#⁺. ʚ tetsu ɞ ⋆˙

[kuroosdarling]

kuroo can never go in for a quick peck on the cheek with you. he’s tried, he really has. but every time his lips touch your skin he can’t help but crave more.

so to satiate that urge, he kisses your other cheek. but that’s not enough either. so he opts for your forehead, your nose, hell, even your eyelids if you’ll let him. and then ultimately, he melts his lips against yours with a content, enamored sigh knowing that no matter how many times he pecks your cheek, it’ll always end up like this.

[kuroosdarling]

@sookisaurus @mrs-kurooo

kuroo

[clyches]

the girls you loved before ୨♡୧ iii. he’s lowkey..

masterlist — ୨♡୧ — previous — ୨♡୧ — act 1, iv.

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ sorta fun facts !

KOURAI barely uses any social media, but whenever it’s about y/n, he’s updated.

Y/N was tetsurō’s 13,900th follower.

DUE to the followback, y/n’s follow count (and some of her friends’) drastically grew. + kuroo had good media presence suddenly, hence why he became more popular.

YES, y/n has a cat. if you look back at their profiles, you will see who has pets. they will be introduced later in the story.

K. TETSU’S music is like chase atlantic’s, arctic monkeys’, and the weeknd’s mashed up altogether.

KENMA found tetsurō’s stage name lame.

the girls you loved before — a kenma social media au !

sypnosis. you, being the president of the hopeless romantic club (and possibly the only member) of tokyo university, you are an absolute dork for love & adore seeing it in the air. on the other end of the spectrum, kenma has completely given up in love, due to all his failed attempts, and just can’t believe that true love could even exist. when two absolute opposite dispositions suddenly collide, the universe just can't help to make a bittersweet mess!

notes. i made this chapter extra long as an apology for taking too long to update (and most probably slower updates in the future). plus the spotify edit has me like a proud mama !

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[kuroosdarling]

kuroo had a day. it started when you didn’t kiss him off to work like usual, then he spilled coffee on his trousers during a meeting, and then now, finally leaving the office well after his normal hours.

all he wanted to do was find you and hold you close to forget the horrors. but when he got home, he had never felt more betrayed in his life. his loving wife, his life partner, the love of his life, had left him for the comfort of his best friend.

pain struck his body as he walked into the room, ready to let you know how upset he was, how hurt you made him feel. but you barely looked bothered.

there you were, in your shared bedroom, curled up on the bed and cuddling a kodzuken cat plushie.

[tteokdoroki]

WHAT YOU DESERVE. | T.KUROO.

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: after a stressful day at work, your boyfriend kuroo gives you some special treatment, that you well and truly deserve.

ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: tetsurou kuroo x fem!reader.

ʚ♡ɞ WC: 2.8K.

ʚ♡ɞ RATED: mature, 18+, mdni.

ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: post-time skip!au, smut.

ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read !  smut, ( characters aged to twenties ), soft dom!kuroo, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, oral sex and fingering ( female recieving ), uprotected sex, bath sex, choking, squirting, marking, reader has a shitty job.

ʚ♡ɞ A/N: hi all!! i hope you’re having a nice weekend, here’s another commission— this time from my beloved @doinmybesthere !! first time writing kuroo so i hope you enjoy mwah :(( <3

ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi

this is what you deserve.

the head of the man you love between your precious thighs, soaked with viscous arousal — as if it were honey, judging from the way he eats you out— like a man starved of a meal for too many moons. kuroo’s tongue works your sticky and swollen folds, collecting what drips from your hole in his mouth before it escapes him, repeating the process over and over as if tasting your sweetness is what gives him energy.

you deserve to be worshiped like this, kisses pressed against your throbbing clit until your thighs tremble with the bite marks on them, the ones that write words of love and praise against your skin. kuroo is more than happy to oblige— eagerly swirling his tongue around your fluttering hole, plunging it inside you after he’s felt you’ve whined enough, pressing it hard against your gummy walls.

to be treated like something your lover can’t get enough of, valued like you’re priceless, is what you deserve— not to be talked over in board meetings at work when you’re clearly the only one who knows what’s going on, not to be patronised for being the only woman in the room ( and the only one with a brain )— you’re too smart, too talented and good at what you do to be treated like such crap.

but your boyfriend, your tetsurou, understands.

he understands that you’re overworked and underpaid, earning too little for the effort you put into keeping the company you work for afloat— countless hours you could have spent resting in his arms after coming back from the office are used up by managing excel sheets that could have been done by interns...instead dumped on your overqualified self.

kuroo knows that you deserve better too, that’s why he treats you like a goddess and kisses the ground you walk on, welcoming you with open arms after you’ve walked home in the rain despite the possibilities of catching a cold, running you a bath with your favourite scents— vanilla and manuka honey because it makes you feel warm and soothes your racing heart. tonight, he’d even stripped you down to nothing before letting you slip into the hot water, kissing every inch of your skin— mapping out scars and beauty marks, with adoration hotter on his lips.

tonight he’d sunk to his knees in front of the woman he loves, golden irises like a million burning suns, focused on you as open mouthed smooches— both wet and warm had led him to your needy cunt.

all in the name of helping you feel better, treating you how you should be.

“t-tetsu,” you sigh, high pitched and breathless, into the steamy air of your bathroom— the sound echoing off the walls and intertwining with the lewd sounds of kuroo slurping at your dripping sex. you lean against the bathtub, gripping its rim for support. “tetsu! my love, the bath...i-it’ll run cold if we don’t—“

you don’t have it in you to finish your words as kuroo thrusts is tongue in and out of your puckered hole, curling it every time it breaches your walls, accompanied by the bump of his nose against your puffy nub— he sniffs, inhaling the scent of your sex as if you’re a rose pulled from eve’s garden and the very sound makes your body shudder and heat flare up across it. “you’re always so concerned about everything that isn’t you, aren’t you sweet girl?” the dark haired man pulls his ravaging mouth off of you and clicks his tongue with mock disappointment, though his eyes locked with yours speak volumes of infatuation and greed hung up on the way you taste. “i already told you, tonight is about you. there’s no rush and the bath water isn’t goin’ anywhere,”

he’s right, tetsurou is right and you know that he is. the truth is, you feel shy, with doe eyes and parted lips— shaky thighs and a slick sex, you feel shy that he’s able to make you feel better in such dirty ways. that days of bad work can be erased by simply sitting on the face of the man you love.

“but tetsu— the bath,” you whine, shiny lipped and teary eyed as he replaces the loss of his mouth with two fingers at once— immediately curling them to find the sweet spot inside of you that makes your juices roll in waves and coat his digits with ease.

kuroo sighs and the pad of his thumb is pressed flush against your hardened pleasure button— the added pressure causing galaxies to form along your vision, glued to your bathroom ceiling. “so much mouth for me, sweet girl,” he hums, smile on his lips and a stare like hot liquid gold that would make you melt if you touched it. “but none for those nasty men at work, huh? ‘m just tryna make you feel good, show you what you really deserve but it seems you don’t want that,” although his words are just a little bit cruel, they’re spoken with such softness that it makes your gooey pussy spasm and your entire body tremble.

but despite that, kuroo keeps his fingers going, their tips brushing against your velvet lined walls and scissoring to make you scream into the high heavens and yellow artificial light— your tummy burns with lust and teters on the edge of release, all you need is one little push which your boyfriend refuses to give. he doesn’t speed up, only fucks your cunt with enough pace to string along your high and you know exactly why.

“c-can’t ride your face, it’ll take too long ‘n the bath will go cold, ‘n you’re being mean,” you circle your hips and clamp down, trying to coax tetsurou into a faster pace so that you can finally cum.

and it’s as if the angels above have heard your prayers, seeing you tormented by the world was enough for them to stop the torture your boyfriend was putting you through— his fingers pull out of your fluttering heat, coated in a shine before he uses them to knead your plush thighs and push them further apart. “you’re right baby, daddy knows, that was a little too mean, eh?” kuroo coos up to you, blowing warm air on your quivering cunt, watching with keen eyes as a fat droplet of your arousal runs down your slit. he catches it with his tongue before it can go to waste— taking in your hot face and teary eyes with love. “y’just so cute when you ride my tongue, sweet girl, so why don’t we work together here? jus’ move your hips a little, make yourself cum for me, as much as you want,”

work together.

the phrase makes you tingle from top to toe, letting kuroo’s large hands extend to your ass— skin licked with sweat— so he can pull your pussy onto his awaiting, eager mouth. you don’t know what’s hotter, the steam in your bathroom or your body on fire with desire as his tongue slides between your swollen, sticky folds once more. “god, you’re so wet f’me, taste so good— you’re so good sweet girl, better than anyone deserves,” kuroo mumbles, praise muffled by your hips that rut gingerly into his face— the words vibrate against your core and cause you to cry out, one hand releasing its grip on the bathtub to tug on the midnight locks of your boyfriend’s hair.

being praised, told that you’re good makes dopamine fire across your brain—you know that you are, but hearing your boyfriend say it makes your heart beat harder in your chest and down in your pussy too. for a while, kuroo stills, letting you lift your hips and use his tongue at your will, running it up and down your leaking cunt before his fingers return to draw star shaped patterns against your needy clit.

“wanna—!” you cry out, the stimulation from your boyfriend’s slippery tongue sending hormones running through your veins and arousal to seep from your pores. you lean back to grind your hips faster and harder into his mouth— smooshing your puffy pleasure bud against his nose— leaning almost far enough to fall into the tub behind you— but kuroo has a bruising grip on your thighs that keeps you in place. “wanna cum, please daddy! please tetsu!”

tetsurou pulls away...only just, swallowing deep— his face shining with evidence of how turned on you are. “as much as you want, darlin’, tonight’s about you,” he practically moans into your ravaged mound, returning to carnally devour the rest of you.

and then the earth is shattering beneath you, the scorched delight that had been building firmly in your lower belly suddenly feels like it’s snapped and crashes over you in intense waves. you cum hard, kuroo’s name a sinful spell on your bitten and raw lips, your cunt sopping and dribbling its candied nectar before you can even realise what’s going on— you lose consciousness to the cosmos, your release painting kuroo’s cheeks as you gush and gush until your body simply can’t anymore.

your boyfriend slows the movement of his tongue, careful with your sensitive lower lips whilst he cleans you up and doesn’t waste a drop of your cum— bringing you back down from cloud nine and into your foggy bathroom again. “here with me again, sweetheart?” tetsuro asks, massaging the small of your back, kissing your inner thighs once your breath returns to you.

“mhm, here daddy,” you confirm, looking down with hazy eyes— swallowing the sight of your lover with his dark hair matted against his forehead and his cheeks wet.

“ready for your bath?”

you barely manage a nod, your limbs shaky. “uhuh, please daddy,”

the mop of midnight black hair rises from between your legs, aiming straight for your lips— kuroo’s tongue rolls into your open mouth, and you taste the essence of yourself during the feverish storm in which you push off his clothes. neither of you part, too caught up in exploratory grips and grazes even as your boyfriend takes your hand and helps you sink into the pool of scented water beneath your feet. the hot water sends soothing waves throughout your body— only amplified when kuroo pulls you into his lap, your sensitive cunt landing right over his solid erection.

the pair of you sit together, your bare breasts and hardened nipples rubbing against tetsurou’s chest— arms strong from his sporting days hooked around your middle to keep you close to him. “you work so hard, sweetness, busy every day and they don’t even appreciate you enough,” he almost simpers, his tip that oozes into the bath water—brushing through your tender, milky folds, making you collapse against his wet skin. “when was the last time i had you like this baby?”

“dunno daddy,” you mumble wetly, your face twisting erotically and eyes rolling when you buck your hips feverishly over your lover’s— begging for him to push his hips up and shove his cock past your awaiting folds. you need him, to help you forget and to make you feel loved.

“i don’t remember either, princess, so ‘m sorry,” he grunts, saliva pooling on his tongue as one of his hands cups your face and the other the curve of your waist— amber stare growing dark while swirling with blazen thirst for you and only you. kuroo’s hips thrust up, smacking your ass dewily and sending water sloshing over the side of the tub. “‘m sorry for not being able to wait anymore,”

all at once, you’re filled up with cock that stretches you wide open and sits heavy in the pits of your stomach— churning up your insides and scrubbing your brain blank of any stress from your awful job. all you can think, see and feel is kuroo—overwhelmed by the feeling of the forked vein on the underside of his girth rubbing against sensitive nerve endings along your ribbed walls. there’s a beat of silence after your bodies come together as one, where the bathroom air that’s filled with steam is joined by puffs of starved lovers desperate to send each other to the gates of heaven.

“move, tetsuro, please, please...” comes your abrupt gasp, while you begin driving your hips downwards, taking more and more of your boyfriend into your sweet, slobbering pussy. you know that you're wet despite being deep in the water, warm and gushy on the inside as you ride kuroo’s dick—building up momentum between your damp bodies.

your boyfriend smiles big, his cheeks flushing from the humid air— tugging you forward and pushing you backward over his girth by the perverted grasp he has on the meat of your thighs. “y’workin’ so hard for this cock, baby. i’ll give you whatever you want,” he gripes, impassioned, the motion has him bearing down on your g-spot constantly, not giving you time to breathe outside of deep hitting thrusts when kuroo plunges into your pretty pussy. “make y’cum so much, make you feel so much better,”

you cry into his strong neck, pressing kisses against his salty skin, littered amongst the condensation to sedate yourself— kuroo grabs the back of your head and tilts you up to stare deep into your eyes with every moan you let out, mirroring the gape of your mouth and furrow of your brows when his cock strokes your insides just right. his pelvis mashes against your clit while he helps lift you up and down on his dick as it stands at full attention— never missing a beat or an opportunity to hit your pleasure spot. the way you move together, pushing and pulling like flowing water ( practically throwing buckets of it out of your bath )— meant to be dance partners in the routine of love.

he doesn’t know where to hold you while you dance, while you fuck madly— tetsurou’s hands rubbing the bubble sudds all over your tits and back and down to your ass each time he kneeds the doughy flesh. “fuck! gettin’ so tight, so warm— missed bein’ inside you, hate that work’s keeping you away from me,” your boyfriend slurs, tongue heavy in the pallet of his mouth, barely leaving the warmth of your spasming pussy.

you’re slippery down there, letting him glide against your gummy walls and coating him in your essence— the scent of sex fills the air and your juices flow into the bath water. it’s filthy and passionate all at once but you can’t get enough. “gonna cum, daddy, gonna cum again—!” you squeal, rutting desperately against him for your release.

“atta girl,” kuroo praises you, finally deciding on a position for his wandering hand and letting it cup your throat— squeezing hard and tilting you any which way so he can suck bruises against your slack jaw, not caring who they’re seen by at work tomorrow. it doesn’t stop him from rocking into your tight heat, bringing you closer to the edge, especially when his thumb, slightly pruned from the water, rubs harsh circles into your clit. “cum for me baby, like you deserve. you’ve earned it,” he whispers softly against your cherry bitten lips.

so you do, screwing your eyes shut and wailing loud as your core contracts and your release splashes out against kuroo’s cock— this time your hips still, locking while the rest of your body carries the aftershocks of your orgasm. your boyfriend keeps thrusting, pushing water out of the bath and chasing his high in the depths of your viscous, gooey walls, brushing your cervix and your hips alike until he finally floods your womb with a scorching white, cum oozing from your pussy down to his shaft— forming a frothy, stringy ring at his base.

you sit in the lukewarm bath a while longer, a mess of heaving chests and sore limbs while your sticky foreheads stay stuck on one another. “fuck baby, you’re so good, ‘m so proud of you,” tetsuro breathes weakly, arms locked around your waist to keep you in his lap and his seed from leaking out of you. “doin’ your best all the time, not just for me but for your bosses too…” he pauses, running a thumb over your swollen lips as you sleepily smile up at him. “if they keep treating you like crap, you should come work for me,”

at this, you shake your head— still loopy but so content to be in the arms of the man who loves you so much. “‘m not gonna give up, gonna go back ‘n show em how much they need me,” you say tiredly into his skin, wanting to prove yourself.

“that’s my girl,” kuroo only smiles then, grabbing a loofa and some of your favourite lotion as he starts washing you down— giving you more of the princess treatment you truly deserve.

[kuroosdarling]

@sookisaurus @mrs-kurooo

[clyches]

the girls you loved before ୨♡୧ piss 4 !

masterlist — ୨♡୧ — the girls (+ y/n) —୨♡୧ — act 1; i.

ON the other hand, this friend group is already rather expected, to say the least. kozume kenma and tetsurō kuroo, being the best of friends, were together their whole life. they were the only ones together their whole life; so it was rather a surprise that kenma had welcomed hinata shoyo into his walls, despite their differences. (i guess kenma is just attracted to his opposites, his whole friend group is just a mess of what he isn’t) while bokuto koutarou was simply kuroo’s frenemy, always attempting to one up one another, no matter how far ahead of everyone they may be.

AT first, kenma dreaded the energetic invitations the boys had given him to play volleyball — he would choose his games any day, but what can you do, say no? he isn’t that cruel to ignore the pleas of his childhood best friend, the owl’s vivacity, and shoyo’s sparkles in his orbs.

EVENTUALLY, kenma had just accepted his fate being the “official” setter of their 4-man team. it had became a hobby; a habit; a chore. obviously, he did appreciate them... just a little bit. they were the ones who had forced him to pop his bubble, and step out of his comfort zone; the said bubble seemed to have consisted of video games, his room, food, and himself.

THE year that tetsurō had to go to his college; the year that kenma was in his last year of high school; the year that he was overjoyed (this may be an exaggeration of the opposite), was when everything started. once the kuroo tetsurō was out of sight, out of mind, all the spotlight had gone to kenma. being the center of attention would’ve made him uncomfortable, but thanks to his friends, it didn’t. and instead, he tried to enjoy it. keyword: tried.

KENMA learned how to attract, some say even better than tetsurō. girl after girl, no one really did last that long; no one knows if it was because of his ridiculously impossible standards or the girls were the problem, but it was still all the same: it ended. he only had one — two — serious relationships, one of which didn’t really matter. everything was happening in shoyo’s view (rather, supervision), hence why koutarou and tetsurō were still updated, even if kenma preferred to keep his affairs a secret. he just couldn’t escape them.

IN present time, now that they’re complete again... which he isn’t the most enthusiastic about, kenma had moved on from this phase of his �� why does he sound like a 13 year old boy? — and had gotten back to his relatively normal attitude, the video games 4 life thing, excluding the daily drabble he has about how love is disgusting. eugh! do you really believe in that? (and we’re pretty sure his friends know the true reason why, even if kenma tries to convince himself that it really isn’t real).

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ sorta fun facts !

TETSURŌ developed a talent for music when he was away. he can do it; whether it be composing, playing instruments, or even singing, you name it! it surprised shoyo and kenma a lot, how could have he kept that as a secret?! tetsurō had even made a name for himself on twitter.

DESPITE previous beliefs, kenma actually hates gatorade. he would prefer his “gamer drink” to be water. (wow, totally healthy for someone who stares at a computer monitor for 12 hours a day)

SHOYO had always used to left out the detail that kenma would have mood swings when one of his flings left (or he did) whenever he tells taro and tetsu about another girl their pudding head had.

KENMA’S and shoyo’s profile picture was chosen by koutarou, he said they had to look “flamboyant” on twitter like he does.

ACTUALLY, the boys (sho, tetsu, and taro) have the same condo. in not so much of a surprise to them, kenma refused to share the same living space as them and would prefer to pay full price for his own condominium. this is also why their gc name is like that (tetsurō named it), kenma used his cat’s piss as booby traps, but alas, the three had swung by so much that he thinks he should ask them for rent.

the girls you loved before — a kenma social media au !

sypnosis. you, being the president of the hopeless romantic club (and possibly the only member) of tokyo university, you are an absolute dork for love & adore seeing it in the air. on the other end of the spectrum, kenma has completely given up in love, due to all his failed attempts, and just can’t believe that true love could even exist. when two absolute opposite dispositions suddenly collide, the universe just can't help to make a bittersweet mess!

notes. i did not expect this to be so long yet crappy, i’m sorry T__T i just had too much ideas in my head so i got kind of carried away, ehe. i appreciate all the new support everyone has given me (still massive thanks to syl !!) & i hope you enjoyed this chapter as well :D i would publish the official first chapter by this week, probably! (i just have some activities on my plate so...)

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[yonderly-alamort]

[ 𝟎𝟎 : 𝟎𝟎 ] 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒. ─── 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

author's note. at the moment i writed this it wasn't halloween but i'm bored and this is cute as just to be clear, most of these might be just for fun/not serious :D

advertising. some costumes are made to representate male x female characters. example: emily & victor from corpse bride, mario & peach, etc. requests here!

with. kenma kozume, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji, asahi azumane, atsumu miya and suna rintaro <3

ʚ SUNA RINTARO ɞ gomez and morticia addams. omg, this is pure art. suna dressed as gomez and you as morticia. he in his impeccable black suit and the flirtatious smile on his lips while you wore a gorgeous matching dress and a perfect eye shadow that rin helped you make up, best of all, for once in his life, suna was so much more relaxed and even got into the role of his character to the point that, at the end of the night, with his arms around your waist and his lips crashing on yours, he said: "happy halloween, darling."

ʚ KOZUME KENMA ɞ mario & peach, the two of you have always loved spending your weekends playing mario kart or party superstars, so when halloween came around, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. somehow you convinced your boyfriend to go out on the streets at night. it might be a little weird for kenma to walk through the streets with his cotton pants almost falling down, or for you to move your legs in the skirt of that heavy dress. still, as he looked at you, the only thing kozume could think about was how pretty you looked. also, you couldn't help but notice the calm joy in the eyes of the beautiful boy who accompanied you.

ʚ AKAASHI KEIJI ɞ victor & emily, after watching corpse bride on one of your weekly dates at home the only thing on akaashi's and your mind was that emily's dress was gorgeous and victor's suit was just the right amount of elegant respectively. that's why, in a state of crisis in the middle of a costume store, you were sure that what you wanted was to be reincarnated as those characters. the idea of walking around the city in such a refined, gloomy but beautiful way was perfect. with your arms intertwined and your back straight, you both wandered in front of the houses with candies in your bags and your cheeks flushed with happiness and warmth.

ʚ ASAHI AZUMANE ɞ little red riding hood and the big "bad" wolf fit your aesthetics in the best way, and even more with the halloween night. and yes, you may have changed the story a bit; the big bad wolf is not so malevolent and doesn't want to eat the little red riding hood, but he is just a cute lover protecting the heart of his sweetheart. as the night falls and the moon rises in the sky, the light reflected spectacularly on the loving face of asahi, and a sweet kiss lied on your cheek.

ʚ ATSUMU MIYA ɞ the grizzly and the honey bee. the idea sounded halfway good, until you found out that tsumu would be the bee and you the bear. sitting in osamu's living room next to the other msby players, the blond next to you was grinning like a fool while playing with the straps of his tight black and yellow stripped shirt, he looked so good but you sure couldn't stand the heat emitting from the inside of your furry suit any longer.

ʚ KUROO TESTURO ɞ maids,, i'm just going to say that it wasn't you who proposed the idea, but to see kuroo wearing one of those cute dresses, you weren't going to complain. you didn't have much of a choice either, he wanted to see you in the kitty ears and white stockings until it ended up being tetsu who tried the costume for a silly reason. seeing that both you and kuroo looked amazing and the holiday was near, it was the perfect opportunity. just imagine: the two of you holding gloved hands, walking down the sidewalk in the monochromatic and pompous maid outfit with a little pastel pink apron around your waist, matching the furry headband on top of your heads. it was *chef kiss*

© yonderly alamort 2022. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[kuroosdarling]

coming home to kuroo tetsuro after a bad day who doesn’t say anything as you walk through the door, save for a quiet hush of your name. instead, he wraps his arms around you, feeling his heart ache as you weakly wrap yours around him. each little sniffle you emit has him pulling you closer, eventually opting to sit the both of you down on the couch so he can cradle you in his arms a little better.

you’re his baby, and he hates seeing you so upset even though he knows it’s inevitable. if he could shield you from the horrors of the world, he would in a heartbeat. but he can only do so much to protect you. he tries to soothe you by rubbing his hand along your back, patiently waiting for you to be ready to talk about your day. it doesn’t matter how long it takes, he’ll sit with you until the end of time if it means he gets to see your smile once again.

[seita]

— you wake them up over a wet dream. ˒ kuroo, iwaizumi, + kenma.

genre: smut contents: dry humping + fingering

request: Hello~so I've been having really erotic dreams lately and I wake up like ����, so I'm wondering if you could write some headcanons or short scenarios with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Kenma (and whoever else you want) whose fem s/o keeps waking them up needing satisfaction because her dreams made her horny 😝

⤿ requests currently closed.

― tetsurou kuroo.

≻ he doesn’t mind at all tbh. ≻ in fact he loves that you wake him up instead of satisfying yourself. ≻ because that means he can help and he’s totally game with that!!! ≻ he’ll make you tell him what you dreamed of ≻ explicitly so. ≻ don’t leave out any details either ≻ it’ll dissolve into full on sleepy sex 90% of the time.

+

“you got this wet from a dream?” he chuckles, running the head of his cock between your folds, “you’re such a filthy girl.”

“a-all from you, tetsu,” you whine, arching your hips so he prods at your entrance.

he shudders and takes the hint to press into you. he stretched you perfectly, making you shudder as he filled you up. you were whining, clawing at his back as he ground his hips against you, making sure to press against your clit.

“please, tetsu,” you whine, biting your lip as you meet his gaze, his pupils blown wide.

he presses his hand over your mouth with a sly grin, “gotta stay quiet, pretty girl, don’t wanna wake the neighbors, do we?”

― hajima iwaizumi.

≻ he’ll be surprised you woke him up bc like ≻ don’t you usually take care of that yourself??? ≻ he can’t say he’s not pleased with it tho ≻ it might turn into late-night sex and other times it he’ll just let you grind on him to get off uwu ≻ he’s a bit happy that you woke him up to take care of you tho~

+

he shudders, feeling your wet cunt against the underside of his cock. he holds your waist, keeping your oversized t-shirt out of the way so he can watch the way you grind yourself against him.

“doin’ so well...” he slurs sleepily, eyes lidded as he watches you drip all over his length.

you whine at the praise, “th-thank you haji...”

he smiles and cups your cheek, bringing you down to kiss you. the angle change makes your clit rub perfectly against the crown of his cock. he curses, feeling how you gush even more against him.

despite the late hour, he can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re making all over his lap. all he cares about is feeling you cum against him.

― kenma kozume.

≻ LOWKEY will be annoyed ≻ he doesn’t get a lot of sleep as it is ≻ so when you wake him up with something u can take care of yourself ≻ he’s like ?????? ≻ but if u ask him nicely, use your best puppy dog eyes ≻ he’ll make it quick, getting you off ≻ and then he’ll go back to sleep lmao

+

“you’re a pain,” he sighs.

the words have no bite, however, if anything there’s a bit of teasing in them. still, you mumble out apologies, even as his fingers slip past the band of your panties.

“if you were sorry you would have let me sleep,” he mumbles in your ear.

still, his fingers dip down to your entrance to gather your slick, bringing them up to circle around your clit. you eagerly spread your legs for him, your eyes fluttering shut as you grip onto his arm, raising your hips to grind against the pad of his digits.

he works you expertly, getting you off his only goal. he doesn’t tease or edge you. he plays with your clit, pressing his lips against your ear to whisper soft, dirty words to you until you’re arching and gushing into your panties.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

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[wildflowertips]

may i request your take on how aomine & kuroko begin to rekindle their relationship (be it platonic, romantic, or up to readers' interpretation) after seirin vs touou (or after the winter cup itself)? 👉👈😳

now that i’m back from my finals, i can final start writing those fic prompts in my inbox 😩 —> this follows after the seirin v. touou season 2 plot. thank you for requesting & being patient w me 🥺 very much appreciated & much love for you. this took me a while to write 😩 fast pace reading.

🏷 tags: cursing

🖊 words: 4112 work count

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿

Only them (Aokuro)

After the whistle, everything in Aomine's body felt like it was on fire.

The burning sensation spread within every atom Aomine possessed.

His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, and his skin tingled.

I...

He stood still in disbelief, watching as Kagami raised his fist in the air in victory.

I...

He stood still as Seirin members ran past him to celebrate their triumph.

Their loud cheers and screams drowned out when he realized,

I lost.

"Huh," Aomine breathed out, staring at the gym's lights. "Okay then. Guess it's official now. I lost."

He was waiting for the tears to kick or a wave of sadness to wash over him because he lost.

He's not going to advance in the Winter Cup because he is not the best.

But nothing came. Instead, Aomine felt relief- like losing had lifted a massive weight off his shoulders; he could finally breathe again.

The only one who can beat me is me.

No, the only one who could beat me was you, Tetsu.

The whistle blows again, "Line up!"

And Aomine's eyes finally fall on him.

Tetsu.

He doesn't know when Kuroko stood before him, but there he was.

"Aomine-kun," He weakly mumbled as he swayed in front of the tan boy.

"Shit," Aomine reached for Kuroko as he began to fall, but he was too late.

As Aomine reached for Kuroko's arm, another hand had already grabbed Kuroko.

Aomine looked up as Kagami threw Kuroko's arm around his shoulders for support.

"I gotchya," Kagami said, keeping Kuroko still.

"You gotta be kidding," Aomine made a distorted face at the two, and his lips pressed flat. The fire within him still burned, this time with irritation. He never understood his feelings toward the two players- especially towards Kuroko. All he knew was he didn't like what was in front of him. 

"Hey, look everyone, it's the floppy pool noodle that beat me today. For someone who scored a big win, you sure as hell don't look the part."

Kagami clenches his jaw while Kuroko finally looks up at him.

And once Kuroko's big blue eyes met Aomine's indigo's, all Aomine could think was, I'm sorry, Tetsu, for everything.

"Although I guess in the end, that's your secret," The anger within him diminished as Kuroko kept his eyes on his. "You're the feather that tipped the scales for his team. And I'm the guy who lost."

"Aomine-kun," Kuroko repeated and tiredly smiled at him.

Aomine steeped in shame. He doesn't deserve Kuroko's rare smiles, not after all the shit he's done.

His body scolded him to apologize for being such a dick to Kuroko. Kuroko, who, no matter how many hurtful words Aomine threw at him, still stayed.

"You win, Tetsu," Aomine looked down his Kuroko's feet. "I was wrong."

"Aomine-kun."

Aomine glanced back up and saw Kuroko's hand held out in a fist. "You still haven't returned my fist bump, jerk." Kuroko jokingly said.

“Huh, what!?" Aomine reeled his head back, shocked. "Are you really still upset over that?!" Aomine looked at his ex-shadow wildly.

"I am."

Aomine looked at his pale fist and back at Kuroko. A few seconds passed before Aomine sighed, and he met Kuroko's fist with his own.

Their fist bump lingered as microscopic, content smiles formed on both their faces.

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿

That night Aomine couldn't sleep.

He tossed and turned, took the blankets off and on him, and flipped his pillows around.

Hopeless, he heavily sighed into the night. "Fuck," he muttered.

He glanced at his clock: 3 AM.

He turned to look outside his window; the moonlight mocked him as if she was saying, Ha, you're still awake!

The moon, however, was calming and bright. It reminded him of Tetsu.

He hasn't talked to Tetsu since their fallout. And when they did speak, it was snarky comments from Aomine's part.

But after Kuroko's win, Aomine can't help but want to mend things again- to apologize.

What if we start over?

Aomine's felt numb for so long that he was grateful he lost. Grateful to feel something other than nothing.

And it was all thanks to him- thanks to Tetsu.

He can almost hear Satsuki's voice reprimanding him, "If you miss Tetsu-kun so bad, text him. Or go to his school, call him, for god's sake's, Dai-chan. And lose the frown."

But then, Aomine remembers the crestfallen look his shadow had that day.

That day always haunts him.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I never meant it. I was frustrated. I loved basketball, and everyone I played never gave me a challenge. What was I supposed to do, Tetsu?

I felt like a freak. Our opponents looked at me like I was a monster.

But I stayed hopeful because you promised.

You fucking promised me someone would come along. You promised me that someone would come and challenge me. No one ever fucking came, Tetsu.

Do you know how bad that hurt?

To lose interest in something you love?

You broke your promise.

I was in pain.

And I broke off our friendship cause I didn't know better.

I couldn't tell if you were crying or if it was just the fucking rain. But I hate how we ended things.

And now, you probably want nothing to do with me. After all, you found a new light.

Aomine ran a tired hand through his hair. His eyes shifted to his ceiling. Past conversations he had with Kuroko kept playing in his head.

"Besides, I'm sure you'll meet someone more amazing than yourself soon."

"Sure, Tetsu."

"I promise you will. Although, no one can be as amazing as you."

༻✿༺

"C'mon, Tetsu, you can't quit! No one loves basketball as much as you!"

"I'm not good... My best isn't enough."

"Don't say that. Of course, you're good enough."

༻✿༺

"Wanna go to the Teiko school festival with me?"

"I thought we were all already going, Aomine-kun?"

"No, uh—I mean, do you want to go with me? Just the two of us?"

"I'd like that."

༻✿༺

"This game is boring. The guy let me fucking pass him!"

"Aomine-kun, calm down."

"No. I'm sick of having to play such weak-ass players. The only one who can beat me is me."

"That's not true."

"It is, Tetsu. No one can beat me. This game blows."

༻✿༺

"I'm not gonna try anymore."

"What?"

"I'm not gonna come to practice either."

"Don't say that. Please, don't say that."

"Tetsu, if I keep on practicing, I'm gonna get too good, and it'll be unfair."

"Akashi-kun won't allow you to skip."

"Akashi said as long as we win, we can do whatever the hell we want."

༻✿༺

"You realize I can win against anyone by myself now, even without your passes?"

Aomine remembers the rain starting to pour down on them.

"I haven't gotten a pass from you since our previous game, Tetsu. It was so recent, but it feels like the distant past already."

He remembers his eyes burning and his vision of Kuroko distorted.

He remembers with despair and agony, saying, "I... I can't even remember... What's it like to receive a pass from you."

༻✿༺

"Your basketball will never win, Tetsu," Aomine said as he stood over Kagami and Kuroko. "You disappointed me. You're still the same."

༻✿༺

Aomine doesn't know how long he laid there thinking about all the shit he’s said to Kuroko, but before he knows it, he drifts off to sleep.

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿

A glance at his phone told him it was noon when he had woken up. Satsuki will rip him a new one for missing class. But hey, at least he'll go to practice.

He looked at his notification and realized Kuroko had texted him and Satsuki- but she's not important right now. Tetsu had texted him.

His heart picked up as he opened Kuroko's text messages.

Aomine was not nervous. He was not standing in front of Maji 15 minutes earlier than they had planned.

Expect that he was.

He kept wiping the sweat of his palms down his jeans and scanned all directions in hopes of noticing Kuroko.

What did he want? After a long time of radio silence, why did he text me now?

"Ah, I guess you were excited too?"

Aomine yelped, and he flinched brutally before swiftly turning around. "The fuck, Tetsu?! Oh my god," Aomine placed a hand on his chest and slightly leaned over. "How long have you been there?! You could've killed me!"

Aomine could wipe off the shit-eating look Kuroko had on his face, but he decided against it. Instead, he huffed out a laugh. "I haven't felt that in a while- you spooking me like that."

"Want to go in?" Kuroko indicated towards Maji with his head. "I do owe you a meal."

"Sure," Aomine leads the way in, holding the door open for them.

"I'll order," Aomine says when he joins Kuroko in the line. "Because if you do, we'll be here all night."

"Then take this," Kuroko holds out some yen towards Aomine.

"It's fine," Aomine shrugged him off, "You go find us a table. Do you want the usual?"

"Please."

༻✿༺

"I will never understand how you get full on a shake," Aomine places the tray in front of him as he sits on the opposite side of Kuroko. Handing Kuroko his shake, he says, "You sure you don't want anything else?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Kuroko replied.

"So," Aomine said as he unwrapped one of his many burgers. "Why did you text me all of a sudden, Tetsu?" And he took a big bite.

After a small sip, Kuroko looks at him in the eyes. "I'll cut to the chase. Aomine-kun, please teach me to shoot".

Aomine chokes. He coughs so vigorously that bystanders glance his way.

"What the fuck?" Aomine forces out, coughing into his arm. After his coughing fit has settled, he gapes at Kuroko. "You can't be serious."

"I am."

"There's no fucking way you're serious."

"But I am, Aomine-kun."

"Oh my god, you're serious! Why me?!"

"As far as I know, you're the best shooter there is."

"You've gotta be outta your fucking mind to think I'd teach the guy who beat me yesterday anything!"

Kuroko looks down at the table, a slight frown on his face.

Aomine stares at him for a quick second before grunting.

"Why not ask your new light?"

"Kagami-kun is a great player, but he's not the best shooter. You are." He glances back at Aomine.

Aomine shifts his eyes away- slight heat on his cheeks. "Whatever. Let me finish eating, and then we'll talk."

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿

Kuroko stood at the free-throw line. He stood feet shoulder-width apart and his hips and shoulders aligned with the basket.

With a slight bend of his knees, he shoots.

The ball hits the rim and bounces back to him. He bends over to pick it up.

Glancing back at Aomine, Kuroko said, "How was-"

"IT.SUCKED." Aomine snarked at him. "I can't believe you dragged me out here to see this garbage!"

They were in the park's basketball court. "And you still have crappy shooting!"

"But you said you would-"

"I never said I'd teach you to shoot!"

"Why not?"

Aomine sighed and sat on the cement, looking down at his feet. "I couldn't sleep last night."

Kuroko waited for him to continue.

"When I got home, I ate, took a bath, then I went to sleep. I couldn't sleep. It was 3 AM, and the moonlight was patronizing me. My body was exhausted, but when I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about..." You. "... Scenes from our game."

Aomine made eye contact with Kuroko. "I had forgotten how that felt like to lose. My chest's tight, feeling nauseous, this fucking headache. I hate feeling like this, Tetsu. But still," a light breeze blows through them. His voice was soothing and gentle, "Thank you. That feeling makes me want to start practicing again. And it was because of you."

"Aomine-kun-" Kuroko looked at him with softening eyes.

Aomine stood back on his feet. "All this basketball shit makes me want to play. I can't help myself when I'm around you, Tetsu." He took off his jacket.

"Huh?  "

"Open your damn ears. I'm saying I'll teach you." Aomine walked past him. As he did, he raised his hand and patted Kuroko's hair. Still soft.

Kuroko turned around, smiled, happily looking at the ball in his hands.

"What are you smiling about?"

"We used to practice like this in middle school." Kuroko glanced at him, slightly tilting his head to the side. "Remember?"

"Sh-shut up!" Aomine grumbled, "We only have a couple of days to practice until you go against Yosen."

"I have to beat the other teams to get to Yosen."

"You're gonna win anyways, Tetsu. So let's start practicing."

༻✿༺

"No way!" Momoi squealed, grabbing Aomine by the hands. "You and Tetsu-kun?!"

"Shut up, Satsuki!" Aomine flushed, pulling his hands away. "Stop making a scene."

"He texted you?"

"Yeah."

"And asked to meet?"

"Yes."

"And now you're helping him shoot?!"

"Goddamn it, Satsuki! Yes! Did you not hear anything I said?" Aomine shut his locker and began walking away. Momoi trailed behind.

"What happens now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you two friends again?" Momoi latched onto his arm. "Are we gonna go back to being a trio?"

"I don't know." Aomine sighed, "He only reached out because he needed something from me."

"You're stupid, Dai-chan."

"Rude," Aomine glared down at her. "Doubt he wants to be friends anyways. I really hurt him."

"You're even stupider than I thought," Momoi rolled her eyes. "When do you start?"

"Tonight."

"Just you and Tetsu-kun, huh?" Momoi wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"What about it?"

"You and him. Alone. In the park. Alone. Practicing. Alone. Did I mention alone?"

"It's not like that." Aomine glowed red.

"Sure," She smirked. "If you say so."

He didn't like how she said that.

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿

"Well, how do you shoot?" Kuroko huffed, irritated.

Aomine was a shit teacher, and Kuroko had missed every single shot at the basket.

"Like this," Aomine said, throwing the ball effortlessly from the sidelines. A clean shot.

"Yeah, that doesn't help me." Kuroko glared at him while Aomine jogged after the ball.

"Maybe your forms all wrong?"'Aomine said when he came back.

"How so?"

"Turn your body like this," Aomine shifted his body to the side, one foot in front of the other.

"Like this?" Kuroko followed his example horribly.

"No. That just looks wrong." Aomine chuckled, "Here, hold this."

Kuroko held onto the ball as Aomine stood beside him.

"Put your foot here." Kuroko stepped where Aomine had indicated. "Your other stays here. And turn your hips this way, only a little."

"Aomine-kun, I feel ridiculous." Kuroko frowned, dropping his position. "This won't work."

"Yes it will, Tetsu," Aomine frowned with him. "You have a different playing style, so that means you might have a different shooting technique. One more time."

Kuroko nodded, getting back into position. This time he felt Aomine behind him. "When I said to turn your hips, I didn't mean twist 'em till you break your back." Aomine placed his hands on Kuroko's waist, pushing them into a comfortable position.

Whether Aomine was doing it on purpose or not, Kuroko felt a warm glow on his ears.

"And then," Aomine stood beside Kuroko, guiding Kuroko's hands with his own into a shooting position.

"Aomine-kun," Kuroko turned his head and gazed at him, "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you how to shoot?" Aomine looked down at him, confused. That's when he noticed the slight tint of pink across Kuroko's cheeks.

And how close their bodies were.

Oh.

Aomine lightly swallowed, and his eyes gently met Kuroko's in a pensive gaze. And now, he's hyperaware of his hand on top of Kuroko's.

"I'm sorry..." Aomine softly breathed out, "Is it too much?"

"No, not at all," Kuroko melted into a small smile. "What's next?"

"Now, you just..." Aomine and Kuroko didn't break eye contact. "...Shoot..." And the ball leaves their hands. They both turn their heads leisurely towards the hoop.

The ball danced on the rim before falling through the net.

"Hey!" Aomine grinned, "Good job, Tetsu! You did it!"

"Huh, you're a good teacher after all, Aomine-kun," Kuroko replied before going after the ball.

Aomine doesn't blush often, but he knew he had a pink tone to his brown cheeks.

༻✿༺

Practicing every evening after their respective practices became a routine they followed.

Aomine and Kuroko would meet at the park's basketball courts, practicing until their legs gave out.

And although Aomine appreciated the time he spent with Tetsu, enjoyed getting closer to him, Aomine wanted more.

Their stance about their friendship remained unspoken.

Are we friends again? Or are you going to be a stranger after the Winter Cup, Tetsu?  It drives me insane, not knowing where I stand with you.

Kuroko wiped the sweat off his forehead, "I think," he puffed, "I think I'm done for right now."

"But it's so early," Aomine frowned, spinning the basketball on his pointer finger. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Kuroko twisted open his water bottle, "Coach made Kagami-kun and I do suicide runs because we were late to practice."

"Why were you late?" Aomine narrowed his eyes into slits. He waited for Kuroko's reply as he finished drinking his water.

"Kagami-kun fell asleep during class, and I couldn't wake him up." Kuroko shrugged. He bent over to grab his bag. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Actually, Tetsu," Aomine scratched the back of his neck nervously. "The night is still young, do you--uh want to grab a bite?"He wanted to be around Kuroko a little longer.

"Like old times?" Kuroko lightly smiled.

"Yeah, exactly like old times."

༻✿༺

It was the night before the Yosen match, and Kuroko was high-strung.

"Tetsu, enough." Aomine stepped in front of Kuroko, stopping him from throwing the ball. "You're getting too worked up. You need to go home and rest." He stared down at his ex-shadow.

Kuroko's eyes are wild and frantic. "I can't."

"Why are you acting like this? You never behaved so rash before games."

"I don't-- I don't want to feel useless going against Murasakibara-kun. He's so much bigger and stronger than me. If I mess up, if I can't score, if I...." Kuroko looks down at the ball between them. "I won't be of use to the rest of the team if I can't get this right."

"There's no such thing as a useless player."

Kuroko eye's flickered toward Aomine.

"There's not a single guy out there that can match your fire. So don't you dare call yourself useless. Do you hear me?" Aomine eyes blazed right through Kuroko's. "After all, you beat me, you. Tomorrow, you're gonna win. You're not useless or weak. I'll be rooting for you. So will Satsuki."

"Thank you, Aomine-kun," Kuroko dropped his hands from the ball. His body visibly relaxed, and his eyes softened as he looked up at Aomine.  A tender smile reaches Aomine's face.

"It's only the truth."

Aomine's words were precisely what Kuroko needed to hear to prepare for Yosen's match tomorrow.

༻✿༺

"Did you see that?!" Kuroko excitedly locked onto Aomine's arm. "The ball went right through his hand! I can't believe it worked!"

Aomine grinned as they continued to walk out of the stadium together. "I know. I saw it. I was there," he teased as he leaned into Kuroko. "You really shook him."

"His face! I wish I could've framed it!"

Aomine wished he could frame Kuroko's face instead. He's never seen him this delighted.

"Kise-kun will be a challenge, though," Kuroko frowned.

"Hey, no frowning. You won tonight. Let's focus on that. We can worry about Kise tomorrow."

"Ah, you're right.  I'm so happy right now!"

"Yeah, I know. You're squeezing the life outta my arm." Aomine smirked as Kuroko quickly detached himself from Aomine.

"Sorry," He mumbled shyly.

"No, no, it's cute," Aomine cheekily winks. "Now latch back on- you're warm."

Kuroko chuckled before he looped his arm with Aomine's as they walked into the street's cold night.

༻✿༺

Seirin had won against Kaijo.

And now Kuroko was preparing to go against Razukan.

Aomine was happy for him. He really was. Spending the last few weeks with Kuroko made Aomine feel all warm and tingly inside. But at the same time, it irked him to spend so much time with Kuroko and not know where they stood.

The guilt of still not apologizing to Kuroko yet kept him up at night. He'd try to sleep on his problems as if they would solve themselves in his dreams. But come early morning, they're still there.

The guilt is still there.

Usually, he would shrug it off if it was anyone else- not caring whose feelings he'd hurt.

Tetsu was not anyone else, though.

And for him, Aomine can lose his pride and apologize.

"You have that look again," Aomine snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Kuroko's voice.

"What look?"

"That one," Kuroko pointed to his face and sat with him on the concrete. "Like something is troubling you."

"Oh."

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong, Aomine-kun?" Worry crossed Kuroko's face as he turned his body towards Aomine. "What's upsetting you?"

Apologize.

This moment is the reason I've been up all night. I've run through my lines a million times, finding the perfect words to say to you. And still, I'm not sure how to say this right.

"Well, you see," Aomine shifted his weight to one side and pushed the hair out of his forehead. "Spending time with you made me realize how much I missed you." He glanced towards Kuroko, whose mouth slightly dropped at Aomine's confession.

"The last time we truly spoke, and I don't mean side comments at each other, was when you went to find me for practice back in Teiko." Aomine saw Kuroko visibly stiffen. "The rain was pouring down on us, remember?"

Kuroko slowly nodded, maintaining eye contact with Aomine. Those large blue eyes coated themselves with a sad glint.

Voice thick and unsteady, Aomine continued. "I said some pretty nasty shit to you. Shit I wish I never said because it drove you away. You quit basketball. I didn't see you for weeks. Fuck, Tetsu, I didn't even see you at graduation. Do you know how long I spent looking for you?" There was a lingering gloom in his eyes. "And then one day, Satsuki comes barging in telling me you're playing again- that you have a new light."

"Do you know how angry I felt?" Aomine placed his hand on Kuroko's hand, which rested on his knee. Kuroko didn't say anything. "I was fuming. All I thought was, he disappears for god knows how fucking long, and he comes back with a new light? I guess I deserved it, though. What I did to you was unforgivable. You just wanted to stay by my side, and I forced you away." His eyes misted over. He took his hand off Kuroko and looked down at his lap. "And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

'Aomine-kun," Kuroko tried getting his attention. "Look at me," he gently grabbed Aomine's chin, pulling it toward him. Staring into Aomine's glossy eyes, he whispered, "I've already forgiven you."

"What?"

"I needed time, but I forgave you a long time ago," Kuroko gives Aomine a reassuring smile. "And for the record, I missed you too."

"What?"

"I'm glad you said you enjoy our time together," Kuroko let go of Aomine to move closer, resting his head on Aomine's shoulder. "I was scared you were going to reject my offer. I enjoy our time together too."

"What?"

"Is that all you can say?" Kuroko teased.

Aomine stuttered out, "The fuck, Tetsu?! You can't just say shit like that!" Kuroko lightly laughed. Aomine's heart was doing summersaults in his chest as Kuroko's head remained on his shoulders.

Minutes went by as they sat on the cement together- hands rested on their laps, Kuroko's head on his shoulder, and Aomine's heart palpitating.

"I'm terrified for tomorrow's game with Akashi-kun," Kuroko muttered, "But knowing you're there cheering for me makes me feel confident."

"It's your basket that will win," Aomine brushed his pinky against Kuroko's before slowly linking their fingers together. He ran his thumb over Kuroko's hand, "And I'd always cheer for you, Tetsu." Aomine was preparing himself for Kuroko to pull his hand away.

But he didn't.

Instead, Kuroko squeezes his hand lightly in reassurance.

Aomine lets his head fall on Kuroko's, and they spend their evening conversing amongst themselves, lost in their little world.

Both boys lost in bliss at their rekindled relationship, soaking in every moment they had to themselves.

Tomorrow was a big day for both of them, but it's just them tonight.

Only them.

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