." he greeted with a low chuckle. you laughed, propping yourself up to squish his cheeks together between the palm of your hands.
before he could voice out his confusion, you closed the gap, peppering his face with dozens of light kisses. his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his chin. your lips met every part of his face.
you felt his cheeks rise as smiled against your lips, a bubble of laughter escaping from his throat as he tried to turn his face away from your relentless affection.
your own attempt at holding down your laughter was unsuccessful, and he quickly took that as an opening to pepper your face with twice as many kisses until you had to tell him to stop because passersby on the street were giving the two of you weird looks.
"how did you get here so early?" kuroo questioned, slightly out of breath.
he placed you down onto ground carefully, his face flushing a light red under the warm orange tinge of the setting sky.
"because i knew you were going to be early." you said, referring to his infuriatingly stubborn habit of arriving much earlier than you to all of your dates, just so you wouldn't have to be the one to wait for him. "i can't have you wait for me all the time."
"yeah, but that's supposed to be my thing, you know." kuroo said with a small frown, as if he was disappointed in your punctuality. "what am i going to do if you arrive earlier than me next time?"
"i guess you should start to come pick me up next time." you replied light-heartedly, lacing your hand between his with a smile. you knew it unreasonable to expect him to pick you up at your house before your dates — the two of you live too far apart.
but that was exactly what he did.
for the next date, the one after that, and the one after.
he would stop by your house every time without fail, until it became a habit, until it became a place he could call home.
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elenadvrx · 3 months
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this idea popped up while i was writing kenma’s piece. enjoy this little side story! ◡̈
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"you losers are just jealous i got someone to love. now let's get our loot back to the ship, we don't got much time left." kenma's voice seeped through kuroo's speakers.
kuroo glanced back to his bed, where you were lying down on your front as you watch him play with his friends. he winked and blew you a kiss, to which you softly chuckled at his cheesy actions.
your relationship with kuroo has only been 6 months, but the both of you knew each other ever since middle school - well, you, kuroo and kenma. kenma would probably look at you in disbelieve when he finds out you and kuroo got together.
heck, even you didn't think that you would like the loud cackling, chemistry nerd years down the road.
you initially came over his house to hang out together as he had been busy with work for the past few days until kenma messaged him to play a game together. he refused at first, choosing to focus solely on you, but you insisted it was okay for him to play because if it was days since he last spend time with you, it was weeks since he last met his friends.
"hey! i did just saved kenma with a shovel!" albeit his friends do like to tease him a lot.
you were contented to silently admire his side profile, his back muscles straining against his t-shirt with every movement, appreciating everything about him that you missed while he was away.
"i can feel you staring, you know that?" kuroo remarked, not moving his eyes from the screen.
"yeah? well you do look exceptionally handsome today. i feel like i need to take a bite of you. can't believe i have a fine specimen as my boyfriend." you grinned at him when you notice a faint pink hue on his cheeks. while kuroo usually does the complimenting and pick-up lines, he does has his moments where he feels bashful when you were the one doing it instead.
kuroo just grumbles incoherently, probably trying to rebutt your comments.
chuckling, you slowly approach your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and gave a nip on his earlobe. kuroo flinched but you didn't miss the slight shiver he emitted from his lithe body.
conscious of his mic, you pressed soft kisses along his jaw, down the slope of his neck, his nape, nipping it as well. kuroo gulped audibly, trying to restrain from making any noise. feeling extra bold, your hands travelled down from his shoulders to his chest, shamelessly caressing his pecs (where the hell did he find time to work out?)
"stop it, baby." but it was a weak attempt at stopping you from further showering him with affection despite the risk of his friends listening.
"hmm? stop what?" you've now walked around him to gently plop yourself down on his lap comfortably. it was so cute when you noticed how flushed his face was that you couldn't resist giving him a kiss. before he deepens the kiss, you pull away, laughing when he chases your lips.
"you fiend." kuroo playfully glares at you through his lashes. you only wink in response.
“kuro." kenma's voice broke through the bubble you and kuroo were in. "please don't tell me you were doing what you were doing, and with who you were doing it with."
both of you froze, temporarily forgetting he was in the middle of a game.
"uh-uhm." he clears his throat. "yeah? no, i mean no. i wasn't doing anything with anyone."
[you got disconnected from the game]
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"traitors. both of you. i hope you both fall into a pit and never get out. can't believe my own childhood friends got together without telling me. choke."
although you do feel guilty for keeping it a secret, you can't help but to laugh at kenma's messages as kuroo let out a sigh and rest his forehead on your shoulder.
"glad you find this funny." he peeked up at you, bottom lip jutting out a little.
"well at least he knows now." you pecked his nose.
"don't think you can get away from doing what you did just now, missy!"
you quickly got up from his lap to run, but you couldn't possibly outrun his long limbs and got caught just before you reached his bedroom door.
squealing, you were tugged back into his embrace before being lifted up and tossed to the bed. he quickly crawled over you, effectively trapping you against the bed. "now where were we?"
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awearywritersworld · 1 year
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A misunderstanding makes you feel insecure.
Haikyu x Reader w/c: 1.4k // 1.1k warnings: just a lil angst, but fluffy endings. a/n: back on my haikyu bullshit bc life is tough rn and i needed something pure and wholesome. post!timeskip, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader characters: Tsukishima Kei // Kuroo Tetsuro
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Tsukishima Kei
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When Tsukishima first met you in university, he had taken notice of you, though you didn’t really start talking until you were paired for a research assignment. While he was just a tad nervous when you invited him to your apartment to work on it, he didn’t mind as you lived nearby.
An observant person, Tsukishima soon took note of your little quirks, many of which he silently regards as endearing. Your eyes would widen, sparkling with interest as you stumbled upon new articles and discoveries during your research. You always brewed a fresh pot of tea and grabbed something extra at the bakery when you knew he was coming over.
When he told you he plays volleyball for the Sendai Frogs, he was taken aback by how interested you seemed. He informed you about his position and that he started playing because of his older brother. Pink dusted his cheeks when you asked if you could attend his next match, which he agreed to. During the match, a few of his teammates gave him nudges and sly smirks. "You just seem really into the game today, Tsukishima-kun."
Your friendship persisted even after your project had been turned in, and while Tsukki was surprised, he also found that he was relieved. He enjoyed your company, after all. The thought of parting ways with you made his heart skip a beat like some lovesick teenager.
Toward the end of the semester, you're approaching the lecture hall you share with Tsukishima when you spot him talking to one of your classmates, a girl. The sight makes your stomach flip and you freeze, watching their interaction from afar.
"I just wanted to give you this, Tsukishima-kun," she begins nervously, handing him a box of sweets wrapped in pink paper.
"Oh, thanks." His tone is unexpressive as ever.
"You play volleyball, right? Maybe I could come to watch you sometime!"
She's barely finished speaking before he responds, "sorry, but I don't really like having people come to my games. You know, focus and all..."
He trails off and she tries her best to recover. "O-Okay! No problem! I'll see you around."
She scurries away and you can just barely hear him grumble something about annoying admirers and wanting to be left alone. You realize you stopped breathing at some point and all you can think while you harshly exhale is 'oh, god.'
Over the past few months, you had certainly developed a crush on Tsukishima. You feel awful about having gone to quite a few of his games when, evidently, he must have found it irritating. You're staring into nothing with wide eyes when you hear your name being called.
Your head snaps in the direction it came from and your gaze meets Tsukishima's as he approaches you. He greets you as he usually does and you stutter out a reply. Walking into the classroom together, he's squinting at you out of the corner of his eye. It's clear to him that something is up.
"You okay?" he asks as you both slide into your usual seat beside one another.
"Of course!"
That's how the next few days pass--- he knows something is wrong and you pretend that everything is fine. You're quieter than usual and you haven't invited him to hang out at all. Since you're typically the one to take initiative, Tsukishima is left feeling a little lost.
When you don't come to his next game, he finally decides he's going to have to figure out how to resolve whatever is going on. It's already dark outside by the time the team finishes, but he still heads in the direction of your apartment.
With each step, he wracks his mind trying to figure out what the hell he's even going to even say. Did he do something wrong? Have you grown tired of him and his cynicism?
Standing in front of your apartment door, it occurs to him that you might not even be home. He knocks apprehensively and the door swings open a few moments later.
"Tsukki!" you squeak out.
You're in your pajamas, a sight he's never seen before, and it makes his mind go blank. He tries desperately to keep his eyes from trailing down to your thin top and flannel shorts.
"Can I come in?" he finally asks.
"S-sure!" you step aside. "I'll go get some tea started."
He can't help but smile as you hurry off, thinking you might be the cutest person he's ever met. Instead of making his way to the couch, he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Do you need a hand?"
"That's alright, it'll just be a few minutes," you say, reaching up to a high shelf for a tin of tea leaves.
He's behind you in an instant, his body pressed to your back as he grabs the one he knows is your favorite. "This one, right?"
"Yeah, thanks!"
Shocked your voice doesn't betray you, your heart is now hammering in your chest with impossible force. He's still close behind you as he sets it down on the counter. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he takes a step back.
Once you finish filling the kettle, he speaks up. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"
Setting it down on the stove and turning on the burner, you turn to give him your full attention. "Always."
The way you look up at him expectantly makes him swallow and clear his throat. "I was wondering if everything is okay?"
"What do you mean, Tsukki?"
"Um, you just haven't seemed like yourself the past few days."
He hopes his vague answer is enough, but you tilt your head to the side. "How so?"
If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were trying to torture him.
"Well, you've been less talkative," he nearly winces at how pitiful he sounds. "And then when you didn't come to my game tonight..."
He can't think of what else to say, cursing the way his cheeks heat up. You hardly notice though, too caught up in your own embarrassment and avoiding his eye.
"Oh, that!" you laugh nervously. "You see, I may have... overheard you talking to our one classmates the other day..."
The look on his face tells you he has no idea what you're referring to.
"She gave you a gift a-and asked to come to see you play, but you told her you didn't like when people came to your games." You're talking very quickly by this point. "I-I didn't want to annoy you-"
Tsukishima's eyes nearly pop out of his head in disbelief and he starts to laugh at the situation, but you think he's laughing at you. At first, he fails to notice that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks.
"I'm sorry Tsukki," you apologize, lip quivering.
That gets his attention right away, a look of horror taking over his features.
"No, no, no! I wasn't- I didn't mean to laugh!" His words are jumbled and he tries his best to slow them. "It's just that you're not people, you're... you."
"Oh," you say while wiping at your eyes, not quite yet processing the meaning behind his words.
You still seem so sad and it tugs at Tsukishima's chest, making him panic.
"I like you!" he blurts out and your watery eyes dart up toward his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was more obvious about it than I was. I-I missed seeing you in the stands tonight and talking to you in class and coming over afterward and-"
He keeps rambling on and you think it might be the longest you'd ever heard the usually very matter-of-fact man speak for. He only stops when you start to giggle, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide it.
The kettle suddenly whistles, breaking any sort of tension that might have lingered between the two of you. You swiftly remove it from the heat before turning back to him.
"I like you, too, Tsukki."
He breathes a sigh of relief, eyes flicking between each of your own. His honesty just moments ago has him surprised and while he'd usually be uncomfortable in a situation like this, oddly enough, he's not.
There's a ghost of a smile adorning his face and he spends a second just looking at you. 'You're... you,' he considers his words from earlier and knows that this is what he meant. You're different from most people. You make him feel at ease.
"You should call me Kei," he states simply, before moving to prepare the tea just the way he knows you like it.
Kuroo Tetsuro
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One afternoon, Kuroo stopped by the coffee shop across from his office building downtown. Pulling the door open, he caught the reflection of a person around his age in the glass. As he moved so that he could hold it open for you, you thanked him with a small smile.
You caught his attention, dressed for some seemingly important job, your hair just a touch messy, but in a way that looked good. While you waited in line, he asked you about your day and his charming small talk left you a blushing mess.
You were in front of him in line, but once you finished telling the barista what you wanted, he stepped up to add his own drink to the order. "On me, of course."
Two years later, you're living together in a cozy apartment and you couldn't be happier. Kuroo is everything you could ever ask for--- charismatic, reliable, thoughtful. It was even his idea that the two of you go out for dinner after work every Thursday.
So when that day of the week finally rolls around, you finish your tasks for the day and head over to his nearby office to meet up. You get off the elevator on his floor and make your way down the hallway, noticing his door is open a few inches. You stop once you hear voices inside.
“Isn’t it hard having a partner, though? I mean, always having someone around, not being able to relax and do your own thing.”
The voice is unfamiliar and your head tilts to the side as you listen.
Your boyfriend chuckles, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “I suppose they can be a lot sometimes.” 
Inwardly, Kuroo reflects on your late-night bouts of energy when he’s half asleep, your ramblings about the newest show you’ve been watching (he truly does try his hardest to keep up), your habit of constantly asking him for reassurance even though you’re so far out of his league it’s unreal. 
You can’t see the fond smile that bashfully plays on his lips or hear the thoughts running through his mind. Left with just his words alone, you deflate as you’re overcome by embarrassment. 'Well, he's not wrong,' you think.
“Then what’s the point?” the other person wonders.
You can’t bear to hear Kuroo's answer, so you move away from the door and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. The fact that you’re about to burst into tears at his work, of all places, is probably why he thinks the way he does. A humorless laugh passes your lips as you berate yourself. You dip into the bathroom and force yourself to take a few deep breaths before anyone can see you.
If only you had waited a few moments longer, you would have heard Kuroo's response. "I figured out pretty quickly they could be a handful sometimes, but it's part of what made me love them, you know?"
"No, gross. Don't go all sappy on me, senpai," the young intern rolls his eyes.
It just makes Kuroo laugh, "you asked! Now get out of my office and go tell them you'd love to get dinner with them tonight."
The intern grumbles as he leaves, but Kuroo doesn't miss the grin tugging at his lips. "After you finish your work for the day, of course," the older man hollers from his seat.
Finally having composed yourself, you exit the bathroom, passing the intern and greeting him politely.
You knock once you reach the door to Kuroo's office and his eyes light up, "hey, sweetheart!"
His tie has already been loosened for the evening and his hair is a bit disheveled.
"Hey, Tetsu," you say sheepishly. Even now, he still makes your stomach flutter.
"I just need a few minutes to finish this up," he informs.
"Sure, take your time!"
You try your best to make your voice sound bright and move to take a seat on the couch that's tucked against the wall. Kuroo returns his attention to the computer, but he quickly realizes you're quiet. Weirdly quiet. He peeks over at you and you're just sitting there on your phone with a blank expression.
The soft clicking of his keyboard stops. He says your name and you hum in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind?"
You glance over to find that he's looking at you, his body leaning over his desk in your direction. The expression he wears is a gentle one. His obvious concern and the fact he's already picked up on your vexation are enough to arouse the emotions you'd hopelessly tried to bury earlier. In an attempt to hide your tears, you avert your eyes. The action immediately has Kuroo rising from his seat.
"Hey, hey, hey," he frets, sitting beside you and putting a hand on your knee. "Look at me, what happened?"
The sight of you like this makes his heart squeeze tightly in his chest and when you finally turn to him, his eyes are burning with worry.
"It's nothing, it's dumb," you dismiss, waving your hand.
"Sweetheart, don't say that. Something's got you all worked up." He brushes your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."
"I-I'm sorry" you choke out.
"There's no reason to be-"
"I know I can be a lot sometimes," you add, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.
Realization and guilt descend upon him in tandem. "You heard-"
"Only some of it!" you clarify before he finishes, "I-I didn't mean to listen in on you, I just-"
He boops your nose, making your words stop in your throat. "You just didn't stay and listen to the part where I told him you it's what makes me love you so much."
He's got a little grin on his face, refraining (with some difficulty) from calling you a dork.
"You said that?"
He hums, "of course I did."
A moment passes and he can sense you're still feeling unsure of yourself, so he continues. "I can be passive and a bit... emotionally closed off at times. It makes me admire how expressive you are and how strongly you react to things, both good and bad."
Touched by his words, you feel all your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a warm feeling in the center of your chest. "Then you'll be happy to know that is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it makes my heart want to explode."
"Ah, see! There it is!" he beams and stands up, offering you his hand.
Once you rise to your feet, he places a kiss firmly on your temple.
"Alright, the rest of this can wait," he decides as he grabs his bag, turns off his computer, and slips his fingers through your own. "I'm all yours."
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yoisami · 4 months
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˚₊‧୨୧ TELL YOU SOMEDAY
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[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: i’m unsettled that i wrote a birthday fic for kuroo but not for my bf osamu :/ was gonna drop an angsty bomb for him LOL but decided not to for hana (ily bae) ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭
tags. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, 1.5k wc, fluff, unestablished relationship, happy birthday kuroo yay, heavy narration sorry, if every time i use an em dash in my writing and i gain a dollar, i’d be a literal billionaire
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“sit here and wait for me!”
brandishing your index finger at your couch, kuroo complies with your facetious command as he falls into the couch, sinking into the furniture. a familiar, frisky grin blossoms on your face before you turn your head to prepare “something” in the kitchen. you even declared that you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him out of your apartment if he enters the kitchen.
“better be quick then,” kuroo jests, watching you leave the living room and into the kitchen. peeping your head out, you scrunch your nose as he reciprocates your expression.
you look at him once more as your lips break into another grin. “don’t rush me. good things take time!”
right now, you’re completely persuaded that he’s an idiot and is fully unaware of the little birthday “surprise” you’ve prepared for him, and kuroo pats himself on the back for being able to continue this game of pretend play. while you’re busy bathing in a pool of triumph, you don’t realise that you’ve fallen for kuroo’s fake ignorance—he knows that you’ve arranged a birthday cake for him, with candles to blow out at exactly twelve o’clock.
it’s currently eleven fifty-one, and you’re adding some final touches to kuroo’s birthday cake in the kitchen—the ultimate reason why he’s prohibited from entering the kitchen for the next nine minutes.
the corner of his lips curves upwards when you’ve left the living room entirely, and he dips his head backwards, throwing a palm over his eyes. with his vision partially covered, his sole focus is on the warmth that blooms inside his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and it feels as if his heart is about to combust. it’s beating violently and incessantly, and kuroo admits that he’s a lovesick fool—for you.
he’s twenty—soon to be twenty-one—but acts nothing like the true adult that he’s supposed to be. unable to control his teeming bliss, kuroo buries his face into one of the available cushions on the couch, murmuring and screeching incoherently into the slip before he lifts his head up.
whether it’s his love that makes him immature or it’s his inborn fate to be an idiot, kuroo feels as if he’s reversed time and become a second-year high school student again—someone who is eager to love another, and hopeful about the works of romance. kuroo established the fact that he liked you when he was fourteen and naïve, only expecting his feelings would eventually dilute when he entered high school. he was convinced that you were just a “phase” that he was yet to grow out of, but quite the opposite happened—he didn’t fall for a single one of his classmates because you continued to reign over his heart. 
their jokes were inferior to yours, and none of them were as talented as you. your voice had a pretty tone, and it’s distinct from everyone else’s—even to this day, your voice continues to call out to his heart, whether it was signalling to him or not. his classmates weren’t as kind as you, or as caring as you, or as selfless as you—you’re special to him.
and even though he’s in university, where there are more attractive and talented people, no one else could win him over like you do. kuroo believes that you have some superpower over his heart—kenma’s face twisted in disgust when he said that the first time.
to his dismay, you didn’t appear to feel the same way as he did. your pair of eyes followed another boy, and your romantic gestures were never directed at kuroo. in high school, you baked pink butter cookies for some other boy every year on valentine’s day. they were packaged in clear pockets that were tied shut by lace ribbons you purposely visited the department store for, and you’d arrive at school in the early morning to secure a spot for your gift on his desk. your heart seemed to call out to someone else; your heart seemed to be in the hands of someone else.
but after high school, things have changed. you no longer spend time thinking about a boy you like before falling asleep, nor do you bashfully fix your hair when he walks by. for once, your heart seems to be vacant for kuroo.
and he’d be stupid if he didn’t take that to his advantage.
for the past month, kuroo has been scattering pieces of his feelings beside your feet that form a path to him. in your conversations, he responded to you in ways that potentially suggested romance in hopes of confusing you (he has to have a bit of fun, of course), was acting more chivalrously around you, and was a tad more affectionate with you (throwing his arm over your shoulders when you’re walking, fixing your hair when the wind messes it up)—all of them were shimmering hints that he’s been hoping you’d take notice of.
and you have, and kuroo’s more than pleased to see that you mirror his gestures too. when he drops a pathetic pick-up line, you do the same; when kuroo flippantly taps your knee under the table, you take his hand and momentarily fidget with his calloused hand.
you’re flustered when he leans in close to tease you; in his periphery, he notices your prolonged stares, and you’ve changed your hair accessories to his favourite colour.
finally, you like him back.
“tetsurou! shut your eyes.”
kuroo straightens his posture as he closes his eyes, his hands resting on his knees. despite having his eyes shut, he could see that the lights in the apartment had been turned off. now, he’s limited to only four of his senses.
the sound of your footsteps lightly pad in his direction, and he could hear your broken giggles as you made a half-hearted attempt to hold yourself back from laughing at him. the heater softly whirrs, but the noise dissipates from kuroo’s focus when you begin to sing.
“happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you...” 
it’s a sweet tune that he hears once every year, usually sung by a number of his friends and family. their voices would combine, sounding a little off-tune and unsynchronised, and kuroo would never be able to tell whose voice belongs to whom.
“happy birthday dear tetsurou...”
but this year, you’re the first person to sing him this song, and he appreciates it more than yaku’s frequent voice cracks when he sings.
“happy birthday to you!”
your voice gently falls to end the song, but soon returns when he feels your elbow nudging his arm. “hey—open your eyes.”
the living room is dimly lit by tiny flame that flutters atop the pink candle, standing humbly as the only candle on kuroo’s birthday cake. it offers enough light for him to see everything within his vicinity, but it especially accentuates your presence.
“i sang you ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t even open your eyes for that,” you sigh, plastering a counterfeit frown on your lips. he knows your pout is a joke when it quickly vanishes, defeated by your animated grin that puts his thoughts on hold. “make a wish.”
“alright.”
his eyes are closed again. his hands are clasped together and pressed to his lips, and his heart, eager and hopeful, is singing out to you:
i want to be the one you love.
there’s a short moment of silence before your voice interferes with the silence in the room. “done?”
opening his eyes, kuroo nods. curiousity glints in your irises, and you lean in closer to him.
“what’d you wish for?”
“can’t tell you that,” kuroo says. “if i tell you, then it won’t come true.”
“what are you, five? you know that birthday wishes don’t come true anyway.”
well, kuroo hopes that your assumption is wrong—very wrong.
“so, what’d you wish for?”
between the two of you, kuroo can see miniscule, colourless particles that maunder in the air. he then focuses on you—your skin imbibes the flame’s yellow glow, and your eye smiles remind him of half-moons in summer. perfection exists within you, and kuroo is accustomed to the twinkle of love that he sees in your pupils when light ricochets off your cornea. 
two years ago, you’d look at him with so much love—however, it’s a different kind of love that he sees in your eyes now. you look at him as if he collects glitter from the moon for you, and you look at him as if he’s the prince charming in your fairytale. you love him, and he loves you—
—but that’s a secret he’ll keep to himself for a little while longer.
“are you gonna an—”
when kuroo flicks your forehead with his blistered fingers, you jerk away, yelping “ow!” as you bring your hand to soothe the area, scowling at his trademark smirk.
“i’ll tell you someday. but i want to eat the cake now.”
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—JUST THE TWO OF US ; KUROO TETSUROU
-1.5k words, narration heavy, mainly post timeskip present day setting with reminscence of pre timeskip, mentions of marriage, mentions of moving in, domestic ig (?), kuroo is called dickhead twice, just fluff nothing but fluff and comfort, kuroo turns 29.
a/n: it is kuroo's birthday so you can count on me to deliver a kuroo fic :D pls don't ask why this is so domestic, that's all I wanna be with the guy I love him sm. REBLOGS AND INTERACTIONS ARE APPRECIATED!!
kuroo needs just one more gift from you on his birthday, a gift—your answer—that will change his world, for better or for worse.
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Kuroo was grateful for a lot of things in life. He was grateful for his job that sustained his life, he was grateful for all his friends who he spent all his years with and who stood by his side no matter what. He was incredibly grateful for volleyball for training him to be a good leader, honing his teamwork skills, making him more social and interactive and most of all, he was grateful to the sport for leading him to you.
Kuroo remembers all those years ago when you both were but two high schoolers. He remembers how you applied for the position of manager in your first year just so that you could be in a club. He was the one who taught you all there was to learn about the sport and you taught him how to deal with Lev when he was being annoying, amongst many other things. He noticed first hand, the change in your eyes as you slowly grew to love the sport. He remembers the days you tended to all of the Nekoma team members, putting them in their place when they needed to be. He remembers you gently squeezing his shoulder just before he gave his final motivational speech in the nationals prior to his match with karasuno. He remembers how after the match he cried with his head on your shoulder and you told him how proud you were of him, of where he was and what he achieved. He remembers the look of gratitude in your eyes as you told him how proud you were of him for making the trash can battle a reality and he remembers that that's the exact moment he realised that he's fallen in love with you.
Then came graduation filled with tears of melancholia, smiles of pride and joy, throwing of caps high and hugging all the people who helped you get through these three years. Classmates taking pictures to store each other in their memories. Juniors crying because who would now give them the motivation they needed? That's when Kuroo asked you out. He slowly pulled you aside as he led you by your hand to the volleyball gym where the both of you spent the last three years strategising against other teams, planning training camps and what not. For the three years you had known him, that was the first time he seemed to be out of his wits. He stumbled and fumbled and rubbed his eyes and sighed before he finally said in one breath, "I like you. It took me some time to realise, but now I do and I like you and I really do hope you like me back-"
Your soft chuckle interrupted his train of thoughts. You could swear he had never been this confused in his whole life. Then you started laughing and he thought that's it. He thought he was about to face rejection and his heart started breaking, piece by piece.
"It took you so long, you absolute dickhead," was all you said when you finally calmed down and Kuroo stood there, more confused if that was even possible.
"I like you too. It's a shame we're not in the same college but I believe in us. We'll make it work, we always do. Right?" You smiled and it was gentle, filled with deep affection and warmth. So contagious was your smile that his lips stretched into one until he too, was grinning.
He took your face in his hands and touched his forehead with yours, closing his eyes as he let your scent fill him in. He felt your hands close on top of his and he confirmed, "we'll make it work."
Fast forward to some eleven years later. Fast forward to now, in the present where he's there with you by his side. You've become a constant in his life now. You were always there, cheering him up and vice versa. Through aggravating college professors to annoying bosses and coworkers who got on his nerves, you calmed him down. You moved in with him some years into dating. Kuroo was so happy when you accepted the apartment key he got you as a birthday gift with a smile, his usual nerves shaking off the moment you kissed him.
That's not to say your relationship was always smooth sailing, no, it definitely wasn't. You had your fair share of fights with one of you sleeping on the sofa or even leaving the apartment because sometimes a break was all you needed. However, you both always found your way back to each other, back in each other's arms with muttered apologies and silent tears. Whenever you had a fight, he felt his world would tear open. It scared him. But you always came back and he was always grateful and he knew he'd never lose you. He couldn't afford to. You knew the same. To lose him was like losing an integral part of yourself. To lose him would mean to drown yourself in the great blue not knowing how to come up to the surface.
Fighting these hardships, always being there for each other no matter what, letting your love for each other reign victorious over every hurdle is what brought you here today. Today, his 29th birthday. A quaint night where it was only the two of you, your shared giggles and the faint glow of the refrigerator light in the darkness of your apartment as the two of you tried to dance. A tune played in the background, just the two of us by Grover Washington Jr and Bill Withers. Both of you were horrible dancers, stepping on each other's feet. The half eaten cake on the table was long forgotten, empty Chinese takeout containers and chopsticks laid bare. None of that mattered to Kuroo, all that mattered was how in love he was and truly, he must have done something amazing in his past life to have been here with you. You'd given him his gift an hour back when the clock struck twelve to be exact. However, Kuroo was allowed to be a selfish man today. He wanted another gift from you, an important gift that would very much make or break him.
Suddenly the weight of the little velvet box inside his sweatpant pockets felt immense. There is a certain time, a right time for everything, he felt proposing now would be perfect.
So you saw him suddenly breaking away from you as he slowly got down on a knee. Confusion. That was the first reaction that took over your face followed by realisation. Then your slow gasp as your shaky hands went to cover your mouth when he took out the velvet box and opened it.
The ring was absolutely beautiful. A splendid diamond with intrinsic designs.
"I don't think there is a day that goes by where I don't thank my fate for leading me to you. I am a lucky man because I can call you mine," he started. There was a tiny crack in his voice which he tried to hide. You were at a loss for words.
"Ever since that day, eleven years ago now, when you said yes to dating me, I have been so grateful. Grateful for so many things, especially for you. I love you y/n, so very much, I can't put it into words. I was never as good with words as you. However, I do want to say that I want to be a little selfish today. You'll let me be a little selfish right? I want another gift from you. I want you to say yes to my next question ok? Will you do me the honour of marrying me?" By the time he finished his speech, tears of happiness strained your cheeks and you were on your knees, hugging him. Hugging him tight.
"It took you so long you absolute dickhead! Yes! Fuck....yes!" You whispered in his ear between sniffles and you felt his body relax in your hold, the muscles loosening as his arms wrapped around your waist. He sighed in relief as he buried his face in your neck.
You remained like that for a while, just silently crying tears of ecstasy in each other's arms. It felt like a long while before he left a slow kiss on your temple and separated from you to slide the ring on your finger. It looked absolutely gorgeous.
Kuroo was lost in his own thoughts, admiring the ring on your finger with a gentle smile until he felt your free hand on his cheek.
He looked up at you, grabbing your neck in a gentle hold and kissing your forehead before touching it to his own.
"We made it work Tetsu, we made us work," you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth that was Kuroo Tetsurou. Basking in the comfort that your now fiancé brought with him.
"Of Course we did," you felt his lips against yours. "We always do."
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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year
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more fiancé loser!kuroo shenanigans
(i need y'all to understand that reader is unbearable and evil but i love them 😤)
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atsumwah · 1 year
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kuroo was a rational man. which is why he was never one to believe that something could last forever.
to him, everything was temporary. high school was temporary, work was temporary, even a good day was temporary and he can't do anything to change that. it was the way of life. he was rational when it came to these kinds of things.
but when it came to you, god, he wanted to believe something like forever existed.
he never thought that just by being with someone could bring him immense joy. he never thought out of billions people on the planet, he'd find someone, the one, who he sees as his everything. he never thought someone could make him smile so big on days where he thought he couldn't, or how someone could lift his spirits up with just a simple smile.
it didn't make sense that someone could have such an impact on his life but somehow it did.
there was a time that he thought you were something temporary too. he thought that this, that whatever you two had going on, was going to be another timestamp in his life. that the fact he keeps coming home late at your shared apartment, always being occupied by work even during the weekends, and his tendency to overwork himself even though you warned him not too — he thought it would drive you away.
he was a fool to think that.
because at the end of the day, you out of all people understood him the most. you knew he always comes home late so you prepare some food for him and leave it in the fridge for him to heat up when he gets home. you knew when he needed to be left alone and when he needed to take a break. you know that he needs to be reminded to take it slow and steady.
he's the kind of person that always thinks using logic — but the mere thought of not spending his mornings with you, tangled in bed even though you both were going to be late for work— made something inside him ache. just thinking of not celebrating your birthdays, anniversaries, even promotions, seemed so wrong— even if it's all just theoretical. even thinking that there's someone much better that deserved your love, that deserved you made him wish on every star to let him be your last and only love because not being with you forever sounded like a curse.
kuroo was a rational man but when it came to you—he wanted to be a believer.
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i don't normally write for this dude but i thought this scenario fitted him best <3 reblogs are appreciated bbs mwahh
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prodshima · 8 months
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love languages (two) 𖤐
warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)
characters: kuroo & hajime
notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!
-> click here for: [ part one ]
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kuroo tetsuro - acts of service
kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.
you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?
well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.
“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open
you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other
just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.
“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags
kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”
you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”
sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch
“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag
“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers
your mouth drops open in shock
just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours
kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.
“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips
“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”
he smirks
sneaky little shit.
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iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation
it’s one of those days again.
those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people
it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.
but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.
he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head
-
“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face
how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?
you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day
it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street
and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him
“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom
hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you
and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day
hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"
he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there
perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.
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lizandbo · 10 months
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okie doks, so i would like a hc where bokuto, kuroo, and maybe tsukishima react to seeing their volleyball player! girlfriend play for the first time
i love your blog btw :) it makes me happy <3
Volleyball player!reader x kuroo, bokuto and tsukishima
I’m so so glad that my writing makes you happy, plus this ask is like 100 years cuz time management is not a thing for me
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Tsukishima
Before I say anything else HE WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU MESS UP
When you tell him that you play volleyball he might not believe you until he sees it with his very own eyes
He would believe you but ✨trust issues✨
If you ever invite him to one of your matches he just either gives a glare and says a monotone “ok” or grunt in response 
But most times he goes to your games without you knowing 
Tsukishima wants to see when do your best without the pressure of people yk watching you
Cuz honestly I feel that wholeheartedly 
But man when he does see you?
Bros gonna explode from being flustered 
He thinks that you honestly look really hot, but he never ever gonna say that
Not even when he’s being held by gunpoint, which honestly who would ask that question if you were being held by gunpoint?
Anygays 
He just appreciates your work ethic in volleyball
Not being too annoying and obnoxious about volleyball or not giving a fuck with his standards 
Nice balance 
and at some point you motivate him to push on his own hobbies (more so volleyball)
When you catch sight of him you whip your head around to get a double take almost getting whiplash in the process
He just covers his mouth and snickers by the confusion of your face just now realizing that he did attend your match after all
You shuffled up to him half bashful half excited to see tsuki
You wrapped your arms around his middle and he stared back to, giving you a little headpat 
“Sooo how did I do? Since you’ve been stalking me like a dimwit”
“You did better than last time ig, moron”
“You were here last time too??” 
“Now see your the dimwit here since you didn’t even realize I’m coming to your stupid games”
“Awww tsuki I thought would’ve never be here:(“
“Your an official dimwit” tsukishima says with a blush darkening 
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Bokuto
He knew you played volleyball cuz he always has asked you how was your day? Every single fucking day
Even before you were dating
It might get a lil annoying sometimes but baby boy genuinely wants to hear about your day
Prolly at some point interrupts you by accident but once he realized he apologizes so damn much 
But a simple “it’s ok bo” is enough for him lmao
ANYWAYS 
IS SO PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU PLAY
ALWAYS YELLS LETS GO Y/N OR HEY HEY HEYYYY THATS MY S/O
Vvvv proud baby 
Whatever position you play he’s so so so supportive 
“Y/n! That’s such a great set im so proud of you”
“I KNEW YOU COULD DO SO WELL BABY”
“HEY HEY HEY! That spike was so accurate, you should have a kiss as an award! Come her baby”
“BLOCK THEM BASTARDS! YEAHHH”
When the match/ practice is over he’ll quite literally jump and attack you with a bear hug smothering you to absolute death
You guys go to your car him carrying you bride style  and finding a withered mess of half dead rose petals in the passenger seat cuz bo was so focused on seeing you than bringing the damn bouquet of flowers he was gonna give you
“Well… maybe I’m just distracted by incredibly sexy and hot partn-“
“OKAY BOKUTO, LETS JUST GET IN THE DAMN CAR”
“Your also very cute when you stammer like that”
“Booooo”
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Kuroo 
Also a vvv proud baby
Found out by having the volleyball match delayed and you coming home late
Quite literally did the mom “and where were you?” Thing on you
But he was concerned for his baby cuz you could’ve gotten kidnapped
You told him that you were at a game of yours and he was appalled 
“And you never thought that I would like to go?” Pouts like a little girl in a playful way
“Well I just never thought you wanted to go since your always so busy”
“Bullshit, I’d do anything for you” he practically manhandled you onto the bed and cuddled there
“Oh really? Anything??” Your eyes sparkled as he met your eyes with a small smile
“Yes baby, anything. Your my one and only”
“Ok so would you do the dishes for me? Oh oh and cook dinner too that would be absolutely fantastic”
Rooster wasn’t too happy with that response smh
SKJDJDJD I GET SO DISTRACTED ANYWAYS
rooster baby would go to any games when he has free time 
Analyzes your movements a lot 
But he’s never deeply judging you in a negative way, he’s just observing 
Becomes your personal trainer but would never push you too hard 
Always after matches no matter if you win or not he’ll always have some version of “you did well baby, now drink some water I’m not letting you be dehydrated”
Always gives you a meaningful hug too
Kisses are also a definite must
One on your forehead, nose and three on the lips
It’s like a secrete combination just between the two of you
Even tho it’s not even like a lock or some shit
It always amazing him how you do certain things when your focused into your game
Sometimes laughs at how cute you are
Just being a proud parent boyfriend is all you need
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etherrreal · 1 year
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“kismet”
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Pairing: kuroo x fem!reader Genre: fluff, kinda a meet-cute (?) but it’s a little gross lmao Summary: the first time you meet kuroo involves a house party, a line of rose bushes, and quite a bit of vomit. WC: 6,066 Warnings: mentions of vomit and the consequences of drinking too much, too fast A/N: work’s been beating my ass (hence my unofficial hiatus) but i feel like it’s very in character of me to return just to drop something for kuroo <3 -Dawn
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The first time you meet Kuroo involves a house party, a line of rose bushes, and quite a bit of vomit.
The vomit, thankfully, does not belong to either of you, though it is still pretty gross. Instead, it’s being provided courtesy of your respective friends and the copious amounts of alcohol they’ve managed to consume over the course of the evening. That same alcohol is rather violently exiting their systems now in a frenzy of hacking and groaning, the result of a string of bad decisions and too many shots of cheap liquor.
You’re standing outside, holding back your friend Misaki’s hair while she hurls into a rose bush you’re sure has seen better days. You have no idea whose house this is –you think it might belong to someone on the baseball team or maybe the basketball team, you’re not entirely sure– but you pity them all the same. The clean-up for tonight’s party is probably going to be, for lack of a better term, one giant shitshow, if the red solo cups littering the lawn and the glass you heard shattering earlier are any indication.
Misaki, at least, had the decency to step outside before reverting back to her fragile-stomached, freshman-year self and puking her guts out, though it has less to do with her being considerate and more to do with you strong-arming her through the crowd. You had to struggle quite a bit to get her here, dodging grinding bodies and sloshing drinks on the way, but somehow you managed to get her out the door before she could ruin anyone’s night by throwing up on them.
You were only able to get her as far as the bushes, but you suppose it’s better than letting her puke directly in front of the front door or, worse, on some poor soul’s shoes. Inside the house, the party rages on, music blaring so loudly from the speakers you’re surprised it hasn’t been shut down by the cops yet.
Any other time, you would be in the middle of the dance floor or showing off your skills in a game of flip cup, but tonight your presence is needed elsewhere, the hand you have on Misaki’s back the only thing keeping her from falling face-first into her own puke. You start to wonder if maybe saying “if we die, we die” during the pregame before downing all of those tequila shots with the rest of your friends wasn’t such a great idea after all.
Oddly enough, you aren’t the only ones in this situation tonight, which is strangely comforting despite the general grossness of it all. There’s a pair of guys three bushes down who seem to be having the same predicament.
One of them, like your friend, is puking his life away, while the other stands behind him in a similar position as yourself, patting his friend’s back gently. You don’t know who either of them are —the one who’s throwing up is too deep into the bush for you to see much of him, and the one who’s helping him looks only vaguely familiar, the way most of the tall, athletic types at your school do to you— but you feel a strange sense of kinship with them both, particularly the latter. You’re sure the two of you, unlike your puking friends, are way too sober for all of this.
You pull out your phone, sending a quick, one-handed text to the group chat to let the rest of your friends know where you and Misaki are in case they go looking, though you doubt any of them are actually checking their phones right now. The twins are probably still playing beer pong inside the house, while Haruto and Aina are off securing their dick appointments for the night. That just leaves Eri, who you’re pretty sure is in the middle of drunk-calling her ain’t-shit ex, despite you and the rest of your friends’ constant urging for her to block him.
Still, you figure you might as well let them know anyway, so they don’t worry about you later. Last time you left a party without letting them know where you were, they blew up your phone and nearly turned the house upside down looking for you, only to find out you had just gone outside to get some air.
The memory makes you smile, even with Misaki throwing up as background noise.
After your text message is sent, there’s not much else for you to do out here besides pat Misaki’s back and wait for her to be done so you can drive her home and have her sleep it off. As you wait, you find your gaze once again drawn to the young men a couple of bushes down.
You still can’t see the one who’s puking —and honestly, you don’t think you really want to at the moment, having reached your maximum threshold for handling vomit about five minutes ago, when you first walked out here with Misaki— so you focus on his friend instead.
He’s handsome, you notice, tall and easy on the eyes, wearing dark jeans and a jacket with the sleeves rolled up that cling to every muscle in his surprisingly defined arms. He’s vaguely familiar, too, the more you look at him, though you can’t quite place where you’ve seen him before. His shoulders are broad, and his hair is dark and sticking up and out in all different directions. On anyone else, you imagine the hairstyle would look pretty ridiculous, but somehow, he manages to make it work.
In short, he’s exactly your type. If you had seen him inside the house, you would’ve definitely danced with him, maybe even given him your Instagram after flirting with him for a bit, assuming he wasn’t a total creep or weirdo.
And maybe, if you liked him enough, you might have even dragged him into a dark corner to make out with him, because he’s really hot and you’re really single, and because honestly, after the exhausting week you’ve had —back to back exams, multiple papers, and misplacing your student ID again— you feel like you deserve the fun, even if it doesn’t amount to anything in the end.
You find yourself letting out a wistful sigh, lamenting the missed opportunity. Maybe next time, you think, only a little bit longingly. Assuming, of course, you ever see him again. University students bring their off-campus friends to parties all the time, so there’s no telling if he even goes to your school at all, though part of you hopes he does, on the off-chance it means you’ll run into him again.
You’re so distracted by your thoughts you don’t notice him turning his head to look at you until it’s too late. He catches you staring, and you feel your face heat up, knowing you’ve been watching him way too long for it to be considered anything besides weird.
To your surprise —and relief— he doesn’t seem freaked out by it. Instead, he offers you a wave, along with a charming smile that does things to your heart that you’re unfortunately too sober to blame the alcohol on.
“So,” he starts, and heaven help you, even his voice is attractive— god really does have favorites, doesn’t he? “You come here often?”
It’s meant to be a joke while also being so ridiculously lame that you actually scoff out loud. But his smile is warm and his eyes are pretty and bright even in the glow of the flickering street lamps, so you laugh, too.
And maybe it’s because it’s probably the corniest line he could’ve approached you with, or maybe it’s because your night has already been pretty ridiculous so far, but suddenly you can’t stop laughing. Which, of course, inevitably ends with you snorting so loud even Misaki and her vomiting bush neighbor have to pause in their endless upchucking to wonder what the hell just happened, because that’s how unexpected and just generally unappealing it sounded.
You slap a hand over your mouth instantly, embarrassment burning a path across your cheeks and all the way up to your ears as the unfairly attractive and no doubt taken aback stranger blinks at you. Your gazes lock, the two of you almost comically wide-eyed —him in surprise, you in mortification— and then he’s grinning at you, letting out a cackle that is somehow louder and even more embarrassing than yours. You’re not sure if he does it to comfort you or if your snort was really just that hilarious, but it makes you giggle all the same.
For a moment you wonder what kind of sight the two of you must make: smiling and laughing together like you’ve known each other for years while your friends continue to throw up into the bushes only inches away from you. Then you decide you don’t really care, because this little exchange has already been more fun than you thought you would have tonight, and you haven’t even spoken to each other yet.
When your laughter finally dies down, he offers you another smile that has no business being as attractive as it is and introduces himself. “I’m Kuroo.”
You’re quick to tell him your name in return, smiling when he repeats it to himself carefully, as if it’s something pretty, something he wants to remember. If anyone else had done so, you would’ve rolled your eyes at them, but coming from him, it just sounds really sweet.
“Nice to meet you, Kuroo,” you say, pleased to note that you actually mean it.
It’s at that exact moment that Misaki lets out a particularly loud gag, groaning as she retches into the bushes once more. Kuroo’s friend seems to follow her lead, and pretty soon they’re both dry-heaving in unison, a soundtrack of grossness you swear you could’ve gone your entire life without listening to.
“Well,” you correct yourself with a laugh, wrinkling your nose, “as nice as it can be, considering the situation.”
“What?” Kuroo gives you a playful look, barely masking his grin as he raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re telling me you don’t normally spend your time comforting your friends while they throw up in the bushes?”
“Are you kidding? I’m here every Friday night,” you joke, waving your free hand dismissively.
He plays along, snapping his fingers together as he hums. “See, I knew I’d seen you around before.”
The two of you share another laugh, this one as easy and natural as the first. You follow his gaze as he nudges his chin towards Misaki, who’s dry-heaving and groaning into the bushes as you rub circles into her back with one hand and gather her hair with the other. “So how’d she end up here?”
“Oh, this one decided mixing light and dark liquors would be a great idea before proceeding to shotgun two beers in a row, all because some dumbass basketball player said she couldn’t.”
“And I’d do it again, too,” Misaki slurs purposefully as she sits up, momentarily lucid, before dropping back down into the bush to resume vomiting.
You and Kuroo can’t help but laugh at her declaration, sharing an amused glance as you smile at each other.
“It’s been a bit of a hard week for us. We had a lot of assignments due and a chem test that kicked our asses,” you continue. “We went out tonight because we wanted to celebrate getting through it all.”
“No shame in that. Chem kicked my ass this week, too,” he replies. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. Shiro-san isn’t exactly known for being a generous grader.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You make a face, suppressing a shudder as you recall your own semester of horror, where Shiro-san was the star of all your nightmares. “I had her last semester for bio. Every time I went to her class, it felt like both my sanity and my GPA were fighting for their lives. I basically begged my advisor to make sure I wouldn’t have her again.”
Kuroo flashes you a sympathetic look, and you can tell he wishes he’d done the same. Beside him, still obscured between two bushes, his friend lets out another groan, followed by a hacking sound that makes both you and Kuroo wince. It serves as a reminder that as nice as it’s been talking to him, neither of you are exactly out here by choice. It also makes you wonder what landed the two of them here in the first place.
“What about your friend?” you ask curiously, once the hacking has mostly ceased, though you have no doubts both Kuroo’s friend and Misaki will be starting it up again soon. “How’d he end up here?”
Kuroo grins and clears his throat, as if he’d been waiting for you to ask. He pats his friend on the back, using his free hand to lift a finger at you.
“Now that, my friend, is a tale of bravery, friendship, and stupidity,” he announces sagely, in a faux-serious voice that you can’t help but giggle at. “Mostly stupidity.”
His friend, apparently more lucid than he seems, mumbles something you don’t quite catch but assume is meant to express his indignation at Kuroo’s storytelling, swatting at him. Kuroo dodges the swipe, as if he was expecting it, though it’s not exactly difficult with how slow his friend’s arm is moving.
“Ah, ah, ah, none of that,” he scolds his friend with a playful frown, not at all serious. “You literally admitted how stupid it was before we came out here, so I don’t want to hear it.”
His friend only groans in response, which both of you decide to accept as a sign of surrender. Kuroo, ever the reliable friend, pats the other man on the shoulder to placate him once more before turning his attention back to you.
“He and another one of our friends had a contest to see which one of them could down the most shots in under a minute,” he explains, which, as he mentioned before, is quite possibly the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard. The knowing look in his eyes as he returns your incredulous glance reassures you just how much he agrees with you. “Needless to say, he won. Guess this is his prize.”
Your gaze flickers briefly to the winner in question, who retches loudly as if to confirm the story, Misaki mirroring the action from where she’s kneeling into the bushes in front of you. “Kind of a shitty prize, if you ask me.”
Kuroo laughs, an unfairly charming and pleasing sound that makes your heart flutter. “Yeah, well, it took him a minute, but I think you’ll find that he agrees with you. Isn’t that right, Bokuto?”
“Wait, Bokuto?” Your eyes widen, the name sparking immediate recognition in you, considering the fact that it belongs to one of your very own friends. “Bo, honey, is that you?”
You decide to take a look, rising up on the balls of your feet and peering over the bushes to get a better view, and sure enough, you’re greeted by the sight of one Bokuto Koutarou, all 6’1 of him sandwiched between two rose bushes you’re now positive are never going to recover. He’s barely visible from where you’re standing with Misaki, broad shoulders hunched over and head hanging above the dirt, but that black and white hair is unmistakable, even in the dim lighting of the street lamps that hang overhead.
And if the hair isn’t confirmation enough, as soon as he hears your voice, he lifts his head and lets out a groan, followed by a slurred mumble that sounds suspiciously like your name. You coo out a few words of comfort for him, hoping to reassure him, though it’s hard to tell if he hears you over the sounds of Misaki’s retching starting back up again.
You know it’s not your fault he ended up here, but you can’t help feeling a little bad about the whole thing. When Bokuto texted you earlier, saying he’d probably see you later tonight, you thought he’d meant at the party, not in the damn bushes.
But nope, turns out he’s been out here with you the whole time, puking his life away with as much vigor and misery as Misaki, and you didn’t even realize it, too busy flirting with his friend to take notice. Granted, Kuroo is a very distracting, very hot friend, but still.
Said distracting and hot friend looks a bit surprised now, glancing back and forth between you and Bokuto and raising an eyebrow. “You two know each other?”
“Misaki introduced us our sophomore year,” you reply with a nod, gesturing down at your still-vomiting friend. “The two of them had math together. I ended up tutoring them both.”
He makes a little “aha’ sound, recognition dawning on his features, as if this is a story he’s heard before, which, now that you think about it, you suppose he has. “You’re the one who helped him pass calc.”
“And you’re the roommate he’s always talking about, the one he told me he was going to introduce me to tonight.”
You can’t help but laugh at the irony of it all, though now it’s accompanied by a warmth in your chest, a giddiness you can’t ignore. Earlier, you thought Kuroo was your type just by looking at him, and it was a belief that was proven true almost immediately after you began speaking to him. Coming out here with Misaki should’ve derailed your meeting, especially with Bokuto also being out of commission, but you and Kuroo ended up bumping into each other anyway, almost like it was fate. Like it was meant to be.
And right now, Kuroo’s looking at you like he’s thinking the same thing, a warm smile on his face you’re sure you’re going to be daydreaming about for days to come.
“No wonder you look so familiar,” you say. “I’ve seen you on Bo’s Instagram story like a hundred times. He told me he had a feeling we’d get along.”
“Did he tell you anything else?”
You pretend to think about it, flashing him a cheeky smile. “Well, he did say something about you having funny hair.”
“Hey, at least he gave you a warning.” He shrugs, seemingly unbothered by your teasing, though the mischief in his eyes makes you think he’s not going to let it go that easily. You’re proven right approximately two seconds later, when he follows up with a knowing look and a shit-eating grin on his face, “I, on the other hand, had to find out about your horrifying snorting all on my own.”
“Hey!”
You gasp, free hand flying over your heart in feigned offense while he cackles like he’s the funniest person in the world. You’re tempted to elbow him, but he’s too far away right now for you to reach, so instead you settle for narrowing your eyes and sticking your tongue out at him, which just makes him laugh even more. And though you try to commit to staying annoyed, his laughter is contagious enough for you to forget all about that, and pretty soon you’re laughing with him, too.
It’s almost enough to make you forget why you’re out here in the first place, until the tug of Misaki’s hand at the bottom of your jeans reminds you. She’s looking up at you, almost like she wants to say something, and for a moment, you start to believe that maybe the worst of it is over, that maybe the two of you can finally escape these damn bushes for good, until her face pales and her cheeks fill.
That’s about all the warning you get before she’s leaning back into the bushes and throwing up all over again. You scramble to keep her from toppling forward, using one hand to hold her by the shoulder and the other to brush back her hair. A few bushes down, Bokuto finds himself in a similar predicament, letting out a whole-body cough that sends him nearly barreling into the bushes, Kuroo’s hand shooting out at the last second to catch him.
After that, you and Kuroo make the mutual decision to pour your efforts into focusing on your ailing friends, though that doesn’t stop you from stealing a glance or sharing a flirty smile every now and then. He pats Bokuto’s back comfortingly while you stroke Misaki’s hair and talk her through it at as reassuringly as you can. You take the water bottle out of your purse and help her waterfall some of it so she can rinse her mouth, tossing it over to Kuroo when she’s done so he can do the same with Bokuto.
It takes about another five minutes or so —three of which they spend simply dry-heaving— but eventually, they settle down enough that you and Kuroo are no longer worried about them actively throwing up on anyone. It makes you feel confident enough to move them, and you resolve to begin the trek back to your respective dorms, one you can only hope is filled with a lot less vomit.
You’re quick to offer the boys a ride back to campus, having already resigned yourself to playing designated driver for the night the moment you saw Misaki pick up those extra beers. Kuroo is hesitant at first —the last thing he wants to do is impose or inconvenience you— but you insist, promising it’s no trouble at all. Besides, you reason, Bokuto’s your friend, too, and you want to make sure he gets home safe. He doesn’t need much convincing after that, and soon the two of you are lugging your friends to their feet and making your way to your car.
You’re parked across the street, which, had you all been sober, is a distance you could’ve cleared in less than five minutes. With Misaki and Bokuto all but deadweight in your arms, however, the walk feels like it takes forever.
You have Misaki’s arm thrown around your shoulders, one of yours wrapped around her waist, supporting her body with your own. She’s doing her best to help you, drunken babbling and all, but whenever she gets any alcohol in her system, it’s like all of her weight becomes concentrated in her head, which is awful for both of you, considering it means she goes face-first with all of her steps. More than once, Kuroo has to intervene to keep both of you from toppling over, even though he already has his hands full with Bokuto, who has more muscle and height than both you and Misaki combined.
You’re sweating by the time you make it to your car with Misaki in tow, but at this point, you’re too relieved to care. Kuroo helps Bokuto into the back first, putting on his seatbelt and leaning his head against the window with a gentleness that makes your eyes soften, a smile you don’t bother to hide curving its way onto your lips.
He helps you with Misaki next, which you immediately find yourself grateful for. You’re honestly not sure you could’ve gotten her this far on your own without having to call your other friends for backup. She doesn’t make it easy for him, either, slurring her words incoherently and somehow managing to trip over her own two feet in a way that nearly sends her careening into the dashboard. Together, though, you manage to tuck her safely into the passenger seat without any further incidents.
She expresses her gratitude with a pat of Kuroo’s shoulder and an earnest “thank you, Rooster-Man” that you can’t help but snort at. He handles it with grace, though you’re almost positive he heard you laugh, reaching over to buckle her seatbelt. As he does, she winks at you from over his shoulder —though in her inebriated state, it looks more like a really long blink— and flashes a thumbs up, the quickest seal of approval she’s ever given for any potential guy in your life. And honestly, after tonight, you find yourself agreeing with her.
Kuroo gets in the back with Bokuto while you take your seat in the front, and once you make sure everyone’s settled in safely, you begin the drive back to campus. You’re only fifteen minutes away, but you and Kuroo spend the whole time talking, the babbling of your drunken companions serving as your background noise in lieu of the radio.
You learn that he and Bokuto played volleyball together in high school, albeit on different teams, and that he loves cats just as much as you do. He tells you about his favorite songs and about the time his older sister pretended he was invisible for a week straight, and you tell him about how much you love painting and about the time you scraped your knee trying to save your ice cream cone.
The conversation is natural and effortless, every bit as easy as everything has been between you, and pretty soon, you find yourselves back on campus. You’re almost disappointed you didn’t run into any traffic. You’d give anything to get to talk to him a little longer.
You end up convincing Kuroo to just leave Bokuto to crash at your place, mainly because he started snoring almost as soon as you loaded him into the car, and you’re honestly not sure the two of them can make it to their dorm on the other side of the quad in one piece. Kuroo, after taking a moment to ask a sleepy Bokuto for his input, agrees, and the two of you head into your building with him and Misaki in tow.
After a lot of teamwork —and a lot of laughter— you make it to your and Misaki’s dorm, which, thankfully, is only on the second floor. You tuck her into her own bed first, slipping off her shoes and throwing a blanket over her body, while she gives a grateful hum and burrows her face into her pillow. She’s smiling now, still a little dopey from all the liquor, but you know she’s going to feel it tomorrow in the worst way, which is why you leave a glass of water and some aspirin on her nightstand for when she wakes up in the morning.
You shut off the light and close the door behind you, a spare blanket for Bokuto draped over your arm. You return to the living room to find him already snoring on the couch, one arm hanging off the side and his cheek smushed against a cushion.
Kuroo stands at the foot of the couch, helping tug Bokuto’s shoes off to make him more comfortable, though the ace hardly notices it, continuing to snore away peacefully. Again, you find your heart softening at the action, that same warmth from earlier spreading across your chest and increasing tenfold when Kuroo glances over his shoulder and smiles to greet you.
You tuck him in together, easing the blanket over his body before tiptoeing out of the room silently so as not to disturb him, though you doubt you even could, what with the way he’s currently snoring like his life depends on it.
You end up leading Kuroo back to the front door and find yourself dragging your feet, knowing it means that the night is drawing to a close. And maybe it’s crazy of you to feel this way, especially so soon, but the truth of the matter is that for all your teasing, you don’t actually want to say goodbye to him yet.
“Thanks again for driving us back, and for letting Bo stay with you,” he tells you, standing in your open doorway, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. “I’m sure it’s not how you wanted to spend your night.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, really,” you say easily, waving it off. “I would’ve spent my night like this regardless. At least this way, I got to help more than one friend.” You smile, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Besides, it’s not like the night was a complete bust. In fact, I even got to meet someone.”
“Oh?” That piques his interest enough to make him lean forward. His bright eyes take you in as he stands over you and raises an eyebrow, playing along. “And what’s your verdict?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully, pretending to mull it over. “Well, from what I’ve been able to gather so far, he’s tall and smart and kind of annoyingly funny. His hair’s a little bit questionable," —that part makes him laugh, that same laugh does something funny to your heart, even now after hearing it so many times tonight— “but his heart’s in the right place. In fact, I’m starting to think that’s my favorite thing about him.”
“What a coincidence. See, I met someone like that tonight, too.” This time, it’s your turn to play along as he speaks, tilting your head with barely concealed interest. “Granted, her hair’s a little more on the boring side,” —he’s standing close enough this time for you to elbow him without any worry, which you don’t hesitate to do, even as his words make your heart flutter and your cheeks warm— “but she’s got these really beautiful eyes, and a really great laugh. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s a really great friend, too.”
It’s a wonder you’re able to look at him at all, what with the way your heart feels like it’s racing in your chest, but you manage it just fine, nothing but sincerity in your voice as you tell him, “I’m glad I got to meet you tonight, Kuroo.”
“I’m glad I got to meet you, too,” he says, and you can tell from the look in his eyes and the softness in his voice that he really means it.
It’s obvious that neither of you really want to, but you say your goodbyes, Kuroo promising to return at some point tomorrow to pick Bokuto up from your care. It’s only after he’s gone, when you’re scrubbing your makeup off your face and changing into your pjs that you realize you never actually exchanged numbers.
The realization is enough to make you smack your forehead with the palm of your hand, the sound echoing throughout your apartment and reminding everyone in its immediate vicinity that despite what your GPA may say, you are, in fact, a huge moron. You suppose it’s just a testament to your own stupidity that you spent the entire night flirting with someone who is quite possibly the most attractive person you’ve ever met and had it reciprocated only to end up completely fumbling the bag by forgetting to ask for his number.
You know Bokuto has it and that if you really want it, all you have to do is ask him, but you also know he won’t be up until the morning, maybe even the afternoon. And maybe it’s silly of you, but you don’t actually want to wait that long.
It’s with that thought in mind that you find yourself standing from your bed, shoving your feet into the closest pair of slippers you can find and throwing on a cardigan as you make your way to the door. You pull it open, keys and phone in hand, and you’re surprised to find Kuroo already standing there in front of you, a hand lifted up, as if he was just about to knock.
It’s hard to say which of you is more surprised to see the other, both of your eyes wide and expressions mirroring one another’s. In the end, you’re the one who recovers first, greeting him with a little wave. “Hi.”
It takes him a moment to respond, frozen as he is at the sight of you in front of him again, but eventually he snaps out of it, lowering his hand and breathing a nervous but nonetheless genuine, “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to bother you. I know you were probably about to go to sleep, but I— I think I might have left my phone on your coffee table.”
“Your phone, huh?” You watch in amusement as he shifts on his feet, nodding towards him with a knowing look in your eye. “You mean the same phone that’s sticking out of your pocket right now?”
“Oh, shit.” His eyes widen, eyebrows all but shooting into his hairline as his gaze follows yours to where his traitorous phone peeks out of his pocket. He scrambles to shove it away, face burning red with embarrassment at the realization he’s been caught, while you do your best not to giggle at how endearing and adorable he looks while he’s all flustered. “Wow, would you look at that— and I didn’t even notice— you know what, on second thought, I’m just gonna go—“
He turns around quickly, no doubt ready to bolt away, but you stop him with a gentle call of his name. Slowly, he turns back to face you with downcast eyes, that embarrassed blush from before spreading from his cheeks all the way up to his ears.
You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the doorway, raising an eyebrow at him. “Did you seriously pretend to leave your phone behind so you’d have an excuse to see me again?”
“Maybe.” He lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck, a sheepish look on his face. “Is that lame?”
“Only about as lame as rushing to put on a cardigan and bunny slippers just for a chance to see you again.”
He blinks, eyes flickering down to stare at your bunny slippers, then back to you, his whole face lighting up at your confession. “Wait, did you really—“
“Yup.” You wiggle your bunny-clad toes, tugging on the sleeve of your cardigan. “Guilty.” But you don’t sound like you’re ashamed of it, and when he grins at you, you realize he isn’t, either. “So how about next time we want to see each other, we make it easier on both of us and just text about it?”
“Works for me, but I don’t actually have your number.”
You extend your hand towards him and open your palm, wiggling your fingers with a knowing smile. “Then I guess I’d better give it to you, huh?”
He scrambles for his phone where it rests in his pocket, nearly dropping it at your feet in the process. You both end up laughing about it as you take it from him, putting in your number and sending yourself a quick text so you have his.
When you’ve finished, you hand the phone back to him, though it’s obvious as you meet each other’s eyes, just like it was a few moments before, that neither of you are ready to say goodbye just yet. It’s why, this time, instead of parting ways, you offer to invite him in for some tea. And, to your sheer delight, he accepts, giving you a smile that makes your whole chest light up as if it’s on fire.
The two of you spend the rest of the night sitting at your kitchen counter and drinking tea, talking about everything you can think of. And though it too eventually comes to an end, later you’ll remember how warm it felt, how right, like it was the start of something new, something good.
The start of us, you both think to yourselves, though neither one of you is brave enough to say it yet.
But then he shows up at your door the next day with hangover food for your friends and your favorite iced coffee, a smile on his face you can’t help but return, and you realize there’s no need to say it at all.
Because both of you already know, and you can’t imagine anything better.
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popkorrn · 2 years
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"look! a shooting star!"
your eyes widened in excitement at the sight of a small, glowing streak of white light that travelled across the dark night sky. 
"let’s make a wish." you said, turning to face kuroo with an excited smile. you grabbed both of his hands that were resting on your waist and clasped them together between yours. closing your eyes, you lowered your head, lips grazing his knuckles as you made your wish.
"you do know that shooting stars are just tiny specks of rock from space burning into the atmosphere, right?" kuroo commented when you finally opened your eyes, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"i know." you responded with a laugh, tilting your head upwards to face him, "but it’s nice to imagine that my wish could come true."
kuroo found himself smiling at the sound of your laughter, "so what did you wish for?"
"not telling."
you sent him a mischievous smile, humming to yourself innocently as you occupied yourself by wrapping his arms in their original position around your waist.
without warning, kuroo tightened his arms around you, trapping you tightly against his chest. his familiar scent engulfed you, and you couldn't help but melt into his snug embrace.
"tetsu, you’re going to crush me." you said, attempting to wiggle out of his arms. kuroo ignored your protests, nuzzling his face onto your shoulder, mumbling a barely audible meanie into the crook of your neck.
"if i tell you, then it won’t come true." you explained, trying to ignore the way your heart softened at his adorable reaction.
kuroo stayed silent for a moment, his face still nestled against your neck. "is your wish something special?"
you pondered for a moment, a knowing grin playing on your lips. you could tell where this conversation was going.
"i suppose so."
"am i part of it?"
jackpot.
"hmm." you hummed, suppressing a grin as you mentally applauded yourself for successfully predicting what kuroo was going to say. "i don’t know, are you?"
kuroo gently brushed a few strands of stray hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear before he responded, his voice barely audible, probably not.
you turned sharply, not expecting that response. "what? why?"
and this is what they mean to never celebrate too early.
you realised a moment too late that you had already fallen for his trap. kuroo let out a deep chuckle, a victorious smirk appearing on his face. you had just inadvertently answered his question and confirmed that he was indeed a part of your wish.
you scrunched up your nose, a small pout forming on your lips. "now my wish won’t come true."
"if you tell me, i can make it come true." kuroo whispered, his lips grazing your ear ever so lightly. you didn’t need to be able to see him to know that he was still smirking.
"no way i’m telling you my wish." you said with a huff, narrowing your eyes as you pushed him away gently, "you didn’t even make a wish."
"who said i didn’t make a wish?"
"then what did you wish for?"
"well, i can’t tell you, or it won’t come true." kuroo responded matter-of-factly, and you didn’t miss his small grin of victory on his face.
"it was probably something silly." you interjected defeatedly. if there was one thing you cannot do, it would be to beat kuroo in a superficial mind game.
"oh?" kuroo replied. the arrogant smirk that was plastered on his face just a mere second ago was now nowhere to be seen, replaced by a genuine smile that conveyed nothing but pure adoration. he tilted his head every so slightly, eyes gazing at you softly.
"is it silly to wish that you would be mine forever?"
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kuroovore · 2 years
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nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1 k
pairing: tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader
content warnings: dom!kuroo, sub!reader, car sex, slight degradation
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his grip on your thigh hasn't loosened in the slightest since the both of you quickly left the restaurant. you had been enjoying a night out with your friends, when kuroo had suddenly decided to start teasing you under the table and then decided to pull you out of the restaurant, saying barely a word to your friends before dragging you away.
"kuroo slow down, your going way too fast." you beg, your eyes watching as the speedometer crept higher and higher.
"gotta get you home baby. can't wait any longer." he responded.
“kuroo please slow down, we don’t have to wait, just pull over.”
“pull over? as much as i want to, i can’t fuck you properly in the car, baby.” he said giving you a wink.
“well i wanna try it. i’ll do all the work.”
he then pulls the car over on the side of the road and turns off the headlights before climbing into the backseat, his legs spread and arms resting on the top of the backseats. he holds out his hand and you grab it, climbing over the console before making yourself comfortable on his lap, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.
"you'll do all the work, huh? lets see it then."
you stare at him with big eyes, taking in his ever so serious expression and grip the hem of your dress, raising yourself onto your knees, and pulling it over you're head. kuroo stares at you, biting his bottom lip as he stares at your bare chest, the only pice of clothing left covering you being your panties.
you reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, staring his toned abdomen as it becomes more visible. you reach the last button and move your hands down to quickly unbuckle is belt. once you toss his belt behind you somewhere on the floorboard, kuroo reaches down to unbutton his pants, and raises himself off the seat to pull both his pants and boxers down.
he gripped his cock in his hand, giving himself a few slow tugs before you grab it and run your thumb along his tip. you reach one hand down to pull your panties to the side and place his cock at your entrance before slowly sliding down onto him.
you move your hands to his shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright as you slowly grind your hips into his, eventually moving yourself up and down once you got used to his size. you moan as you find a rhythm that you think feels good and you look at kuroo who is staring at the place where the two of you are connected, licking his lips.
as more time passes, you feel your legs start to burn and you get tired of moving so much. kuroo feels your movements slow and moves his eyes to look at your worn out face, before you rest your head in the crook of his neck, whining as you try to keep moving.
"kuroo, please." you whine into his neck.
"keep going."
"please, kuroo 'm so tired. wanna cum so bad, please help"
kuroo sighed before moving his hands from the backs of the seats, resting one on your hip and putting his other hand on the side of your neck as you sat up.
"baby can't do anything without me, huh?"
you moved your gaze away from his, looking down, starting to feel a little embarrassed. kuroo moved his hand from your neck to grip your jaw and move your face back up so you were looking him in the eyes.
"want me to take over?"
you lazily nodded as kuroo's eyes grew darker, a smirk forming on his face.
"course you do." he growled.
he placed both hands on your waist and slightly pulled you up before bucking his hips upwards into you. your hands quickly move to his shoulders, one of your arms wrapping around his neck so you could hold yourself up.
your moans and whines grew louder and louder as kuroo continuously rammed into you while he groaned into your neck. he reached up to grab one of your shoulders and pull you back so he could see your face.
"look at me. don't look away or i'll stop, got it?" he said
you whined while nodding your head, words unable to leave your mouth as you felt your face get hot. kuroo chuckled while his eyes scanned all over your face.
"look at you, baby. so fucked out, huh? i thought you were gonna do all the work, now look at us. can't do any of this by yourself, can you? god, you must really love me fucking the shit out of you."
you let your head fall, unable to keep looking into kuroo's eyes. he was so right, but you didn't want to admit it right now and you were getting so tired.
"i said look at me. you want me to stop?"
"no" you mumbled.
"hmm? why not, baby? tell me."
"feels so good. please don't stop, please"
"yea, it does, huh?" he chuckled, smiling at you as your eyes threatened to close.
"you gonna cum?"
you nodded at him, a breathy "yea" being the only thing you could get out of your mouth. your grip on his shoulders tightened as you moved to rest your head in his neck, your body giving up on you.
kuroo moved one hand to place it on the back of your head as the two of you got closer and closer to your highs, louder groans and more curses leaving kuroo's mouth.
"kuroo, i-im so close."
"yea? cum for me." he whispered in your ear.
you moaned into his skin and his grip on your waist tightened as he shot his load into you, leaning his head back to rest it on the top of the backseat.
the both of you rested just like this until kuroo helped you back into the front seat before continuing the drive home, undoubtedly thinking about how he was going to get you to go for another round.
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