#kuroo x reader if you squint

[noosayog]

003 an unexpectedly sweet valentine

❥ warnings/content: kuroo tetsuro x reader, sfw, slight angst if you squint, mostly fluff, jealousy

❥ wc: 3.4k

❥ valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist

“Good morning, senpai!” 

Your senior of one year turns around as he changes from his outside shoes to his inside shoes. “Huh? Oh, morning.” 

“It’s raining hard today, huh?” 

“Oh, yeah. Sure is.” 

“Did you bring an umbrella?” 

“Nah, forgot it.” 

“Aw, too bad! I remembered mine today!” 

“Good for you.” 

The conversation comes to a lull. Senpai stands there looking at you, as if to ask, anything else?

Somewhat awkward, you wave to him. “Have a good day, then!” 

He nods, turning away to make his way to his first class of the day. 

“Wowwww,” a voice from above you drawls. “That was a painful watch.” 

You swivel around to face Kuroo, your classmate. 

“Shut up, Kuroo,” you growl at him. 

“‘Morning Senpai! Have a good day Senpai!’” He mocks you in a high pitched voice. 

You give him a swift kick in the shins, satisfied when he bends over to cradle the spot. 

Kenma appears from behind him, shaking off the stray droplets clinging to his hair. “You deserved that.” 

“Morning, Kenma,” you snicker.

Kenma returns your greeting, heading off to his own class in the year below yours and Kuroo’s. 

A tap on your shoulder gets your attention. “Sorry about him. He’s just in a bad mood because of the rain.” 

“Kai-kun!” you greet. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for this idiot.” 

“Hey!” the idiot in question protests. 

Another head pops out from behind Kai. “What’s going on? Talking rooster head trash? That’s a conversation I can contribute to.”  

“Morning, Yakkun.” 

“Can we not talk about me like I’m not here?” Kuroo complains. 

“Shall we head to class?” Kai asks, easily ignoring him. 

“Yep!” 

“Hello? We’re all in the same class here!” Kuroo wails as he runs after the three of you.

In your homeroom, Kuroo, Yaku, and Kai all head to their seats as you take yours by the window. You greet your friends who sit by you, excited to ramble about your encounter with the cool Senpai from the basketball team whom you’ve recently developed a crush on.

“What do you like about that guy anyway?” your friend asks. 

“What do you mean? There’s so much to like!” 

She gives you a dubious look. “For example…?”

You start counting on your fingers. “Well, he’s captain of the basketball team, so he’s tall-”

“You like him because he’s tall?”

“He’s older, so he’s more mature-”

“Right,” she nods sarcastically. “Being a year older makes him so mature.” 

With two fingers up, you’ve run out of reasons. Your friend rolls her eyes at you. 

“Personally, I prefer the volleyball guys in our class.” 

“Kai-kun?” you nod empathetically. “I can totally see that. He’s kind and smart. Yakkun, too. He’s energetic and outgoing.” 

“Kuroo’s included in that group too, you know.” 

You wrinkle your nose. 

“What’s your beef with him? He’s tall, smart. Lots of people in our grade would say he’s funny too. He’s actually pretty popular.” 

You shake your head, “the most that guy has going for him is his friendship to Kenma. I can totally see someone getting close to him so that he’ll introduce them.” 

Your friend just shrugs patronizingly, like you’re beyond reasoning with. 

“Anyway,” you switch topics. “Senpai forgot his umbrella today, and it’s going to rain all day. I’m going to watch basketball practice afterschool and offer to share my umbrella with Senpai on the way home. Wanna come with?”

“Pass.” 

You shrug. “Suit yourself.” 

– 

“Did you hear that?” Yaku elbows Kuroo, whispering not very quietly.

Kuroo swipes at the elbow, rubbing his ribs and mumbling for Yaku to keep it down. 

“Damn, what’d you do? She thinks you’re such a loser.” 

“Gee, thanks,” Kuroo grits out. 

Yaku holds his hands up in surrender. “Just pointing out the facts.” 

“Hey, now. Let’s not be too hasty,” Kai cuts in. “It might just be a temporary infatuation with the basketball club guy. There’s still hope!” 

Kuroo groans and slumps forehead first onto his desk. Even when Kai is trying to be nice, it makes him feel so pathetic. 

–

When the final class of the day ends, Kuroo lingers in the classroom, still racking his brain for an excuse to keep you from going to the basketball club. He trails after you as you get up to leave the classroom. 

You’re taking a drink of water when Kuroo watches your friend shoulder into you a bit too hard, leaving you to stumble backwards, hands flailing to keep your balance. The uncapped water bottle in your hands goes flying into Kuroo, dumping its contents into the bag in his hands, containing the spare jerseys the volleyball team had planned on using for practice matches today. 

Kuroo drops the bag, arms coming up to support your back and keep you upright. 

When you’re stable on your feet, you quickly pick up your water bottle to staunch the flow of water, though it doesn’t matter much anymore given the jerseys are all soaked through. 

“Hey! What did you do that for?” you scold your friend. You turn to Kuroo, “thanks and sorry…” you trail off, not knowing how to remedy the situation. 

When Kuroo catches the wink your friend sends him, he catches on. “Aww man, now what’re we going to do for practice?” 

Yaku cuts in. “Oh, it’s fine. We can just use the spare-” 

Kai slaps a hand over Yaku’s big mouth, dragging him off towards the gym. “We’ll head to practice first. Why don’t you figure out the situation, Kuroo?” 

“Kuroo, I’m so sorry, but this was all her fault. Hey-” You turn to where your friend was standing, but she’s gone.

“We needed these for today’s practice. You’re just gonna have to help me out with the laundry to get these dried before the 3v3 drills then.” 

You pull a very displeased expression, mumbling something Kuroo can’t quite hear but is definitely a curse out of your friend. 

“Can’t I please make it up to you some other way? I have really important plans today.” 

Sure, as if trying to suck up to that basketball captain counts as really important plans. 

“All you have to do is toss these in the dryer and wait until they’re done. It’s the least you can do.” 

You offer a begrudging, “fine,” hauling the wet bag and following behind a triumphant Kuroo. 

As promised, it takes you less than an hour to dry the jerseys, passing the time by watching the volleyball club boys warm up and run drills. As you pull the jerseys out of the machine, Kuroo meets you by the locker room. 

“All done! Now can I-” 

“Man, it took too long to dry them. We had to restructure our drills since it’s too late to start practice matches now.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Look, Kuroo. I’m sorry, but I have no say over how long a dryer cycle is.” 

“I know. It just really put us in a hard spot, especially given that Nationals are around the corner…” he sighs audibly. “But it’s fine, I know it’s not totally your fault.” He sighs again. 

“Ok, ok” you give in. “What can I do to make up for it?” 

It takes all of Kuroo’s willpower to suppress a victorious grin. “Hmmm,” he pretends to deliberate. “Aha!” he exclaims. “You could be our manager until Nationals are over. That’d help the team and Coach Nekomata out a lot.” 

You hesitate. “Manager? Why don’t you just find a permanent one? Everyone says you’re all popular-”

“Everyone?” he smirks. 

“Yeah. Personally, I don’t really get it, but,” you miss the slight dimming of his grin. “I’m sure there’s someone out there who’d be more willing… I mean, more helpful than I would be.” 

“Figures that you’d try to weasel your way out of this.” 

“Weasel my way- wait just a second-” 

“It’s fine,” Kuroo cuts you off, turning around to leave you there. “You’re right, we’ll just find someone who’s more responsible.” 

“Hold on, Kuroo!” you grab the back of his jacket, pulling him back. 

This time, the grin on Kuroo’s face spreads in full force. 

“I’ll do it. I am not irresponsible.” 

“Great, you can start tomorrow.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, huffing indignantly like you’re satisfied that you’ve restored your reputation, your plans to be alone with basketball-senpai completely forgotten. 

Hook, line, sinker. 

–

Your job as the volleyball club manager is actually enjoyable. Save for the extended time you now need to spend in Kuroo’s company, you make friends with the rest of the team, especially the enthusiastic younger class. 

During lunch time, Kuroo will often request that you join Kai, Yaku, and him on the roof. 

“Why? I deserve freedom from you outside of volleyball club hours.” 

“Interesting that your commitment to taking the position of manager only extends to certain hours.” 

“What? Slander! I’m committed-” 

“We were going to discuss and review our plays from previous games, but I guess we’ll manage without you. Just hand me the notebook and we’ll review without you-” 

You stand abruptly, slamming your palms on your desk. With the notebook in question in hand, you storm past him, making your way to the roof access stairs without another word. 

“Well?” you demand when Kuroo doesn’t follow. “Are we going or what?” 

Kuroo grins. “Coming.” 

In your indignation, you fail to ever catch the grins from Yaku, Kai, and your friends. 

Sometimes, those lunches end up being just you and Kuroo, Yaku and Kai often being called away halfway through. Once all volleyball business is complete, you and Kuroo finish eating in relative peace. Often, he lies down to spend the rest of break napping. You tell yourself it’s too awkward to leave him there without a word, so you sit quietly to keep him company. 

One time, you had awoken to a sound of a camera shutter, realizing belatedly that you had fallen asleep on Kuroo’s shoulder. When you crane your head to face the boy in question, eyes wide and swiping at your lip in case you were drooling, you’re met with the usual smug grin on his lips, but his eyes are warm. Instead of smacking him and throwing a scatching remark, your cheeks heat up and you avert your eyes like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

–

When February rolls around, the entire student body is buzzing with the excitement of Valentine’s Day. You haven’t had any more development with basketball senpai, with your time mostly preoccupied with volleyball, but you’ve long standing plans to make Senpai chocolate. You’ve done research by asking around to find out that Senpai likes dark chocolate. 

“Have you thought about making the volleyball boys chocolate?” Mari asks you. 

“Yep, I plan to.” 

“And Kuroo?”

You choke on your water. “Why would you single him out? Of course… because he’s a part of the volleyball boys…” you trail off. 

Your friend props her chin on her palm, expression bored but the corner of her lips twitch. “Uh huh,” she says in obvious disbelief. 

Your inner turmoil is exacerbated when Kenma says to you, the day before Valentines, “despite his looks, he likes sweeter chocolate.” 

“Who?” 

Kenma just gives you a look, waving as he makes his way home. 

The following day, you show up to school, hands full with all the chocolates you made the night before. Each bag is wrapped in an individual baggie with a white ribbon except for one that is wrapped special, in a small box with red ribbon.

For Senpai, obviously. 

Your first stop of the day is your friend. You hand her a bag and she smiles, quickly opening it and popping it in her mouth right in front of you. 

“What do you think?” you ask. 

“Mmmm,” she closes her eyes, savoring the sweet treat. “So sweet. Milk chocolate? Weren’t you going on about how Senpai likes dark chocolate?” 

“I… made different batches.” you lie. You brandish the box with the red ribbon. “Senpai’s was made special.” 

“Still sticking to giving that boring Senpai chocolate, huh?” 

“He is not boring!” 

“Sure, whatever.” She peeks into your bag to look at the array of all the baggies you plan on giving out today. She looks up at the red ribbon box in your hands then back into your bag. “Just that one box? And it’s for Senpai?” 

“... yup.” 

“What was that pause?” 

“What pause?” 

She just rolls her eyes and turns back to her textbook. 

– 

“Did you hear that? It’s for the basketball guy.” Yaku elbows Kuroo’s ribs. 

“Can you stop elbowing me?” 

“That’s not important right now! She’s still going to give that guy chocolate!” 

“I know, I heard,” Kuroo hisses. 

Kai gives Kuroo a pitiful look that ticks him off. “What are you going to do?” 

“What is there to do?” Kuroo replies, keeping his eyes focused on the homework he has on his desk. “I’m going to grab a drink from the vending machines. Be right back.” 

He gets up to walk to the furthest vending machine in the courtyard. Maybe the walk and the winter air from the garden will help him cool his head. 

When he gets back with a can of tea in his hands, Kuroo sees you standing at his desk, where Kai and Yaku are still loitering around before class starts. He watches you hand each of them a bag tied tastefully with white ribbon. He lingers in the shadow of the doorway, watching Yaku and Kai thank you, then you walking back to your desk without leaving a third bag for Kuroo. 

He feels like he could use another walk right then, but the teacher catches him in the doorway and pushes Kuroo into the classroom to start class for the day. 

He makes eye contact with Kai and Yaku, who shake their heads at him, answering his unasked question. 

–

At lunch, Kuroo disappears on his own. He thinks to himself that he just needs the time to cool down, in fear that he’d embarrass himself in front of you by asking where his portion of chocolate is. He would feel bad enough if you just handed him giri-chocolate that you have everyone else. He would die, though, if you said you didn’t prepare him any at all. 

As he sits alone in the rarely frequented stairwell of the west wing of campus, he sighs. 

What does that guy have that he doesn’t anyway? Every conversation Kuroo has overheard between you two has been terribly boring. He gives dry, one-worded answers. He’s not funny nor particularly smart. He’s tall but so is Kuroo? Maybe he’s good at his sport, but Kuroo is taking his team to Nationals. He’s obviously not into you, whereas Kuroo himself? You get the picture. 

Anyway, he doesn’t think it very presumptuous to think of himself as a better match for you. The two of you joke and laugh together. You get along with his closest friends. Despite your sharp tongue, you seem to be comfortable enough around him. He reminisces of the one time you fell asleep on his shoulder on the roof. He had been wide awake and frozen solid, scared that even breathing too loudly would shatter the moment. He would never tell anyone that the photo Yaku had snapped of you drooling against his shoulder was saved in a password-protected folder in his phone. 

He sighs again, all the tension leaving his body as he lets himself feel all the feelings he’s been holding back. A heavy arm rests over his eyes, squeezing them tightly when he feels the sting behind his irises threatening to surface. 

Unable to pull himself together enough to face you in class, he ends up at the infirmary for the rest of the day, citing a headache. The nurse offers one of the beds and Kuroo gladly takes it, napping the afternoon away, a temporary escape from thoughts of you. 

The break is short-lived as he wakes up just in time for the last class of the day. Not even the prospect of his favorite subject, science, can improve his mood as he drags his feet to the lab classroom. He makes his way to Yaku and Kai’s table, not meeting your eyes. His teammates give him questioning looks but say nothing when Kuroo shakes his head and immerses himself in the lesson for the day. 

Class goes by even more quickly than normal and before he knows it, the dreaded time of day has arrived. He packs slowly, hating himself for wanting to eavesdrop on your plans for the rest of the afternoon. 

“So, what’s the plan?” he hears your friend ask you. “Volleyball or basketball?” 

“Not sure,” you reply. “Gotta go, see you tomorrow!” 

Kuroo watches as you hastily grab your things and leave the classroom. He ignores your friend’s prying eyes on him as he walks out after you. 

In the hallway, he spots you speeding away towards the shoe lockers. As he contemplates chasing after you, he hears a call of your name. 

Kuroo watches in mild horror when he finds that the voice belonged to the captain of the basketball team. His eyes stay glued to the boy who approaches you, all charming smiles and grinning snake eyes. The two of you are too far for Kuroo to hear your conversation but he can see your expression morphing into one of bashfulness. 

All his emotions spill over as the scene unfolds right in front of him in slow motion. He watches your hands dig into your pocket, making the motions to pull something out and likely hand it to your senpai. It all happens so quickly, but before he knows it, Kuroo’s grabbing your hand and dragging you away. 

Something - wind? His boiling hot jealousy? - roars in his ears, any protests you let out going right over his head. It’s only when the two of you reach the garden behind the gymnasium that he lets go. 

He freezes, back still turned away from yours.

It hits him then. He drops your hand like a hot potato, almost giving into the overwhelming urge to bury his face in his hands, crouch down so low that he’s buried in the ground. 

“Kuroo?” he hears you call tentatively. 

How was he going to get himself out of this one? 

So he does what he does best with you. 

Cower. 

He turns around, putting two hands behind his head to feign nonchalance. He forces out a laugh and in the lightest voice he could possibly muster at a time like this, he sticks his foot in this mouth. 

“You were gonna give your chocolates to that senpai, huh? You better be glad I interrupted and saved you the embarrassment of getting rejected in front of the entire student body.” 

You blink at him. “Excuse me?” 

“I mean, I really saved that guy back there. Knowing your cooking skills, you might as well have poisoned him-” 

A box thrown at his face interrupts him. He catches it before the fall to the ground, staring at the offending hand that launched the item. He then looks to you, thoughtless as your eyes begin to water. 

“They’re for you, asshole. If you don’t want ‘em so badly, go throw them away for all I care.”

As you turn around and storm off, Kuroo sees one of your hands coming up to rub angrily at your face. 

He gives chase once more today. It’s easy to catch up as he gets in front of you, face craning to look at you, to validate that he’s not going crazy and you’re really crying over him. 

You turn away stubbornly until Kuroo grabs your arms, holding them up in the air to trap you. 

“Let go!” you thrash. 

But it’s easy for Kuroo to keep them still, unusually quiet as he looks and looks until he gets his fill and confirms that he’s not dreaming. 

“They’re for me?” he asks. 

“Yes, you idiot. Do you wanna add deaf to your list of defining characteristics? It can be right up there with moronic, insensitive, stupid-” 

He chuckles; he doesn't even know where it came from, really. 

Relaxing, he lowers your arms back down but keeps his hold. “And are they the ones you made for all your friends? Or are they…” he trails off, staring into your eyes to get his meaning across. 

You cringe, neck shrinking to retract your face into your scarf. Averting your eyes, you mutter, “the second one.” 

He suddenly engulfs you in his arms. The squeeze he gives you forces a little squeal from you. 

“Oh my god,” he rubs his cheek against the top of your head like an overgrown cat. “You’re so cute, I could die.” 

Your cheeks feel hot as you repress the urge to smile. 

Instead, you mumble, “die then.” 

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B♡Y NEXT DOOR — kuroo tetsuro x male reader

w.c: 1.6k

WARNING: mentions of blowjobs, deepthroating, free-use, creampies, manhandling, fantasizing, kuroo is kinda a perv!, shy reader, college au.

a/n: msorry this is so short!! the request was kinda vague so i tried to put together what i could! it’s mainly kuroo’s thoughts for the nsfw part, but i think it’s still okay!

Dorm life is not your forté. Sure, you haven’t experienced it yet, but you can just tell it’s going to lead to your forthcoming demise. Exhibit A, it’s two in the morning and you’re only just now moving in after orientation. It’s late, the sun had set hours ago and it was time for the moon to occupy the sky. It’s your saving grace from the darkness of the hall, yellow light illuminating off the walls from just one small lamp by the communal mailboxes. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake, especially since you were particularly tired yourself. Your aching body pops with tension as you stretch your arms, lifting them above your head as your shirt rides up and exposes just a hint of your lower abdomen. Just a few more boxes to go.

You’re ready to curl up in bed, away from any prying eyes and fellow students. Starting during the second semester wasn’t a very smart move, everyone knew each other already, and you’d have ten times more issues trying to make friends when groups were already established. Who knew the type of people you’d be sharing a place with. You sigh, a quiet huff through protruding cheeks, and begin dragging a particularly heavy box inside your room.

“Hey! Be careful,” There’s a gruff voice behind you, raspy from either overuse or lack thereof, but fried from sleep nonetheless. You freeze, body stiffening as your back collides with the person behind you, much more solid than you’d originally thought they’d be. But you push through it, already embarrassed and body ablaze from the rocky first meeting. They let you step through, covering their ears dramatically at the sound of heavy cardboard scraping against the hardwood flooring. “What’s your deal?!”

Ah. It’s a man behind you, no older than you, who stands tall with long, lean limbs. His hair is dark, barely even brown, swooped up with what you assume is copious amounts of gel, save for a few tufts of hair that rest along his right eye. In the dark lighting you can’t exactly make out all his features, but you can tell his facial structure is nice, with the way the moonlight peeking through the blinds cups his cheeks.

His footsteps pound against the floor as he turns to walk around you and the box, hunched over to pick it up himself— save the headache. Apologies bubble in your throat, threatening to spill off your tongue, but despite his words he doesn’t seem all that bothered. Your arms fall to your sides, head bowed as he carries the box somewhere with the others. Should you introduce yourself?

“Sorry…” You start, voice quiet and reserved. You can’t tell if he heard you, but you continue anyway, fighting the urge to find the nearest closed off room and hide. “I didn’t… They said no one would be here today.”

You can hardly see him, just a silhouette of a man, but it makes a movement as if he’s scratching his chin. Maybe you said something wrong.

“Oh,” Is all he says, and you can imagine his lips curling into a small ‘o’ along with it. He really should listen more. In fact, the front door features a calendar with this very day circled, written in messy handwriting ‘roommate move-in.’ “Kenma said something about that. I’m Kuroo, just housesitting!”

So he’s..not your roommate, then? There’s a beat of silence before he flickers on the lights, bright and harsh against your unadjusted survey. Your face is distorted cutely, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed as you blink around the room, taking in its appearance. It’s minimalistic, not much besides two beds, video game consoles, and freshly organized wires. You assume the other door by the right of the room leads to the bathroom. You look back at the man, finally adjusted, with hesitance.

He’s staring at you, hazel upturned eyes narrowed like a cat. A shiver runs down your spine, ice cold and painfully obvious as you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other, shrinking under his gaze. He seems to soften at that, manually widening his eyes so he appears less intimidating. Despite it all, though, he’s cute. With a strong jaw and straight eyelashes, a soft yet handsome and defined face. It’s only then you notice his clothing— or, lack thereof. His boxers are striped, black and red, and that’s about it. You shuffle awkwardly, biting your tongue.

“Well! This place is gonna be real quiet,” He jokes to himself, lips curling upward as he tears his gaze away from your handsome face. Between you and Kenma, he’s sure there won’t be much conversation. You’re not exactly blunt, though. Maybe a ball of nervousness, but not blunt, from what he can see.“You’re a lot cuter than I thought.”

“You too.” Your response is immediate, but the wide eyed expression on your face makes him think you didn’t actually mean to say it. You’re really soft spoken, too. If anything else was going on he surely would’ve missed it. Kuroo feels himself smile.

“Oya? Did you think I was ugly?” He strikes a childish pose, resting his face in his palms as he bats his long eyelashes in your direction. He relishes the sound of your laughter, just as quiet as your voice. He wonders how loud you can get.

He watches you shake your head in response, a genuine smile gracing your face as you pick up the last of your things— blankets and pillows—and carry them over to your assigned bed. His eyes never leave you, glued to your face as you place sheets on your bed and fluff your pillows. You look so easy to move, he could just flip you over and do it for you, hold onto your waist and lift you up like you’re a feather. Pretty, too.

Kuroo clears his throat, dropping his arms to discreetly cover his erection. At this rate he’ll have to tuck his dick in his waistband.

He imagines pushing you down onto your knees, pretty mouth open wide enough for him to rest his cock on your pink tongue, loud slaps echoing through the room. The wet squelch of his precum frothing on your tongue, the head of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at random moments, just so he can hear you gag and choke on his cock.

He imagines a particularly sharp thrust down your throat, watching it bulge and contract around his dick until you can’t breathe. But even then, you’d hold onto the back of his thighs, try to push him deeper while you cry over not being able to take him deeper.

He imagines burying your face in his pubes, watching your teary eyes roll back when he finally fits himself down your throat, cock twitching as your ruined face presses against his hip. That would be enough for him, your pretty, fucked-out face looking back up at him as your throat makes humiliating noises around his shaft.

He imagines cumming down your throat, guiding himself out when it’s apparent you might black out, watching you catch your breath with loud, rushed pants. He’d cup your face, tapping it gently so you look up at him, forcing you to follow his slow breaths, chest expanding with ease. He’d call you his good boy, slapping his dick against your cheek.

He imagines lifting you up by the soft skin of your throat, watching you stumble over your own feet and lean into him for stability. Your eyes would be glassy, glazed over as you beg him for something, anything. Any type of release, any touch to your pretty body. You’d beg so pretty, soft voice suddenly loud and high pitched as you bounce where you stand, whining out, “Ple—ase, Tets!”

He imagines slutting you out, turning you into a shameless whore while he slides back into you for the third time that day. He wonders if you’d hide your face, closing your legs and whining about the intrusion just to have them parted again, Kuroo’s much stronger, bigger hands digging into the plush of your thighs to inspect your sopping hole. That just wouldn’t do, he’d pull your hands away from your face, holding your jaw between his fingers so you can watch his cock sink into you again and again, cum cascading down your thighs and dripping onto the floor.

He imagines making you beg for it, your entire body tense as he fucks into you, holds you open with his hands to watch his cock get swallowed by your velvety walls. You’re so shy, so quiet and timid. So he imagines your squeals, your mind too far gone after hitting your sweet spots over and over and over. You’d be his sexdoll, pliant and moldable in his hands as he bounces you on and off his cock, even feeding his leaking cum back to you. He wants to smear it over your lips and have you wear it like lipgloss—

Your mattress squeaks, loud enough to snap the business major out of his thoughts, and he finds you shyly sitting crisscross on your bed. Your head is tilted, sweet like a puppy as you blink up at him, voice barely above a whisper.

“Uhm, Kuroo…? Are you okay?”

“Right, right!” Kuroo nods, glad the patch of precum pooling in his boxers is covered by the deep shade of fabric. He bounces on his heels, stiffly shuffling further toward the bathroom as he speaks. “There’s a place opening up on campus that sells really good fish. We should go sometime! Get to know each other, right?”

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possessory // kuroo tetsurou

tw ⇢ rivals to lovers, sexual tension, possessive kuroo, fingering, begging, finger-fucking, locker room sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, getting caught, marking, some yaku x reader if you squint

wc ⇢ 9.3k

a/n: my love for yaku shining through this fic. i’d to bite my knuckles trying to not write a threesome. luckily i’ve already planned something for my baby

The whistle pierced the heavy air like a gunshot, signaling the end of the heated practice match. You barely registered the shrill sound over the thrumming of blood in your ears as you panted harshly, chest heaving from exertion.

Your narrowed gaze remained locked onto the tall, rangy figure across the net - those sharp, watchful eyes that always seemed to glitter with something more feral than simple competition whenever you squared off. Kuroo's lips curved in that all-too-familiar razor's edge of a smirk as he raked his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead in one long pull.

The casual arrogance of the gesture made you grit your teeth against a low snarl. As if he didn't already know full well how obscenely distracting the subtle ripple of his arm and shoulder muscles could be when--

You viciously derailed that wandering train of thought before it could lead somewhere utterly unacceptable. There'd been enough heated incidents between you already without indulging a treacherous fixation on the physical. Even if Kuroo seemed hellbent on upending your restraint at every turn.

"Nice effort out there," he drawled loudly as the teams began separating to their respective benches. "I can definitely see some improvement from the last time we played."

The words were seemingly innocuous enough. But the low, gravelly delivery dripped with Kuroo's typical infuriating condescension. You felt your hackles rising instinctively at the spark of challenge banked in his goading stare.

"You're really working those compliments for all they're worth today, aren't you Kuroo?" you shot back acidly, pointedly raking your gaze over his sweat-soaked jersey with obvious disdain. "Need me to send you a thesaurus so you can freshen up that material a bit?"

Kuroo's eyes flashed briefly at the barbed retort, but the edges of that smirk only deepened further in a way that made your jaw tighten.

"If it ain't broke..." he trailed off with a one-shouldered shrug that you refused to let your eyes linger on.

Just like that, the thick undercurrent of animosity and unresolved tension reasserted itself between you. The energy sizzling in the air took on a distinctly more charged quality, like the first building pressure of an oncoming storm about to break. You could practically taste the torrid stirrings of heat and restless aggression prickling along your limbs.

This was nothing new in the undeniably volatile dynamic you and Kuroo had cultivated over innumerable practice matches and heated encounters. That endless cycle of provocation and denial destined to build towards...what end, neither of you ever seemed to acknowledge. But the friction generated by your clashing wills could be damn near scorching at times.

On the sidelines, you were vaguely aware of teammates shooting knowing looks back and forth, clearly no strangers to the blazing intensity you brought out in each other. Every subtle interaction between you and Kuroo seemed to bleed with unspoken tension and unsettled cravings that simmered just beneath the surface.

It had long been an open secret that your rivalry extended far beyond just the court itself. Though openly admitting as much remained strictly taboo.

Kuroo suddenly moved as if to step closer, an unreadable glint flickering briefly through those penetrating eyes. For a dizzying heartbeat, you thought he might continue provoking this simmering confrontation between you in a different, more incendiary direction.

Instead, Kuroo simply hooked his thumb at you in a deliberately casual gesture dripping with unearned arrogance, as per usual. "Keep telling yourself those little lies, kitten. I've still got plenty of ways to shut that smart mouth of yours that we haven't explored yet."

The heated innuendo landed like a physical blow, stealing your breath as your pulse kicked up a staggering notch. You refused to let your imagination indulge even a second's consideration of what depraved "methods" Kuroo could possibly have in mind. Some lines could never be uncrossed between your rivalry without irrevocably shattering everything.

So you settled for a derisive snort, turning on your heel and stalking away from that dark, all-too-appealing promise burning in his gaze. You refused to be the one to cave first and give Kuroo the satisfaction.

Just like always, the explosive friction between you would remain unresolved. No matter how urgently it simmered and begged for combustion, you would hold the line of restraint...

For now.

The charged encounter hung thick in the air as you tried and failed to shake off the lingering effects of Kuroo's taunts during the cool-down stretches. No matter how you willed your focus elsewhere, you were persistently, maddeningly aware of his presence across the gym floor.

Of the way he moved with that deliberately careless, arrogant swagger - all long, powerful limbs and sinuous grace as he bent and extended through the stretching forms. Every motion seemed calculated to snag your wandering attention, to goad your eyes into tracing the sculpted contours of muscle shifting fluidly beneath sun-kissed skin that glistened with a fine sheen of exertion.

You grit your teeth and averted your gaze stubbornly each time you caught it straying. But the phantom echoes of Kuroo's sinful murmurs about "shutting that smart mouth of yours" reverberated through your heated thoughts in an endless torrid loop.

Unbidden, your mind provided tantalizingly vivid flashes of just what form that insolent threat might take if he ever dared carry it out. You imagined the hot brand of Kuroo's mouth crashing against yours in a searing, breath-stealing kiss born of too much aggression and too little restraint. His calloused palms mapping out every whisper-soft inch of feverish skin as you both finally surrendered to the smoldering madness of your rivalry entirely.

The mental images proved so viscerally potent that you nearly missed the loud clatter of a water bottle being knocked to the floor a few feet away. You startled, cheeks flushing guiltily as you realized Yaku was eyeing you from the next mat over with clear amusement wrinkling the corners of his eyes.

"You're sure looking pretty spaced out over there," he commented far too innocently. "Everything...okay?"

Willing your features back to a carefully neutral mask, you shot your teammate a pointed look. "I’m fine, Yaku. Just still feeling it from the second set. Not sure where my head's wandering."

The lie felt hollow even to your own ears. But Yaku seemed wise enough not to press any further, simply nodding before continuing his regimen.

On the far side of the gym, you caught the briefest glimpse of Kuroo straightening up from his own stretches, running one long-fingered hand through his disheveled hair in a way that really shouldn't have been so distracting. His eyes found yours unerringly through the gaps and bodies between you. You tensed despite yourself, awaiting Kuroo's next inevitable flare of provocation.

For a long, heated moment he simply held your stare in silence, making an exaggerated show of slowly dragging his appreciative gaze over your flushed features and down the lines of your sweat-sheened torso. When next he met your gaze, his expression glittered with an utterly indecent gleam that made your pulse skyrocket unwillingly.

It was like he'd seen straight through your feeble attempts at restraint and composure. Like he knew with piercing clarity exactly where your wandering thoughts had gotten derailed just now, and was silently goading you to surrender that illicit trail entirely. The challenge issued in his heated stare was clear – keep denying this combustible charge smoldering between us and find out just how far I'm willing to push those boundaries.

You refused to be the one to break eye contact first, even as the air between you grew thick and heady. Even as desire bloomed like wild embers in the pit of your stomach in a way it absolutely should never have. Not for Kuroo, not your sworn rival and human catalyst for antagonism on and off the court.

And yet it burned there nonetheless, unconcerned with the rigid compartmentalization your common sense kept insisting upon. That insidious heat threatened to scorch you from the inside if you persisted in denying it outlet through even the most inconsequential of actions.

Another minute ticked by punctuated only by the harsh rasp of your breathing and Kuroo's cat-like observance. His eyes narrowed infinitesimally as if gauging the level of unraveling restraint behind your impassive front. Waiting to see if you would finally be the one to blink first.

You lifted your chin subtly in silent defiance. Daring Kuroo to escalate this latest confrontation between you to more scorching heights if he dared. You'd weathered far worse maelstroms of his undisguised provocation than this before, no matter how potent.

The hard line of his jaw flexed in mild approval at your steadfastness before at last Kuroo's lips curved in a sharply amused smirk. The one that never failed to slice through your serenity like the sharpest of blades.

"Don't hurt yourself, kitten," he drawled suddenly in that graveled rumble of a whisper that carried easily across the gym's stillness. "I know all about holding my breath for the things I really want."

The barely veiled innuendo in Kuroo's rasped words hit you like a physical gut punch, forcing you to strangle down the instinctive flare of molten heat that twisted low in your abdomen. He knew, that insufferable bastard knew exactly what effect his grating taunts had on you despite your best attempts at impassive defiance.

You bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste copper, refusing to grant Kuroo the satisfaction of watching you react overtly. But the way his hooded gaze slowly raked over you made it clear he didn't need histrionics to read your body's traitorous responses loud and clear.

Kuroo's tongue swept out to drag deliberately along his bottom lip as you glared daggers back at him. The unhurried, vaguely obscene motion drew your eyes helplessly for a scorching second before you wrenched them away. You could have sworn you heard the low rumble of an amused chuckle from across the gym at your faltering composure.

The sudden jarring impact of a balled-up towel hitting your shoulder made you jolt violently. You whirled with a snarl already curling your lips, half-expecting Kuroo to have somehow slithered closer undetected just to continue provoking you.

Instead, it was simply Kenma eyeing you with that familiar half-lidded look of sardonic indifference - one earbud already dangling loose as he'd clearly sought to disengage from whatever this latest maelstrom of tension was between you and your so-called rival.

"You two need a cold shower or something?" he remarked flatly, seemingly oblivious or uncaring of the molten quality his observation took on. "Cut the foreplay and just fuck already. Could smell the unresolved sexual tension from across the gym."

You choked on a shocked inhalation at Kenma's blunt assessment, heat flooding your cheeks in a dizzying rush. The dull roar of abruptly resumed activity within the gym filled your ringing ears as others seemed to freeze mid-motion at his crass outburst. A quick glance towards the other side of the court revealed Kuroo staring back with eyes comically wide, lips parted around what was probably intended as a reflexive denial.

The awkward tension expanded with each passing second it went unacknowledged until finally Kenma rolled his eyes tremendously and simply stuffed his earbud back in, unmoved. The courts slowly came alive again bit by bit, the disjointed sounds of squeaking sneakers and voices just on the edge of too-loud once more filling the air.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Kuroo straightening his shoulders beneath the weight of your heated stare, almost like steeling himself for your answering volley. But rather than issue another round of barbed taunts, you simply clenched your jaw, grabbed your jersey and spun sharply on your heel to stalk from the gym before anything else could further test your tenuous grip on restraint.

Once in the empty locker room, you leaned against the blissfully solid surface of your locker and allowed yourself a shaky exhale. Your heartbeat felt like it was rabbiting out of control as you ruthlessly quashed the wanton direction your thoughts insisted on straying.

Kenma's crass remark shouldn't have landed with such searing effect, you told yourself sternly. Shouldn't have made your imagination conjure up such deliriously vivid fantasies about Kuroo pressing you up against the cool steel at your back right now as you finally surrendered to--

"Fuck," you growled harshly, pressing the heels of your palms against your traitorous eyes until spots of color burst across your vision.

You couldn't keep allowing your bitter rivalry with Kuroo to careen so perilously close to the edge of oblivion repeatedly. To let your cataclysmic friction continue escalating to such a razor-sharp precipice every time he proved insufferable enough to provoke every simmering frustration and desire boiling over inside you.

No matter how infuriatingly, inexplicably attractive you found the insufferable prick, you simply couldn't keep indulging these...what? Wild, indecent fantasies about him pressing you up against rough tile as you finally --

You took a deep steadying breath to abort that train of thought before it could derail completely off the rails into utterly forbidden territory. Again. Some lines could never be uncrossed between you and Kuroo without shattering the foundations of whatever this frenzied push-and-pull dynamic existed upon.

No matter how tempting the prospect sometimes felt.

The scalding shower spray did little to rinse away the lingering haze of heated frustration still clouding your thoughts. If anything, the punishing jets of water needling over your taut muscles seemed only to amplify the electric tension still humming beneath your skin in the wake of your latest encounter with Kuroo.

You grit your teeth against a low growl bubbling up your chest as your mind unhelpfully replayed the smug curl of his lips around those parting taunts - challenging you, practically demanding you admit some undeniable undercurrent still burned white-hot between you despite your constant denials.

Beneath the thundering spray, your hands clenched and unclenched in a vain attempt to rein in the roiling mixture of bitter antagonism and darker, more primal cravings that invariably got stirred up whenever Kuroo slipped beneath your defenses. You couldn't seem to prevent flashes of slick skin and molten friction from battering against the shattered remnants of your restraint.

The memories felt so viscerally potent in the aftermath of his provocation that you swore a strange staticky charge was building along your limbs. Like thunderheads rapidly converging toward their inevitable lightning strike. Wild, pent-up energy begging for release in an unbridled eruption you knew better than to give voice or form to.

With a sharp exhale, you braced your forearms against the shower tile and allowed the scalding spray to rinse over your neck and shoulders as you hung your head, trying in vain to steady your ragged breathing and derailed composure. Try as you might, you couldn't seem to shake the persistent imagining of Kuroo's larger, rougher hands replacing yours in mapping the slick trails of water over your overheated skin.

You swallowed hard against the vivid fantasy, against the wanton direction it kept trying to careen down despite your best efforts at restraint. Kuroo's shadowed silhouette would be so infuriatingly at home behind you like this - a predatory prowl straight from your most fevered subconscious yearnings as he pressed himself flush against your back with a low rumbling exhale that resonated to your very core.

The intrusive daydream flickered with dizzying lucidity behind your tightly screwed eyelids. Every slick inch of heated muscle rippling beneath your hands as you pivoted to seal your lips against his in a searing collision of unleashed desire. Kuroo's rough palms branding blazing paths down slippery expanses of soft skin as you arched into his maddening caresses in silent, desperate plea to finally explore those molten hungers to their conclusion...

With a choked groan, you whirled and pressed your forehead against the cool tile in an attempt to forcibly evict your tormentor from weaving his provocation into such a deliriously vivid fantasy. But the afterimage of his taunting silhouette remained burned onto the backs of your eyelids alongside the whispered promise of indecent transgressions, should you ever finally yield to that unchecked inertia carrying you straight towards them.

A dizzying shudder lashed through your overwrought frame as an anxious noise close to a whine escaped your trembling lips. You couldn't do this, couldn't keep allowing Kuroo to effortlessly provoke you to such maddening heights of frustrated longing and combustible lust with only a few heated looks and expertly wielded taunts.

It was like battling the inescapable allure of a riptide, the seductive siren call of its irresistible pull growing stronger and more irresistible every time you slipped beneath its churning rip currents before somehow wrenching yourself back to the surface at the last gasping moment. How long until even the most monumental force of will proved too feeble to keep dragging you back from the brink?

Kenma's crass words about cutting the "sexual tension" echoed unwanted through your whirling thoughts. You tried to swallow back the imagery his crude accusation summoned up, but some details still crept in past your battered restraints.

You. And Kuroo. Tangled up in a fevered, inevitable conflagration of slick heat and molten friction, napalm-bright desires burning until you were utterly consumed in a blast of searing rapture…

With a snarled curse, you reluctantly killed the shower spray - unable to escape your own torturous libido in the steamy confines any longer. Perhaps some fresh air might finally clear your head enough to dull these relentless indecent urges before Kuroo inadvertently provoked you into fulfilling Kenma's crass prediction at last.

The locker room feels oppressively warm and stifling as you emerge from the showers, skin still tinged pink from the scalding spray's futile attempt to rinse away your lingering frustrations. A thin sheen of perspiration almost immediately rekindles across your flushed chest and brow.

You swipe your forearm roughly across your hairline, trying and failing miserably to ignore the way rivulets of water trace tantalizing paths over your collarbones and breasts, down the taut planes of your abdomen. Each shimmering droplet's wake seems to leave pinprick trails of heightened sensitivity in its wake, maddeningly conspicuous against your overheated awareness.

With an annoyed grunt, you pull open your locker and reach for the thin cotton undershirt draped over the top shelf...only to freeze as an unmistakable, heady musk suddenly wafts up to assault your senses.

That rich, earthy, and utterly masculine fragrance feels like a physical blow lancing straight through your already compromised restraint. Instantly, you're assaulted with a barrage of unshakably vivid imagery unlike anything that has plagued you previously beneath the showers.

Kuroo looming over you, eyes hooded and lips parted around harsh exhales of barely leashed hunger. The heat of his solid frame pressing you back against unforgiving chill steel as electric shockwaves of friction build to maddening crescendos between you. His body branded like a searing brand against the sweat-slicked expanses of your bared skin as you arch and writhe beneath the exquisitely rough mapping of his hands, thighs parting reflexively in a wanton entreaty for deeper indulgence—

"Fuck," you snarl, hurling the offending garment across the small space like it has bitten you. Your breath saws harsh and shallow as you recoil from the vivid flashes still bombarding you from all sides.

That obscenely provoking scent...it hadn't been your shirt you'd started to pick up at all, you realize with a delayed sort of horror rapidly turning your belly to soured granite. The realization brings with it a whole separate series of incendiary imagery you are utterly powerless to prevent from sparking behind your tightly screwed eyelids like the world's most sadistic filmreel.

You, burying your face against that thick knit of soft fabric and breathing deeply of the headily masculine notes lingering there. Of salt and skin and vaguely woodsy musk as you try in vain to chase memories of their original source, to resurface those haunting fantasies like some lecherous addict chasing their next molten hit.

Perhaps even allowing one hand to trail slowly down your slick torso, fingertips blazing scorching paths southward as lurid shadow-flashes of Kuroo's sharply angled features fill your mind's eye. Of his heated gaze darkening to feral approval as you unapologetically surrender propriety to slake those smoldering cravings he's systematically and expertly stoked within you past all possible willpower to deny.

With a violence that belies you, you wrench your eyes back open to inspect the contents of your locker more closely. Sure enough, hanging carelessly amongst your own neatly folded pile at the very bottom is one of Kuroo's unmistakable crimson team jerseys. Your fingers spasm against the urge to reach down and tunnel into the temptingly soft knit, to willingly soak in that unholy musk until you're dizzy and molten with the imprint of him in your most forbidden fantasies.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes tightly shut again as a broken gasp rattles from between your clenched teeth. This just keeps getting worse, that tantalizing scent rapidly proving itself your own personal brand of siren's call towards crashing into the deepest pits of sin and self-indulgence—

The sound of an opening door freezes you like a stunned animal in your tracks. Your entire body snaps rigid with tension as your pulse kicks up several panicked notches, utterly dreading whoever might now bear witness to your clear unraveling.

Heart thundering in your ears, you slowly crack one eye back open with trepidation...only to feel the weight lift somewhat as Shizuku, one of your teammates came cautiously around the corner, cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," she stammers, clearly flustered at having stumbled upon you in this state. "I didn't realize anyone was still in here. I can come back later!"

You wave a dismissive hand before she can retreat, not quite trusting your voice not to come out incriminatingly wrecked just yet. Trying to regain your composure, you attempt to slow your ragged breathing as subtly as possible.

Shizuku nods hesitantly, not seeming entirely convinced as her sharp gaze continues raking over you with growing concern. "Are...are you feeling okay? You look really flushed."

The obvious worry in her tone makes guilt churn unpleasantly in your gut. You can only imagine what sort of indecent, overwrought state she's finding you in right now. A vivid flash of her somehow catching you red-handed while giving in to your wanton urges ricochets through your mind, making you swallow thickly against a rising blaze of heat.

Desperately, you shake your head in an attempt to physically dislodge the utterly unacceptable fantasy before it can take seed. Pushing a tight smile onto your lips, you wave Shizuku forward reassuringly.

"I'm fine, really!" you insist in a voice that thankfully doesn't waver as much as you'd feared. "Just...stepped out of a really hot shower is all. Probably going to head out soon anyway."

Shizuku visibly relaxes at your answer, offering a relieved smile. "Oh good, I'm glad it's nothing serious then!" She steps over to her own locker and begins digging through her gym bag without a second thought.

You let out a shaky breath, using her presence as a convenient excuse to turn your back and refocus on getting dressed and out of here before another intrusive fantasy tries to take root.

You stare at the rumpled crimson jersey with a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Of course his scent had to linger cloyingly around the fabric in a way your senses couldn't seem to ignore, even after that shockingly scalding shower.

Heaving a frustrated sigh, you reluctantly snatch up the borrowed top and give it another inspecting look. There's a faint smear of deodorant along the collar line and a few scattered strands of short black hair stubbornly clinging to the soft cotton weave. Unmistakable signs of repeated wear and the masculine essence now permanently embedded into every delicate thread.

Your pulse immediately kicks up as new waves of heated compulsion crest over you at being surrounded by Kuroo's intimate essence like this. But grinding your teeth hard, you resolutely refuse to feed the treacherous undercurrents of want that seem insistent on cresting to the surface at every provocation from him.

No, you're determined to get yourself under control here. To put some distance between the unwelcome distraction he's become and regain a clear head once more. If putting on Kuroo's clothes helps provide any sense of closure regarding these increasingly indecent preoccupations...well, you're desperate enough to try just about anything at this point.

Before your resolve can waver any further, you slide the jersey up and over your head - the soft knit sliding easily over your still-damp skin and clinging to every curve of your torso like a second skin. Almost immediately you're enveloped in the smoky, vaguely citrus-tinged aroma of Kuroo's body wash and deeper musk. The disconcertingly familiar scents seem to drape you in a suffocating veil of molten heat that licks dangerously at the edges of your restraint.

You stagger back a few steps, chest heaving as fresh waves of phantasmic imagery come swarming like sharks to chum. Reveries of Kuroo's heated stare boring into you as he takes in the sight of you in his clothes with dark, burning approval. Images of him advancing with leonine grace, callused hands slipping beneath the loose hem to sear scorching trails over the naked, sweat-slick expanses of your--

With a frustrated growl, you grasp fistfuls of the offending fabric and yank it vigorously away from your sticky skin in a desperate attempt to gain some reprieve. But the damage is already done - the mere suggestion of being swathed in anything bearing Kuroo's personal essence is enough to trigger the instantaneous mental avalanche of indecent cravings and salacious fantasies you struggle so mightily against.

You pant harshly, feeling uncentered and perilously close to coming utterly unraveled like never before. How are you supposed to withstand this constant barrage of molten provocations from your sworn rival? How much longer can you even remain within your own right mind before surrendering to the siren's call towards combustible freefall?

Riding on the crest of that maddening spiral of thought, you make a desperate decision. With horribly shaky fingers, you grab at the button seam of your soaked gym shorts and frantically tear them open. You don't dare look down, don't want to see what sins your hands might inadvertently commit beneath the allure of Kuroo's infused jersey.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut tight and exhale a steadying breath as you shimmy out of the last of your clothes. You have to get a grip, have to focus your spiraling thoughts on literally anything else in this instant before you find yourself sleepwalking towards the edge of a point of no return.

It's only once your traitorous, damp gym wear lays discarded on the tile floor that you finally find the courage to crack one lid open hesitantly. When no fresh barrage of illicit visions immediately assault you this time, you gradually allow your death-grip on the jersey's hem to loosen.

There's still no question that wearing this small piece of Kuroo's essence so intimately against your naked skin feels nothing short of debauched. Like you've willingly attired yourself in sin made fabric in an act of lurid indulgence. But whether it's the cortisol dump from your panic, or simply that you've now grown painfully accustomed to the potency of his scent and provocation, you're no longer drowning in the tsunami of wanton cravings from only moments ago.

In fact, the steady drape of the already sweat-dampened jersey now feels refreshingly cool and grounding against your heated flesh. Like the familiar, lived-in scents enveloping you no longer hold the power to summon such incendiary visions - at least not in the sheer vast torrents they previously wrought.

You take a deep, cleansing breath and instantly feel some small fraction of clarity beginning to return. With it comes the growing certainty that letting Kuroo and your relentless rivalry send you careening down such lascivious mental spirals is both self-destructive and foolish.

The hard choice crystallizes with that clear-eyed realization - by putting your own scent and essence directly over his, you can gain back the upper hand in this personal battle toward retaining your restraint. By making Kuroo's jersey unequivocally yours through sheer force of intimate proximity, you neuter its power to continually push you towards mental unravelings of indecency.

You nod decisively at that plan of attack, already feeling some grounded sense of self-possession return.

Your first order of business after dealing with this inappropriately tempting distraction is returning Kuroo's clothes, of course. But damned if you won't savor a small sense of petty victory over regaining sovereignty over your turbulent thoughts and want first.

Then you can return to plotting ways to get deliciously even with your callous tormentor for all the maddening provocations and heat he's incited within you lately...

With your fragile sense of restraint regained for now, you quickly gather up your discarded gym clothes and shove them into your duffel bag, not wanting any more lingering reminders of Kuroo's scent messing with your hard-won clarity.

You move with renewed determination, trying not to dwell too long on the deliciously deviant thrill of simply existing in nothing but your rival's loose jersey while you prepare to leave the locker room. There's no point denying how utterly and deliciously illicit the sensation feels against your bare skin. But rather than unraveling you towards indecency once more, the mere fact that you've asserted control over the intimate situation helps keep those more prurient impulses at bay.

Still...that doesn't prevent the faintest tendril of heated want from curling low in your belly at the unmistakable mental flash of Kuroo's expression should he happen to stumble upon you like this. Of the blazing trail his gaze would no doubt scorch across every inch of visible skin as his eyes hooded with smoldering surprise and primal, undisguised hunger.

You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to taste copper at that vivid imagining, feeling fresh pinpricks of arousal lancing through you. As always, the merest consideration of Kuroo's intense, provocative presence proves to be like singeing tinder to your subconscious libido - threatening to spark into a conflagration of wanton thoughts and indecent urges if left unchecked.

Shoving down that dangerous trail before it can consume you utterly once more, you quickly shoulder your bag and stride for the exit with as much purpose as you can muster. You're so focused on wrestling back control of your derailed restraint that you nearly crash headlong into Yaku as he rounds the corner, clearly on his way in after practice.

You both freeze mid-stride, eyes going wide as you take in each other's equally stunned expressions. For a longmoment the awkward silence stretches out between you, punctuated only by the sounds of your harsh breathing loud in the tiled stillness.

Then finally, seeming to find his voice first, Yaku lets out a low whistle as his sharp gaze rakes over you in one long, assessing sweep. "Well well...don't you look pretty cozy there, babydoll," he remarks, pitching his tone somewhere between casual observation and wry insinuation.

You feel heat flood your cheeks despite your best efforts, suddenly hyperaware of just how utterly compromising this whole situation must appear to any outside observer. Kuroo's jersey barely grazes the tops of your thighs, leaving the long toned lengths of your legs completely exposed and tantalizingly on display when paired with nothing else.

"Yaku, I - it's not what it looks like, I can explain--" you begin hastily, shame and embarrassment vying for control in your rasping tone.

But he simply shakes his head with a knowing grin, cutting off your flustered protests before they can truly take root. "Don't worry 'bout it, babydoll. Not my business to judge, and it sure ain't my place to cockblock either. Just tell that smug bastard Kuroo I want my fucking jersey back sometime this year if he's gonna be loaning it out like this."

With a wink and a shit-eating grin, Yaku saunters around your frozen form and continues on into the locker room, whistling cheerfully beneath his breath all the while. You can only gape after him, dizzy with equal parts embarrassment, annoyance, and grudging amusement at just how casually he apparently accepts stumbling across what he assumes to be the aftermath of some secret tryst between you and your hated rival.

Yet despite the overall awkwardness of the situation, some profoundly petty part of you also feels an innate thrill at the idea of Kuroo finding out you've been traipsing around in his clothes like some deliciously insolent afterglow.

The thought of watching those sharp features of his cloud over with displeasure and jealous possession lights an undeniable flare of wicked satisfaction in the depths of your psyche. You can't quite smother the devilish smirk that quirks your lips at the mere idea of provoking such spikes of dark territoriality from your arrogant rival over you flagrantly disregarding the "boundaries" between you in such a salacious manner--

Your molten chain of thought is brought up short, however, as another familiar figure comes prowling around the corner with the sort of leonine confidence that immediately sends a frisson of electric awareness zinging down your spine. For a dizzying instant, it's like every scintillating erotic daydream you've been battling lately roars to vivid, lurid life right before your very eyes.

There's Kuroo, strutting in with that same loose-limbed cockiness you've come to expect, likely fresh from pushing his own training regimen to its limits as usual. His practiced ease falters perceptibly as he clocks the fact that you're not only still here, but...well.

You watch with thirsty relish as those piercing amber eyes blow wide in a potent combination of shock and molten male-appreciation - the unmistakable signs of desire and possessive outrage already warring behind them as they blaze over every exposed inch of skin you've left available to his perusal.

"The fuck, kitten?" he finally manages in a slightly strained growl. "You just couldn't resist helping yourself to what's mine, could you?"

You shrug one shoulder lazily, not even trying to feign innocence as you let your gaze blatantly roam over his frame in return. "Don't act so scandalized, Kuroo. It's not like you've never wanted to see me in this state before."

His nostrils flare at your brazen words. You can see the way his throat works as he swallows thickly. "That's a dangerous assumption to be making there, sweetheart," he bites out, clearly trying to regain some veneer of control.

Chuckling lowly, you hook a finger into the jersey's neckline and tug it aside just enough to expose a teasing glimpse of your collarbone and the swell of your breasts. "Is it though? Or are you just getting flustered by how easy it'd be to peel this off me and see what other bad decisions I've made?"

A muscle ticks in Kuroo's clenched jaw at that. He takes a single predatory step closer, movements tight like a compressed spring as his eyes darken perceptibly. "You never did know when to quit provoking things you can't handle, kitten."

You hold his smoldering stare boldly. "Maybe I'm just finally acknowledging things I've wanted to provoke all along."

The loaded suggestion seems to snap the final threads of Kuroo's restraint. A low rumbling growl reverberates from deep in his chest as he surges forward in one sinuous, barely leashed movement. You only have a split-second to react before his broad frame is looming over you, caging you back against the lockers as he braces an arm above your head.

"Careful what you wish for, babydoll," Kuroo breathes in a horribly tempting rasp right against the pulse point of your throat. His free hand skates up beneath the hem of the jersey to sear over the bare skin of your inner thigh. "I'm not feeling too generous with things that belong to me right now."

Any provocation or pithy response dies on your lips as those calloused fingertips drag a scorching trail higher. Instead, all that escapes is a shaky exhalation that Kuroo seems to drink in like a fine vintage as his lips curve in a predatory smirk.

"That's what I thought," he rumbles in that gruff, smoky tone that vibrates through you in delicious waves. "Now why don't you be a good little thief and show me exactly what sins you've been coveting, kitten?"

The low, carnal rumble of Kuroo's challenge hangs thickly between you as that large, calloused hand continues blazing a scorching path up the sensitive inner expanse of your thigh. You can't quite muffle the trembling whimper that stutters up from your chest as those questing fingertips dare to drift ever higher beneath the loose hem of the jersey.

"That's it, kitten..." he purrs in a voice made viscous and ragged by naked want. "No more pretenses now that we've reached the inevitable conclusion of those teasing little games of yours."

Kuroo's free hand suddenly winds into your hair, not quite gentle yet not overtly harsh either as he guides your head back with a subtle tug. The new angle leaves the long vulnerable expanse of your throat deliciously exposed and straining against the first delicate blossoms of bruising kisses he presses there like sin-soaked brands.

"This is what you were begging for all along, isn't it?" he rasps against your feverish skin between each indecent new imprint of his lips and tongue. "All those brazen little taunts and glimpses of temptation you couldn't resist flaunting right in front of me. Like some shameless siren calling out for her reckoning."

His wicked mouth has found that one spot just below your jaw that never fails to rob the strength from your limbs. You tremble violently as Kuroo laves his scorching tongue over that sensitive point in clear exploitation, surrendering a stuttering keen of pure rapture that seems to spur him on like a drug.

"Fuck, kitten...do you have any idea what it took not to lose control and take what's mine with my bare hands whenever you bared your slutty little neck for me?" he growls with heartfelt vehemence even as his free hand continues its molten trek higher and higher beneath the jersey's hem. "How many times I've had to wrestle down the urge to mark every single inch of you in ways you'd never forget just who those sweet little sounds belong to?"

That large, rough palm finally, blissfully finds its inevitable destination between your parted thighs. You shatter utterly at the first undeniable caress of deft fingers slicking through your embarrassingly wet folds. Kuroo growls deep approval at the state of utter ruin you've been reduced to by his carnal words and touches alone.

"Look at you...so fucking needy and desperate for me already," he rumbles with that unholy confidence only a man utterly assured in his dominance can possess. "And to think you tried to lecture me about teasing...you've spent who knows how long just aching to be taken apart like this."

You whine shamelessly, head thrashing against the unyielding steel of the lockers at your back as two thick fingers find your entrance and begin circling in maddeningly light, teasing strokes that scatter every coherent thought to the winds.

"P-Please..." you hear yourself whimper in a broken, debauched rasp that only seems to make Kuroo's eyes blaze darker with fresh coals of sin-steeped possession igniting behind them.

"Please what, kitten?" he demands in that low, ritualistic timbre that somehow reaches straight down into your very core and seizes every hidden erogenous zone in its grip. "Use that messy little mouth and beg properly for what a desperate little slut like you so clearly needs from me."

"Kuroo, fuck- I need you to...I need you inside me, please!" The words tumble from your lips in a heedless slurry of desperation that would have shocked your more restrained self into mortified silence. But here, now, with those large fingers still lazily circling your molten entrance as he raptly drinks in every debased plea, nothing else seems to matter.

In one smooth motion, Kuroo's hand leaves your sweat-dampened hair as he hitches the jersey's hem higher in a wordless command you swiftly obey - until the garment is rucked up to allow his searing gaze full view of the sinful ministrations he's reduced you to. Of just how wrecked and shattered you've become beneath his skilled touches and unrepentant provocations at last.

"That's it, open those gorgeous fucking legs for me and watch just how thoroughly I'm going to relieve you of these indecent little cravings once and for all," he vows in a growl dripping with decadent sin and virile promise.

A single broad fingertip finally, blissfully delves into your soaked folds - breaching the snug walls of your entrance with the sort of languorous, deliberate pace that speaks volumes of the unhurried plans Kuroo has for your ruin. A second blunt digit follows not long after, slowly and carefully working its way deeper into the tight sheath of your pussy, stretching the untouched muscles in the most toe-curling, obscenely exquisite agony imaginable.

"Christ, kitten, you're so fucking tight..." Kuroo growls, a raw note of lust and male-appreciation bleeding into his voice as he takes in the sight of his fingers buried deep in your fluttering, dripping core. "Just look at how eagerly your slutty little cunt is trying to suck me in even deeper...tell me, are you this starved for my cock, or just that desperate for a good hard fucking?"

"Fuck, Tetsurou, don’t talk like that-!"

You break off in a keening gasp as Kuroo's thumb finds your clit and begins working the engorged bundle of nerves with slow, precise movements. His other hand still holds the jersey's hem up and out of the way, giving him a perfect view of his fingers pistoning slowly in and out of your soaked depths.

"What's wrong, kitten?" he purrs with an evil chuckle, leaning in until his breath scalds hotly against your ear. "You don't like the truth being laid out before you like this? Admit it, you're soaking wet just thinking about me filling you up until I'm the only thing you can think about anymore."

"I-It's not like that, please, you're driving me crazy--!"

"That's exactly the fucking point, sweetheart." Kuroo punctuates his assertion with a particularly vicious thrust that makes you mewl and arch into him. "Now stop holding back and tell me exactly what I want to hear, or I'll keep making a mess of your pretty little cunt until you can't remember how to speak anymore."

Your eyes fly wide open at that threat. "Kuroo, I swear to god, if you don't finish what you've started, I'm going to--"

"What, kitten?" Kuroo growls, teeth finding the tender juncture of your throat and jaw in a savage nip that sends a shockwave of electric sensation straight through you. "Gonna try and fuck yourself on my fingers until you come? Is that what you want, to ride my hand and fuck yourself silly while I watch?"

"Kuroo-!"

"Then go ahead," he commands with a feral, carnal sort of relish. "Ride my fingers and prove how much you need this, kitten. Let me see just how depraved a slut you really are, and I'll give you everything you've been begging for."

"Y-you bastard, I swear, I'm going to kill you!" you choke out as your hips begin bucking up against his hand of their own volition.

But rather than taking offense at your weak insult, Kuroo simply flashes that wolfish smirk that's haunted so many of your lurid fantasies. His amber eyes bore into you with a burning intensity that makes something primal and instinctual twist and writhe within you.

"Oh, don't worry, kitten. I fully intend to fuck you into submission, right here and now, just the way you've always wanted. That is, unless you'd rather beg me on your knees like a good little girl to fill your pretty, empty cunt with my cock and fuck you like the greedy little slut you are."

At his filthy promise, an electric charge zings down your spine and pools like liquid fire low in your belly. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers like a vise, hips bucking wildly in search of that final, elusive threshold of release as Kuroo continues working your clit mercilessly.

"Come for me, kitten," he breathes in a guttural rasp that resonates with something far more fundamental and bestial. "Come for me now."

Like a puppet cut from its strings, your entire body seizes up. Your back arches almost painfully as a scream rips itself from the back of your throat - a sound so wild and animalistic, you scarcely recognize the wanton creature it's torn from.

The force of your climax rips through you with the same white-hot intensity of a lightning strike, making you buck and thrash wildly against the unforgiving steel behind you. The pleasure is so acute, so agonizingly blissful, it's as if every nerve ending has been stripped raw and exposed to the elements.

It feels as if your release goes on forever, wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure crashing through your trembling limbs and wringing a steady, high-pitched keen from the very core of your being. It's only Kuroo's free hand coming up to cover your mouth that smothers the wanton sounds of ecstasy tumbling from you without restraint.

The world narrows to the sensation of his strong, calloused hand pinning you down with easy dominance. To the feeling of his fingers pumping slow and steady within the spasming clench of your oversensitive walls, as if wringing every possible drop of pleasure from your spent body.

It's a full minute or so before the world begins to gradually filter back in through the haze of blissful release. As it does, you become gradually aware of the way your entire body is still trembling with small aftershocks. Of the way Kuroo's dark head is pressed into the hollow of your shoulder, his lips moving as if in prayer as he breathes you in like some rare perfume.

When he finally pulls away to meet your gaze, his expression is almost reverent. "There she is," he murmurs with a soft chuckle, eyes warm and fond as they roam across the slack lines of your face. "I've been waiting a long time to see you looking that undone, kitten."

You swallow past a suddenly dry throat, the last vestiges of euphoria still buzzing through your veins as you try to process the magnitude of what's just happened. Of the way the heat and tension between you has reached its inevitable, combustible conclusion at last.

But rather than being sated or even satisfied by the act, a fresh wave of molten want immediately re-ignites like a furnace in the pit of your belly. Suddenly the memory of his calloused fingers buried inside you feels like an itch beneath your skin that can't be satisfied with anything less than the fullness of his cock.

"Tetsurou, please..." you hear yourself rasp, the need thick and urgent in your tone as your gaze drifts meaningfully down his still-clothed form.

Kuroo follows the path of your gaze with a low chuckle. He slowly withdraws his fingers from your sopping entrance, drawing a soft whimper from your throat at the loss. You're too far gone to be embarrassed by the lewd, wet sound the motion creates, however, too consumed by the sudden, aching emptiness now gnawing at you.

"Easy, kitten, we're getting there," Kuroo soothes, reaching down to deftly unfasten the fly of his shorts. You feel a sharp thrill shoot through you as his large, capable hands free the swollen length of his cock at last, leaving it standing flushed and proud before your rapt gaze.

"Look at that, so greedy you can't even wait for me to take these off properly first," Kuroo chuckles, giving his stiff length a slow, leisurely stroke that makes something dark and possessive ignite in the depths of his gaze. "Tell me, are you going to be a good girl and take all of this for me, hm? Or am I going to have to remind you exactly who's in control here?"

"T-tetsurou..." you manage, already feeling that dark, viscous hunger unfurl within you.

The sight of Kuroo's cock, swollen and rigid with lust, is enough to drive any further attempts at coherency from your mind. All that matters is having the thick, pulsing heat of his cock filling the empty, aching void between your thighs at last.

Kuroo's gaze rakes over you ravenously. He looks like a man ready to devour every last inch of you without restraint. And right now, you'd willingly submit to anything and everything he demanded if it meant feeling the full weight of his cock plunging deep into the molten sheath of your pussy.

"Turn around, kitten. Face the lockers and hold yourself open for me," he commands, already guiding you with firm hands until you're braced against the cold steel. "I'm going to fuck you like this. Gonna make you take all of me at once, and leave you a mess of cum and debauchery. Then maybe I'll drag you home and show you exactly what it means to be mine."

The mere thought makes you dizzy. You quickly move to obey, spreading your legs wide and bracing yourself against the unyielding lockers as you bend over and expose the glistening pink folds of your cunt.

"Please, Tetsurou, I need your cock so bad, please," you hear yourself babbling without a care, so consumed by the maddeningly empty ache inside you, nothing else seems to matter. "Please, just fill me up and fuck me already, I'll be a good girl and do whatever you want, just please!"

Kuroo's responding growl of approval is nearly subhuman in its depth. In the next instant, the heavy, searing heat of his cock is finally pressing into the entrance of your drenched pussy. You choke back a sob as his length plunges mercilessly in to the hilt with one fluid thrust.

For a long moment, Kuroo remains perfectly still. It feels as if every muscle in his powerful body has turned to stone as he struggles to maintain some modicum of restraint. But when you begin clenching around him with short, desperate jerks of your hips, it's like a switch is flipped.

His hands find your hips in a bruising grip, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave marks as he pins you in place and begins thrusting into you with ruthless intent. With the first powerful surge of his cock, all higher functions of thought seem to cease. The only thing you can focus on is the way his length fills you with such delicious friction, splitting you open and leaving you breathless and utterly wrecked.

"Fucking hell, kitten, look at the way your slutty cunt is trying to suck me in," Kuroo groans, sounding dangerously close to his own peak. "Feels so fucking good...can't believe I've been waiting this long to make a mess of you, fuck-!"

His movements are becoming more and more frantic, losing the careful rhythm of his previous thrusts as his hips buck into yours with the frenetic intensity of a wild animal. Every harsh, jarring slap of his pelvis against your ass, every inch of his cock stretching you to the limits, is like a drug straight to your system.

The pressure builds and builds until your body is practically singing with the sheer anticipation of release. Your vision is beginning to go blurry around the edges, the air thick and syrupy as it leaves your lungs in a series of helpless, mewling cries.

Kuroo's large, rough palm suddenly snakes its way around your waist, his thumb finding your clit and pinching it hard as he pounds relentlessly into your tight sheath. You scream as the sudden stimulation sends you plummeting off the edge, your entire body seized by a second orgasm that hits you like a tidal wave.

In the next instant, Kuroo's hips jerk violently against yours, his entire body going rigid as a drawn bow as his release finds him. The sound that tears itself from his chest is guttural, bestial, the kind of noise a man can only make when reduced to his basest, most primal instincts.

You can feel his cock pulsing as he shoots load after load of cum deep inside you, filling your womb and flooding your inner walls with the evidence of his pleasure. You're so far gone, your head spinning and your limbs quaking, it's like floating outside yourself, watching the scene play out from afar.

You don't know how much time passes like that. How long the two of you remain tangled together, sweat-damp and sated and panting as if you've both run a marathon. It feels like ages before you begin to surface once more, awareness gradually returning with each measured breath and the slow, deliberate way Kuroo's hand begins smoothing over your trembling flesh in lazy circles.

When he finally slips free, you can't quite stifle the faint sound of loss that escapes you. But before you can mourn the loss too deeply, Kuroo's already spinning you around to face him, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss as his arms come up to band around your waist.

"Mmm, I could get used to that," he murmurs as he breaks away, resting his forehead against yours. His voice is still ragged and slightly breathless, but there's no mistaking the languid, decadent satisfaction dripping from his tone.

You chuckle weakly, unable to suppress a shiver as his hand begins idly stroking the curve of your ass. "You really are a bastard, Kuroo. What happened to showing a little self-control, hm?"

"I could say the same to you, kitten," he returns, not the least bit remorseful as his mouth twists into a wolfish grin. "But if you'd really rather be calling me a bastard than moaning my name, well. We can go right back to square one and I'll fuck you stupid again until you're screaming the right name."

"Oh god, shut up," you groan, burying your face in his chest.

Kuroo laughs, a dark, sinful sound that makes your pulse flutter even in the midst of your mortification.

"What the fuck?!"

A new voice rings out from the locker room entrance, making both you and Kuroo freeze mid-embrace. Turning slowly, you see Yaku standing stock-still with a stricken expression on his face. He takes in the two of you, the state of undress, and the obvious aftermath of a tryst with a look that can only be described as a mix of shock, disgust, and mild arousal.

"Seriously, Kuroo, in the locker room? You couldn't find a better place to fuck this shameless hussy?" he complains, making no move to hide the fact that he's blatantly checking you out despite the indignant tone.

Kuroo simply shrugs one shoulder, completely unrepentant. "What, jealous, Yakkun? You can always join us, I'm sure she wouldn't mind a second cock."

"Kuroo, for fuck's sake!" Yaku snaps, throwing his hands up. "This isn't a fucking gangbang! Go get a room somewhere, I'm trying to get dressed here!"

"I don't mind a little audience," you remark casually, reveling in the way Yaku's eyes go comically wide as he processes the implications of your words. "But if you don't hurry up and make a decision, I'll be riding Tetsurou's cock again."

"I can't fucking believe you," Kuroo breathes with a dark chuckle. "First the jersey and now this...you're really not going to give me a break, are you?"

"Nope."

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tsuki and reader who loves video games :3 whenever reader finds a new game, they always talk about it to tsuki and have him try it with them at least once!! if tsuki likes the game, reader considers it a huge win; although tsuki doesn’t play a lot, if he sees reader playing a game he likes, he’ll sit with them and play for a bit <3

𖦹°｡⋆ Actually not boring (tsukishima x reader)

⟡ cw: no pronouns used i think, fluff, a little cussing, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything.

⟡ a/n: i kind of went off prompt i'm sorry </3 i just could only see tsukishima acting like this asdfghjkl hope you like it anyway but also i'm sorry if its bad im still getting used to writing again! alsosorryhinata-

“What the hell are you doing?” Tsukishima asks as he walks into your shared bedroom to see you at your new light blue and white PC setup. You turn around in your chair to face him with a bright smile on your face.

“I’m playing on Kenma’s new Minecraft smp!” you excitedly say to him as you pull him down to your level to show him how Kenma, Hinata, Kuroo, and Bokuto’s characters are all standing around the spawn area.

“Seems boring,” your boyfriend squints his eyes as he looks at everyone’s skins “what in the world is Bokuto’s avatar? it looks ug-”

“Isn’t handsome?! Just like me!” A loud screech from Bokuto comes through your headphones and cuts off Tsukishima and bursts your eardrum as you forgot to mute your mic and deafen. Tsukishima groans and rolls his eyes before grabbing your mic from your desk to bring it up to his face.

“No but it is ugly like you.” Tsukishima says into the mic causing Bokuto to shout and hit your character as if it was Tsukishima but you punch him back to get him to back off. After that small distraction, you deafen yourself and turn to look back your boyfriend.

“Jeez, thanks babe, now my ears are bleeding,” you glare at him and he scoffs shaking his head, “Why don’t you play with us? I’m sure you’ll have fun!” you change the subject to try to convince Tsukishima to play with the group but all he does is plop on the bed on the otherside of the bedroom.

“Minecraft is boring and childish, we went over this when you tried making me play with you last month.” Tsukishima says in a monotone voice as he scrunches his face.

“But this time it’s mod-”

“Nope, don’t care you can’t convince me.” He cuts you off not even giving you a chance to finish what you were saying making you let out a huff and turn back to your PC.

What you were trying to explain before you were rudely interrupted, was that it was a modded Minecraft server with a bunch of different tech, magic, and animal mods and that you really thought he would enjoy it since some of the mobs that were added to the game were different types of dinosaurs you could tame and ride. You shake it off not caring enough to try to convince him again for now.

After about an hour and a half, you and Tsukishima are still in the same spots as before doing your own thing while talking to each other occasionally. The both of you had ordered dinner since neither of you were really up to cook or go out so Tsukishima had paid for the food so long as you agreed to go down the the apartment complex lobby to pick it up from the delivery driver.

“Babe, food is almost here you can go down to the lobby now.” Tsukishima told you making you groan out of annoyance because you were working on a tech project with Hinata on the server and didn’t want to leave him alone for the fear that Hinata may break something important (he isn’t very good with minecraft mods).

Regardless, you deafened your headset after telling Hinata you would be right back and to not touch anything before standing up from your seat and turned to face your boyfriend “Okay, I’ll go get the food but can you come sit here and make sure Hinata doesn’t touch anything?” you asked Tsukishima with puppydog eyes and a pout that he couldn’t resist so all he did was sigh and sit at your desk like he was told, making you happy and then off you went to get the food.

After you left, Tsukishima didn’t pay much attention to your computer screen since Hinata had told everyone in the game chat that he was going AFK to go to the bathroom and after knowing Hinata after all these years, Tsukishima knew Hinata would be in there for a while so Tsukishima was just scrolling through his phone until he saw movement on your screen in the background. He figured Hinata had come back from the bathroom but it hasn’t even been that long so he took it upon himself to fully look at the screen and what he saw was Bokuto and Kuroo running around what seems to be your base. At first, Tsukishima wasn’t too worried but still kept an eye on them incase they did something stupid because if they did and you came back to something being wrong, you would blame him for not stopping it. Nothing was out of the ordinary until the two avatars came back into frame with a…dinosaur? Tsukishima couldn’t really process what was happening except for the fact that these two bafoons were dragging a large mob that was named ‘Kei’ with a lead and away from your base. Confused and annoyed Tsukishima picked up your headset and undeafend it to hear what Kuroo and Bokuto were saying in proximity chat.

“Bro, they’re going to kill us!” Bokuto sounds worried as he follows Kuroo around.

“They’re AFK she won’t even know it was us, she’ll just think Shoyo did it!” Kuroo quietly shouts as if he didn’t want other people to hear. ‘What an idiot’ Tsukishima thought before unmuting the mic.

“What do you think you dumbasses are doing?” Tsukishima says seriosuly into the mic causing the two to stop dead in their tracks.

“Kuroo made me do it!” Bokuto finally yells into his mic before running away into the distance leaving Kuroo behind.

“Listen, Tsukishima, you don’t have to tell [name],” Kuroo says nervously as he unleads the dinosaur “I’ll just leave it here an-” Kuroo is cut off by Tsukishima running towards him with a sword but is slowed down when he runs out of hunger giving Tsukishima the leverage to kill Kuroo.

Now that those two ‘idiots’ were gone, Tsukishima took it upon himself to inspect the mob that looks like a dinosaur. He smirked at the fact that it was named after him, thinking it was cute and also mounted it with a saddle to he could ride it a bit.

A few more minutes go by and Tsukishima is still playing around with all the mobs you have already found in the short time you have been playing and was (un)surprisngly amused, so amused that he forgot that you weren’t even in the apartment until he heard the door to the bedroom open,

“Sorry I took so long, I had to talk to the front desk about a package that I was supposed to get…” You walk on saying but got quieter when you saw your boyfriend flying in the sky on a dragon. Tsukishima didn’t even want to turn around because then you would see that his face is red from embarrassment so he just kept flying in circles until you forcibly turned the chair around to make him look at you with a smirk plastered on your face. “Whatcha doin there, my love?” You smugly ask him as he struggles to find the words to say.

“I uh- I um stopped Bokuto and Kuroo from stealing your pet!” Was all your flustered boyfriend managed to say. It wasn’t often Tsukishima would get flustered like this but everytime he did, you would soak it in to make sure you never forgot it so naturally, you took a picture. 

The picture snapped him out of his embarrassed state to glare at you but witht hat shit eating grin on your face, he knew he had no choice of redemption so he caved and told you everything that happened with annoyance but excitement in his voice.

“Oh! I also got you this giant wolf looking thing! It was right outside your base and I thought you might want it!” Tsukishima exclaims like a child as you sit ontop of his lap giggling as he showed you things he thought were cool after he was adamant not hearing you out on how he should play on the server too.

“Kei, my love, your PC is right next to mine,” you manage to let out between giggle as you point to Tsukishima’s barely used computer set up that he sometimes used for work and to occasionally play other video games with you “Why don’t you just play with all of us? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind!” you once again ask him to join the server but all he responds with is a sigh and a look that automatically says no.

“They’re going to make fun of me for being a nerd!” Tsukishima ends up pouting not being able to stay seriously annoyed at you for too much longer and all you can let out is a single ‘Ha!’ before kissing his forehead.

“They aren’t going to make fun of you! They’re just as big of nerds as you are! Kenma is literally working with a magic mod while Kuroo is making a rocket to go to the moon with Bokuto while me and Hinata are making an automatic cooking station so we can open our own restaurant!” You explain to Tsukishima, telling him more about the different kinds of mods that are on the server which only intrigues him even more making him agree to play on the server on the condition that you two make another base further away from everyone else so no one could bother him too much which you agreed to.

Before setting up everything Tsukishima needed to download on his own computer, you both travelled a couple thousand blocks and found the perfect biome to start your modded minecraft journey together and moved all of your belongings and pets there so you wouldn’t have to go back and forth. Once everything was moved to your new area, the both of you logged off for the night to go eat your now cold dinner and agreed that you would play more tomorrow night and that you would both learn what each mod does before focusing on one specific mod.

Tsukishima wouldn’t show it, but he was actually extremely excited to play on this server with you and his high school friends since he never really got to see them anymore and wanted an activity to bond over with you. He was happy and he has you to thank.

BONUS:

~Half an hour after you and Tsukishima logged off: Hinata Shoyo’s apartment~

Hinata groans as he leaves the bathroom walking back to his desk, muttering something about how he shouldn’t have eaten that much mac and cheese. 

As he sits back down and exits the menu/paused screen of minecraft Hinata is left speechless as he looks around him and sees that mostly everything that was once there is gone except for a few of his own chests and a few signs that you left behind that read ‘Sorry Shoyo, Tsukishima is making me live with him now’ ‘We can still work on the restaurant but we cant be roommates </3 - [name]’ Hinata sighs as he finishes reading the signs and starts to walk away to go find someone else to hang out with until he sees another sign a few blocks away that says ‘haha loser - tsukishima’ and at that point Hinata just decides to log off.

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[zmbiesuga]

I literally jumped with joy when you fallowed me back omg ily sm. So I was at the doctors and my doctor told me how he proposed to his wife and it was so sweet. He said he was stressed from finals and he had like a dream that his wife died and he dreamed of everything he couldn’t do with her. So when he woke up it was like 2 in the morning and he ran to his room to get the ring he had. He had it for two whole like years but ran to her dorm and begged her to say yes because he couldn’t wait. Could you write a fic of kuroo doing that with his boyfriend?

JUMP THEN FALL — k. tetsuro x m!reader

sypnosis: kuroo has always known that he wanted to marry you, and he's always said that he'll do it when he knows it's right. what's more perfect than asking after he had a dream about you dying?

warnings: mentions of death (nothing too graphic but still), kuroo being a fucking loser dork but i adore him so it's fine <3, fluff, happy ending!, angst if you squint really really hard, kuroo and reader are in their last year of college in this one, but i'm not in college yet so idfk how it works but i'll pretend i do!! use of the petnames 'babe' and 'baby'

notes: okay i'm so so sorry this took so long, i had a really bad depressive episode, i hope you like it, this request is really cute and i had a lot of fun writing it :D and two, that is so nice of you to say omg :( of course i followed you back, you always send me requests, you interact with my stuff a lot and you're just really nice so thank you for that <3

Kuroo has always wanted to marry you, it's the one thing he's been sure of in his entire life.

When you bring up marriage to him, however, he just tells you to "be patient" and that he'll "do it when he knows it's right" which constantly keeps you on your toes in case your dork of a boyfriend decides that the "right time" is during one of your lectures or at any inappropriate time really.

It kept Kuroo on his toes too, because what you don't know is that in the far-right corner of his sock drawer holds a small velvet box with a beautiful band inside of it. Every day he can feel his hand graze over the box, thinking to himself, maybe now is the right time.

But then he shakes his head, and decides it isn't.

And besides, as much as Kuroo loves you, he has finals to worry about. And they're really kicking his ass.

Although most people would peg Kuroo as the focused studious type (which he tried so desperately to be), the truth was that he tried so hard to procrastinate as much as possible. However, was it really procrastination if he needs the sleep?

When it was to avoid studying for finals, yes it was.

"Kuroo, sleeping to avoid studying for finals is not something you should do," your voice rippled out through the speaker of his phone, "especially if it's every single time you have them."

"Babe, you are the one who is constantly nagging me to sleep more," he rebutted, that stupid cocky tone he always had lingering in the back of his throat ever present, "I'm finally listening to you, I think you should take that as a win."

"Kuroo," your voice cracked again through that shoddy android speaker again, a certain firmness to it this time, "please promise me that you'll study, you're gonna hate yourself if you don't."

"Baby, I promise you I will, you know my word to you is good," he replied, you could hear that fucking cocky grin etching itself onto his face, "right after my little nap. I love you; I'll talk to you soon."

After you too bid your goodbyes, Kuroo made himself as comfortable on that dorm room mattress as he could, until his eyes got heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.

Kuroo could have sworn it was real.

The chase, your blood curdling scream, the way his stomach dropped to the soles of his feet when he realized he was too late.

It wasn't until he shot up in bed with that same nauseous feeling sitting in his chest as his breath came out panicked and labored had he realized it was nothing but a fucked-up dream.

Kuroo had never been so happy to wake up.

Slowly, but surely, he had calmed himself down. His breath returning to normal as the nauseous feeling in his chest disappeared, what didn't disappear, however, was that he didn't want to live life without you. He didn't want to graduate without you beside him, he didn't want to start a company without you there cheering him on along the way, and he sure as hell didn't want to imagine having a family with anyone else that wasn't you. Life was too short for hesitation, it was too short for his hesitation.

He quickly rushed out of bed, pulling an old hoodie over his torso, slipping on his shoes, and rifling through his drawer to grab that velvet box that had been sitting there for two years, begging to be let free.

Luckily for him, your dorm wasn't far from his. He hadn't even bothered to check the time on his phone, where the light flashed a large: 2:03 A.M. at him, he didn't care if his frantic speed walking down the hallway woke up everyone on that floor, he was only worried about getting to you.

When he got to your dorm, he rapped his fist against the door so hard he could've sworn that his knuckles would crack open. The door opened to a very annoyed you, but he didn't care if he interrupted your sleep, or your studying, he was just so elated to see you in front of him.

"Kuroo, what the hell?" you seethed, "It's two in the morning, what on earth —"

You were quickly cut off by Kuroo dropping to one knee in the doorway of your dorm room, pulling out that velvet box in all its glory, revealing that beautiful band you had mentioned liking to him once, you couldn't control the way your mouth slightly dropped in confusion, a wave of emotions hitting you like a tsunami.

"(Y/n), please, just listen to me," he blurted out in an almost pleading tone, "I've always wanted to wait until the right moment to ask you this, but recently, I've realized that the right moment was in front of me the entire time."

You tried to get a word in, but Kuroo's word vomit was faster.

"(Y/n), I've realized there is so much I want to do with you, so much that I can't do without you," he said, you swore you could see the tears well in the corner of his eyes, "everything from this point forward is useless if I can't do it with you by my side, so I'm begging you, even though it's two a.m. and we're both in our pajamas with messy hair and dark circles under our eyes, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

It was your turn to be stunned, you stared down at your boyf — fiancée, in front of you with stained sweatpants and an old Nekoma sweatshirt barely big enough to cover his torso asking you to marry him at two in the morning.

You stayed quiet for so long, it scared Kuroo. Maybe this wasn't the right time, you two were still in college, this was all so sudden, so impulsive, he should have waited, he should have —

All these thoughts were expelled from his head as he felt your body weight push against his, squeezing him so tight in an embrace that he could barely breath.

"Yes," you whispered against the side of his neck, he could feel the tears from your eyes splashing there as well, "oh my god Kuroo, yes, a million times over."

He smiled softly at you, resting his own head against your shoulder as you held him in your arms. If this is what the rest of his life looked like, then god was he excited for it.

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[doingitforbokuto]

Hard work

-> KUROO TESTURO X FEMALE READER

Summary: Kuroo hates working late, but when push comes to shove, he'll do it from the comfort of his own home. Knowing how hard he works, you try not to disturb him - even though you've been missing him all day. So, you do what any good girlfriend would do: Sit by his feet and try and take care of your needs by yourself.

This post is also a good summary 👀

Words: 2,150

Warnings: nude female/clothed male, use of nickname "daddy", humping, degradation kink if you squint, soft dom/sub play, use of nickname "slut" but like, in a nice way ♡

Kuroo tried not to come home too late. When he first started his job, he would often work until he almost fell asleep in his office. Actually, he did fall asleep a couple of times. His neck hurt, his back hurt, it just wasn't a good time, no matter how much he loved his job. And he knew that it wasn't just hard on him. It's not nice to have a boyfriend you only see when he walks from the front door to the bed. Its not nice to have a boyfriend you only talk to when he presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you good night. But you stuck with him. You waited for him to come home and have at least those small interactions. Most days, you would be just as tired as he was from staying up all day and night just to get one kiss from him. 

Kuroo was more than happy that his life had become less stressful these past few months. Dates, movie nights, late night talks and love making, it all came back with time. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to love you. Whether that meant holding your hand, cooking with you, talking to you or fucking you. Never again would he neglect you like this. You didn't deserve it and heaven knows he needed it too - needed you. You felt like a second home to him. He came home when he walked into your shared apartment and he came home again when your arms wrapped around him. 

Still, as hard as he tried not to work too late, sometimes it could not be avoided. Like today. It wasn't a lot he still had to do, but it had to be done. At least these days, he could just take his laptop and finish his work from home. It wasn't the same as actually spending time with you, but it was better than being stuck in his office miles away from you.

"I just have to catch up on a few emails and answer some of them, sweetheart. I'll be done soon, I promise." 

You knew how important his job was to him and while it was not more important than you, sometimes working late just had to be done, no matter how much he tried to avoid it. You knew all of that but God, you had waited all day for him. While you were working, while you were eating, while you were at the grocery store, the whole time you just could not stop thinking about his strong arms holding you in place while he pounded you like there was no tomorrow. 

"I just missed you so much.." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chin, his neck.

"I know, love. I missed you too." His voice was already a tad rougher and deeper. 

Of course he had missed you. How could he not? He never got to spend enough time with you in the morning. The way you had pressed against him in bed and the way you had kissed him and held him this morning had only left him wanting more. But if he didn't get this done now, he would not get it done at all. At least not on time. 

"Can I just sit by your feet then? I'll be real quiet and wait for you.. daddy" 

Kuroo recognized that voice. He recognized that nickname. God, he loved you.

"Yeah?" A hand settled onto the back of your neck. "You're gonna wait all nice and pretty for daddy to finish his work?" 

"Uh-huh." 

It never took much for you to slip into this role with Kuroo. You liked it when he was in charge and all you had to do was lay back and enjoy. You knew he would take care of you and he would do it now, too. It felt comfortable, warm and nice. All you wanted to do was listen to him and feel good. 

"Good girl." He let his thumb swipe over your bottom lip where you chased it with your tongue, only able to give it a little lick before he was out if reach. "Why don't you get nice and comfortable then, hm?" 

And with that, he pressed a small, soft kiss to your forehead and leaned back to watch you do just that. 

You started taking your clothes off, dropping one item after another until you were wearing nothing but your undies. Then, you slowly sank down to your knees underneath the table he was working on and leaned onto his leg. Inhaling his scent, leaning into his warmth, you just sat there and basked in his presence. No matter how much time you spend with him, how long you had been together, you always wanted more. Every time you got to spend quiet, peaceful moments with him like this, you enjoyed every second of it. 

For a few minutes you just sat there. He turned back to his work after a few seconds of admiring you and you listened to him typing away on his work emails. You listened to his breaths, to his clothes rustling and his hands moving. Your eyes started to wander up his leg to his thick thighs. In his suit pants they looked even thicker with the material stretching around them to accommodate the muscles underneath. They stretched even more over his crotch and you just couldn't keep your eyes from looking at the faint outline of his cock, right in front of your face. Your mind was probably playing tricks on you, bur you could have sworn that you could smell his precum from here.

The desire in your abdomen was building quickly, without anyone doing anything. All you wanted was him and you didn't want to wait anymore. But you had promised not to bother him. So, as much as you wanted to just reach up and unbuckle his belt, open his pants, take out his cock and feel him in your hand and in your mouth, it wasn't what you had promised. Still, you just could not stop yourself from nuzzling your head into his thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inner side of them. 

"Sweetheart.." Your boyfriend trailed his fingers over your cheek without looking away from the screen. "You're distracting me." 

"Just.. want you s'much.." 

You pressed your face into his palm and let him caress your face as you spoke. He hummed in response, considering how much longer it would take him to finish his work and how to keep you occupied in the meantime. 

"Come here," he finally said and slid his hand down to your torso. He pulled you closer and pushed his leg against you. Your chest was pressed completely against him now, his leg nestled right in between your boobs. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his leg and you pushed your lower body closer to him. Without even meaning for it to happen, your crotch slipped over his shoe. You hadn't even realized that he didn't take his shoes off when he came in like he usually did. Maybe he had been in too much of a rush today or he had just forgotten. Either way, the smooth leather of his dress shoes rubbing against your underwear created just the right amount of friction to have you whimpering and trying to hide your face in his crotch again. 

"It feels good, hm?" Softly, he stroked the back of your neck. As if to underline his question, he lifted the tip of his shoe just the tiniest bit, effectively pressing it right against cunt. "Go ahead, sweetheart. I'll be done soon." 

And with that, he patted your head and went back to work, leaving you all to yourself. In the few seconds that had passed you didn't even have any time to actually register what had just happened. Not to mention, you had no idea what you were supposed to do now. Did Kuroo want you to rub your wet, needy cunt against his perfectly polished shoe? He always took great care to look good and professional when he went to work, did he really want you to abuse his clothes in such an indecent way? You tried searching for an answer in his expression but he had turned away from you and started working on his emails again. That left you with pretty much just one option: Try it again and see what happens. 

It was easy enough to repeat the movement of rubbing your crotch over his shoe. It felt just as good as it did the first time around. Kuroo didn't seem to mind or even notice how you started whimpering into his leg with each pass of your cunt over the smooth material. He just kept on working on his emails. 

Maybe the way he didn't even look at you or the fact that humping a fucking shoe should have turned you off. Maybe it should have made you feel embarrassed of your own desperation. Maybe for someone else it would have been a reason to stop what they were doing. But not for you. Yes, it was desperate. Yes, you felt embarrassed and yes, you felt a little dirty. But that's what made it so, so good for you. Your horniness mixed with the pleasure mixed with the knowledge that this shouldn't feel this good was what makes it even better than it already was. 

You had to hide your face in his thigh to muffle your whines. It was already hard enough to not move around too much so you wouldn't disturb your hard working boyfriend. Focusing on not being too loud was almost impossible. Hopefully his pants and leg would be enough to quiet your desperate noises a little bit.

And with that thought in mind, you just kept going and going. Every drag of your clit against his shoe brought you closer to your orgasm and you were sure that when you would pull back it would be shining with the amount of your juices that surely had leaked through your panties. Your whole crotch was soaked by now. 

Your teeth started pressing into your lower lip as you kept on whimpering. A small part of you was hoping that Kuroo would stop working and help you out but an even bigger part was hoping for him to not do anything and just let you use him to get off. But then, he did something you did not even think of. He started moving his foot to match the rolls of your hips. Whenever you moved forward he would lift his heel and press the top of his foot into you, when you moved back he pressed his heel into the ground and tipped the front of his shoe up. You knew you were a goner now, and so did he. 

"Does that feel good, hm?" Gently, he reached down to pet your head, a soft look on his face but still, you could see a glimmer in his eyes. He was getting off on your desperation just as much as you were. 

"Uh-huh," was all you could say. 

There were tears welling up in your eyes, your hips were moving on their own now. You couldn't stop, you couldn’t do anything but chase your orgasm. 

"Come on then. You're daddy's sweet little slut, aren't you?" 

You couldn't even answer that. Kuroo knew what that nickname did to you, he knew it all too well and he got the exact reaction he wanted. Your mouth fell open, your eyes widened as they stared onto his. Every muscle in your body tightened as you came and came and came, all over his shoe. 

"O-oh!" Everything was too hot, too much. You could feel everything more intensely than you had just a second ago. Kuroo's eyes were darker, the air was thicker, your skin sweatier. But you didn't care about any of that. The only thing on your mind was the tiny spot in between your legs. All of the heat that was washing over your body came from there, all the pleasure that ran up and down your spine and exploded in your abdomen. The high came crashing down on you faster than expected and it buried you under itself until you were all spent, clinging to Kuroo's leg to keep you up.

"Good girl." He was still petting your head when you tried to catch your breath. "That's it. Good girl." 

You smiled up at him, face resting against his thigh. You were sure you were drooling by now. 

"You're not just gonna leave me here, though - are you?" 

You felt his legs shift and his hips move forward on his chair, effectively bringing you face to face with his hard, throbbing bulge. Your smile widened. "Of course not." 

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[awearywritersworld]

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

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

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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[kazemi-archive]

Illicit Affairs

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader WC: ~2.1k GENRE: Angst w happy ending 𖤐 CW: mentions of alcohol

You tried to be quiet as you slipped your key into the apartment door and slowly pushed it open. You grimaced when you lost your balance and the door slammed into the wall, barely stopped by the spring on the bottom.

“Babe?” Tetsurou’s voice echoed through the dark apartment and the hall light flicked on.

“Yeah, s’me, sorry.” You mumbled trying to hide your slight slurring as you looked over to the microwave, the glowing green letters on it reading 1:11am.

Tetsurou’s fingers fumbled with the kitchen switch before clicking it, light flooding the kitchen and blinding you. You hiss in pain and quickly raise your hand to cover your eyes. The very hand that was keeping your balance. You curse as you stumble again, your ankle giving under the awkwardness of your heels, barely catching yourself on the counter.

“Jesus, are you fucking drunk?” Tetsurou scoffs in disbelief at your swaying figure as you squint over at him.

“A teensy bit.” You give him an awkward smile and pinch your fingers close together up by your eye, a failed attempt to fool him into believing the level.

Your blurry vision can barely make out the way that Tetsurou’s eyes roll and a tiny sliver of shame snakes up your spine. “Do you know how worried I was about you?” His voice raises a little bit and your ears seem to flinch at the volume. “I spent all night texting and calling you and didn’t get a single answer! And you were out drinking?” He threw his hands up in exasperation as he looked at you, frustration clear in his stance as he stood across the island from you.

“M’fine, see.” You tried an awkward smile, gesturing to yourself as best as your drunk self could, hoping he’d simmer down on his own. You definitely weren’t sober enough tonight to be your usual placating self in an argument.

“Now! But if you weren’t?” He groaned and ran a hand through his already messy black hair, golden eyes flickering around the room before settling back on you. “Could it have fucking killed you to pick up one phone call? To answer one text? Do you know how hard it is to sit here and not know?”

You knew he meant well. Deep down, the sober you, she knew he meant well and that he had just been worried, frightened even. But drunk you had some anger of her own to express. You scoffed at him in disbelief. “How hard it is t’sit here and not know?” You rolled your eyes and cut him off when he opened his mouth to speak again. “How about how hard it is for me?”

“What?” Tetsurou shook his head in confusion, trying to piece together what you meant.

You made it easy. Straight to the point. “I could’ve hooked up with someone tonight.” You’re sure that you just watched what the true physical reaction from Tetsurou would have been had you reached into his chest and stabbed your nails into his heart. “God did the girls try to hook me up. Do you know how hard that was for me?”

“Did you-”

“How hard it was for me to sit there and lie straight to their faces, my closest friends, and say I was turning down offers because I ‘just wasn’t interested in relationships or hookups right now’.” You threw air quotes around your words, a repeat of what you’d told your friends one too many times that night. “Because I can’t tell them that I have a boyfriend waiting at home for me. I can’t even answer a call from my boyfriend when I’m out with them because god forbid they pick up on it!” You let out a frustrated groan as you slammed your hands on the kitchen island, missing the soft way Tetsurou jumped at your sudden outburst. “Or! How about the way I have to pretend I don’t care about the small flirtations you have with the new office secretary.” You give a dry chuckle when his mouth gapes like a fish. “Yeah, she thinks she has a chance and I can’t have the satisfaction of watching her flounder when I tell her that you’re taken. Because everyone in that stupid office thinks we’re both single! They think that we’re just friends! I can’t tell a single soul about how much I love you because you’re the floor manager and even though it’s allowed it would ‘look bad on you’.”

Your name comes out of his mouth in a whisper but you ignore it as you continue.

“No but let’s talk about how hard it is on you. Fuck how hard it is on me! Fuck how much it hurts to be your secret! Fuck how much it hurts me to keep you a secret.” You roll your eyes and stare at the green font on the microwave again. You can’t read it anymore and you realize your eyes have gone blurry from tears now, not just the alcohol still buzzing in your veins.

“Hey,” Tetsurou’s soft voice startles you as you notice he’s come around the island to your side now, “hey, look at me, I didn’t mean to-” his voice falters when you dodge the arm he reaches for you with. Your name falls from his lips in a hushed question. You shake your head as your response, turning back to the door with another stumble. “Where-where are you going, hey, come to bed, please.” The soft whine that creeps into his voice for the last word almost makes you stay, but you stay firm.

“I’m going back to my place. I’ll see you at work.” You leave him there, the sound of his door echoing around the empty apartment as he wonders… what the fuck did he just do?

You ghost him for a few days after that. You hope that you’ll wake up the next morning and forget the argument. Unfortunately for you, you remember everything. Every hurt look that Tetsurou gave when you tore into him. It wasn’t just that though, nothing had changed, you knew that. You knew that you would go back and once again it would be keeping secrets and you didn’t know if you could handle it anymore. The hurt that would take over you when you went back to it, you couldn’t get a clear enough head to make a decision, so you let it hang in the air, a question unanswered.

Was it over?

Tetsurou was dying over it. You dodged him at work and he could feel his heart shatter all over the office floor. He stopped entertaining the secretary as she flirted, keeping his conversations curt and pretending to not notice how her hurt expression only reminded him of how hurt you had looked, drunk in his kitchen, tears in your eyes as you made him see what he’d been doing to you. Treating you like an illicit affair, something to be hidden from the world and not like the treasure he thought you were. He hated his apartment now, it felt too quiet without your laughter, too cold without your presence.

Days turned into a week and the night you were dreading finally happened. The office’s annual holiday party. A place where it would be impossible to pretend like Tetsurou didn’t exist.

You pretended like you didn’t see the flicker of hurt flash through those golden eyes when you passed him with your friends, a greeting falling off your lips of “Hello, Kuroo-san.” He missed the way his given name floated from your tongue and the endless nicknames that usually followed.

You thought that maybe if you kept yourself distracted, chatting with your friends and sipping on spiked eggnog, then maybe you could enjoy yourself and not think about him being stuck in the same room as you, so close but so far, all night. You were wrong.

You couldn’t help it, his laughter carried your eyes across the room constantly. Your gaze kept catching him in conversation with the bosses, the company higher-ups. Conversations with other workers that seemed to talk with your boyfriend more easily than you could. Boyfriend. Could you even still call him that? Was he still?

An hour across the room from him, pretending to be engaged in your friends’ conversations and hoping they didn’t notice your wandering eyes, felt like a lifetime to you. You loved the party, really you did. Or, you would have. The decorations were beautiful, sparkly ribbons and bulbs hanging all over, twinkling lights and bundles of mistletoe. There was festive music playing and people were laughing all around. It was supposed to be joyful. You felt out of place.

It was only two hours in when you excused yourself from your friends. Apologies floating from your lips and false explanations about how you were just so tired from the work week. You wished them fun and swore you would be okay.

Tetsurou’s eyes were caught by your movement through the crowd, watching your figure moving towards the door made something in him snap. A decision he’d been contemplating for a week now finally being made. He sputtered out half-assed apologies as he excused himself, his body propelling him through the crowd towards you, apologizing as his long limbs bumped into coworkers as he went.

You’re taken aback, a gasp leaving your lips when his hand closes around your elbow, stopping you in the doorway. Your eyes frantically look around as people turn to the two of you, the effects of Tetsurou’s fumbling to get to you. “What are you doing?” It’s a hurried but hushed whisper as you tug your arm out of his grasp only for him to move his hand to your waist. “Tetsurou,” you hiss, eyes darting between him and the room full of your coworkers, “you’re drunk.” You can already hear the whispers as the loud chatter of the room dies down, more people turning to where the two of you are in the doorway.

“Actually, I’m very sober.” He doesn’t glance away from your face, he can’t care anymore, the way people stare or what they say from a distance. A familiar twinkle of mischief glints in his eyes at you and you follow where he glances up. “Looks like we stumbled into some mistletoe.”

Your eyes widen as you register what he’s about to do. “Wha-wait, Tetsu-” You break off in a gasp as his lips fall to yours.

The mummers and gasps of your coworkers seem to deafen as you melt into Tetsurou’s lips. He holds you like he does at home. There’s a certain softness to the firm way he holds you, apologies floating from his lungs into yours in place of your breath. His lips move gently against yours and you can’t help the way your lips chase his when they finally pull away.

Your eyes flutter open, body still in shock as he looks at you, hand cupping your cheek. “No more secrets okay?” You nod your head in dazed confirmation before you’re pulled back to your senses. “Let’s go home.” Blood rushes up to your cheeks quickly as Tetsurou turns then, looking at all the shocked faces of your coworkers and bosses and loudly, proudly announces. “It’s been fun guys, enjoy the party! Gotta get my girlfriend home though. See you on monday!” Tetsurou enunciates the title clearly and chuckles slightly when he turns your body back towards the exit, shuffling you away from the starting gossip.

“I’m going to kill you.” You whisper as you enter the elevator with him, teetering on your own feet, dizzy from the turn of events.

“I know.” His lips press a soft kiss into your hair as he turns you to face him. “And I’d deserve it, I’m sure. I owe you a lot of apologies, and I know that this doesn’t fix it all.” He inhales and exhales deeply out of nervousness, his fingers brushing along your jaw. “But I hope it’s a start and that you can forgive me.”

You smile up at him, a gooeyness taking over the inside of your chest as you do, seeing the sincerity in his eyes as he says his words. You press to the tips of your toes, intent on connecting your lips again. “Yes Tetsurou, it’s most definitely a start.”

a/n : fun fact 111 as an angel number, encourages individuals to take risks, seize opportunities, and embrace the unknown with confidence.

#𓇻 fics

[beesandflowers]

WE’LL BE OKAY

summary: you decide to sleep on the couch after a small argument, but Kuroo can’t sleep without you

pairing: timeskip!kuroo x gender neutral reader

notes: this is my first time posting my work on tumblr so please be mindful! any comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated

wc: 1.1k

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, angst if you squint, FLUFF!!, slight kissing, established relationship, mentions of arguments (and kuroo’s parents unhealthy marriage)

[3:37 AM]

If there was one thing Kuroo hated more than anything, it was falling asleep without you, especially if he was the reason for it.

While he was silently watching the unmoving ceiling and listening to the clock tick each passing second, you were resting on the L shaped couch on the other side of the door.

The snarky replies and empty insults from earlier kept repeating in Kuroo’s head, filling the empty silence of your bedroom. It was like they were spilling out of his ears and staining the cream colored sheets. Like a loud ringing that he couldn’t escape.

He didn’t mean them, he never would. His fatigue wasn’t an excuse for it, but it was still the only reason behind the petty one sided argument that occurred only four hours ago. He was just mad at everything but he took all of his bottled up anger out on you.

You knew he would never mean it, because, well- it was Kuroo. Sweet, affectionate, dorky Kuroo who loves you more than words could explain. Who shows his love during lazy Sunday mornings when you can’t be bothered to get up, and through the polaroid of you two in his wallet that everyone at the office has seen, and the endless chemistry books he annotates for you which you find so weird, but its okay because he’s the one who does it. Who asks you to tie his tie before work when he’s fully capable of doing so, just so he can admire you, and who remembers the date and location of your first everything’s with little trinkets from each one in a small box on top of the closet (where you can’t reach).

So of course he wouldn’t mean what he said. You just didn’t want to provoke him even further and thought it be best for him to cool off. You weren’t mad at him. Although, this decision was made without Kuroo’s knowledge since you stayed silent for most of the disagreement and wanted to keep your own emotions in check. You might have broken down right then and there if any words came out of your mouth. It wasn’t like he was raising his voice at you, but you —like any other person— hated conflict.

It was incredibly obvious that the words weren’t directed to you since he had said similar things about a new coworker that was giving him a hard time. It became quite clear that he wasn’t yelling at you, but almost, to you. And you let him, because you knew the root of his distress, and because he deserved to let everything out once in a while, just like he let you do the same. Even if this wasn’t the best way to do it, you were sure to talk about it later.

You were willing to be patient for him, and wait for him, and give him comfort because he deserved it for all the times he’s been there for you. But you weren’t able to do that for him at the time since it was almost midnight, and you knew how his brain worked, so you thought this would be best for him.

Though, it might’ve been better to tell him beforehand the actual reason for your sleeping on the couch, but it hadn’t crossed your mind.

Kuroo had a bad habit of overthinking excessively every time you would fight (no matter how big or small), and would doubt every possible detail, only for you to remind him that one fight does not determine your relationship and does not erase your history.

So, as always, the action of you sleeping on the couch was interpreted by Kuroo as the worst thing imaginable. It reminded him of the relationship his parents had, something he always tried to steer away from, and it was rare for you to do this —to be fair, most of your arguments didn’t usually happen right as you were getting ready for bed. This slight miscommunication caused a large amount of discomfort and Kuroo couldn’t bear it any further.

Which is why he quickly decided to lift the duvet off of his body, put on his bunny slippers, and trudge his heavy body out of the bedroom and into the living room. When he spotted your body laying on the worn out couch, he also happened to notice that the pillow wasn’t behind your head —probably ending up somewhere on the floor— and you were in an odd positon. Maybe you were restless too. Maybe this would be okay.

He neared the couch and bent down to place a light kiss on your forehead and proceeded to whisper a small apology that he would repeat in depth when you were awake and ready to listen.

You hummed at him, presumably in your sleep, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

Carefully, he slid both his arms underneath your frame and hauled you into his chest while you subconsciously wrapped your arms and legs around him. Your head had comfortably nuzzled his neck, and he was reminded of all your promises that no matter what happens, you would still love each other.

As he was slowly walking back to your bedroom, enjoying the peace that he couldn’t grasp alone, he felt two feathery kisses placed in the crook of his neck and his shoulder. The kisses were gentle, and lasted for a few seconds before you moved to place another one. They were so precious, and he happily basked in the warmth of your lips on his skin.

He almost wouldn’t have caught it —it was hard not to from the serenity of the environment—, but when the beautiful phrase of:

“I love you, Tetsu.”

Had spilled from your lips in so much as a whisper, his heart had grown three sizes too big, and he was sure it might have compressed his lungs. That would be the only reason for the wonderful ache in his chest. Not an ache of dread or hurt, but one of purity and joy. An ache that only you knew how to cause.

The fact that you declared this while still asleep, made his entire face turn a light pink and the love in his heart to overflow. And he was definitely sure you were asleep. By now he could easily distinguish it with experience from the times you tired to fake being asleep just to tease him.

It was all so domestic, so lovely, and he wouldn’t have traded for the world.

After you were both tucked comfortably into bed, with your boyfriend’s arms securely wrapped around you, along with his quiet words of apology and promise, the both of you could sleep contently.

Because he knew that you guys were going to be okay, and that you would be okay for the rest of your lives to come.

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[mira-miraaa]

Subtle Touch

✧ pairing: haikyuu various x gn!reader

✧ content: 18+ mdni, characters 21+, awkward, fluff, brief mention of alcohol, not proofread

✧ note: subtle, innocent touches are the crème de la crème *chefs kiss*

Your touch was softer than silk, gentler than a warm summer breeze. It made a nervous smile replace his playful expression. The sensation, albeit brief, lingered long after you excused yourself. To preserve the feeling, his hand covered the spot you momentarily touched. The action was likely awkward; few leave their hand on their bicep for minutes on end.

Regardless of the teasing looks from his friends, the smile remained as he replayed the short-lived interaction. They snapped him from his trance once they saw you again, urging him to go talk to you. At the idea, he turned as pale as a ghost.

A plethora of excuses left his lips - none of which were great. Nonetheless, the nervous young man tried. And he failed. His friends were not going to let him miss another opportunity. So, with a thumping heart and hopeful eyes, he shoved aside his hesitation and walked toward you.

DAICHI, SUGA, osamu, your fave <3

The consequence of drinking too much beer was making itself noticed. And no, it wasn't because he was drunk. He still had control of his senses and felt pretty confident he wouldn’t experience the worse hangover. What he was undergoing currently was far worse: he had to piss. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve headed straight to the bathroom, but he didn’t want to get up. Doing so, opened an opportunity for someone else to steal his seat. That thought alone gave him the strength to stay put. He would much rather suffer than watch as someone else sit next to you.

This was the closest he had ever been to you - literally. Thanks to his obnoxious friends sitting on the other side, you had to scoot over to make room for them on the sofa. Which meant, the right side of your body was pressed against his. And he’d be damned if the moment didn’t last.

BOKUTO, TANAKA, NISHINOYA, kuroo, atsumu

He sat as still as a statue, hands on his lap as his eyes remained glued to the movie. When others laughed, he softly chuckled unsure of what was funny. In all honesty, he had no clue about the characters' names or the plot. His attention was elsewhere. On something- or rather someone - that made his heart flutter and cheeks warm.

Unlike him, you were entranced by the storyline. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop stealing glances at you. He tried to steady his heart rate, but the effort was in vain when you shifted in your spot. You were a tad closer. Close enough that your knee touched his, sending his heart into overdrive.

SUGA, ASAHI, TADASHI, kita (if you squint)

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[kira-fluff]

i hate you (but i'm lying) kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

"i'm going to get promoted, and then i'll be your boss." "not if i get you fired first." kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader | "enemies" to lovers -> coworkers!au, timeskip!kuroo tw: language

you're stuck with the worst supervisor ever. sure, he's good at his job and he's actually a pretty good leader, too. the problem is, the fucker takes any chance he can get to make fun of you. he particularly enjoys mentioning the fact that he is your direct superior, though thankfully he's not your boss (despite the bullshit he always tells you).

you

you had always made an effort to show up early to your job, and if not early, then right on time. in high school, you had a nasty habit of showing up late every morning to your class. so, you swore you'd work your ass off to break the habit and so far you were successful. there was only one time you showed up late, and that was because nothing seemed to go right that morning. you didn't hear your alarm go off so you rushed to get ready in ten minutes, one of the heels in your pair completely broke off, making you rush to go grab another pair, the traffic was horrible on the way to work, you stepped in a puddle on your way in, and the elevator took at least five minute to finally come to the first floor. needless to say, you'd gotten off on the wrong foot that morning (literally). as you stepped in the office, sweating profusely and red in the cheeks from sprinting in heels to the door, you were praising every deity to exist that no one had noticed. until kuroo suddenly showed up, coming out of his office with his arms crossed over his annoyingly muscular chest (i mean seriously, buy bigger shirts, dude! those buttons are hanging on for dear life.) "well, well, well. look who finally showed up." you gave him a deadpan glare and said, "shut the fuck up, kuroo." he tsked, "that's not the way you talk to your boss." you rolled your eyes, "you're not my boss. you're just my supervisor." he smirked, the way he always does, and answered, "you're right. i'm your supervisor. and my job is to delegate." you rose a brow as he went over to his desk, and brought a stack of papers, plopping them into your hands. "now be a good little secretary and bring this to my boss." you gritted your teeth, "i'm not a secretary you sexist piece of shit. i'm an office worker with the same position as all of these men here." kuroo leaned down, so close to your face you could smell the mint on his breath, "right, like all the men here, except me." he leaned back from bending down to your height and winked, "i'll see you in a bit after you drop those off for me." you let out a huff of indignation, but you didn't have the energy to argue with him after the shitty start your morning had already began.

somewhere along the way, your eye rolls turned into smirking grins, equally torturing him with quips and digging nicknames. he didn't mind though, in fact, you noticed that instead of doing his work every morning, he'd lean against your desk and chat with you (and insult you lightly, of course). "can you move your ginormous body? you're taking up all the space on my desk." "i think you mean gorgeous physique." you grinned, "whatever makes you feel better, slave driver." he faked a hurt expression and said, "hey, you guys are all getting paid! no slaves here." you leaned your head back to look at his face, matching his direct eye contact, "then why am i constantly tortured by you?" he smirked again. "hey, remember, my job is to delegate." you scoffed. "that's just your way of saying you're pawning off all your work onto me. just you wait, i'll get promoted for busting my ass, and the first thing i'll do is fire you." "the boss is talking about giving me a managerial position. better watch for your own job first." you blanched. "wait, really?" he pursed his lips to hold back his laugh, "nah, i'm just fucking with you." you squinted your eyes and your cheeks widened into a wicked smile. "i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, tetsuro?" to your surprise, his throat bobbed, his eyes widening. his words came out in a choke, "...that's a new one." one more win for you. or at least you thought so. you noticed a little while after he was acting kind of weird around you. he'd still lean against your desk and talk with you, but sometimes you'd catch him staring a little bit too long. when you had a question about some formatting of a document on the computer, he practically took up all your personal space as he leaned in close, nearly enveloping you in a hug behind you as he reached over your body to grab your mouse and click around to show you. you'd made the mistake of taking a strong whiff of his perfume...which smelled like the best thing on earth. one day you'd been a little shy, but decided to work up the courage to wear a short little pencil skirt to work. a small slit rode up your thigh, leaving very little up for imagination. your were expecting some kind of insult about how you looked like some kind of roleplaying stripper or something, but instead, you were met with a speechless kuroo. his eyes kept flitting to your skirt, then back at your eyes, which, by the way, his eyes were big as saucers. it was strange, but you wrote it off as him just having a rough morning or something. your suspicion was further proved correct when he didn't come over like normal and lean against your desk. instead, he stayed holed up in his office, probably making calls. when you'd come in to ask him a question regarding some of the sales department's statistics, he seemed to be so busy he didn't look away from his papers. when you moved closer, his eyes were forced to look up at you, and when they did, he swallowed thickly. maybe he's not feeling well today, you thought. you walked around the desk and up to his chair. leaning on leg against his seat, centimeters away from his thighs, you put a hand on his forehead. he took in a sharp breath, turning his head away from you. "hey, are you feeling sick or something? you're barely looking at me today and you haven't even stopped by my desk to bother me. are you swamped with work? make sure you're taking care of yourself, too, okay?"

kuroo

fuck. she is way too close. his face flushed, hopefully not discernable to your clueless eye. he'd tried all morning not to stare at your ass and yet here you were, airheaded as ever, with your short skirt and thighs - oh god, your thighs - practically sitting on top of his own. he turned his head away, because jesus, how clueless are you? your tits are level with his face, damn it, he could see the color of your bra though your thin white shirt. stop it. don't go there. that's the last thing we need. his breath was becoming short, coming out in light pants that he prayed you didn't notice. would she notice if he crossed his legs? it's getting harder (literally) to hide himself. he inwardly sighed. you always seemed to miss his clearly obvious signals that he was falling for you. let's face it, he already has. he remembers your first day, when you showed up, bowing to him with your big, happy, smile. when you smiled, truly smiled, it felt like you were sunshine in human form. god, you're so beautiful. his boss was always giving him shit for it. it seemed everyone in the office knew he was head over heels for you, except you. his thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly stopped, turning your head so you could face him directly, inches away from your lips touching. he couldn't stop himself from looking down at them, which was a huge mistake. you looked at him, a small bit of worry across your face. "...tetsuro...?" (he loved it when you called him by his first name). "are you... mad at me?" he rose a brow. "no..? what made you think i was?" you frowned, "well, sometimes i think you might hate me." his browns narrowed. "i'm flirting with you, you moron." your eyes widened and your face turned bright red. you spoke in a whisper, "oh." his eyes moved down to your lips again and then back up at your eyes, a question in them that was so obvious to you now that you didn't even have to nod. your lips crashed into his, and damn if he didn't feel like he died and went to heaven. or was dreaming, for that matter. god only knows how many nights he was woken up with images of you kissing him or looking at him with the eyes yours sometimes made that gave him a bit of hope that you felt the same way. he felt punished by the dreams where you not only loved him with your amazing personality, but pleased him with your body as well. he swiped his tongue against your lips, earning a gasp from you that not only made him smirk, but gave him entrance into your mouth. you let out a little moan that drove him crazy. his hands wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his lap. you couldn't help grinding against him, and feeling his hardness beneath you. finally, your lips parted. you both gasped for breaths, looking into each others eyes with equally dilated pupils. he looked down at your lips before saying, "are you free tonight?" you smirked, "i think i can check and see if i can fit you into my schedule. you know how busy i am." he shook his head, smiling. "pick you up at 8?" you nodded, "i'll text you my address." as you leaned in for another hungry kiss.

and so did you ever hate each other? no. but it's more fun to pretend you do, no?

a/n: i LOVED this idea and i lowkey wrote it based lightly off of a relationship i have between a coworker (obviously not this romantic though, lol, we're just buds). i hope you like it!

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[apollodarling-writes]

kuroo x trans ( male ) pillow prince reader??

with a lot of praise please, if that’s alright

TRANS MALE! READER X KUROO TETSURO

tws:  possible dysphoria (i tried to make it like, not insensitive and like the last one I made??? but use neutral terms bc i had explicit permission to use those terms last time, multiple creampie, marking, kinda rough sex, teasing, overstim if you squint, manhandling

cw: soft kuroo, soft dom kuroo, pillow prince reader, praise, slight begging, lots and lots of love, honestly its just kinda kinky lovemaking

MINORS AGED UP!!!!

Kuroo Tetsuro was ecstatic. After two years of long-distance and not being able to give you the love you deserved, you were finally moving to Japan. He had planned the evening out, made sure that the apartment you two were going to live in was clean, made sure to put the presents he purchased for you on your shared bed, and wore nice clothes to greet you at the airport.

And, here he was, holding a bouquet of flowers and a gift basket waiting just across from the baggage claim area. Kuroo was rocking on his heels and humming anxiously. What if his [native language] wasn't as good as he thought it was? What if you decided to cancel your flight and were going to break up with him?

These thoughts halted at the sight of you. You looked like you were glowing. With your [hair color], [hair length] tresses and your [eye color] optics shining with the tears that were forming; the outfit you chose and the way your lips quirked into the smile he loved so much. Kuroo could feel the butterflies swarming in his stomach and the way his heart rate sped up- how his palms began to sweat and tears of his own threatening to spill over his lashline. 

“Testu-chan!!” Your voice rings, a sudden warmth enveloping him as you pulled him closer to you and burying your face in the crook of his neck.Your scent was the icing on the cake, forcing the tears in his eyes to carve a trail down his cheeks. Kuroo wraps his arms around your waist, murmuring an, “I’m so glad you’re here, baby.”

~

---Slight time-skip---

~

Kuroo absolutely loved the way your eyes lit up when you entered the apartment. He chose most of theses decorations thinking of you. Kuroo was sure to help you unpack and even cooked dinner, making [favorite dish]. The two of you enjoyed a candle-lit dinner together, laughing at each other’s stories, and gazing at each other with eyes filled with unadulterated love. 

One thing led to another, and it ended with Kuroo hovering over your frame, trailing sloppy kisses down the soft flesh of your neck. Soft, sultry exhales left your pretty pink lips, causing Kuroo’s length to strain against the fabric of his jeans. Slowly grinding down onto you, a quiet groan erupts from his throat, the need for you nearly too much for him to contain. Of course, he wouldnt allow himself any pleasure until you had cum several times. And thats exactly what he did. 

Kuroo made you cum until you were unable to speak proper words- incoherent babbles, whines, and whimpers the only sounds that you were capable of making. Only then would Kuroo unzip his jeans, removing his clothes and stroking his length a few times, hissing at the sensitivity of his tip; It was flushed an angry red, precum dribbling down the veins of his shaft. 

“On your knees, pretty boy.” Kuroo pats your hip twice, allowing you to take position. With shaking legs, you assume doggy, arching your back with your legs spread just enough. “Good boy.”

Kuroo rubs the head of his cock against your entrance once, twice, three times, before allowing himself to slowly sink into your gummy walls. 

“Fuck-” 

The bedheaded man groans loudly, gently rocking his hips into you. Running his hand along the dips and curves of your back, his fingers finally rest on your hip. Carefully gripping your flesh, he begins to slowly, teasingly thrust into you. 

“Kuroo, please!” 

Said man’s length twitches inside of you as Kuroo wraps an arm around your waist and presses your back against his chest. Pressing gentle, loving kisses against your shoulder, Kuroo pulls out until the tip of his cock is just barely inside of you, listening to you whine and plead for him to ‘just fuck you already’. 

He snaps his hips into you, bottoming out, then begins to fuck you at an alarming speed. Kuroo growls at the feeling of your walls clenching down on his length.

“Kur- haah! - Kuroo, you feel so fucking good. Im gonna fucking cum. ‘M gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum! Can I cum? Please let me cum!”

“Cum for me, baby.” 

That was all you needed for the feeling in your tummy to snap; gummy walls fluttering around your lover, thighs shaking, and eyes rolling to the back of your head as you scream Kuroo’s name. As a result, Kuroo reached his own climax- hot, sticky seed spilling into you. 

Kuroo Tetsuro didn’t stop, though. He kept thrusting into you, biting into the curve of your neck, and leaving pretty marks for you to wake up to tomorrow. He presses a chaste kiss to your jaw, then flips you onto your back, pressing one of your thighs to his hip and fucks back into you. 

Loud, gutteral groans leave his lips, his fingers digging deeply into your waist. 

“Oh fuck, baby- haaah~,” Kuroo rests his head into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses between words, “You’re doing so fucking good for me. So fucking good. My precious boy. I love you so much.”

Your fingers find refuge in your lover’s hair, a hand gripping one of his shoulders. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love y-”

Kuroo’s babbling comes to a close as you cum together, gripping onto each other and lips meeting in a loving embrace. As the two of you come down from your high, Kuroo gently pulls out and picks you up, preparing a bath.

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[astyrial]

knight in shining armor kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader (meet cute) synopsis: she helps you after a bike crash word count: 1k warnings: college au, minor injuries masterlist | requests are open

    every morning, without fail, you see the same woman on your bike path. her long black hair, her etched-into-your-mind smile. the dozens of times you've biked by her apartment results in the dozens of times she's given you a short wave. 

  even her waves are graceful. the way her hand moves through the wind as she carries on with her activities. sometimes it'll be her watering the flowers outside her window, or her listening to a song loud enough that you can just barely hear it. and it makes her so irritatingly irresistible. 

  you find yourself looking towards where her apartment sits when you pass. and then your mind wonders what makes her so interesting to you. the answer of her perfect music taste, well polished flowers, and cat tower that sits right by the window, rings through your mind. 

  yet you know nothing about her. sure you know snippets of her life, but you can't possibly understand what her life is like. she lives near campus, meaning she's likely a college student. but what's her degree? what's her wants for after college? is she already seeing someone?

  and honestly you never thought your answers would be answered, but make plans and watch fate happen...

  "i'm literally biking to school right now, no, i'm serious! i'm like five minutes out," you try to explain to kuroo on the other end of the phone, his disbelief very visibly evident. 

  you groan as he continues to make jokes about how you're always running late. normally, you try to bike with attention to what's in front of you. but for some reason, mocking and laughing over the phone caught your attention, taking your eyes off of the sidewalk in front of you. 

  "kuroo, i will slap you if you keep distracting me! i told you, i'm so close to the school, i will be in class on time," with an instinctual shake of the head, your eyes barely catch something along your bike path. 

  just a few houses down, the mystery woman is walking towards the sidewalk, her headphones covering her ears. you give a small shout, attempting to slow your bike down as quickly as you can. the worst thing you think you can do right now is hit the woman who makes you so intrigued. probably break one of her bones or something and live embarrassed for the rest of your life.

  kuroo quickly asks what's happening while you drive yourself towards the grass. however, the building that houses the prettiest lady you've ever seen, has a row of bricks. your front wheel runs straight into one of them, which sends you forward. 

  with a low groan, you hit against the grass, your foot caught on the handle. you stay laying there for a moment, hoping to forget everything that just happened and hope that you didn't sprain your ankle. "are you okay?" a voice, certainly not kuroo's, echos through your already pounding head.

  "i will be," you squint your eyes open, her well known smile coming into focus. 

  "well, eventually, but you really took a fall there. where does it hurt?" she holds out her hands a little, her hair tucked behind her ears. quickly, you realize you must accept your fate of never talking to her again.

  your eyes meet her's, the sun creating a halo effect behind her head. her head tilts a little, waiting for you to finally answer her question. "uh my pride?" it was cheesy, you knew it as soon as it felt your mouth. but the small shake of her head and roll of her eyes made it absolutely worth it. 

  "really, though, my head does. my ankle feels awful, my side will probably bruise if i'm being honest," a small, completely forced smile rests on your face. 

  "can you move your foot? and then tell me your name and the year?" she raises her eyebrows, her eyes darting towards your foot as you move it a little. a sigh of relief helps relax the situation a little. 

  as she helps you lower your (luckily not broken foot) onto the grass you recite what she asked for, "l/n y/n, 2023. do you need my phone number too, or is that too much?"

  maybe it's the delirium talking, because even mentally, you were wondering why you're acting so forward. so ridiculously forward. she laughs it off, her hands moving around your ankle some to ensure that nothing is seriously damaged, "how about, for now, you can call me shimizu. maybe even someday kiyoko."

  "someday? so this conversation will surpass your wonderful doctor skills?" you sit up, your side still hurting a little from the impact. 

  shimizu hangs her head, biting her lip with a somewhat annoyed expression, "possibly.. if you cooperate with me here. luckily, it feels like you're ankle will be fine. might want to check a doctor out though. and take some ibuprofen, you could have a concussion."

  "my knight is shining armor, thank you. i'm very late for class right now, but this isn't too bad of a substitute," the bright morning sky creates the perfect background as you give shimizu a much wider smile. 

  she purses her lips, her fingers wrapping around yours as she attempts to help you up. her hands on warm, not clammy warm, but a gentle warm that battles the spring wind. "let's say i'm more of a maiden who's working on a degree in physical therapy," shimizu's fingers linger with yours as you use your free hand to grab the bike's handle. 

  you shrug, "i still like knight in shining armor.. but i should really get going. it was nice to officially meet you, shimizu," with a small, make pretend bow, side hurting and all, you get onto your bike.

  "it was nice to meet you too," she gives you a short wave, watching as you make your way to the school. 

  you look back for a second, noticing her arms crossed in front of her chest, a smile on her face. and her unforgettable smile is what almost makes you forget that the experience ever occurred. that you never completely embarrassed yourself by crashing to the yard.

  "what just happened?" kuroo's voice echoes through the phone, "and since when did you just flirt with people? can't believe i've missed this side of you." shit.

#kiyoko shimizu #shimizu kiyoko #kiyoko shimizu x reader #x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #kiyoko x reader #kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader

[haezen]

more slytherin sakusa kiyoomi please 🥹

hi anon! this one had been in the works for a while, but you inspired me to finish. thanks for sending in a request ily.

ATTENTION: read this part first because it will make more sense. but, if you read this part alone, i guess it will still work on its own.

pairing: slytherin!sakusa kiyoomi x reader genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff wordcount: 3.6k

happy reading <3

masterlist

You and your best friend, Hanamaki Takahiro, were currently standing together underneath the pavilion with the sole purpose of watching your mutual friends on the Slytherin team. 

The players were waiting for the rainstorm to pass before resuming their practice: all huddled around in a circle with their hoods up. It was nearly impossible to see past the rain due to the force of the wind and rain whipping around the pavilion the two of you stood under. 

Makki had suggested that the two of you go watch your friends practice this week because they had a big game coming up soon. You had nothing better to do and Oikawa had begged you to come watch him specifically as he claimed he needed your praise to calm his nerves.  He made a scene of asking you, even going as far as bending down on one knee with a rose he had conjured up on the spot—his crazy, romantic gestures always made you laugh and you couldn’t help but accept knowing that he simply just wanted you to feel included in something he loved. 

You squint your eyes with the intention of trying to tell the players apart, but with the intensity of the rainstorm, you found it difficult.

“Looking for someone in particular, aren’t you?” Hanamaki smirked knowingly, nudging your shoulder with enough force to make you lose your balance. 

“I swear, one day I might just strangle you in your sleep. Then, you’ll really regret ever being mean to me.”  

As you regained your balance from Makki’s shove, you huffed in frustration at how observant he could be. 

“Oh, but I thought you could handle a little roughin’ up?”  Makki sported a shit-eating grin with the quirk of his brow. “Can’t you, (Name)?” 

He cackled as you reared your fist back to punch him in the chest. Although you made a show of winding your fist back to hit him, when your fist made contact, you put no real strength behind it. He cackles even louder when you pout and are unable to respond with a witty comment like you usually would. It’s like he’s proud of himself for bringing up your sworn-to-death secret; you can only side eye him from your peripheral, trying to move on from the topic at hand as soon as possible.

You fight off the urge to scrunch your nose up in shame as you recall the truth you confessed to your friends when playing Truth or Dare a couple months ago.

“What’s something you’ve never told anybody else?” Oikawa looks in your direction after he reads a ‘Truth’ question off a card. 

You and your friends sat in a circle on the floor, surrounded by the darkness of the Slytherin commons; it was extremely late at night, but there was no stopping Makki and Mattsun once they set their minds on something.  The only light in the room was the dim light from the logs that were burning in the fireplace. You sat across from Oikawa, staring blankly at the floor, desperately trying to think of something shallow to say in response. 

“(Name), make it something juicy or else you’re wasting my and Mattsun’s precious time.” Makki, who was sitting on your left, leaned in close enough for his warm breath to fan your face and you covered it on instinct. 

“Oh god…okay.” 

You spread your fingers apart to peek at your friends who were anxiously waiting for your answer. 

“I’ll spill. But only if you guys promise to never bring it up again.” You tore your hands from your face and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to accept the ugly fact that you’re going to tell all of your closest friends one of your biggest fantasies.

 Sugawara and Kuroo both nodded in your direction while Makki and Mattsun shared knowing looks; a look that meant they’d store this information in their memory forever. You groaned at the realization but carried on anyway. 

“(Name)-chan, it stays between us. Promise.”Oikawa smiled and extended his pinky towards you. You returned the smile and graciously wrapped your own around his to seal the promise. 

“Okay, so…”

“(NAME)!” Mattsun shouts when he realizes you’re trying to stall; he’s extremely impatient in every aspect of life, even when playing a simple game of Truth or Dare. He groans, stretches his legs out dramatically, and falls backwards to lay on his back. You seize the opportunity to playfully slap his stomach, which causes him to immediately roll over to avoid another.  

“My truth is…that I secretly want someone to maybe…manhandle me?” You hesitated as you spoke each word, eyes flickering to each of your friends' faces to gauge their reactions. They all burst out in a laughter so contagious that you couldn’t help but join in with a laugh of your own. 

Makki especially found this confession of yours the funniest, considering he was the only one who knew the person you secretly wished to ‘manhandle’ you.

“I told you to never bring that up again, you idiot!” You groan as you cover your red face, not wanting to see Makki’s teasing eyes and wide smile.

 One of Makki’s most notable traits is his brilliant memory – he never fails to forget the things you thought you told him in confidence, bringing up something you forgot you told him in the first place. 

Since he’s been your best friend for so long, you know he truly meant no harm in teasing you. When he remembers the shocked expression that crossed your face just a moment ago, he clutches his aching stomach and wipes the tears that threatened to fall from his fit of laughter.

“I really can’t stand you.”

“That was so good, really. The look on your face was priceless. I wish Suna was over here to capture it.”

You cross your arms over your chest and give him a glare. 

“You remember that dare that you never did?”

“Yeah?” You ask hesitantly, afraid of what Makki might say next.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his trousers while motioning his head towards the group of guys huddled around for cover near the field.  You followed the direction he tilted his head towards, only for them to land on Sakusa Kiyoomi, your year-long crush. You met your best friend’s honeyed-colored eyes with a stony glare, watching as his smirk grew to the cheesiest grin you’d ever seen on his face.

“I think I got a perfect dare for you. I’m redeeming it now.”

“Now?!” You yell in disbelief. 

The team turns around to find the source of the noise, and even over the sound of rain, your voice carries over. You can’t help but look for Sakusa amongst everyone, and surely enough, you catch his attention.

Makki stares at you once he realizes the two of you made eye contact with one another. He relishes the faraway look in your eyes as you watch Sakusa fend off a clingy Miya Atsumu. Your best friend watches the fleeting look of admiration that graces your face suddenly morph into one of annoyance as you turn to him again.

“Why now?” You whisper-yell, eyebrows furrowing.

He remains silent and you immediately read his mind. You feel like throwing up and you fidget with the (your house colors) tie that hangs loosely around your neck.

“I can’t, ‘Hiro!”

He shakes his head with a soft smile, reaching to adjust your tie for you once he remembers that you fidget when you’re nervous. A habit that you’ve never been able to break.

“You won’t know until you try.” 

Your eyes land on Sakusa once more, mind racing as you thought of all the times you imagined confessing to the brooding Slytherin. Hanamaki pushes you forward, effectively tearing you out of your thoughts, and you stumble forwards.

“Don’t be such a pussy, (Name). It doesn’t suit you.” 

Something about those teasing words inspires a spiteful courage inside of you. You whip around, “Y’know what, fine! Fine, ‘Hiro. I’ll do it. ” 

“Finally!” He exclaims loudly as you pull up your hood and make your way to Sakusa.  

Hanamaki holds his breath as he watches you run to the field and over to the cover where the players are all standing underneath.

You’re soaked and out of breath when you reach the canopy, partly because you’re out of shape and partly because you’re scared half to death to confess to Sakusa Kiyoomi out of all people. None of them notice your figure approaching until you beckon to Sakusa. He points to himself, silently asking for your confirmation that it’s him you want to talk to. You nod as you inhale deeply to compose your nerves; he steps forward out of the group of players that move over to accommodate his large frame, and gestures to move over to the side, behind the large stands – away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers – for a little privacy.

Some of the guys whistle but you ignore them all while standing in the face of Sakusa. 

“Hey.” You say as you’re still trying to catch your breath.

“Hi.” He responds, uncomfortable and oddly enough, he might even feel curious as to why you had come over to talk to him.

His curly locks are damp from the rain and he runs a hand down his face because the raindrops trickle down his forehead. He’s stupidly attractive and you hate it. Damn you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Sakusa generally feels uncomfortable in the presence of women, but he feels even more so in your presence. He thought he had gotten off easy by establishing a friendly exchange with you, with bringing you tea every other day, he thought that he wouldn’t have to hold a true conversation with you.  But you manage to surprise him yet again; he was shocked to see you approaching the team and even more shocked when his teammates nudged his side, trying to tell him that it was him you were asking for.

Over the time you’d spent admiring Sakusa from afar, you’ve gathered that he isn’t skilled in hiding his true thoughts; you often can decipher his mood by just watching his expression change with the tiniest movements. 

He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly as he watches you catch your breath. You know that he’s thinking: ‘What is it?’

“I won’t take up too much of your time-”

“You’re not.” He assures you pointedly. “We’re waiting for the storm to pass anyway.”

You nod in appreciation, grateful that Sakusa (famously known for his cold demeanor) was reassuring you in this nerve-wracking moment. You inhale once more, letting the humid air fill up your lungs, and blow it out with your lips pursed. You’re incredibly nervous and it shows. The realization that you’re about to confess to one of the most coveted guys in Hogwarts is already nauseating, yet you’re more worried about the fact that Makki is knowingly waiting for you to return. You can already see his face: pink eyebrows wiggling and his lips curled up in a devilish grin. Your best friend makes you sick to your stomach and you think that he deserves a smack on the shoulder for putting you up to something so terrifyingly embarrassing as confessing to the Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“This might be ridiculous because–well, we don’t even really know each other.” You start, pulling your robe tighter against your body because you don’t know what to do with your hands. “I think that I might just be curious. Okay, that’s not the right word.”

Sakusa’s curiosity is growing by the second. At this point, he’s even overcoming his uneasiness talking to women solely because of how nervous you are — he might even pity you at this moment. Sakusa really wants to interrupt you and urge you to, ‘spit it out,’ but he has a soft spot for you; so, he stays silent and waits for you to finish.

“Ok.” You shake your head from side to side as you imagine you’re shaking the nerves away. It’s almost endearing. Almost. 

“I just came over here to say that I like you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You watch as his eyes widen but you push through it. “And I really like the tea you make for me. You make really good tea. I don’t really expect anything, but I wanted to tell you that.”

He’s shocked. Sure, he’s received plenty of confessions from girls before, but he’s never received a confession from a person he’s actually been interested in. Predictably, Sakusa can’t help but let the shock wash over him. His eyes still wide as he takes in the information, and as it processes, he feels like his whole body is on fire. The heat that soon overtakes his body travels up the back of his neck and his cheeks; surely, he’ll accept your confession in a heartbeat. He’s even imagined it. Yet, he stands there in shock as you believe he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy.

“I-I’m sorry.” You splutter out as the inevitable embarrassment of being rejected by your crush sets in. “Okay, well. Have a good practice or-” You look out to the field and realize that they might not even have practice. At this point, you’re tripping over your words and you just want to escape; you need to escape the shell-shocked expression on Sakusa’s face.  “I’ll see you around, Sakusa.”

He says nothing as you hurriedly walk back to the pavilion where your best friend is waiting for you. He watches as you disappear from around the stands, and he continues to watch your figure get smaller as you walk away. You finally reach the pavilion and grab Makki’s arm to drag him away.

He feels dread fill his heart at the realization that he just blew his chance with you. Sakusa feels like a coward. How could he have messed this up so badly?

When you reached Makki, the grin on his face disappeared almost immediately when he saw the look on your face. 

You’re trying your hardest to keep your cool and you’re trying even harder to push down the humiliating fact that you just got rejected like every other girl who has confessed to Sakusa. You’re accepting the fact — in real time — that you’re not any different from them.

“C’mon.” You grumble and that’s all you can manage to say because you don’t trust your voice. You grab the sleeve of Makki’s robe harshly and pull him along with you.

“What happened?”

“I’m a fool.” You mumble under your breath. “I’m so fucking stupid. Why did I ever think that a guy like him would like me back?”

As you drag Makki along, the two of you are speed-walking to reach the doors of the school. In the process, you get soaked even further than you already were. Meanwhile, Makki’s observant eyes are raking over your face for answers; he’s hoping that he can find some while just looking at your side profile.

The rain pours down on top of you and Makki and you finally reach the doors. You swing them open with such force that the back of the door hits the wall. 

At this moment, Makki is too afraid to speak up. He feels guilty because it wasn’t for him urging you to do your dare, you would’ve never been upset in the first place. You wouldn’t have gotten rejected because – Makki knows – you would’ve never found the courage to confess to Sakusa. He thought that if he had dared you to confess, that your dream of a reciprocated love would come true. But he was wrong.

“I’m sorry, (Name). But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” Makki finally manages to stop you in your tracks as he stopped following you.

Your back is facing him because you don’t want to cry. You know that if you meet your best friend’s concerned filled eyes, that you will definitely break down. There’s also the fear that he won’t get the hint and will tease you about being rejected. 

“He said nothing.” You say dryly. “I told him that I liked him and he just stood there.”

He’s silent for a moment before speaking up.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Is all Makki can come up with. 

Does he comfort you? He’s not entirely sure how to do that. Or should he hit you with the truth? Sure. It’s what you deserve. You deserve the truth and Makki believes that there will be no one great enough to deserve you. Not even Sakusa. 

“I’m going back to my dorm.” You whisper under your breath and you don’t care if he heard you. 

All you want is to take a warm shower and hide in your room. There’s nothing that can save you from the humiliation you suffered except for solitude.

So you do just that. You rush to your dorm and ignore the sounds of the water dripping onto the floor, the noise that your soaked shoes make, and all the stares along the way. You take a shower and let the water run down your back. Then, you crawl into bed and cover yourself up with blankets for the rest of  the day until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you contemplate whether or not you’ll visit the library. Will Sakusa be there, sitting in his spot? Will he spare you a pitiful glance once he sees you beeline for your own table? You don’t even want to run through all the possibilities of what could happen because you’ll talk yourself out of going. And you desperately need to go study.

Ultimately, you end up going because you would rather die than lose a day of studying a month before exams. 

You walk into the library with your head down, staring at your shoes. You’re terrified that Sakusa’s going to be sitting in that spot, seemingly taunting you with all the ‘could haves.’ Some part of you is afraid that simply seeing him would make you fall into a pit of despair.

He’s not there. 

You slump down into your spot with relief, letting your head rest on the back of your chair. You close your eyes, silently thanking whatever higher being for Sakusa not being here at this moment.

But then you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Your instinct forces you to open your eyes, and like out of your worst nightmare, Sakusa is standing behind you but he’s upside down due to your position.

You feel the bile daring to come up your throat and you want to scream out of frustration and embarrassment.  You sit up and turn around to face him, your hands gripping the back of your chair until they turn white. When you say nothing– because what is there to say? – he starts first.

“Hi.” He says awkwardly. “Can I sit with you for a minute?” 

You’re confused and he understands. Sakusa isn’t sure how he managed to ruin something so fast yesterday. He’s convinced that everything he touches – he ruins.

 He waits for your response and you nod hesitantly, rotating your body as he walks to sit in the chair across from you. When your eyes meet his dark ones, you think that he is avoiding your gaze like he’s nervous. He’s wearing his mask and he unexpectedly wraps his fingers around the string hanging behind his ears, pulling his mask down to show his face to you.

When Sakusa watched you leave yesterday, Atsumu emerged from around the back of the stands where he was crouching behind to listen to your confession. He yelled, “You idiot ‘Omi!” and proceeded to scold Sakusa for being so cold.

Sakusa definitely got an earful from Atsumu, but it brought him back to reality. He knew that he had to fix things with you, even though he’s not used to repairing any damaged relationship in his life; something in him wanted to give this a try.

He knew that he didn’t want to apologize right away in fear that you'd run off. He’d even rehearsed ways in which he’d ask you, but only because Atsumu made him practice – Atsumu knows that he’s not the best with words, but Sakusa is even more inept.

“Would you like to go to this cafe with me?” He asked painfully, averting his eyes to the side because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to ask if he was looking at your face. “I heard that the tea is good there–the flavor that you like.”

Your heart dropped at the question. Is this a pity invite or a cruel joke? No, you deduce, Sakusa wouldn’t be one to take part in such cruel jokes.

“I don’t want you to take me somewhere because you feel like you have to.”

“I want to.” And his attention returns to you. Under his gaze, you feel small, yet you somehow believe him – believe that he’s being genuine.

 Is a guy like Sakusa, who is so full of doubt and animosity towards strangers, capable of forming a connection with someone like you?

“Okay.” You nod for yourself while wiping your clammy hands on the material of your skirt. “I’ll go.”

You see his shoulders drop and you realize he’s relieved. You smile unknowingly and he catches a glimpse of your fleeting expression. 

“Let’s go.” He says as he gets up, pulling his mask back over his nose and mouth while simultaneously collecting his things.

“Let’s go?” You repeat in confusion.

“Yeah,” Sakusa verifies as he stands by your seat, unintentionally towering over you. “I have to make it up to you.” He mumbles, almost incoherently, behind his mask.

You wordlessly listen to him, packing up your textbooks and other materials to stuff them all into your bag. As you do so, you’re trying to get over the rapid pounding of your heart.

“And you can call me Kiyoomi.”

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[yanderecrazysie]

Unrequited Part 2 (Yandere Kuroo)

Requested on my Quotev!

Part 1 is here: https://yanderecrazysie.tumblr.com/post/668979878847266816/yn-x-kuroo-yn-is-bestfriends-with-kuroo-and-is

Title: Unrequited

Pairings: Kuroo x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, lesbian reader, swearing, delusional behavior, mentions of past consensual sex (not with reader), slight implied homophobia (? If you’ve read part 1 I guess)

Summary: Kuroo has been by your side since you were both little kids and he’s loved you for years. Yet, you’d rather chase after girls than return the affection of the only person that’s always been there for you. This time around, it may be necessary for him to take a few steps over the line to make you finally see reason.

unrequited

/adjective/

(of a feeling, especially love) not returned or rewarded.

When you come back into consciousness, your heart sinks.

The memories are fresh, and they shoot through your mind as the regret weighs on your shoulders. You’re tied so tightly to the uncomfortable wooden chair that you can’t move- stuck with nothing else to do but be a captive audience to the reliving of the past.

Your head throbs in rhythmic pain, to the point that you squint your eyes in the dim light of the empty room, unable to concentrate on surveying your surroundings. It was useless to do so anyway- there was not a single object in the room save for the one you sat on.

The walls were plain white and unblemished while the carpet beneath your shoes was off-white and soft-looking. You attempted to entertain yourself by looking for flaws in the scenery, but everything seemed brand new. You could even smell the faint scent of fresh paint. Was this room made just for you? The thought made your stomach twist into a painful knot.

The door opened without warning, causing you to jolt in your seat and your breathing to quicken. The man who walked through the door was not a surprise to you, but you still hoped that, somehow, he’d never reappear in your life. You were sure you’d rather starve to death tied to a chair in an empty room than have to deal with this backstabbing bastard again.

“(Y/n)! You’re finally awake!” Kuroo’s eyes gleamed with excitement, as if you’d done something incredible. A lump formed in your throat as you thought back to times you’d seen that expression. All of the happy memories with your former best friend were long ago tainted, but it didn’t make it any less painful.

The bastard grinned when you averted your gaze, misreading your disgust as timidness, “There’s no need to be shy, sweetheart. We’ve always been close, nothing’s changed now that our feelings are out in the open.”

What?

His delusional side managed to catch you off guard once more, unable to wrap your head around his thought process. Even though you’d seen this side of him only a little while ago (you assume it was recent, though there was no way to know how long you’d been unconscious), it was flabbergasting to see someone you thought you knew so well become a foreign monster.

“Kuroo…” You weren’t sure what you wanted to say and trailed off helplessly. It was the wrong move to make, because Kuroo looked happier than ever to hear his name leave your mouth.

“Yes, baby?” He made his way over to you and crouched down in front of you, a manic gleam in his eyes and wild grin on his lips.

“I don’t…” Again, words failed you. I don’t want to be here. I don’t understand. I don’t get it.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as Kuroo simply stared at you, seemingly content with the sight alone. You began to squirm, desperate for an escape from this situation. You’d be glad if the ground simply swallowed you whole, as long as you got away from him.

“I love you.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you felt like you’d been hit with a bat again. Your head spun and throbbed as tears filled your eyes. You felt like you were about to throw up all over the man in front of you, and a large part of you really wanted to.

“I hate you,” the words slip from your mouth before you can decide whether it’s the right thing to say or not. Maybe it’d be smarter to refrain from upsetting such an unstable person, but you couldn’t help the response. Funnily enough, you were still bitter about the way he slept with Kaori, even though it felt like it happened a lifetime ago. Emotions are strange, aren’t they?

The wild grin slips from Kuroo’s face almost instantly and it causes your blood to turn to ice. He continues to stare at you in silence, but his gaze is harder this time.

Finally, he speaks, voice cold as your body, “You don’t mean that.”

It’s not a question so you don’t answer it. It’s not a good idea to mess with Kuroo, and this time you’ve got enough preparation to hold your tongue.

Kuroo smiles slightly at your silent obedience, but there’s still a chill behind his words as he says, “I know you love me deep inside, we just have to reach a little deeper. You’re confused still, I understand that now, but we’ll fix you, okay? I love you and I know you love me back.”

He leaned closer until his hot breath fanned across your cheeks, making you shiver violently.

“I’ll fix you.”

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere kuroo #kuroo tetsurou

[star-struck01]

Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 3

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 2 | Pt. 4

(Not my photo)

Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 505

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

"His name is Kenma." Kuroo, the captain, had gotten his order just before the two-toned-haired boy's, Kenma's, so you happened to get his name. You nodded and wrote down his name, moving back to the door to wait for Hina, just missing the small blush on Kenma's cheeks and Kuroo teasing him for it. When the two of you had finished gathering their orders, you made your way to the kitchen to give them the orders from the room. You were so lucky to have this amazing kitchen staff, and they weren't understaffed. If they needed you to step in, oh god, there would be no more kitchen. When it was all done, you grabbed all of your orders and put them in your cart. You had walked around trying to make sure you didn't leave any behind when Hina slipped a piece of paper into Kenma's dish. You come back to see her standing with her cart at the door with a small smile on her face again. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was up to something, and pushed through the doors.

"Whatever it is you're scheming inside your head, stop. We have a job to do." She laughed behind you and followed after you, making your way all the way back to the room again. You were definitely getting your steps in today. The two of you began handing out dishes the second you entered the room, checking the names next to the food to make sure you got all of them right. When you were all done, you stretched your back and looked down at your feet, seeing Yui sitting right behind you. "Have you been following me this whole time?" Hina looked up from where she was placing someone's dish. "I didn't want to say anything, but yes, she has been following you this time. I know you don't have the time for her, but I still think you should adopt her." This got the attention of Kuroo and Kenma. "Why can't you adopt her?" Kurroo asked you, tilting his head to the side. "Like Hina said, I just don't have the time to care for a cat between school, work, and studying." You pouted a little and crouched down to pet her between her ears. "That sucks; the two of you are each other's other halves. Also, Kenma, she kind of looks like you." Kuroo chuckled to himself and looked over at Kenma. Confused, Kenma looked up at the cat and squinted at her, to which she squinted back. "Look at that—practically twins." The table laughed as Kenma continued to glare at the smug-looking cat. "I don't like her." Kenma huffs. You gasped and put a hand to your chest, looking offended. "How could you say that to my baby?" You pretended to cry, throwing your hands over your face while Hina grabbed you by the armpits and practically dragged you out of the room, with Yui following right after the two of you.

"Okay, drama queen, let's go."

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma x male reader #kenma x gn reader #kenma x female reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader