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[tetzoro]

MSBY BUSINESS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : kuroo goes out with the guys to give them his proposal.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : f!reader, alcohol mention, kuroo is tipsy + silly , fluff ! — WC : 2.6k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : the next installment for the all star project ! just something fun and silly hehe enjoy ! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

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“hey sweetheart.” kuroo slurred into the phone. you could hardly suppress your giggle. he was still out with some of the guys from MSBY, trying to secure them as players for the all stars match.

“hi tetsu.” you smile, folding the last of the laundry away. kuroo had begged you to come with him tonight, but you figured the deal would go better if it was kept just between the guys. besides, you had your own stuff to do and drinking on a thursday night was not on your list.

“you sound so pretty.” he dramatically sighs into the phone, the noise so loud you pull it back from your ear for a second. whenever kuroo drank too much, he’d exaggerate everything, especially with you, behaving like a toddler who needs your undivided attention.

“thank you.” you walk towards the living room, debating if you should start getting ready to pick him up. “are the guys taking care of you?”

kuroo wasted no time in gathering the guys for tonight’s meeting, wanting to jump on the project as soon as possible. only a week or so after the proposal had been approved, he set up a time to talk to them. MSBY would have a big pull for this match, especially because they were centralized right here in tokyo. but getting the bulk of the olympic players was on the table, as well as a few stars who moved out of the country to follow their dreams in volleyball.

“yeah i guess they are.” he mumbled, bokuto shouting something in the background. “but i want you to come take care of me.”

“well-“ you start before you hear bokuto shouting some more at your boyfriend. kuroo yaps back at him, the two bickering as kuroo sets the phone down for a minute.

“fine!” kuroo scoffs. “bokuto says hi.”

“hi bokuto.” you laugh.

“no!” kuroo groans. “don’t pay attention to him, pay attention to me.”

“i am, don’t worry.” you coo softly. on that note, you decide to get him. “why don’t i come get you?”

“you’d pick me up?” he sounds surprised. 

“duh.” you roll your eyes, grabbing your coat and keys.

“guysss.” kuroos voice sounds further away from the phone. “my amazing girlfriend is coming to pick me up so i gotta go.”

“hold on, don’t go running off yet.” you laugh, “i’ll be there in 15.”

“okay, fine.” if you shut your eyes tight enough, you could practically see the pout on his face. “drive safe.”

after exchanging your goodbyes, or as kuroo insists — see you soon, you quickly get into the car and head over to where he said he was going to be for the night.

the drive over was seamless, city lights blurring past you as you made your way to him — your heart. music filled up the car, your favorite playlist spinning through the songs that you hold dearest to you.

pride swelled in your chest the closer you got to the bar. judging by the way kuroo’s voice sounded — and the fact he was drinking a smidge more than usual — tells you that maybe the deal went off without a hitch.

but who were you kidding, of course it did. kuroo was a man that would go after whatever he wanted, not stopping until he achieved it. and bokuto, atsumu and sakusa couldn’t pass up this opportunity even if they wanted to, their pride couldn’t handle it.

excitement fills you as you get to the parking lot, finding a suitable spot before heading inside. you couldn’t wait to hear how the night went, ready to hang on to every word kuroo told you.

as soon as you walk in, you hear a shout of your name. in a blink of an eye, bokuto is running towards you at full speed and your eyes widen as he sweeps you up off of the ground in a bone crushing hug. 

“it’s been so long!” bokuto roared, holding onto you as your arms are stuck by your side, unable to bring them up and properly hug him back.

“oi!” kuroo quickly zips towards you both, his brows furrowed as he makes his way over. “put my girlfriend down!”

“but-“ bokuto looks at you and deflates, reluctantly letting you down. 

“and it hasn’t been that long, you saw her 2 weeks ago.” kuroo slinked around a pouting bokuto and next to you, his face flushed as he presses his lips against your forehead, arm quickly wrapping around you. “hi sweetheart.”

“hi tetsu.” you beam up at him before looking back near bokuto as a flash of bleach blonde hair caught your eye. atsumu bounced over with sakusa shuffling behind. you exchanged greetings, kuroo wearing a proud smile as you did. 

“how are you guys getting home?” you asked, looking concerned at how atsumu was swaying side to side, the effects of alcohol clearing weighing on him. you whisper over to kuroo, “how much did you let him drink?”

“what? we were celebrating!” kuroo cheers, bokuto and atsumu enthusiastically agreeing.

“to answer your question, a lot. but then again miya can never hold his liquor.” sakusa sighs, ignoring atsumu making an offended noise of protest. “unfortunately, i’ll be the one driving them home.”

“good luck.” you offer him a sympathetic smile, your hand squeezing kuroo’s side. “i’ll take this one off your hands, though.”

“appreciate it.” sakusa nods. as much as he oozes annoyance around these two, you know better. the fond look in his eye tells you all you need to know about how he truly feels about his teammates.

“oh wait! i saw your interview with nagi.” atsumu speaks up, interested to hear more. “he didn’t give ya much to work with, did he?”

“he didn’t seem interested in talking about how they’re preparing for the next olympics.” you shrug, feeling kuroo’s gaze on your face. “some of them are more open to it than others but i guess we’ll find out with the rest of the world.”

“i wonder if they’ll do another blue lock project.” kuroo wonders outloud.

“y’know, i thought training camps were already fun enough but blue lock sounded like a paradise, i wish they did it for volleyball.” bokuto looks off into the distance, probably imagining how it would play out in his head.

“imagine if we got to do that before the last olympics? we definitely would’ve beaten oikawa.” atsumu joins in, looking off in the same direction. 

“did you guys actually read the interviews? it sounded like hell. sharing that space with people you hardly know for days on end, not seeing the sun—“ sakusa started. 

“alright, alright, i hear ya.” atsumu’s face morphs into a scowl, crossing his arms and looking like a dejected kitten.

sakusa gave him a smug look before side eyeing bokuto who started bobbing his head along to the music playing overhead at the establishment. “did you idiots forget that we have practice tomorrow?”

bokuto and atsumu freeze, clearly answering his question by the dumbfounded look on their faces.

“see?” atsumu practically screeches at sakusa, who only took a slight step back with the raise of his eyebrow. “i told ya kuroo was a con man! made us drink all this stuff just to get us in on whatever scam he’s trying to pull.”

“what?” bokuto’s eyes widened, turning to face kuroo. 

“hey, you guys were the one to order the sake bombs. plus, you already agreed to doing the match so,” kuroo said, a smirk lining his lips in victory. sakusa shook his head as atsumu kept babbling about how kuroo was going to take all their money next. 

“alright!” you bounce on your heels, taking this as your cue to go. “well, i’ll be taking him home now, goodnight guys.”

bokuto’s confused look melts into a frown, throwing you and kuroo into a hug before whispering to him, “i’d let you steal my money anytime kuroo.���

kuroo laughed loudly, atsumu looking on in horror as sakusa realized he could enjoy this little ploy on the way home, an evil glint in his eye as he looks at atsumu.

“goodnight guys.” you wave as they exchange their goodbyes. with your hand still wrapped around kuroo, you guide him towards the door. it’s a quick walk to the car, but kuroo starts walking towards the drivers seat. “just what do you think you’re doing?”

“opening the door for the most beautiful person in the world.” kuroo says, unlocking it and swinging it wide open with a soft expression. he was such a dope when he was tipsy. 

“thank you tets, but i think i’m the one that needs to help you get in the car, not the other way around.” you giggle, opening up the passenger seat. kuroo sighs in defeat and jogs over to his side. he gives you a kiss on the cheek before he slides into his seat.

“all buckled up and ready to go.” he nods with a little thumbs up. you close the door and make your way to the drivers seat, settling in before turning the car on, casting him a glance — eager eyes already set on you. 

“so, how’d it go?” you smile before putting the car in drive, getting on the road back to your shared apartment.

kuroo excitedly fills you in on everything. how he barely finished his proposal before bokuto was already signing everyone up. sakusa looking mildly interested at the prospect of ushijima showing up — asking if he joins that they play against each other. atsumu casted kuroo sketchy looks until the two drinks he had caught up with him, going on and on about how kuroo needs onigiri miya to work the event too if he really wants it to be a success.

and then the sake bombs came out. you’re not entirely too sure if kuroo is telling the truth when he says bokuto was the one who suggested it but you go along with his story anyway.

once he’s finished with his tale, the ecstatic buzz in the car settles and he’s quiet. you quickly look over to check on him and see him dozed off, head resting against the chilled window — the sign of a successful night you suppose.

after a bit, you stopped at a red light, having time to properly cast your glance over to kuroo, who was still peacefully snoozing. the color kisses his skin, waves of scarlet and maroon flowing over his features. the warm glow suited him, red was always his color.

only a few more turns and you made it back to the apartment, throwing the car in park and swiftly exiting the car to make your way to the other side.

“tetsu.” you whisper, crouching through the passenger door as soon as you open it, face close to kuroo’s as you prod him awake.

“hi baby.” he smiles, eyes still shut but he had the sweetest smile on his face. you couldn’t help but melt a little at the sight.

“come on mr. con man.” you giggle, tugging on his sleeve. “let’s get you to bed.”

“just let me sleep here.” he nestles deeper into the seat.

“you’d make me sleep inside all by my lonesome? wow…” you playfully sigh, feigning a step away. kuroo’s eyes bolt open, hand reaching out for your waist.

“never.” he smiles, getting up and haphazardly throwing his arm around you. “take me to bed, please.”

“well, since you asked so nicely.” you shake your head softly, overly fond of the man you’re half carrying into your apartment. 

“my savior.” he giggles, slightly tripping up the steps.

“you’re ridiculous.” you tease, smiling as you enter your shared space. “now get changed and go to bed.”

“im on it, boss.” he gives a lazy salute before stumbling into the bedroom. you shake your head with a smile, following him in there. 

the house was just as you left it an hour ago, the empty laundry basket still sitting on the bed. as kuroo undresses, you take the basket off, holding it as you watch him.

“don’t be a perv.” he teases, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders before unbuckling his belt and doing the same with his trousers.

“why not? you do it all the time.” you smirk back, holding the basket just a little higher. he gets the message, bundling his clothes from the day into a ball and tossing it toward the hamper.

it lands in perfectly.

“score!” he cheers, throwing his fist victoriously up in the air, pride shining over his features. “i still got it.”

“easy tiger.” you roll your eyes, as you put the basket down. “lets get you to bed, okay?”

“okay.” kuroo moves so he's behind you, arms wrapping around you tightly, ready to wobble over to your bed like a penguin. 

“i still need to change, tetsu.” you try to move but his hold on you is surprisingly strong for his current state.

“let me help then.” he purrs in your ear, pressing his lips against your ear. a shiver runs down your spine as his fingers run along the hem of your shirt, sliding under it and smoothing his hand along your skin. 

“nuh uh, you need to sleep tonight if you’re gonna get up for work in the morning.” reluctantly, you grab his hand and pull it away from you, freeing yourself from his clutches.

“but—“ kuroo starts, looking absolutely pitiful. “i just wanted to help you get ready for bed. no funny stuff, promise.”

“yeah?” you raise a brow as he vigorously nods his head. “somehow i don’t believe that.”

“rude.” he pouts and looks away, nose high up in the air as if you’d ever question his integrity. you just roll your eyes.

“come on, you need to brush your teeth.” you take his hand and pull him with you, flipping on the blinding light.

“you’re so bossy sometimes.” he stands behind you in the mirror, looking at you through the glass with a smirk. his arms wrap around your waist, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. “i like it.”

you just laugh, your palm reaching up to gently pat his cheek. the two of you quickly do your nighttime routine, full of kuroo stealing glances in the mirror and trying to wink at you with a mouth full of toothpaste. 

“i’m going to go change but lie down, okay?” you say after you both finish and walk back into the bedroom. kuroo turns around and quickly pulls you in for a minty fresh kiss, letting himself melt into it for a moment before he pulls away.

“okay.” kuroo smirks and lays down on the bed, propped up on his elbows as he watches you get changed. “hurry up so i can hold you.” 

“now look who the bossy one is.” you roll your eyes, changing out of your clothes and into one of kuroo’s old shirts before slipping into bed with him.

in the blink of an eye, kuroo scoops you in his arms, tangling his limbs with yours and burying his face in your neck. 

“i love you.” the sound is muffled but you hear him loud and clear, heart swelling at his proclamation. 

“i love you.” you whisper back, kuroo’s soft snores already filling the room as he dozed off once again, more than content to be in your loving arms after the next step of his plan had gone off without a hitch.

your fingers weave themselves into his hair, lightly brushing out the strands as you feel sleep trying to claim you as well. but there’s a nervous pit in your stomach that evades you from giving into your slumber, something that’s telling you things are going to be changing soon. now that the ball is officially rolling, you hope it doesn’t topple over everything you and kuroo have built together over the last two years.

thank you sm for reading ᰔ — next part

[tetzoro]

HERE’S TO YOU — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : kuroo lands the all star project and the two of you go out celebrating. but the excitement buzzing in the air is almost too much for kuroo, especially when you look that good.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. minor alcohol consumption (they have sips of champagne), use of pet names (sweetheart, baby) semi-public sex, unprotected sex, praise, creampie, — WC : 3k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : the first installment of the all star project is finally here ! i hope you enjoy ᰔ dividers by @/cafekitsune

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“congratulations tetsu.” you smile, holding your flute of champagne high up into the air. kuroo playfully clinks it against yours, the sound ricocheting within your small booth and solidifying the fact that he had gotten what he had worked so hard for — the all stars project.

many months ago, kuroo had a vision. one where he could take one of the things he loves most and share it with the world. the dream to lower the net, to show everyone how amazing volleyball is and hope they fall in love with it just like he did. and all of it was just on the outskirts of the horizon, rising with the steady sun as he gets ready to make his mark on the world.

earlier this week, he had submitted the proposal and given his presentation to the higher ups as well as the board. and of course, it had gone off without a hitch. the proposal was unsurprisingly approved today.

“thank you sweetheart.” he takes a quick sip of his drink, as do you. “i couldn’t have done it without your support. especially on those late nights when i was editing the proposal.” 

you let out a light chuckle at that, heat rising to your cheeks as you remember the night very clearly. it involved a lot of give and take – ensuring that kuroo was staying on track but also taking some well-deserved, arguably too long breaks.

you gently set down the glass and reach over the table to touch his hand, trying to pour all of your love in the simple motion. his hand easily flips over and finds yours, securely holding it in place. a tender warmth blossoms in your chest at the small gesture. basking in his love was the embodiment of personified sunshine, casting a warm glow that seeps into your bones, like finding the perfect ray to lay in as his skin brushes against yours. the world comes into focus, soft and fuzzy around the edges as you gaze at him, pride filling you to the brim.

“i’ll always be here to support you.” you assure, giving his hand an extra squeeze. barely a second goes by before he gently squeezes right back. “but seriously, i’m so proud of you. i know this is only the start but i’m so excited to watch you go on this journey. you deserve this.”

kuroo’s eyes search yours for a moment as he tries to find the right words. the sudden praise filled his head and encouraged him to dive in a little deeper. 

“you know, in high school i tried so hard to make the battle of the garbage dump happen. it was always my coach's dream to see it happen and somewhere along the way, i adapted it into my own. even though we lost, i was so relieved that we were able to play it at all. and i know it meant the world to him. so i’d like to think that the game was just practice for this. like i’m meant to do this. i know i can and i know it’s going to take a lot of work too. but i think i’m ready.” kuroo says, finishing with a quick sip of his drink. 

the whole world stands still whenever kuroo talks about volleyball. his love and passion for it commands the attention of everyone nearby, drawn to the spark that ignites in his eyes. if anyone could pull off this project, it was him. your heartstrings tug as you watch him excitedly ramble on about it all, the essence of a young boy's dream turning into a man’s reality taking shape before your very eyes.

when you first met kuroo two years ago at the olympics, you saw it then – the fire in his heart when it came to volleyball. striking up a conversation with anyone near the court to ask for their opinions about the match, listening thoroughly to what they had to say.

which is how he met you. little did he know you were a sports journalist looking for your next story. the way he knew these players in and out made him a plethora of knowledge and later, one of your closest informants. 

the connections he held and still holds never ceases to amaze you. that’s why you knew he was the perfect man for the job.

“that’s incredible tetsu.” you smile at him, tilting your head to the side. “i really think you were meant for this too. you have a knack for bringing people together. even if you can be an ass about it sometimes.” you pause before adding that last bit under your breath, but still loud enough for kuroo to pick up on it.

“oi! i was being serious.” he pouts, furrowing his brow at you. you catch the glint in his eye and continue to push, knowing he always got a kick whenever you teased each other.

“so was i.” you smile, swirling your drink around. you carry on before he has another chance to retort. “but seriously, i am really proud of you.”

you watch in delight as his cheeks tinge pink and look away. you remember when he first started drafting the proposal, the hours he poured into it. it may have only been the beginning of the journey, but you could clearly see how driven he was to do this.

“ooh is that a blush i see?” you tease, trying to see how red you could make him. it was always a rare sight to see him flustered.

“no-“

“it is! you’re totally blushing right now kuroo tetsuro.”

his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek as he lets out a small chuckle in response, a smirk lining his features. kuroo slowly shakes his head before his eyes snap back to yours. his cheeks are still dusted red – maybe even more so now – but his resolve was always strong. 

“fine, you caught me. what can i say? you just have that effect on me.” he gives in.

“good. somebody needs to humble you.” you cast him a smug look while he rolls his eyes, letting you win this time. but you knew better. you stare at each other for a moment, before you both erupt into giggles. emotion took over you and mixed with the champagne you were drinking, it felt like you and kuroo were on top of the world together. 

the laughter slowly fades out but the eye contact remains, holding each other's gaze like you’ve done so many times before. his shining eyes reflect yours, filled with all the absolute adoration he holds for you. all you can do is look back at him with the same expression. a look filled with so much love, so much passion. one that conveys the many words you wish you could say, words that he’s heard a thousand times but not even that could tire you out from saying them again and again. so instead, you settle on saying something else.

“quit staring.” you giggle, taking another sip of the champagne. kuroo only chuckles, his eyes slowly trail over you as he takes in your appearance for the hundredth time tonight. but this time, it was clear — he wasn’t planning on just admiring you this time around. he was drinking every ounce of you in. 

who needs to be drunk on champagne when he has someone as delectable as you to indulge in?

“alright.“ he smirks, smoothly getting up and sliding down into the booth to be right next to you, slinking his arm around your waist before his hand rests on your hip. you feel his lips lightly press against your earlobe, the deep rumble of your name flows through you, his voice only lulling you closer to him. “this better for you then?”

“tetsu-” you breathe out, slightly squirming in his hold. 

“that is my name.” kuroo merely teases you as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, hoping to elicit more out of you. a shiver runs down your spine, heat bubbling up and pooling deep within you. your thighs reflect that as you not so discreetly start rubbing them together. “is there something you want?”

“no.” you’re quick to answer – too quick. and he picks up on it, chuckling against your skin, his breath fanning across your neck as he continues his descent. you almost jump out of his hold as he presses open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, but his hand is still securely gripping your hip. your eyes dart around, silently thanking kuroo for insisting on getting the most private booth, but still – “we’re out in public.”

“and has that ever stopped us before?” he chuckles lightly, the sound swarming your head. his hand rests on your thigh, the rings that adjourn his fingers felt cold against you, but his hand was so, so warm. all it took was a couple words, a few touches, and he’d always be able to have you right where he wanted you. but you both knew it worked both ways. “besides, i can’t help myself. you look too good.”

“shouldn’t we at least wait for dinner to arrive first?” you ask, watching his hand trail up to the hem of your dress. it was all too easy for him to slip his finger under, gently teasing along your inner thigh but not going any farther just yet.

“why have dinner when we could skip right to dessert?” he smirks, leaning in to lightly bite down on your earlobe.

“you’re so-” before you could call him out on his cheesy line, his finger glides all the way up to where you needed him most, teasingly rubbing against the all too thin underwear you had on.

“sorry, didn’t catch that, what were you saying?” he purrs in your ear, toying with your underwear but not quite giving you what you want. your hand flies to his wrist, delicately wrapping your fingers around him. 

there was a brief pause, his eyes flickering to yours as he waits to see if you want him to stop. but instead, your eyes only gaze into his — counting all the tiny specs of gold that coats his dark irises like the setting sun. with a small nod of your head, the game changes.

“well?” you whisper, watching the smirk on his face grow.

“bathroom?” kuroo asks, slowly sliding his hand from you. your thighs rub together again, already missing his touch.

“bathroom.” you lean in, kissing the corner of his smirk — one of his weak points. kuroo’s eyes widen a fraction before he nods, excitement buzzing throughout the air. “meet me there?”

“go on then.” he smirks as you slide out of the booth, adjusting your dress. you send him a playful wink before quickly scurrying to the bathroom. you quickly go in, finding yourself standing in front of the mirror. you take out your lipstick and touch it up while you wait, smacking your lips together to seal in the color. the door abruptly opens as kuroo races in, locking it behind him.

the two of you stare at each other for a moment. similar to the look you shared at the dinner table, but this one was more charged – passion igniting you both. without any word, he pounces on you, backing you up against the wall and hitching your leg up around his waist. his other hand delicately pulls you in closer to him by your neck, his lips furiously attacking yours. you hardly had a chance to breathe, let alone think.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” kuroo whispers against your lips, the sound slightly muffled. the hand that’s loosely holding your neck slides up, grasping onto your chin. his hold pries your mouth open a little more and he’s able to deepen the kiss to his liking. 

the kiss lit up every nerve in your body. the amount of passion he could pour into it dizzied your mind. all the drive and determination he held for his job seeped into the kiss, charging it up even more than usual. he pulls apart, panting against your lips. “been wanting to do this since the moment i saw you in this dress.”

“well you certainly didn’t waste anytime-” your arms wrap around his broad back, grabbing at his tailored made suit. even though he was pressed up against you, he wasn’t close enough. the hand that was keeping your leg in place by his hip slides up, softly smacking against your backside.

“up.” and you don’t waste a beat, jumping up so your legs are loosely wrapped around him, both of his hands cradling you up, sliding under your dress, letting the fabric bunch at your waist. kuroo presses himself against you, his voice dropping an octave. “been needing you all day, you gonna take it for me?”

you nod as your hands fly to his zipper and you can feel him pushing, no – pulsing – against his slacks, further proving how true his statement was.  the zipper slides down with ease and you reach under his clothes, pulling out his aching cock, the tip glistening with need. he hisses at the heavenly contact.

“shit.” he whispers as you spread around the precum he had leaking from his weepy tip, stuttering into your hand. “you’re so good to me.”

“so proud of you tetsu.” your purr in his ear, repeating your words from earlier. you feel his cock twitch in your hand at the praise and you can’t help but smile. his fingers snake around to push your panties to the side as you line him up to your entrance, more than eager to sink into you. “let me show you how proud.”

kuroo lets out a sound of approval as he slowly slides into you, your cunt sucking him in greedily. within a short breath, he buries the rest of himself into you. 

kuroo’s heavy breath fans along your collarbones, lips eagerly attaching themselves to the skin there as he gives you a moment of reprieve. all you can focus on is the way he swirls his tongue against the small bite he left behind.

as much as you loved it, your body demanded more, moving on its own accord as you squirm in his hold.

“yeah? you ready for me?” he whispers with a shaky breath, obviously not immune to how good you feel. you nod your head, chasing the friction you desperately sought before he starts to finally move his hips. once they start, they don’t stop – a steady pace that has you throwing your head back into the wall. leave it to him to always figure out exactly what you need and driving it all the way home. each of his thrusts only show you how much you desire him, between the squelching noise of your sopping cunt and the way you kept sucking him back in.

“tetsu-“ you gasp out, nails digging further into the shirt that was sure to wrinkle. “faster!”

and he delivers, hips snapping into action before the plea can finish rolling off your tongue, shoving you further into the wall. his fingers dig into the plushness of your thighs, holding you steady as he thrusts into you, grunting in your ear.

“you’re taking me so well, so eager for me, yeah?” he babbles, lost in the pleasure that you endlessly bring him. it was always so easy to get lost in each other, to feel like you were the only two people left in the world. your love for each other was all consuming.

your head was so wrapped up in him that you didn’t care about where you were. it didn’t matter that you were in some bathroom at some restaurant – what mattered was that you were in his arms, feeling him everywhere. being connected the way you always longed for no matter how many times you got it.

and kuroo didn’t disappoint. he had always been a passionate lover but he was fired up tonight – driven by the success he’s gained from his proposal being passed, vigorously using it to thrust into you deeper, his cock nudging your core perfectly, your eyes falling to the back of your head as you cling onto him. 

and his mouth didn’t stop, filthy words flowing between his provocative lips, driving you further over the edge as your cunt squeezes around him tightly.

“gonna cum for me?” he whispers in your ear, his hands digging further into your hips as he tries to stave off his release for just a little longer. he wants to reduce you into an absolute mess, having you crying out on his cock, begging for more and more but he figures he should wait until he gets you home first to really ruin you.

“y-yes!” you go to cry out but he’s faster, the palm of his hand muffling your enthusiasm. the action makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, squeezing around him so tightly that his pace stutters. his fingers dance along your clit, throwing you into your release as you cum all around his cock.

“shit—“ he voice cracks as his words turn into a sweet moan, your release influencing his. he quickly bites your shoulder, trying to muffle the sound he lets out. his hips jerk as he presses them flush against you, panting in your ear as you milk his cock for all he’s worth. quickies with him were always so rewarding, especially out in public because it always made him cum that much more. 

he eases you down from where you were pinned against the wall, peppering your face with kisses as he helps adjust your clothing. 

“that was incredible.” he kisses your forehead, zipping up his pants and tightening his belt. “i hope you’re ready for more once we get home. didn’t get a chance to savor you the way i wanted.”

“yeah? then we better hurry up and eat our dinner.” you smirk.

“how about we take it to go?” he chuckles, his lips pressed against the top of your head. his laugh echoes throughout your body and it’s entirely impossible to say no to him when he’s so excited like this. 

“you box up the food and i'll start the car.” you smile, walking out of the bathroom. “don’t make me wait too long.”

“wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ — next part.

[tetzoro]

LATE NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : the late nights start pouring in and emotions have been running high.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : slight angst & fluffy domestic moments — WC : 1.9k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : sorry this took so long. was feeling a little unsure of this one but it’s about to kick off so stay tuned ! enjoy. dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

ᯓ★ masterlist.

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

the first late night was the hardest. traitorous thoughts loomed in your head as you paced around the house, tidying things up in hopes of clearing your messy mind. but an hour and a half later, your apologetic yet exhausted boyfriend came through the doors and after a conversation about communication — all was well.

on the second night, something settled into your gut that didn’t want to leave, taking root as new questions flooded your mind. was this going to be the new normal? how late will he be staying out? is he taking care of himself? a simple reassurance from kuroo soothed your wandering mind but still, the uneasiness remained.

by the third, things had started to become routine — for better or for worse. kuroo would come home well after his normal hours and slump into his chair to graciously accept the dinner you boxed up in the fridge. there wasn’t much more to it and regretfully, the food wasn’t the only thing that was growing cold.

for awhile, kuroo’s late nights gave you an excuse to stay later at your own job, ensuring deadlines were done beforehand, scheduling interviews after hours when it’s a little more convenient for the other players. anything to keep your mind busy and away from sitting at home, waiting for your boyfriend to return to you.

for about two weeks, things were working seamlessly. normally, you’d make it home before kuroo as your job wasn’t as demanding at the moment. but today, you miscalculated and lost track of time.

“where were you?” kuroo asks almost as soon as you walk through the door.

“hello to you too.” you tease, taking your shoes off and unbuttoning your coat. you look up at kuroo and see his face was serious. guilt immediately flooded your system. “i’m sorry, the interview ran a little late.”

“a little?” kuroo gapes, looking at the time. you almost wince, showing it being a little over an hour and a half past your usual time when you’d get home.

“tetsu, i said i was sorry.” you walk in and hang your bag, kuroo hot on your trail. “you come home late all the time, what’s the difference?”

“seriously? you always get mad at me when i’m late. i can’t be upset when you do the same?” kuroo’s eyes widen. you whirl around, expression matching his.

“it was one time, tetsu.” you sigh, the days frustration weighing on your shoulder so heavily you don’t even mean for the next words to slip out. “it’s not like i make a habit of it.”

“oh, like me?” kuroo’s eyes narrow slightly.

“i never said that. don’t put words in my mouth kuroo.” the use of his surname stops him in his tracks and disarms him completely, remorse filling his amber eyes.

“i’m sorry.” he look almost panicked. “i didn’t mean that —“

“i know you didn’t.” your shoulders slump as you reach out to touch his arm.

“i don’t know how you do it.” kuroo sighs, feeling a little embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck, averting your gaze for a moment. “i’m late all the time and you greet me at the door yet you’re late once and im berating you.”

“tetsu, i’d hardly call that berating.” you giggle, wrapping your arms around him. “you have a right to be upset.”

“but i don’t have the right to be a dick to you.” his chin rests on your head, not having the strength to look at you yet.

“well, i wasn’t going to say it.” you tease him, trying to ease the tension. he makes a small noise of protest. “kidding. we’ll work it out, okay? just like we always do.”

“okay.” kuroo nods as you pull back to look at him. he can’t help but smile when he sees your face, his heart squeezing at how much he missed you. “who were you interviewing anyway?”

“isagi.” you say and watch as kuroos jaw tightens. “what?”

“i don’t like him.” kuroo mutters.

“what?” you try not to laugh. “what’d he ever do to you?”

“nothing.” he almost pouts, pulling you closer to him. “but the guy kept me from seeing my girlfriend so i’m not his biggest fan right now.”

“you’re ridiculous.” you can’t hold it back anymore as you laugh, your hold tightening on him.

“am not!” he huffs, not letting you go either.

“are too.” you tease, resting your chin on his chest as you look up at him. “now give me a kiss.”

“demanding little thing, arent you?” kuroo smirks, indulging you as his lips press against yours. time fades away as you melt into each other, enjoying the simple kiss far more than anticipated.

the two of you hadn’t had a kiss like this in awhile. sharing a moment of your love for one another was put on the back burner as work takes precedence these days.

his tongue trails along your bottom lip, sighing a breath of relief into your lungs as you part your lips for him. kuroo’s palm runs down to the small of your back, pushing you in closer so you’re flush against him as his mouth starts to devour yours.

the kiss grew hungrier, his fingers tightening into your flesh as his tongue swirls with yours. kuroo’s hand slips under your shirt, your slightly chilled skin meeting his warm, eager fingers. his palm slowly slides up your bare sides, inching closer —

until his work phone suddenly starts ringing. the magic of spell you were both under shatters as he reluctantly pulls apart, casting your lips one final apologetic glance before moving to get his work call.

you sigh in understanding, heading into the kitchen as you start to settle in back home. your normal routine has effectively gone up in smoke and the only thing work can do is fan the flames.

the last few nights kuroo had brought take out home since he was getting out so late. the poor kitchen had been neglected besides the ever so resilient coffee maker and the easily accessible lunches you put in the fridge for you and kuroo.

“sorry about that.” kuroo says, the apology falling easily from his tongue as he had been saying it more and more these days. he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss against your head. “do you want to get take out or make something for dinner?”

the prospect of getting take out would certainly be ideal. the two of you can cuddle on the couch, lounge around until it’s time to get your food. but mindlessly watching tv didn’t appeal to you like it normally would. you missed him and wanted to actually chat.

“why don’t we cook together?” you turn around, kuroo effectively caging you in against the counter. you let out a soft gasp at the way he was looking at you, a need etched into his dark amber eyes that had been vacant for awhile.

“oh yeah?” he smirks, leaning down ever so slightly, his cologne infiltrating your senses. it was enough to make your mind dizzy. “miss my cooking that much?”

“it’s been so long i highly doubt you even remember how to.” you fire back, trying not to fold under his tactics.

“huh?” he reels back ever so slightly, dramatically holding his hand to his heart. “you wound me. i guess i just have to remind you of what a wonderful chef i am.”

“i’ll believe it when i see it.” you tease, reaching up to kiss his jaw and slipping from his grasp.

“and what are we making?” kuroo asks, whirling around as you waltz toward the fridge, opening the door wide open to see what lay inside.

“we’re going to have to make do with some stuff because we haven’t been grocery shopping in awhile.” you sigh, scanning over a few things that you might be able to whip up.

“guess we’ll have to make a list. put it on the fridge and i can pick them up after work tomorrow.” kuroo moves behind you, wincing at the lack of food. luckily, he saw what he needed and pulled it out. “in the meantime, we can cook this.”

kuroo pulled out the ingredients for one of your basic, but delicious pasta dishes. one that had become a staple in your home and relationship as it was the first meal the two of you made together. back then, he wanted to impress you and try making the pasta from scratch, leaving you both hungry as dinner took much longer than anticipated.

you and kuroo hadn’t cooked a meal together in quite some time — even before he landed the project. but it seemed like no time had passed at how easily you could maneuver around each other in the kitchen, divining up the work and getting it done in no time.

“here, try this.” kuroo said, holding up the spoon, his other hand cupped under it just in case some of the sauce dropped onto you. obediently, you open your mouth, letting him spoon feed you from where you sat on the counter next to the stove.

“mmm.” you lick your lips, a habit that doesn’t go unnoticed by kuroo, his hungry gaze set on the motion. “it’s really good, what did you add?”

“oh, every chef has his secrets.” he says, turning his attention back to the pot. you shake your head, hopping down and leaning up next to him.

“hey, do you remember when we first —“ you start, your voice drowned out by the work phone that sat on the counter on the other side of the stove. kuroo’s attention whips towards it before it falls back onto you.

“i’m sorry.” he takes it, pressing a chaste kiss along your forehead. “i’m waiting for an important call.”

you dismissively wave your hand to mask the sinking feeling in your gut. lately it felt like every moment has been stolen from that stupid phone of his. you take the spoon from him as he darts out into the living space, while you mix the pot.

the bubbles rise up and you do what you can to neutralize them, stirring the mixture around in a daze. your mind wanders back to kuroo, wondering if there was a way you could shut off his phone and keep him to yourself — just for a little bit. hopefully after the phone call, that was it for awhile.

the boiling simmers down, surrendering to your constant interference. as much as you wanted to be the sole receiver of his attention, you knew this was too big of a deal to make it about you. kuroo hadn’t been this passionate about a project in forever, maybe even as long as you’ve known him.

it made you proud. the man you loved going after his dreams with an aura of invincibility made your heart surge with affection. you’d do what you can to support him and if it meant a couple late nights here and there throughout the weeks, you could handle that. as long as he was by your side at the end of the day, there wouldn’t be a worry in your mind.

after a few moments of business jargon you could never care to follow, he comes back to you, wrapping his arms snuggly around your waist. there was an air of excitement around him that pulls at the corner of your lips.

“what is it?” you turn, still in his hold. your body naturally melts into his, returning his smile as his excitement was infectious. “was that the call?”

for a beat, the question hung in the air unanswered. one long moment that felt like everything was going in slow motion as something tainted lurked behind the seemingly good news he was about to deliver. a gut feeling that warned you the call would have consequences.

“yep.” he beams. “i’m going to argentina.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ — next part

[tetzoro]

THE ALL STAR PROJECT — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : a slice of life series that follows you and kuroo’s relationship as he navigates through the stress and planning of the all stars project.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : angst, fluff, smut. all pieces will circulate around the stress & growth that kuroo undergoes during this time and your role throughout it all. can be read as standalone or a series.

꒰ MASTERLIST ꒱

⟢ here’s to you — ꒰ nsfw ꒱ kuroo lands the all star project and the two of you go out celebrating. but the excitement buzzing in the air is almost too much for kuroo, especially when you look that good. — WC : 3k

⟢ MSBY business — ꒰ sfw ꒱ kuroo goes out with the guys to give them his proposal. — WC : 2.6k

⟢ late nights — ꒰ sfw ꒱ the late nights start pouring in and things have been getting more intense lately. — WC : 1.9k

⟢ needy — ꒰ nsfw ꒱ the late nights have taken over and kuroos feel a bit pent up. won’t you help him out?

⟢ all my loving — ꒰ sfw ꒱ kuroo leaves to go on his business trip to get a few key players for the match.

⟢ home — ꒰ nsfw ꒱ finally home after his trip, the two of you don’t waste a moment before making up for lost time.

⟢ rushed kisses — ꒰ sfw ꒱ the mornings seem to be the only times you get to see kuroo and even that feels fleeting.

⟢ love me tender — ꒰ sfw , angst ꒱ it all comes to a point.

⟢ unfinished business — ꒰ nsfw ꒱ kuroos agreed to do some of his overtime at his home office, but you have needs that only he can take care of. surely he can take a break …

⟢ introspection — ꒰ sfw ꒱ kuroo can’t sleep and instead stays up, reflecting on your relationship.

⟢ rest and recovery — ꒰ sfw ꒱ as the end of the project nears, kuroo can start to feel how much of toll this has taken on him.

⟢ the visit — ꒰ sfw ꒱ sometimes all you need is to surround yourself with your loved ones to feel whole again.

⟢ welcome to brazil — ꒰ nsfw ꒱ last thing on the list is to get hinata shoyo from brazil, and kuroo insists you join him.

⟢ the match — ꒰ sfw ꒱ the day is here and everyone is very excited. but kuroo has a few tricks up his sleeve that he plans on showing you. are you ready?