kuryoomi

[kuryoomi]

sex before lysol (kuroo x reader)

➸  genre: smut + fluff

➸  pairing: kuroo x reader

➸  word count: 2.5k

a/n: anon requested a secret manager relationship au, but i decided to take it a step further !! also, consider this smut fic my apology for not publishing in monthsㅡ aha. okay, bye and enjoy !!

➸  summary: the team couldn’t care less whether or not you dated their volleyball captain. the only problem is, the storage room that smells like it’s been fucked in.

one year.

it had been approximately one year since you became nekoma’s volleyball team manager.

and five months since you’ve started dating kuroo tetsurou.

when word got out that you were in a secret relationship with nekoma’s volleyball captain, nobody was surprised. in fact, everyone had expected it to happen eventually.

“it was kind of obvious.” kenma had bluntly stated while focusing on his nintendo switch.

“we could see the way you two stared at each other during practice.” yaku added, playful disgust showing up on his face, “all lovey dovey.”

“not to mention how kuroo-san acted when i hugged (y/n).” lev stated, shaking his head with arms crossed, “i thought i was dead afterwards for sure.”

you nervously laughed at their comments, fingers fidgeting together, “so, you guys don’t mind?” even though you knew they wouldn’t judge, you couldn’t help but be anxious of their reply.

“of course they don’t mind!” kuroo scoffed before pulling you closer to him by the waist, “who i date is none of their concern.” he leaned his head down to place a kiss against your forehead, easing your nerves.

kai laughed before nodding his head, “don’t be so apologetic, (y/n). we wouldn’t want kuroo to date anyone else! you’re the only one who can keep him under control, after all. well, besides kenma.”

kenma glanced up from his game screen, fingers still moving on the controls (god knows how), “that is true.”

yaku gave you a thumbs up, “just don’t get all lovey dovey during practice. i don’t know how much my stomach can handle it.” he shuddered.

“of course!” you giggled at yaku’s comment and beamed brightly, thankful for the support from your friends, “i definitely won’t mix in relationship with my job!”

ㅡ

well.

that’s what you had said before.

“tetsu..” was the first thing you muttered as his large hands found their way around your waist, enclosing your body with a back hug.

“yes, baby?” his reply whispered into your ear, automatically sending butterflies through your stomach in a rushed manner.

baby was such a simple, yet powerful nickname.

with the volleyball still tightly grasped in your hands, you inhaled deeply before continuing your sentence, “could you please go out there and help the others clean up? we have a chemistry test tomorrow, and i would like to go home to study as soon as possible.”

ignoring your pleas, your boyfriend hummed quietly while his slender fingers crept up under your chin, grabbing your face gently towards his direction. your eyes met with each other’s and you could see a hint of endearing lust resonating in his dark orbs. warmth gradually crept up on your face before you shook your head.

kuroo chuckled and you internally cursed at yourself for almost being distracted by his laugh.

it was safe to say that he knew you weren’t particularly fond of displaying physical affection, but that didn’t stop him. he didn’t care.

teasing you was all part of the fun in this relationship.

“why?” his warm breath tickled against your skin as small kisses trailed down your cheek, past your neck, and onto your collarbone, “i’d rather spend time in here with you.” 

you shook her head, “because tetsu, you’re the captain. you have responsibilities. andㅡ ah!”

while you were talking, his hands had slipped themselves past your shirt and onto your skin, his fingers gently caressing your stomach before sliding up to tease your breasts through your bra. 

“responsibilities?” an eyebrow quirked up while his voice muttered against your collarbone, “i don’t feel like taking responsibility of anything except you right now.” 

his finger were cold against your bare skin and your body was close enough for him to breathe on your collarbone. needless to say, you were pressed up against him and your heart was pounding like crazy.

“mm, your heart’s beating pretty fast,” another chuckle escaped his lips and you shook your head before playfully jabbing his stomach with your elbow. no matter how much he made your knees wobble, you weren’t giving in right now.

no way.

“tetsu.. the faster we clean up, the faster we’ll be able to go back home..” swiftly, you turned around so that your chest pressed up against his. your eyes were round at this point, an almost pleading look taking over your face, “please?”

kuroo inhaled sharply. 

why did you have to be so cute?

“you’re adorable, aren’t you?” he mumbled in ear one last time before clashing his lips onto yours, hungrily. startled by the sudden kiss, your hands dropped the volleyball that you were once holding and a small moan escaped your lips. you could feel his body press harder against yours, backing you up against the wall behind you.

you knew exactly where this was heading. 

“b-babe. everyone’s still outside!” you panted in between the kiss, hopeful that’d he’d cease his movements.

but it didn’t stop him.

“they’re too busy fooling around, (y/n).” he breathed into your ear, leaving shivers down your spine while his hot breath left you longing for more, “just be a good girl for me, will you?”

his lips crashed into you hungrily once more. you could feel his hand snaking around your body, feeling your every curve. one hand entangled around your hair and you gasped for breath. kuroo took advantage of this and snaked his tongue inside your mouth, claiming your lips to be his. he explored every inch of your mouth, not leaving a centimeter go by unnoticed.

you felt saliva drip down your lips and down your chin as he pulled away. a strand of saliva connected both of your lips together. no matter how many times the two of you had made-out, it always left you by surprise on how skilled he was with his tongue.

before you had time to process anything, his fingers trailed down your body gently. you gasped as a hand groped your left breast, massaging it roughly as if claiming what was his. your shirt was pulled up swiftly, making you bite only the fabric so he could clearly see your body. he unhooked your bra, leaving your upper body completely exposed and your face in heat. he groped you with his fingers- his tongue. he sucked on both your stiff buds, savoring your taste. you trembled beneath him. 

this made him chuckle.

moving on from your breasts, you felt his hand lifting one of your legs upwards to wrap around his waist, exposing the area between your legs even more.

“stay like this, babe.” kuroo smirked, fingers trailing downwards to your lower regions. one hand was placed on your chin, pulling your face up to distract you with a heated kiss as the other slowly undid your zipper-- pulling off your pants to only expose your panties. 

you gasped, only making entrance for his tongue once more. he moved his fingers up and down your clothed nether region, slipping his hand into your panties. you squirmed with each caressing touch he gave you. kuroo outlined your soaking entrance with his index finger, teasing your most sensitive area in your most vulnerable state. 

“you’re already this wet, (y/n)..” he whispered in an amused tone and looked down before licking his lips. slowly, he inserted two fingers inside you, stirring up your insides. widening your eyes, you tightly gripped onto his shoulder to keep your balance from failing. 

with both fingers moving rapidly inside you, he began to skillfully massage your clitoris with his thumb and it took everything inside you to not scream out in pleasure. feeling his fingers pump inside you, you moaned while digging your fingers deeper into his shoulder, your head spinning in pleasure.

you could feel his smirk widen at the way you reacted for him. after a few more thrusts, he ceased his movements completely, yet still keeping his digits inside you.

“t-tetsu!” you panted eagerly, “keep moving your fingers!”

he hummed softly, “are my fingers all you want?” his thumb pressed harder onto your clit, making you flinch.

“demanding as always, aren’t you?”

“ah!” looking up, your eyes met his and you gave him a desperate look, “you know i want more.."

"so?"

"give me more, testu."

in less than a second, kuroo forcefully turned you around so that your chest pressed against the storage wall. yelping softly, you quivered as he yanked both your pants and undergarment down to your ankles, exposing your bare skin to him. he cupped your ass with a hand, watching you struggle to accommodate the position.

both your hands were placed against the wall and your legs were parted just the slightest bit to display your drenched hole. kuroo inhaled sharply at this scene as his hand worked quickly to pull down his volleyball shorts and boxers, uncovering the bulge that had been bothering him for minutes. spitting into his left hand, he grasped his length and gave it a few pumps in preparation. his eyes never left your body, his eyes tracing every curve you had.

you glanced behind, confused by the silence and lack of movement, “babe?”

instantly, a hand wrapped itself around your eyes, depriving your sense of vision in a heartbeat, “h-huh?”

“don’t worry ‘bout it.” you could feel something jab harshly against your hole. 

you felt his hand caressing your inner thighs, making you sigh in content before violently pushing further apart. you were completely vulnerable to his touch, and he liked that.

no, he loved that.

your eyelashes fluttered in anticipation as he teased you for the last time by rubbing his tip against your swollen area. his precum oozed around his tip, the transparent liquid dripping down from the head. you squealed as he pressed the end of his shaft over your wet, sensitive folds. it wasn’t long before your cunt eagerly swallowed something thick and big.

“ah!” your back arched automatically in response to his erection as he rammed the rest of his length inside you. balls deep, he stays still to feel your walls pulse around him as you struggled to get used to his size. a loud moan escaped your lips as you felt his warm body hover closer to your body, his thrusts gradually increasing in tempo.

“fuck, (y/n).” he groaned while thrusting into your body deeper and deeper each second, “you’re tighter than usual.” you could hear his cheeky smile in the tone of his voice.

“s-shut up!” your head tilted upwards when he hit a certain spot, making you choke back the scream building up inside your throat. kuroo noticed this and continue to jam ruthlessly into the same spot repeatedly.

“oh?” he panted in amusement before chuckling between his thrusts, “it’s getting easier to find your pleasure spot, (y/n).” he leaned his head down and sank his teeth inside the nape of your neck before sucking the area of skin. the hand that covered your eyes slowly fell down, granting you with sight once more.

your sweaty bodies clashed against each other, the sound of skin echoing throughout the storage room. kuroo shoved in and out, biting your neck harder and harder each thrust. 

“so good..” you moaned loudly before slapping a hand over your mouth to cover your erotic sounds. 

speeding up his thrusts, kuroo grinned at the comments made by you. he could feel her dripping down his cock and balls, making a mess as he longed for his release. his thrusts were fast, yet calculated and it made you go absolutely insane.

“shit.” your boyfriend muttered under his breath between his groans, hair falling into his eyes and break a sweat. his breathing quickened and his thrusts became more and more intense with each passing second. his length buried deeper inside your cunt, touching your pleasurable spot with ease. pulling apart from your skin, he bit down onto his lower lip as a crease formed between his eyebrows. 

“you feel so fuckin’ good, (y/n).” his compliments made your knees wobble, edging you closer and closer to your release. in mere seconds, a familiar knot formed inside your stomach as your eyes widened.

“tetsu!” back arching further, your mouth was muffled by your hand as you screamed out his name, your muscles clenching together in the force of a powerful orgasm.

in the mist of your release, the faintest sounds of curses mixed in with your name escaped kuroo’s throat as he pulled out from your cunt, rapidly stroking his cock to chase after his own high. panting under his breath, he let out one last groan to signal his release before squirting all over your ass.

heavy panting filled the void of silence as the two of you slowly came down from your euphoric high. you felt small, light kisses trail up and down your back as if worshipping your body. knees weak from sex, you hesitantly turned around to face your boyfriend.

his hair was messy, and his eyes were gleaming with exhaustion and lust. his body was simmering with sweat, which just made his muscles more visible from underneath his volleyball uniform. his face had gone completely red, with bits of saliva on his lips. 

you stared as he ran his fingers through his hair, removing strands from his eyes so he could see better.

“kuroo tetsurou..” awed at the sight of your boyfriend, you mentally cursed yourself for being speechless like an idiot. kuroo took notice of this and chuckled, wrapping both arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“sorry. couldn’t help myself.” he buried his face in the crook of your collarbone, “forgive me?”

internally giggling at his cute actions, you playfully pushed his sweaty body away from you, “okay, fine. you’re forgiven! let’s just be quieter next t-”

a loud knock interrupted your sentence, causing you to jump up in surprise.

“are you guys done yet?”

hand slapped over your mouth at the voice, you looked up at kuroo and he stared back with wide eyes.

shit, kenma!

ㅡ

“i thought you two died.” kenma sauntered into the storage room with equipment in his hands and his volleyball bag over his shoulders, “the others left since you two were taking forever to organize.” 

“ahaha, sorry about that.” you replied nervously, helping him dump all the volleyballs inside the ball cart, “all the equipment's were out of place.”

giving kuroo a side eye, your boyfriend caught your gaze and winked in response before clearing his throat loudly.

“yeah, i think i need to scold lev for shoving everything in here.” kuroo mumbled, as crouched down to swap his volleyball shoes to his regular ones.

“mm, i’ll talk to lev about it tomorrow.” kenma replied unenthusiastically before placing his bag on the floor. unzipping the bigger pocket, he reached in to pull out a can of lysol before shaking it.

much to your bewilderment, he started to calmly spray the entire storage room with his single can of lysol. the scent of lemon resonated throughout the area, catching kuroo’s attention from his shoes. 

“um, kenma.” kuroo’s eyebrow quirked up in confusion as he stood up, the same look on your face as well, “what are you spraying?”

“lysol.” kenma replied bluntly, his arm waving around to spray each and every corner of the storage room, “wouldn’t want it to smell like sex for tomorrow.”

[kuryoomi]

feeling of love (ushijima x reader)

➸  genre: fluff

➸  pairing: ushijima x reader

➸  word count: 760

“do you believe in true love?”

ushijima blinked once before lifting his head up, your question clearly catching him off guard. it was late in the evening and you were sitting across the table from him, the spot you normally occupied during your one on one 'study dates' with ushijima. wellㅡ a purely platonic date, of course.

"true love?" he blankly reiterated the last two words of your question, an eyebrow raised in a curious manner.

you hummed in reply, your face resting on the palm of your hand, "yeah! the topic came up in my psychology book, so i wanted to know your thoughts on it." 

you slid your psychology book towards him to show the unit you were currently studying.

he was quiet and his eyes remained on his own work. not surprising, honestly.

taking his silence as a disinterest in the conversation, you tilted your head slightly to the side before giving him an eye smile, "you don't have to answer! maybe it's not an easy question.." keeping the smile on your face, you shook your head and looked back down at your psychology book, resuming your study.

the usual stoic expression on ushijima’s face faltered slightly as he noticed you doodling all around the handwritten notes on your sheet of notebook paper. 

“do you?” he quietly asked, this time catching you by surprise.

placing a finger on your chin, you firmly nodded your head, “yup! i definitely believe in true love.” placing a hand to your chest, a dramatic sigh left your lips, “even though i have no idea how it feels, it has to be one of the greatest feelings in the whole entire world!”  

he couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at your outburst, “really? how do you think it feels?”

“huh?” you weren’t expecting that, especially not from ushijima, “w-well..” you glanced back down at your psychology book, unsure of how to answer, “who knows..”

you fidgeted in your seat.

“maybe love is,,, something sweeter than a piece of candy and more addictive than a drug. umㅡ it's when your heart beats loud enough for you to be nervous that someone might hear it." you swung your legs back and forth anxiously, "and it's when you can show all your emotions without fear of ever being judged..."

ah, maybe you've overdone it.

naturally, the description of love you gave to him were the feelings you felt whenever you were with him. but you weren’t about to expose yourself anymore than you already had. this wasn’t how you wanted to confess.

biting your lower lip, you cleared your throat before plastering another smile on your face, “a-anyways! that’s what i think love feels like. how about you?” you quickly asked, trying to move on from your answer, “it’s not fair if i’m the only one who’s answering!”

“i guess that’s fair.”

then, ushijima took a moment to think of a definite answer.

what exactly was true love? 

and how did it feel?

was it really how you described it out to be? 

he looked at you, studying the features on your face from your gentle eyes to the small smile that was always resting on your lips. your face was flushed with a deep shade of red, starting from your cheeks to the tip of your ears. he found it quite endearing.

in fact, he found everything about you endearing.

moments with you felt calm and peaceful, as if the world was on pause just for the two of you.

was this feeling considered as true love?

if true love was the way he felt when he looked at you. when you smiled at him kindly with your gentle eyes. the feeling he got when you cheered him on during volleyball practice. if all those emotions were deemed as conditions of true love, he wasn't ashamed to accept or admit to it.

rather, he wanted the feeling to last forever.

and being the blunt man he was, he wanted to tell you that.

“hello?” you waved your hand in front of his face, “earth to wakatoshi! are you zoning out again?”

he smiled before grabbing the hand that was in front of his face before holding onto to it.

“hey, (y/n). i think i know how love feels.”

you widened your eyes, stunned by how tightly he suddenly held onto your hand, “huh? really?”

ushijima nodded before bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss onto your soft skin.

"i think love is how i feel when i’m with you.”

[kuryoomi]

bad habits (atsumu x reader)

➸  genre: angst

➸  pairing: atsumu x reader

➸  word count: 664

he had a habit of always reading his words aloud as he typed. only today, he really should have kept his mouth shut.

it was later in the evening when his significant other found out about his early morning departure. he never intended for you to find out like this. it was his own grave mistakeㅡ he should’ve kept his mouth shut. but this stupid habit of his never seemed to take his side at all.

“you’re leaving me?” you spoke, your voice on the verge of breaking down. a few minutes ago, you had heard him mumbling to himself as he was reading a text message. you knew the type of habit he possessed, but it had never caused any trouble or harm to you.

not until now.

atsumu stared at his partner calmly, studying the wavering eyes that unsuited your fragile face. the same face that he had grown to love for the past few years. and the face that once caused sparks to fly between you two.

but the spark had died down.

and you were no longer his priority.

with a small nod, he shoved his phone down his back pocket.

this stupid habit of his. this stupid habit never seemed to take his side. it always caused an issue for the people around himㅡ yet why hadn't he fixed it?

he remained quiet. it was nothing more than a pain to explain everything, anyways. silently, he crept upstairs to your shared bedroom to finish packing. in his mind, he knew that you were beyond confused, upset, and all the other emotions that radiated disappointment and betrayal. but he just didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now.

“this is a joke, right?” you paused at the bottom of the stairs, uncertain of his intentions, “just one of your stupid pranks, right?”  

ignoring your question, he shoved whatever was left of his inside the suitcase before carrying it down the stairs. you were waiting for him to answer. after all, it seemed as if all you could do nowadays was just wait.

"trust me. it's for the better." he finally spoke after what seemed like years to you. 

you did a double take.

“for the better?” you choked, “this isn’t for the better.” your fists clenched together, “what you’re doing right now is just a convenience for you. don’t you care about how i feel?”

again, he failed to answer your simple question.

"you didn't even talk to me about it.” shit. your voice was on the verge of breaking down, “what happened to communication above anything else?? please, why are you running away from me??"

"running away?" he held back the urge to snort at your comment, "c'mon, don't make me out to be an asshole. is it a sin for me to just lose interest?”

lose interest.

you saw this coming. you saw it coming from a mile away, but you chose to ignore it. for the past couple of weeks, it was hard to get any affection out of atsumu. he was busy with volleyball, and you understood that. after all, you had agreed to the consequence before dating atsumu. even with his busy schedule, you kept your head held up high because you believed that your relationship was strong enough to handle anything. 

but the two of you hardly saw each other anymore. and when you did get the rare chance to see him, it was when you two were sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. 

"but you promised me. what happened to forever?"

your voice cracked, helplessly clinging onto the last strand of hope you had for your relationship. 

his head tilted upwards and he stared at the ceiling lights. there was no empathy residing in his eyesㅡ just a lack of interest in the conversation.

"forever? babygirl, what are you talking about?” he glanced at you momentarily, the smile on his face dripping with silent threat, “forever never existed between us."

[kuryoomi]

scars to your beautiful (kageyama x reader)

➸  genre: angst and fluff.

➸  pairing: kageyama tobio x reader.

➸  word count: 1.5k

a/n: wHEW. i wanted to write something meanigful, but idk how it turned out !! honestly idek if this is either angst or not lowkey,,, heart fingers.

synopsis: kageyama helps (y/n) love and embrace the scars from her past.

WARNING! mentions of relationship abuse.

ouch.

warm, red blood oozed out of the exposed wound, the sharp pain visible on your face. from your left side, a little boy was apologizing to you several times with tears in his eyes. and from your right, kageyama extended an arm to lend you a hand.

"thank you." you took his hand and pulled your body up from the ground, blood still gushing out from your scraped knee.

"i'm s-so s-sorry!" the little boy sobbed in between his words.

smiling at him, you shook your head before patting his head, "i'm fine! still moving, you see?" you shook your leg to prove yourself to the little boy.

"still, be careful. you might seriously injure yourself if you don't!" teasingly, you scolded the little boy, causing him to nod his head ferociously.

"i'll b-be careful next t-time!" swallowing his tears, the little boy picked up his skateboard before running off.

seeing as the boy disappeared from their sight, you let out a breath before stumbling to keep your balance.

"oi! don't fall!" kageyama pulled you back up, "c'mon, i'll help you get seated."

he helped (carried) your body while searching for an empty bench in the park. spotting one in the distance, he continued supporting you before setting you down on the empty, wooden bench.

adjusting your position to your comfort, a sigh left your lips.

"of course this had to happen." you thought to yourself, "i knew this day was going too smoothly for my own liking! ugh, why can't my first date with tobio be a success?? curse you, bad luck!!"

"(y/n)." kageyama interrupted your thoughts, "can you roll up your jeans for me?" he was knelt in front of you, one knee up and the other knee down.

"huh?!" you snapped out of your internal conflict, "why?"

oh no.

"so that i can see your injury." he pointed directly at your knee, "the blood is seeping through your jeans."

oh no. anything but that.

"pfft, i'm sure it's fine! no big deal." you swung your legs back and forth, "you see?" unknowingly, your face gave away your pain.

he took one look at your before shaking his head, "(y/n), don't be ridiculous."

you hung your head, avoiding his eyes, before beginning to slowly roll up your jeans. as more skin got exposed, your fingers hesitated.

kageyama noticed your hesitation and helped you roll your jeans up, thinking that the pain prevented you from continuing,

"no— wait!"

a long jagged scar snaked down the side of your leg, close to your knee. the skin around the mark was slightly discolored, suggesting that it did not heal properly. this was something you did not want kageyama to see, at all. but what could you do? lady luck was not on your side today. you grimaced, too afraid to see the male's reaction.

without any comments, kageyama stood up from the ground and turned his back towards the female.

"i'll be right back." he spoke before jogging away from the bench.

oh no.

he thinks they're ugly.

oh nonono.

what if he decides that i'm worthless—

haha, no way.

as if.

tobio isn't that kind of person...

is he?

amidst your worries and doubts, you noticed kageyama return from somewhere with a plastic bag hanging from his grasp. you jumped up from the wooden park bench, ready to explain yourself.

"t-tobio! you're back!" you shuffled your feet nervously as he stopped in front of you with his eyes on yours, "don't worry! i can explain my— my um. my scars! haha see, i was in this crazy relationship a few years back and my boyfriend wasn't exactly the best person alive. b-but it's all good now! he received his punishment and i'm—"

partially listening to your rambles, kageyama silently sat you back down on the bench. without a single word, he retrieved the item he bought from the convenience store (a first-aid kit) and opened it up before quickly soaking a piece of cotton with bottled water.

"we have to clean up your wound, first." he spoke calmly as his hands dabbed the piece of cotton on your knee.

unable to process his actions, you watched as he peeled off a bandaid before sticking it onto your wound. he pressed his fingers against it lightly, the bandaid sticking well to your skin. he was gentle, almost as if he were working with fragile glass, yet firm at the same time.

"and now we're finished." he smiled softly and awkwardly made jazz hands, signaling his finished work. still struck by silence, your eyes were glued on him as you watched kageyama throw away everything except the first-aid kit, "tobio.."

he returned back to the bench and sat down, his hand reaching out to give you whatever was left inside the first-aid kit.

"here. don't want you being unprepared again." with a kind smile on his lips, kageyama leaned back against the bench and stretched him arms out, "now you can continue your story, if you want. i'm here to listen."

oh.

initially, you weren't sure how to feel when he offered his ears to you. strange, right? just moments ago, you were desperately trying to explain yourself, your scars, to him. but now that he was actually listening, it was odd.

as shocking as it may seem, you weren't used to someone offering to listen to your voice, your past, your story. maybe it was because of this reason that you actually felt nervous to say anything.

but you were compelled to tell him. this guy, who had only known you for a couple of weeks, had knocked down any barrier you had built from a previous relationship, in a matter of minutes.

was it the way he looked? at you? or was it because of his caring gestures— you had no idea. whatever it was, it worked to his favor. you instantly desired to spill everything out to him. after all, you just couldn't hide it in any longer.

"my- uh. my ex-boyfriend was abusive, both physically and mentally. he would verbally tear me down with harsh words before resolving our fight with his fists. honestly speaking, it wasn't even a fight. whenever he spat out insults to me, it was all one-sided."

you paused, contemplating on whether or not to continue. spilling details about your painful past was overwhelming, to say the least. you swung your legs back and forth, allowing your silence calm you down. luckily, kageyama was patient.

"he told me that i was ugly with all these scars—said that i should be grateful he was at least willing to be with me, even though he was the one who gave me these."

another pause, with kageyama's eyes widened the slightest bit out of anger.

"my parents eventually found out, even though i didn't want to trouble them with anything, and they reported him. he received his punishment, and i got a restraining order! happy ending to a not-so happy story." immediately, you faked a laugh and encouraged a smile on your face, as if to show kageyama that everything was alright now.

but kageyama saw through it. vividly. even if both the corners of your lips curled upwards, your eyes betrayed you. no matter how convincing your smile looked, if the eyes weren't sincere then nothing was.

you gulped softly, expecting the silence from him. you figured he was processing the information you had given himㅡ it was a lot to take in, after all.

"your ex-boyfriend seemed like an ass." he stated bluntly after a painful silence as his body turned towards to face you.

"yeah, he was. i honestly don't know why i stayed with him." another laugh escaped your lips, nervously this time, "maybe i depended on him too much. pathetic, right?" you glanced down before lifting your wounded knee upwards, "now, i got all these ugly scars marking me for the rest of my life."

"they're not ugly."

you turned your head to the side, "excuse me?"

he shrugged, "your scars. they're not ugly." kageyama said once more, "nothing on your body should be considered as ugly. why would they be?"

"because they make my body seemㅡ destroyed."

he shook his head, "no. your scars show everyone how brave you are. how you survived through the worst of times to make it to the present."

kageyama crossed his arms before continuing, "the scars on your body from your past make up your own constellations. if anything, you should be proud and embrace them."

you bit your lip. since your previous breakup, the concept of loving your body seemed impossible. of course, you'd been trying for years now, but failed every single time. heck, was it even possible? you wanted verbal assurance.

"doㅡ do you think i'm capable of embracing them?" you asked, your voice laced with hope.

kageyama stared at the female, a brief moment of silence between the two of you. he was positive that you were more than able to embrace your scars. you were strong in his eyes. of course, he was willing to help you in any way, shape, or form.

with a hand on top of your head, he gave you a small smile before nodding his head, "absolutely."

[kuryoomi]

childish ace (bokuto x reader)

➸  genre: fluff.

➸  pairing: bokuto koutarou x reader.

➸  word count: 1k

a/n: my first one-shot dedicated to fukurodani’s captain! i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. heart fingers.

synopsis: bokuto realizes his reputation as the "simple-minded ace" before confronting his girlfriend about it.

you thought he didn’t mind.

it was common knowledge to the volleyball team that bokuto koutarou, fukurodani's volleyball ace, was a simple man. sure, he was playful, friendly, and energetic, but sometimes he would behave moreㅡ childlike than anything else. the slightest thing impacted his mood, which more than likely affected his play.

nonetheless, he still played well in games and scored overwhelming amounts of points. besides, the man didn't even seem to notice his simple-minded ways.

that is, until some people started whispering amongst themselves on the bleachers during practice.

"hey hey, did you hear? about our volleyball team captain?"

"yeah! i did. oh em gee, who knew he had such a cute side to him."

"still, doesn't it make him seem a bitㅡ lame?"

"who cares? it's thanks to him we're considered a powerhouse school."

hitting a cross spike, bokuto looked up at the bleachers and saw some students pointing and whispering at him. it had been like this for the past couple of days, and he didn’t know why. normally, he would automatically praise himself for being the center of attention, but now (for unknown reasons) he was just skeptical.

“akaashi..”

“yes, bokuto-san?”

pointing straight at the bleachers, bokuto hunched his back in a doubtful manner, “what do you think they’re talking about?”

akaashi, knowing completely well what they were talking about, shrugged his shoulders and passed the volleyball to the ace, “they’re probably admiring how cool you were when you hit that cross spike.” mentally, he apologized to bokuto before going back to his position.

“ahaha, right?? that’s what i thought!” bokuto rubbed the back of his neck, still unsure of what to believe, before resuming his play.

ㅡ

"hey, (y/n)..." bokuto's low voice groaned softly as his head rested on top of the female's lap.

the evenings after volleyball practice were always full of sore arms and tired legs. nothing was better than going home to a warm bath in the comfort of his apartment. of course, you were always there with him as well.

"what is it, bokuto?" you hummed quietly as your fingers ran through bokuto's hair. it had become a habit of yours over the past couple of weeks, and it eventually started becoming one of the few things both you and bokuto looked forward to after practice.

hearing a heavy sigh coming from below, you glanced down at your boyfriend and noticed his eyebrows furrowed in concern. even though his mood swings were completely normal, you were still worried about his sudden dejected behavior. he had been very much energetic a couple minutes before, so what could've possibly triggered his mood swing?

"hm, bokuto? what's wrong?"

a small frown formed on his lips as bokuto sat up abruptly, his body positioned away from you. you watched as his head dropped down, his lips murmuring incoherent whispers.

"i'm sorry, what? i can't hear you."

your boyfriend let out another heavy sigh as he hesitantly repositioned himself so that his body faced yours, "i'm just saying that i..." again, his voice trailed off into a whisper, preventing you from hearing his voice.

"bokuto, babe. seriously. i can't hear you."

frustrated by the lack of communication, bokuto crossed his arms and slouched with his back hunched over, "i'm just saying that i've been hearing some really strange rumors about me. some people have been saying how i've got muscles for brains! and how i'm really immature, especially when it comes to volleyball. does that make sense to you??"

surprised by his own outburst, bokuto paused quickly before collapsing against the sofa, "hey hey, am i really just an immature ace with muscle for brains? what do you think, (y/n)?" his voice became softer and his eyes drooped downwards.

while lending an ear to bokuto and his problems, you couldn't help but accidentally let out a small giggle, which eventually turned into a small laugh.

oh, so that's what this is about. i didn't have to worry at all.

your small laugh increased louder and louder in volume and before long, bokuto had stopped his ranting just to listen to the other's sudden outburst.

with a few seconds of just pure laughter, bokuto scratched his head in confusion.

"hey, (y/n).. is it really that funny?" bokuto's voice was small and whiny, almost like a kid at a candy store. shaking your head, you calmed yourself down.

"i'm sorry! whew, i did not mean to laugh so hard."

you gave him an apologetic look. bokuto's question was somewhat difficult to answer, to say the least. as his partner, you wanted to comfort him and deny all the negativity that surrounded him. but at the same time, you couldn't. some things just had to be said.

"it's true, bokuto. people have been noticing your immaturity on the volleyball court. sometimes, your childish actions impact the way you play, and your teammates are the ones who have to tolerate with it."

you paused, only to notice your boyfriend's downhearted face. you cleared your throat before continuing, "but i'll tell you this with confidence: all of your immature sides evenly balance with your confidence as fukurodani's ace. besides, your teammates already know how you are and they're able to make the most out of it. nobody’s complaining about it. so, i don't think it's bad for you to be childish once in a while."

you gave him a small, closed-lip smile as his back straightened and his ears perked up. honestly, it was too easy to lift up his spirits. almost as if giving candy to a baby. 

“well. everything i said was true, though.” you thought to yourself.

his arms stretched out widely and before long, your small body was captured in his embrace. his energy was back to being at one hundred and twenty percent.

"ahahaha! that’s what i thought! i am amazing, aren't i (y/n)??" bokuto fondly nudged his cheek against yours, “even though i already knew that!”