#Kuroo Tetsuro x y/n

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 27

hate sex - kuroo tetsuro x reader

word count: 2100

warnings: swearing, nsfw, reader is yaku’s sister, both of them are kinda assholes but not really lol

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Kuroo Tetsuro was a very talented individual. Because no one had the capacity to piss you off quite like he did.

You should’ve known the minute you walked into your biochem class that he would become the bane of your existence. You wished you had gotten some sort of warning when you chose your major. A sign. A whisper from the gods. Anything at all to stop you in your tracks. But no, you were here now, and you were stuck seeing him in class every time.

If only that was where it stopped. But then you discovered that he was on the college volleyball team with your brother Morisuke and apparently, they were thick as thieves. The nightmare just kept getting worse.

It’s not even that he was a jerk to you or he bullied you. You just thought he was too cocky and loud and the smirk he supported was stupid. Unfortunately, the moment he found out that you didn't like him, he made it his mission to annoy the crap out of you any chance he got.

He would make jokes about your height, or how uptight you were. He would call you dumb under his breath if you got something wrong in class, or would snicker when the teacher corrected you. He had a taunting lilt to his voice when he talked to you, like his mere words were making fun of you. It was embarrassing, and it stung a bit, but mostly it served to make you angry. Morisuke would always tell you to let it go. That Kuroo was a provocative and inflammatory person by nature, but at this point even his voice annoyed you.

“What kind of pleasure does this bring you?” You gritted out, refusing to look up at his stupid grin.

“It tingles me just right, sweets.” He replied.

“Ugh.” You made a disgusted face, giving him a look that hopefully communicated that.

“You are gross.” You responded, turning back to your book. “Now can you please leave? I have a quiz I need to study for.”

Kuroo hummed, as if contemplating your request. He leaned back in his chair, balancing it precariously on its two back legs. They squeaked in the silence of the library, making your cheek twitch.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m waiting for Yaku, remember?”

“And he told you to meet him here?” You didn’t look up at him.

“No, I told him to meet me here.”

You glared at him. “To purposely annoy me? Is that it? Why can’t you just stay away from me?”

He scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, sweets.”

You turn to him completely this time. “Then what is it, Kuroo? Why the hell are you obsessed with me? How pathetic are you?”

Kuroo stared at you incredulously. “Obsessed with you?”

He leaned forward until his face was inches from yours, eyes narrowed in anger. You nearly reeled back but held yourself in place.

“You’ve got some nerve. Thinking everything is about you. You think I give a single fuck about you? You’re just Yaku’s whiny little sister who thinks the world revolves around her. You’re not worth my time, or anyone else’s. Get your head out of the clouds or you’re going to end up taking a fall you won’t survive.”

You stared at him in shock, watching him gather his bag and water bottle before he stood up and hastily left. You stared at his retreating back, and felt anger burn through you as his words registered in your head.

You ignored the hot tears that stung your eyes.

…………………

The knock on your dorm room door startled you, and you stared at it warily. You contemplated whether you should open it or not. Maybe you could stay quiet and pretend no one was home. You weren't really in any mood to talk to people.

“I know you’re in there. The light is on.”

You nearly groaned, eyes squeezing shut. Anger boiled up in you again, and in a moment of impulse, you rushed to the door, opening it with more force than necessary.

“You've got some nerve.” Your voice shook in anger when you met his golden eyes. “Coming here after the shit you said to me today.”

Kuroo sighed, shoulders slumping. “I came to apologize for that.”

You laughed in disbelief. “What part, Kuroo? Me being whiny or me being pathetic?”

He scowled. “I didn't call you pathetic.”

“You’re getting hung up on the semantics now?!” You shrieked, stepping back to slam the door shut. Kuroo shot his foot out, blocking you from doing so.

“Excuse me? I’m not going to apologize for something I didn't even say!” He stepped inside the room, shutting it behind him so your voices didn't carry into the halls. “In fact, I specifically remember you were the one who called me pathetic. Which you still haven’t apologised for, by the way.”

“Oh my god, I hate you!” You screamed, feeling your face get hot because of how angry you were.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual!” Kuroo screamed back, stepping forward until he was right in your face. You stiffened at how he was towering over you, his chest heaving and breaths coming heavy and quick. His teeth were clenched, making his jaw tick. Your eyes tracked the movement. You watched a small droplet of sweat run down the side of his face.

You stepped forward until your lips met his.

Kuroo jerked back, looking at you with wide eyes, mouth dropped open in shock. You stared at each other for a few moments, completely silent. Then, the dam broke.

Kuroo grabbed the sides of your face, sealing your lips together in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth, giving him the opening to slide his tongue over yours. You backed up until your legs hit your bed, falling back and Kuroo following you down, not breaking the kiss. Your limbs tangled together in a flurry, attempting to rip each other’s clothes off as quickly as you could.

“Can you hurry?” You broke the kiss, glaring at him as you tugged his shirt off.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” He bit back, pulling your sweatpants off your legs.

His lips met yours in the next moment, effectively silencing you except the little moans leaving your lips. His bare body felt heavenly against yours, and for the first time you thanked the lords that he was an athlete.

He broke the kiss again, making his way down your body with his lips. He bit at your right breast, making your breath stutter.

“Of course you would like that.” He chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up, Kuroo. Don’t ruin this-” You dissolved into a moan when he licked over your nipple, biting at it slightly before sucking. You sighed at the feeling.

His hand groped at your other breast, hips grinding down. His crotch pressed between your legs, and the pressure made you whine.

“Hurry up.” You pushed at his boxers, trying to tug them down.

“Say please~” Kuroo smirked up at you. You nearly slapped him.

“Over my dead body.”

Kuroo sighed and lifted himself off your body. He slid off you slightly, making to stand up. “Well, in that case-”

“No!” You sat up, biting your lip, staring at him. You groaned. “God, I hate you.”

Kuroo chuckled. You gasped when his fingers brushed over your clothed core, before hooking a finger into your panties and pulling them off you. His fingertips dipped into your slit. Your breath stuttered.

“Kuroo.” You stared at him, his eyes dark and pupils dilated. His lips parted, tongue peaking out just a little to run over them. His fingers continued their feather-light touch.

“Please,” you gave in.

“Please what, baby?” You whined at the nickname, feeling your core pulse. God, his voice was so husky. You stared at his lips, eyes wandering to his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, to the bulge in his underwear that was hinting at how big he probably was.

“Touch me, Tetsuro.” You whispered. “Please. Touch me, fuck me. You want me to shut the fuck up? Make it happen, then.”

He was on you the next moment, teeth digging into your skin and fingers burying themselves deep in your pussy. You yelped and moaned, spreading your legs more so he could hit deeper. His fingers were so long and delicious, reaching your spot and rubbing against it just right. Within seconds, he had you seeing stars.

“You’re such a brat.” Kuroo bit out, fingers picking up speed instantly. You could barely breathe. Your body jolted under his movements. He was being so rough. “A spoiled little princess. Greedy girl. You’re even letting me fuck you just so you can get off.”

You cried at Kuroo’s words. Fuck. Why was this turning you on so much? You clenched around his fingers, and were met with the sight of his infamous smirk, except this time, it was so much hotter than any time you had seen it before. Kuroo looked like he was enjoying the crap out of this.

“Oh, you love this, don’t you?” He goaded you, curling his fingers until your back was arching off the bed. “Such a slut. What, you got a humiliation kink or something?”

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, tears swimming in your vision as your toes curled.

You should've known. This was Kuroo Tetsuro you were with. There’s no way he would let you have anything good. You nearly wailed when he pulled his fingers out, soaking wet with your juices.

“Kuroo!” You cried, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Don’t- why?!”

You didn’t even care that he was witnessing you break down over this. You were just about to have what could have been the most intense orgasm of your life and he denied you it.

“You fucking asshole-”

He shushed you, leaning over and shifting slightly. Something hard prodded at your entrance, before sinking into you in one fluid motion. Your mouth dropped open at the feeling, jaw going slack. He was big, long and oh so hard, and he grazed all the right spots as he slid into you.

Kuroo wiped the tears that soaked your cheeks, brushing his nose against yours in a manner that was almost affectionate. You stared up at him, still dizzy from your almost orgasm a few moments ago. His eyes held a glint that told you tonight was going to be brutal in the best way possible.

And you were right. Kuroo fucked you through three orgasms before he even slowed his pace. You were left a blabbering, bumbling mess by the time his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you, warm cum washing over your walls, pushing you through one more orgasm as his unrelenting fingers rubbed at your abused, swollen clit. He didn’t care when you whined at him to stop. He was merciless throughout. It was rough and hot and it made you see stars.

You didn’t even register when his body left yours, or when he came back and ran a washcloth over the mess between your legs. You turned on your side, back sore from all the arching. You were still out of breath as he tugged on his clothes, watching him fix his hair. Well, as fixed as his messy hair could get. Aside from the sweat on his face and his slightly heavy breathing, he seemed unfazed. You would think he was out for a run, not rearranging your guts.

You didn’t realize he was staring at you until a few moments later, when he leaned over to brush your hair off your face. His signature smirk spread over his lips.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had too.”

You scowled as he straightened up, making his way to the door. “What the hell do you mean ‘too’?

He didn’t answer, humming happily to himself as he tugged his shoes on.

“You aren’t the best sex I’ve ever had.” You sat up, feeling your face turn red. He gave you a look that was so smug it made you stiffen in embarrassment. You knew he didn’t believe a word you just said. You also knew that Kuroo’s already humongous ego was about to shoot through the fucking roof.

“You’re not.” You mumbled. Kuroo pulled the door open, still supporting the insufferable smirk on his face, giving you a teasing wink.

“You’re not, Kuroo!” You called behind him as the door clicked shut. Sighing, you flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling and ruminating on everything that had just happened.

Fuck.

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[sakanoshitaa]

you had never particularly liked sharing a bed with anyone. tolerated, sure. you shared a bed with a handful of people through college and your early twenties- hookups, situationships, partners. but you always hated cuddling while sleeping. the sensation of being touched, the sound of the other’s breathing, all too much and preventing you from drifting off.

your partners learned to accept your “no touching while sleeping” rule. you cuddled plenty in the morning, but were alone at night. when one of you went out of town you secretly relished in having the bed all to yourself.

you thought this was how it would always be. that you were just different and liked sleeping alone. that is, until you met kuroo.

in so many ways, your relationship with him was unlike anything you had ever experienced. everything was so easy, you two just fit together. you understood that he was your person. and you were surprised to find that you didn’t mind sleeping curled up against him, wrapped in his arms. his touch comforted, rather than perturbed. you had no trouble falling asleep pressed into tetsuro.

after a few months of living together, he left for a couple weeks on a jva business trip. astonishingly, when you went to lay down the night he left, you were sad to find the bed empty. you found yourself having a hard time falling asleep without him, when for so long, with anyone else, it was the opposite. a foreign feeling. welcome, but still a little hollow, especially with how long he’d be away.

each night when you go to bed, you find yourself laying there, cold and a little lonely in the big bed. turning your thoughts over and over in your head like a rounded, flat pebble. wishing you were wrapped in tetsuro’s warm, secure embrace.

[hiraethwa]

𓈒 𓏸 — ghost of you

dancing through our house with the ghost of you

pairing: kuroo x reader a/n: pls yell at me thank you <3 i was on my period when the idea was concocted, blame my period :) word count: 6.7k bonus: listen to playlist while reading

“all we have to do is lower the net.” nekomata sensei’s comment became words that shaped kuroo tetsuro’s past, present and future. words that ignited his love for volleyball and fueled his purpose.

kuroo tetsuro, whose entire life mission is to lower the net, his passion for volleyball being the driving force to make the sport accessible for all. kuroo tetsuro, who joined the japan volleyball association straight out of university, because he is certain of his purpose. 

kuroo tetsuro, whose singular life mission is to lower the net—that is, until he met you, the official setter for japan’s national women’s volleyball team at the young age of 21. 

at 24, kuroo had been in the jva sports promotional division for a few years now, having seen all sorts of players whether it be setters or spikers, liberos or middle blockers. but you, with your flawless setting form, the cunningness in your eyes and the cogs spinning behind them, and your utmost dedication to your spikers, you caught him by surprise. 

his immediate thought was that your impeccable technique reminded him of kageyama. certainly, to say that would be an insult to who you are as a setter. after all, you are you and he is him. no two setters are the same. 

kuroo might as well have fallen to his knees the moment he saw your seamless cross court set. 

by the grace of some deity, kuroo tetsuro did not. he somehow managed to introduce himself to you without embarrassing himself when your team took a break, using his position with the jva as an excuse. apparently, it was something he did with all the new players for the national team—a complete lie that he came up with on the fly. 

“kuroo tetsuro, kuroo-san.” he thinks he was a goner the moment he heard his name rolling off your tongue, the timbre of your voice dulcet yet firm, as he handed you his business card. he almost asked you to call him tetsuro, but he caught himself in time, cursing kenma for infecting him with his casual mannerisms.

since that day, kuroo started to find excuses to stop by the women’s volleyball practice more often, for case studies, he said. he learned that you started playing volleyball at 8, and that you wanted to be a setter because you hated digs, and you loved doing sets and coming up with strategies to mess with the opposing team’s minds. 

thanks to the internet, he also learned that you are one of the most prominent, rising setters in the global volleyball scene, one of a handful of setters who has an unreadable setting form.

“i’m still not good at serving though,” you said to him one day, frowning. he opened his mouth to disagree, but one of the other players waved at you to get back to practice. you commented offhandedly, “anyway, yuki-senpai told me you are showing up a lot lately since i joined.”

you didn’t give him a chance to explain himself, however, dropping your towel on the bench and running back to the court. kuroo promised himself that he would ask you out the next time he sees you. 

at least, that was what he told himself for the last three times he stopped by practice in the past two weeks. 

“you know, i was under the impression that the jva office is in this building, but i recently found out that it’s actually two train stations away.” you took a swig of your pocari sweat, composing yourself for your next question. “is there a reason you seem to always be here, kuroo-san?”

that was the day kuroo folded, finally asking you out on a proper date. he somehow managed to get a reservation for two at 8pm at the up-and-coming omakase place in ginza by calling in a few favors. 

you knocked the breath out of him when you exited the subway gates in a flowy summer dress. he almost forgot his own name as you walked up to him, a shy smile on your lips after locating him in the rush hour crowd. 

to this day, he wonders how you did it—finding him, another suited office worker in the packed subway station.

to his disappointment, he found himself outside the restaurant after an uneventful dinner. the fine dining atmosphere provided little to no opening for any meaningful conversation, save for a few hushed whispers exchanged between the two of you. 

looking at you, he wondered if you would give him a second chance. you, with stars in your eyes and a light blush across your cheeks, courtesy of the sake you drank. 

probably not. kuroo tetsuro was too much of a coward to ask, for he prepared to bid you good night just as you opened your mouth to say something.

“i know a yakitori place not far from here, wanna go?” kuroo blinked, lifting his head to meet your eyes, surprise shining through his own.

a grin threatened to split his face. “with you? anywhere.” 

you ended up bonding over meat skewers and beers in the cramped hole-in-the-wall yakitori bar frequented by salarymen after long days of work better than you did at the fancy omakase restaurant.

that night kuroo tetsuro learned that despite your star-studded status, you never learned to enjoy the luxury that came with it, preferring to keep to the familiar comforts of your university days.

“i know a really good onigiri place,” kuroo remarked at the end of the night, having ridden the train back to your place with you to ensure you get home safe and sound. 

“oh? maybe i know where it is,” curiosity lined your eyes as you prattled off the top onigiri restaurants you have found in tokyo. “so, where is it, kuroo-san?”

“osaka,” kuroo grinned at you. he was taking a rather large gamble, asking you on a second date to a different city, but he had a feeling you would say yes. 

you blinked, a smile growing at your lips, and without missing another beat, “i hear it’s only two hours away by shinkansen.”

just like that, kuroo met his match in you. he never stood a chance against you; one date quickly turned into two, into three, and many, many more. 

it was a whirlwind romance across the eastern country full of stolen time shared with each other. a weekend in okinawa, only the two of you with the clear skies and the vast ocean. strolling through the streets of osaka, young and in love. meeting you in another city during your away games, proudly cheering your team on. 

visiting the daigo-ji temple late fall in kyoto, making saisen, the customary money offering, with five-yen coins before bowing with pressed palms and offering your prayers. kuroo had stolen a glance at you in that short moment, finding himself hoping that the gods were listening to his prayers. 

then a week later, when kuroo got on one knee just a few weeks shy of your one year anniversary, ring in hand, asking you to be his wife, you had said yes without hesitation. that day, he promised himself that you would not end up like his parents.

you got married in the middle of volleyball season, spurred on by the desire to have your wedding anniversary on the same date as your dating anniversary. it was an intimate event, only close family and friends were invited to the celebration of your love. you had both agreed that it was best to keep it quiet from the press to avoid any unwanted public attention—and pressure.

and so you exchanged your vows under an arch draped with dusk pink flowers of every type surrounded by the people who knew you best; to cherish and to hold the other always, and to remember love. tears of happiness were shed at the altar, a river merely from the two of you. 

even with two left feet, you danced the night away with the love of your life, before the guests sent you off on your short honeymoon getaway to an onsen resort at fuji-san. only two people who were madly in love, basking in each other’s undivided attention before duty calls you back to tokyo. 

and so kuroo tetsuro finds another purpose in life—you. 

now, kuroo admits that it has been a while since he got time to have you to himself. both your work have been swallowing up your time since you got back from fuji-san almost a year ago, but you still managed to make time for each other, even if you are not going on dates. 

he thinks he is a lucky man to have the honor of calling you his wife.

almost a whole year already, huh. kuroo makes a mental note to make a reservation at the restaurant where he proposed to you. 

“kuroo-san, yoshida-san wants to see you.” ah, yes, work calls. the previous thought slips his mind by the time he leaves his boss’s office. 

soon enough, the week rolls by. 

kuroo knows that he fucked up when he finds 11 missed calls from you after he sent his client off. three hours ago, nine of them within the span of the first thirty minutes, and two final attempts two hours ago. his heart drops as his eyes land on the four digit date on his homescreen. he missed your anniversary dinner.

fuck. you don’t pick up on the first two calls. his heart thunders in his chest. he thinks he hears ringing in his ears that is not the dial tone, but finally, thankfully, you pick up on the third. 

“sweetheart, i am so sorry—” he blurts, strings of apologies that fall naturally from his mouth as he begs for your forgiveness. “i’m on my way home, we can still go out to the yakitori place you love—”

“i’m not home.” silence stretches between the two of you as kuroo fumbles for his words. careful, he needs to be careful of his choice of words right now. 

“where are you? c-can i come find you?” he stumbles over his words, his heart still pounding too fast. all he can think about is how much he fucked up.

kuroo holds his breath, praying to the gods to look kindly upon him as he waits for your answer. in all honesty, you have every right to tell him off right now, but he desperately hopes otherwise. “i’m at the training center.”

of course. why didn’t he think of it? whenever you are frustrated, you train and let yourself loose on the court. “wait for me, i’ll be there in 20.”

you are waiting in the lobby of the facility when he gets there, panting after running the four blocks over from the subway station. “y/n, sweetheart,” he almost knocks you over with the sheer intensity of his embrace, squeezing the air of your lungs. 

“tetsuro, you’re late,” a frown mars your beautiful features once he releases you, and he finds himself smoothing over the knot between your eyebrows. 

“i know, i am sorry, love.” he pulls you close, your chin resting on his shoulder. “will you let me make it up to you?”

there is a second of hesitation before you answer, “okay.” but kuroo misses the look of conflict that flashes across your face, distracted with dissuading his own fears that your marriage is safe, intact.

he vows to never let you go through that again. though it never comes to that.

it’s kageyama tobio that makes you realize something is wrong with your marriage. 

kageyama tobio, the pinnacle of setters in men’s volleyball as introduced by your then boyfriend, whose contact was lighting up your phone, startled you as you attempted to make dinner. 

shit, shit, shit. you forgot to tell him that you won’t be able to make your monthly practice meetup today, having sprained your ankle at the practice match against france a few days ago. well… sprained would be understating the bluish-purple color blossoming on your left foot. 

you fumbled for your phone, picking up the call. “kageyama-san?” the slim device is balanced between your ear and shoulder as you try to flip the omelette. damn it, it’s burnt. “ah, sorry. i forgot to tell you that i won’t be able to make it to practice today.”

“it’s fine, kuroo-san. i was at your match on sunday. are you doing alright?” right, the match that tetsuro missed again because of something that came at work with his client. work that took precedence over his promise to you to attend the match.  

“oh, that? i’m fine,” you absentmindedly reached for a plate a little too far to the left, causing you to put your weight on your left foot as you catch your balance. you muffled the cry rising from your throat, hoping it didn’t carry over the call. 

“that didn’t sound like you are fine.” your hands are placed on the counter, holding yourself up as you steadied yourself on your right foot. your rapid heartbeat boomed in your ears, uneven breaths leaving your mouth in small pants as you realize you could have fallen and cracked your head open on the corner of the countertop. “send me your address, i’ll be over soon.”

fuck. you felt pathetic, unable to do mundane tasks that take little to no effort with two functional ankles. but this, this you could do. hunger forgotten, you slid down next to the stove, knees to your chest, and typed in your home address to the other setter.

the buzz of your doorbell startled you from doom scrolling social media a good 45 minutes later. 

you scooted over the door on your knees, unlocking the front door for kageyama, mortifyingly realizing a second too late that you should have gotten to your foot to greet your guest.

“sorry, i just need to get up—” he wordlessly lent you a hand for support as you rose up on your good foot, helping you hobble over to the living room. “thanks.”

kageyama tobio frowned at you, displeasure etched into the lines of his forehead, eyes concentrated on your discolored ankle. “it looks worse than it feels.”

he did not trust your words, for he was squatting down in front of the couch to take a look at your injury. “then this shouldn’t hurt, right?” his finger reached out to poke your ankle. 

“don’t—” you winced, eyes closed in anticipation of the pain that would follow. but there isn’t any, your eyes flying open to find kageyama staring back at you in disappointment. 

“kuroo-san, you need to get this looked at. it looks serious.” reluctantly, you agreed with him, expressing your consent for him to call the team physician in to assess your condition.

watching kageyama step outside your home to make the call, you felt something akin to lightning cleaving your chest open, heart exposed and breaking as you realized how much you yearned for tetsuro to be the one here right now, fussing over you. 

tetsuro had been surprised to find you still at home at 9am on a monday morning. 

“i twisted my ankle.” you had stated, looking up from your book momentarily when you heard him shuffling out of the bedroom dressed for work. you appreciated the view, unable to recall the last time you saw him in a suit since your schedules rarely overlapped with yours starting early in the day, and his ending late at night. 

“make sure to ice it, sweetheart.” he had commented distractedly, attention on his work tablet, kissing you on your forehead on his way out. it’s not that tetsuro doesn’t love you, he has just grown forgetful over time, complacent in your marriage. 

it’s too bad that complacency kills, sniffing out the weaknesses in the foundation of your love, snaking its way into crevices in the bedrock of your marriage. and just like water, it erodes the strongest rock with persistence and time. 

there were only two things you loved more than life itself. one being kuroo tetsuro, the other being volleyball. and if your marriage is falling apart… what if your stubbornness made your injury worse than it was? if you didn’t have volleyball, the one thing you could always fall back on, then what would you even live for?

suddenly the room felt too small, closing in around you. your breathing turned heavy, the air in your lungs no longer enough to supply life-bearing oxygen to your bloodstream.

“you’re going to be fine.” kageyama’s voice broke you away from your internal panic. lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even hear the front door close. he leaned against the wall in the hallway, jerking his chin at you. “what if this injury cost me the spot on the olympic roster? what if i can’t play in the olympics? what if my smallest misstep cost me everything? what if i can’t play volleyball ever again?”

“what are you—” he waved his hand, cutting you off mid sentence. 

“that’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?” kageyama shook his head at you. “but kuroo-san, you’re the best setter we have, and you’re strong. you’ll make it back.” his matter-of-fact statement left no room for argument. 

still, your smile did not reach your eyes. tired, you were so tired. “thanks, kageyama-san.”

“eat. the food is getting cold.” you nodded, digging into the takeout kageyama brought with him—shiozake with rice, once again wishing that tetsuro was here instead of kageyama. you swallow your food forcefully, as if the thought of tetsuro being here and telling you that the salted salmon would be beneficial for your body repairing itself didn’t cause you to crumble. 

the other setter pretended he didn’t see the tears gliding down your cheeks into your food, quietly keeping you company until the physician showed up. 

the team physician diagnosed you with a grade 2 ankle sprain and prescribed you plenty of rest and burden off your ankle—basically the equivalent of a bed rest as a professional athlete. she also made sure to scold you for not taking it easy after your injury and not alerting her sooner before leaving. 

“is kuroo-san going to be back soon?” kageyama asked, glancing at the clock that was ticking close to 9pm. the winter (almost spring) sun had disappeared down the horizon a long time ago, and you realized he meant your husband. 

“do i look like an invalid, kageyama-san? i’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” 

“duly noted, kuroo-san.” he smiled wryly at you. kageyama slipped his shoes on, opening his mouth to say something before deciding otherwise. the front door clicked shut behind him, leaving you with his parting words of “see you next month”.

next month. he said next month. the physician had anticipated your sprain to heal in four to six weeks, with the partial tearing of your ankle ligament. four weeks. you can give yourself that. you can work with that. just 28 days before you get back on the court where you lived and breathed. just one foot forward at a time.

but those thoughts flew out of your mind as tetsuro came home early. 10:09pm. that was early for your husband who sometimes came home in the middle of the night smelling like cigarettes and beer—or not at all, when he pulled all-nighters in his office.

tetsuro, whose tie is loosened and slightly crooked, examined your foot, a frown on his handsome face. tetsuro, who is cleaning up the mess of dishes in the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as he asked about your day. 

tetsuro, who made you forget all your worries and troubles about your marriage, as he doted on you, making sure you had enough water in the glass on your nightstand and propping your ankle on a pillow. 

tetsuro, who made an effort to be there for you in the following weeks, making breakfast before he goes to work, leaving lunch for you in the fridge and taking his work home by 6pm so he could make you dinner. tetsuro, who took some days to work from home in the beginning, taking care of you and holding you tightly in his arms when you revealed your fears about the upcoming olympics, wiping the tears that stained your face away as if they were never there. 

you remembered why you fell in love with kuroo tetsuro. 

you return to the court after five weeks at home, restlessness in your bones from the long period of inactivity. you know tetsuro felt it too, eager to dive back into his work after holding himself back the first few weeks to take care of you. that made the two of you.  

after two weeks, you both agreed that you have recovered enough for him to return to the office full-time. by the fifth week, he has gone back to his former habit of staying at work into the late nights and early mornings.

you convinced yourself that your husband needed to catch up on the work that was on the backburner when he had to take care of you. reassured yourself that the lack of intimacy was due to your recovery and work taking its toll on your husband. 

your marriage wasn’t falling apart before your eyes. right?

you first brought your worry up to him after a month rolled by, feeling relieved when he started coming home by dinner again, only to find him slipping back into his routine. so you do it again. and again. 

and again.

but as more weeks fly by, the olympics on the horizon, his behavior unchanged despite your attempts at saving your marriage, you start to wonder if he remembered why he fell in love with you. 

you can’t say that tetsuro never makes an effort. he does, although work seems to always be on the forefront of his mind, taking up whatever space is in his head.

“can i call you back, sweetheart? suzuki-san wants to speak to me about my proposal.” you presume suzuki-san is his boss, even though the name sounds unfamiliar to you. 

“sure, but it’s just— honey, we barely see each other anymore.” it’s a slap to the face when you realize you’re speaking to the dial tone. 

it feels as though each time you take a step forward to repair your relationship, you take two steps back. kuroo’s work always comes up on top. the better he gets at his job, the more in demand he becomes, the more projects with high visibility gets assigned to him, the more his passion for volleyball takes him away from you. 

you are at the crossroads within yourself, each turn at odds with your beliefs, your wishes, your love for kuroo tetsuro. you never faulted him for being so devoted to his job. after all, are you not the same? how can you fault him for something you love about him? 

assigning blame is not equivalent to feeling resentment, however. you hated the feeling of resentment towards kuroo with each missed date, with each broken promise, with each night of waking up to a cold bed. you were afraid of what awaits you at the end of the road. 

you love kuroo tetsuro. that is a fact. you love yourself. that is also a fact.

so how can you ever make him choose between you and volleyball? you will not force that ultimatum upon him, not even knowing your own answer to it. but you love kuroo tetsuro, the same way you love volleyball. the same way he loves volleyball. 

you decide you would rather be the villain in his story before you make him choose. 

you love kuroo tetsuro. that is why you made your decision to leave with love in your heart before love turns to poison. after all, love and hate go hand in hand, and you are already walking the fine line between them. 

you make an appointment with his secretary, smiling wistfully at her as you walk into his office. kuroo has climbed the ladder to a height you can no longer reach. 

the cubicle that you used to drop by is now occupied by an unfamiliar face, where photos of the two of you once covered one entire wall. in contrast, his neat office is effectively devoid of all traces of your relationship, save for the ring on his finger. 

“sweetheart?” he perks up at the sight of you before a frown appears on his handsome face. his bedhead still a constant feature of his. at least some things never change. “it’s great to see you, but i have a 2pm coming in soon.”

his comment should not hurt as much as it does. but of course it does, you still love kuroo desperately, you’re just not sure if that is enough anymore. 

“kuroo, i’m your 2pm.”

“oh,” confusion flashes across his features for a quick second before it disappears. “well, what can i do for you, sweetheart?”

for all the different ways you have thought of this conversation going, all the different ways of easing into the topic, you can’t seem to find the words to break his heart. 

right person, wrong time. you would be lying if you said you never thought of it. of what could have been if you met him later on in his career, when he has done all he wanted to do, when he has achieved what he set out for. would he have time for you then?

would it be the kuroo tetsuro you fell in love with?

that was the most difficult question you grappled with the past few weeks as you waited for your lawyer to draft the papers. would your relationship work out if you had met each other in your prime, perhaps a few years from now, when you have both reached the height of your careers? when the strenuous uphill battles of establishing yourselves in your fields are over?

perhaps. perhaps you could have settled down, the days of grinding far behind you. perhaps you could have had the happily ever after you both deserved.

answers that will forever evade you because in this timeline, in this universe, you met too early, too young. right person, wrong time.

you wordlessly hand him the brown packet of divorce papers. there are simply no words that would make this any easier.

“what are these—” he slumps in his chair, defeat written in his being. “divorce? sweetheart, isn’t this going too far? we can talk things out when i come home. i don’t have time right now.”

“kuroo, you haven’t had time in a long while. that is why i am filing for divorce.”

“we talked about this. i am busy now, but i will have time for us later. all the work i am doing is for our future. please, y/n.”

“but i don’t need your time later. i need it now, kuroo.” you grip the edge of his table tightly, knuckles turning white with force. and yet, tears still slip from your eyes. “sign the papers, tetsuro. just let me go.”

if you’re the one ending the marriage, why does it feel like your heart is ripped out of your chest?

kuroo has seen you cry a total of three times in your entire relationship. once when you got married. second when your maternal grandfather passed away. third when you hurt your ankle, unsure if you would be able to compete in the olympics. tears that shocked him to the core, because he knows you mean it. 

minutes pass by without another word exchanged between you. stolen minutes that used to be full of laughter and hushed conversations. 

you see it now, you think. the time that used to be carved out of your days for each other, whether it was a quick call or lunch, sharing downtime before bed watching some tv or simply cuddling and merely enjoying each other’s presence. you both used to do that, used to each other’s packed schedules. somewhere along the line, kuroo stopped. 

you did too, not pushing him harder to give you more time sooner. you tried to play the role of an understanding wife and support his dreams until it was too late. to what end?

in the end, you both failed each other. 

it was that realization that made you understand — you and kuroo tetsuro were doomed from the start. doomed by your love. doomed by the very thing that brought you together. two souls in the universe shooting in opposite trajectories, fated to cross paths for a brief moment in time before barreling onwards to your next destination, destined for loneliness.

but kuroo refused to give up without a fight. though you wondered if it was because he loved you or because he felt like he had to. 

you went on dates every week and kuroo came home for dinner every night. he kissed you on your forehead every night before you turned on your side, two strangers sharing the same bed. 

the two of you tiptoeing over the broken pieces of your marriage, choosing to turn a blind eye to the way your hands don’t seem to fit quite right. the chopsticks you made in a workshop to commemorate your anniversary warped in the dishwasher from disregard. the shape of your bodies no longer fitting together like two puzzle pieces, as if you have outgrown each other.

the cup of matcha on your side of the table has long since gone cold. you didn’t have the heart to remind your husband that you don’t like the grassy drink anymore, hadn’t in a while. 

you see a husband who is desperately trying to save his marriage, but you also notice the lines in the corners of his eyes, the smiles that don't seem to reach his eyes no more. the cracks in his composure when he loses his temper. 

his efforts felt forced, duty-bound. so were yours. it wasn’t until that understanding that you finally put a name to the reason you are still trying after months—you were both scared of losing the familiarity, the ghost of your past selves still fighting to hold onto what once was. 

for three whole weeks during the olympics, you mull over the packet of papers that still sits untouched beneath your winter clothes in your bottom drawer of your shared apartment. by the time you fly home to japan, your mind is made.

this time though, you think kuroo saw it coming. 

“can’t you see that i am trying my best here?” the shadows underneath his eyes remind you of a past that you cannot return to. 

“sometimes our best is still too late.” kuroo y/n no longer sounds quite right coming off your tongue. 

the evidence of your crumbling marriage lies bare in your absence. you could tell from the piles of project folders on your kitchen island that kuroo had been working himself to the bones while you were away, glad for the reprieve from splitting his focus between you and work. 

“but i love you.”

“does the moon die every morning for the sun because that is all it knows or because it loves the sun?”

kuroo slumps next to you, face buried in his hands. 

“don’t leave me, y/n.” his voice was broken and small. 

“it’s okay, tetsuro. it’s okay to let me go. we had a good run. just because we couldn’t last didn’t mean we failed.” you let kuroo find comfort in your arms one last time, running your fingers through his black hair and rubbing his back tenderly. “it’s okay.”

and so he lets you go, his name scrawled on each dotted line on the damned papers. 

by the end, you still loved kuroo tetsuro. you were just no longer in love with him. though strangely, it didn't hurt any less when you let the heavy door shut behind you, the key to what was once your home left on top of the shoe cabinet, your life packed in just two suitcases as you leave japan for good. 

two years have passed since you filed the papers and changed your name back to oumae y/n, but you look just as beautiful as the day he laid his eyes on you, standing in front of him after the all stars game, the match he put together with his bare hands for japan’s monster generation. you are beautiful, and you are here. in person. right in front of him. 

he wonders if he had died and gone to heaven because whatever gods are out there have listened to his prayers, and answered again. 

kuroo thinks he should probably get on the ground, grovel on his knees and beg for you to take him back. he knows you wouldn’t though, you were always disciplined like that. but you never looked back, another thing he loved dearly about you.

you still looked at him like you see through him to the core of who he was, seemingly able to get a perfect read on people you meet. 

“what?” you had woken up to kuroo admiring you in your sleep, the sun streaming in through the blinds hitting your face at just the right angle that kuroo thinks you might be an angel from heaven.

“nothing, just admiring how much of a gremlin you look like when sleeping.” your jaw had dropped open at kuroo’s audacity, causing him to cackle loudly as you smacked him with a pillow. 

“careful now, don’t knock over the coffee,” kuroo stuck his tongue out at you childishly. you tucked your hair behind your ear, carefully lifting the coffee mug to your lips, white sheet gathered under your arms to cover your naked body. 

though there is more depth behind your eyes now, more restraint written in your body language. and the coffee mug now sits untouched on the nightstand on your side of the bed, as if you’re still there in that apartment, laughing, dancing, waking up next to him if he closed his eyes and dreamed hard enough.

he racks his brain of the possible lines he could open the conversation with, ending up with a lame “did you enjoy the match, y/n?” y/n, not sweetheart, because he has long since lost the privilege to use that name when it came to you.

despite himself, and his knowing of you, he can’t help the small hope that flares to life within him at the sight of you. he knows that you have moved abroad to italy, joining aeroitalia smi roma since you went your separate ways. he still wakes up each morning, scouring news websites for anything about you, a habit he formed after he stopped waking up to a warmness on your side of the bed.

“kuroo,” you give him a polite smile, reminding him of the distance that now stretches miles between the two of you. kuroo, you called him kuroo. right, it has been a while since kuroo belonged to both of you. “it was an amazing match. all thanks to you, i am sure?”

it’s only natural that he can’t help the wide grin on his face, proud of his sweat and tears, his project that he spent years planning for to be perfect, working to establish faith and credibility before finally pitching it to the higher ups. time that he dedicated to work instead of his wife. 

the stark reminder wipes the grin off his face, making him grow serious once more.

“tell me, how have you been? how’s italy treating you?”

“i’m doing well. italy is beautiful, you should visit someday.” he takes a step closer to you, but you make no move to distance yourself. 

so he takes another step, hand outreached towards you. he missed you so much. he wonders if you did too. “i’m so sorry, y/n, i—”

but a voice behind him cuts him off, “kuroo-san, y/n.”

he wishes that he is mistaken in hearing the gentleness in the olympian setter’s voice when he said your name. just as he realizes whose number is on the jersey you are wearing. 

kageyama tobio stands next to you, too close to just be friends. “everything good here?” kuroo wishes that he is mistaken in seeing the softness in kageyama’s eyes sweeping over you from head to toe to make sure you are alright.

“of course. go ahead, i will catch up to you.” the dark-haired setter cocks his head at you, a silent conversation passes between the two of you before he decides that he is satisfied with whatever it is you conveyed to him wordlessly and leaves the two of you alone. 

kuroo stumbles over his thoughts, shock seeping into his system. you had moved on. with kageyama. 

betrayal sears hot across his chest as he recalls kageyama calling him when you had injured your ankle, worry carrying over the line. he didn’t think much of it then, rushing home as soon as he could to take care of you. 

even so, it was kageyama, practically a work colleague who noticed that your injury was much more serious than you let on. it was kageyama, who made sure a doctor saw to your injury, not kuroo, your husband. your ex-husband. 

did whatever you had with kageyama start then?

kuroo shoves that awful thought down, deep within himself where it would never see the light of day. you would never do that to him. he forces the words out of his mouth, anything to keep his mind from ever going back to that. “kageyama, huh?”

“he is the better half of me.” the sincerity in your voice makes him envious of the setter. the word unfair crosses his thoughts, but he also banishes that. kuroo had a chance with you first. he built a whole life with you before he threw it all away. 

he must not have shut out that repulsive thought as well as he thought because you sniff out the doubt in him as you always did. “ask me, kuroo.”

“when did you two…?” he does not dare to ask it outright, finding it offensive even on your behalf.

but somehow you know the question he is asking. “it happened in italy after i moved there.” the unspoken words relieving the heaviness on his chest. i didn’t cheat on you. 

“are you happy?” he could not help but ask. you hadn’t seemed happy in the last few months of your marriage, you hadn’t been in a long time because of his negligence as your husband.

“yes, i am.” your reply is quick and firm.

“good.” because gods know that he was not a good husband to you. because you deserved the very best anyone had to offer. and if it was kageyama who could do that, not him, kuroo could live with that. what choice does he have but to live with the fact that he let you slip through his fingers by his own fault?

yet he could not help the words that tumble out of his lips. “do you think it could have been different if i—” 

“don’t go down that path, kuroo, whatever answer you find at the end of it will not be kind to you. but to answer your question, i don’t think we were meant to be.” 

right. the past should stay where it belongs. only, kuroo wishes that you weren’t the only one who fell out of love. why didn’t he remember sooner before it was too late?

silence falls between the two of you, but you must have decided that you are satisfied with whatever it is you see in him, bidding him goodbye one last time. 

“take care, kuroo tetsuro.” it hits him your final words to him were the same as your first ones, his name slipping out in a dulcet whisper. only this time it carries a finality it didn’t used to.

kuroo tetsuro, whose entire life mission is to lower the net. he has achieved it—but at what cost?

tags: @tulip-room @bookskeepers a/n pt 2: notice how tetsuro slowly becomes kuroo and i oop—

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[aennasan]

Kuroo Tetsuro is not the type to tease someone. In fact, he is very kind to everyone and a gentleman to a lot of ladies. He is so friendly that at this point everyone adores him. But with you? He doesn't really know why, however, teasing you makes his day 100x better.

He loves seeing your scornful gaze, whenever he catches your stare, or when you are cutely trying to avoid him for the day. It's like you're telling him to follow and annoy you more.

He sometimes caught himself trying to find you just to piss you off. He can't help himself, your frown and pout is like a ray of sunshine to his hellish, mountain of workload.

Then one day, you stopped responding to his teasing, like you always do. You only heave out a heavy sigh, and told him that he is old enough to understand when someone doesn't enjoy being teased like that.

He was confused, bewildered even. What happened to his ray of sunshine?

After work, he was invited to drink with his officemates. Several pints of beer later, they revealed that you started dating someone- older and mature. They claimed you looked like your head over heels to your new guy. They also spilled- heard that your man, advised you to stop reciprocating to his teasing, if you truly want Kuroo to stop. And that, you did.

It doesn't feel good. He doesn't know this feeling growing inside his stomach, especially, when he mentioned "your man". It is disgusting. That couldn't be.

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[12:05 PM] Kuroo Tetsuro - A/B/O

I know you guys might have anticipated part 2 to Oikawa's story but I'm still finishing up on it! And to everyone who asked to be on the tag list - yes you all will be added and notified :) but here's a little distraction in the mean time...

Warning: explicit smut; A/B/O related explicit contents; Kuroo just being... Kuroo. .

Kuroo Tetsuro narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his favorite coworker.

Y/l/n Y/n has been quiet with him all morning, giving him a quiet greeting in the morning and completely and totally ignoring him. He wanted to tease her about her attire but something about her vibe made him think twice if he didn’t want to get chewed up.

Who wears a turtle neck top with an oversize sweater that topped it with a long cardigan? Was she that cold?

She had a serious expression every time he looked in her direction, and it was concerning to him, Y/n was always happy, cute, and adorable.

What really answered his assumption that she was ignoring him was when she dodged him smoothly down the hall when called out her name. As if she did not hear him call her name, she disappeared into the women’s bathroom. Tetsuro waited five minutes outside before walking away.

He looked down at his attire, does his suit smell? He swore he sprayed his cologne on.

Tetsuro couldn’t find Y/n during lunch, normally, they all ate lunch together but she was not at the table.

“Where is Y/n?” Tetsuro asked setting his tray down. The spot across from him was usually where Y/n sat, it made it easier for them to trade food every day but today the spot was empty.

Val motioned he had a mouthful of food and swallowed, “she went home, I don’t think she is feeling good.”

Tetsuro nodded before taking out his phone out. You okay? He texted.

No response.

The rest of the day, Tetsuro was antsy. He felt hot and then cold. He noticed his sense of smell had become more sensitive all of sudden. He tugged his tie loose to the point it was hanging off around his neck. The first four top buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

“I’m leaving,” he announced, his suit jacket was in his hand, and he was out the office doors before anyone could respond to him.

.

He knew where Y/n lived.

Of course he would, he was her superior.

He knocked, more like pounded on her door. “Y/n, it’s me, Tetsuro.”

No response.

“Just…” he pleaded, desperately. “Are you okay? Talk to me… please?”

His phone vibrated, a text message coming through.

I’m fine, I’m good, I’ll be better in a few days. Please leave.

“No, I need to see it for myself that you’re truly okay!” he shouted, not caring that the neighbor could hear.

Tetsuro, if you must really know, I’m in heat. Leave. Now.

His eyes scanned her message five times.

His heart pounded against his chest loudly and his throat feels dry.

“Let… let me help you.”

No.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Y/n. You can trust me.”

Tetsuro can see the text bubble but it would appear and disappear.

“You can trust me, Y/n. Let me help you.”

You shouldn’t trust me.

“I trust you. You know that.” He pounded on the door again, “Y/n!”

She wasn’t texting him anymore.

Tapping on her contact, he called her.

It rang.

And rang.

Pick up the call, he texted.

He called her again.

It rang.

And rang.

Just when he was about to text her again, the other line clicked. “Y/n! Open this door now.”

“I dreamed about you.” Her voice was quiet. “This morning I dreamed about you and… I’m so ashamed. I need you to respect me and leave, Tetsuro.”

His blood shot down south to his groin, of all times, he felt himself get hard just at the sound of her calling his first name. She never called him by his first name before.

It was always Kuroo-san.

“I like you, Y/n. I like you romantically. I have liked you for a long time… it makes me feel happy… excited that you dreamed about me because…” he knocked his head against her door, “I dream about you all the fucken time.”

Tetsuro jumps when he hears the door click and steps back as the door cracks revealing Y/n, with flushed cheeks, kissable lips and reeking sweet aroma.

The door slammed shut behind him as he enters her place, he barely taken off his shoes before he already grasped her face in his large hands and brought her lips to his to kiss her hungrily.

He backed her into the hallway, and she bumped into the wall before he spared her lips for a second, “I’ve imagined this for so long…”

Her eyes drop to his lips, and she leaned forward to peck his lips before biting down on his lower lip.

The one hand resting beside her head was ready to puncture through the wall as he restrained himself.

Tetsuro has imagined many times about kissing her. With their height difference too, she would have to really push herself on the tip of her toes to reach his lips.

But at this moment, he was desperate and was bending down to meet her lips.

His hand grope her waist, finding the end of her shirt and sliding his palm underneath and the feeling of her hot skin against his only drove him crazy. He cupped her breasts and tweak her nipples, tugging and twisting.

Her soft moans urged him and ignited the flames inside of him.

“I need you,” he mumbled against her lips. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned when her barely covered pussy pressed against his bulge. If he could only get rid of his slacks and her shorts, he could slip himself easily into her. He could feel her heat searing. “Bed… bedroom… tell me where your bedroom is?”

“Down the hall, first door to the left…” she murmured against his neck, nipping and sucking the skin there.

With his long strides, he kicked open the door and move to set her on the bed. He doesn’t wait, pressing a hand down her chest to tell her to stay down while he slips off her shorts and the moment the last barrier is stripped away, her sweet scent hits him with full force.

He takes a whiff of her scent and groans before spreading her thighs apart and devouring her pussy like a sacred ripe fruit.

“Mine,” he growl, slurping and licking. “You’re mine…” forever.

No one will touch what is his…

Y/n moaned and squirm under his touch, “more…” she begged, she tugged off her shirt, touching her chest. “More…”

Tetsuro looked up while sucking her clit and thrusting two fingers inside of her at the same time. When two of his fingers slipped in easily, he added a third to stretch her out. She was so wet and so accommodating that he knew she was made for him.

Her hips tremble as he suckled her dry. “Tetsu!”

His tongue continued to flicker against her swollen nub until she as pushing his head away, crying from overstimulation.

Tetsuro smiled in satisfaction, stepping away to allow his sacred fruit to recharge as he takes off his clothes.

He is surprised by the scowl on her face as she sit upright and tug his wrist as soon as he was naked like her. He fell on top of her and the touch of skin against skin was enough for them both to lose all senses and give into nothing but passion.

She flipped him onto his back and straddled his thighs. As if she wasn’t already driving him mad, she teased him more, riding his left thigh.

“I dreamed about stroking you and sucking you off… and then before I woke up…” she runs her palm against his chest and rubs his pucker nipple between her finger tips. “You fucked me hard from behind…” She crawled forward until her mouth was centimeters away from his. “Can you make my dream come true?”

Tetsuro stared into her eyes, “anything you want, baby.”

She smiled, the smile he loves so much. She scooted back and takes his long cock into her hand; her hand alone couldn’t wrap fully around. She stroke him and taking in just the tip into her mouth.

She showed him no mercy by immediately taking him as far as she could, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

It was his turn to squirm under her touch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swore, covering his face. “This is so good… you’re too good… fuck… your mouth, baby…” He groans, “baby… please… give me your pheromones.”

This should be about her, but Tetsuro felt like he was the one in rut.

His cock twitched inside her mouth as soon as he is hit with her pheromones.

It is beyond what he could have ever imagine.

He would gladly drown in it for the rest of his life.

Never sharing this… no, he can’t even bare the thoughts of letting her go now.

“’nough…” he taps her cheek, “let me fuck you from behind now… please…”

Y/n mouth lets his hard cock go with a pop sound and shifts off of him to position herself on her hands and knees. Tetsuro comes from behind and he stares down at Y/n, waiting for him.

She looks over her shoulders at him and as soon as she felt it, his alpha pheromones, she submitted, pushing her ass higher and giving herself to him.

He runs his large hand down her lower back to her shoulder blades, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you’re mine…”

“I’m yours, yours Tetsuro…”

God, he loved how she said his name. It was as if it was hers now, he is hers.

He smiled, “and I’m yours, Y/n. Yours only.”

She rest her head on the bed, smiling. “Breed me, breed me by the end of the night... make me yours as you promise.”

He was not in rut, but that doesn’t mean the chance of breeding her while she was in heat was impossible.

Tetsuro would have to wait for his next rut to knot her and if she wasn’t already breed then, he would breed her with his knot and mark her.

“I shall,” he promise and slides his cock into her pussy in one thrust.

He takes a few second to allow them both to come adjust. His cock is cuddled warmly and softly inside her pussy, and he never wants to be anywhere else.

He grips her hips and starts thrusting, long and hard strokes.

Her moans echo her room with the sound of skin slapping skin. Her fingers grip tightly against her comforters, holding tightly against his thrusts.

Tetsuro drapes over her, rutting as if he too is in rut. The tip of his cock is so sensitive that every time it touches the opening of her cervix, it sends shivers down his cock. His sacks, heavy with cum bounces and smacks her clit with each thrust. His nose trails along her shoulder until he can smell where her sweet scent is most radiant and as soon as he finds the spot that is emitting, he licks the spot before his teeth chomped down.

The mark wouldn’t be permanent, but it was a good enough temporary mark for now.

Her whimper and cry of his name pushed him close to the edge and Tetsuro releases the skin and withdraws, flipping her onto her back.

A hand combs his damp hair back and out of his eyes, Tetsuro’s half hooded gaze falls on Y/n’s tear streaked face. Happy tears.

“I want to see your face as I cum inside of you…” he widens her legs before teasing the tip of his cock pass her folds and gently thrusting fully. He hovers over her, keeping their eyes locked as he makes sweet love to her.

Y/n cup his face, thumb rubbing his cheeks, “I… I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers in returned, “I love you too…”

Tears slip from the corner of her eyes, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t cry…”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close.

His arms slip behind her knees and pushed her knee further into the bed, feeling his cock sank deeper.

“So close… so close – gonna cum… going to breed you…” he muttered hotly into her ear. He pounded into her thrice before his hips shake with spasm.

“Tetsu…” her weak cries resonance as she filled hotly with his cum to the point she feels the overspill. “Wait… too much…”

Tetsuro chuckles and pulls back to look down at her, “there’s no such thing as too much…” he kissed the tip of her nose. He shifts down to her chest, taking a whole mound into his mouth, swirling his tongue against her nipple.

He winced at her squeezing around his sensitive cock that he lets go. He admires how red the nipple has become under his mouth. His palm squeezes both her breasts, “I want these filled with so much milk.”

At his own statement, he feels the last ejaculation and convulse.

“How… how do you cum so much?” Y/n asked innocently, wincing at being filled to the brim. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, feeling the bulge.

Sitting upright, he leans back and slowly withdraw and immediately his cum gushes out.

“If I am correct, this is nothing compared to when I knot you…”

Her eyes widen. “You will cum even more then this?”

“Well, yes, if I don’t successfully breed you now, when I am in rut – my knot will surely impregnant you.”

.

Val looked at Tetsuro and Y/n suspiciously as they enter the room together a few days later. “Why… do you two… look…”

Tetsuro lifts his hand, the hand that’s intertwined with Y/n’s, “we’re together now.”

. . .

E/n: Believe it or not, Kuroo was my first HQ love... lol and then it became Sakusa and Suna... I have a thing for these dark hair 2D men.

>>>@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[tetsunova]

you don’t don’t know when you fell for him.

maybe it was the time when he surprised you, as you walked through the door. he danced around by himself to ‘fly me to the moon’ playing on the vinyl and didn’t stop when he took notice of you. instead he danced his way to you with the warmest smile you’ve seen on his face and offered you his hand. maybe it was that look of love in his eyes when you both danced that made you fall deep, and fall fast.

or maybe it was when he suddenly stopped talking about his day when he noticed how vigilantly you were listening. when you wondered why he kissed and called you beautiful; and that dammed pretty smile of his followed after which he continued talking about his day. maybe that fluttering in your stomach was a sign that your heart knew.

it could’ve also been the first time you woke up next to him in bed as he lay there stomach down and half of his back was covered by the sheets. the way the sun shimmered on the honey kissed skin made him look so handsome you could melt. he was at peace, and that was rare. with all the school work, he was stressed although he didn’t show it. but that’s the beauty of kuroo tetsuro.

as absurd as it is, the possibility of falling because of his stupid chemistry puns can’t be ruled out. regardless of one being worse than the other, you realised you wouldn’t mind listening to them for the next two years, or five, or maybe the rest of your life.

and, let’s be honest, who can resist that flat ass and thick thighs??? i mean have you seen how *censored*

of course there’s arguments, no relationships perfect it’s really surprising to you how he handles it calmly and apologises when he knows he’s wrong. he’s had his fair share of failed past relationships, specifically his family so he learnt from them, which is so so admirable. maybe that’s why you can’t stay mad at him for too long, he always makes it up to you.

but most of all, does it really matter? he’s yours. yours to call a best friend, yours to call a partner, (and a roaster too at times) and he’s yours to call home. no body else’s. you get to see him at his best and you get to see him at his worst- be there for him just as he is there for you. he’d stay up for you till 3 am to help you out for the test the next day, he’d make you soup if you were sick, get you chocolate if you were having a bad day and every goofy charming thing that makes kuroo tersuro, kuroo tetsuro.

tags: @ri-days @just-that-bi-girl @bokubear @yatsurinamikaze @sakusaww @mxtchalilies @meromelo @rinslove @suckerforsugawara @rae-main @passionateuchiha

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[cozyrecords]

Volleying Love

Here's another post for one of my favourite characters, Kuroo Tetsurou <3

I hope you guys enjoy reading this and any suggestions are welcome!

Kuroo is an all-time famous volleyball player and there is no denying that but so is the fact that he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Nekoma. You guys have seen each other's most vulnerable sides to the most embarrassing moments. Not to mention also the times when you guys have been in a really heated argument once but thankfully made up just in time.

Of course, you guys were nothing more than just best buddies, right? Or so you thought...

"Y/N, my beloved...I have missed you a ton!" Kuroo dramatically clutches his heart, entering the class.

"I think you guys met yesterday?" Lev questions, showing the recent post on Kuroo's social media where he took your picture while playing claw machine at an amusement park.

You rolled your eyes, shook your head, and released an annoyed sigh. "I miSSeD yoU ToO."

"Anyways, you know the drill, right? Match at 6 pm today." Kuroo winks at you and puckers his lower lip when he sees you gagging at his gesture.

"Kuroo, I will f*cking bury you alive if you do that again." You slightly smack his arm.

Kenma snickers without diverting his attention away from the game. Meanwhile, Lev and Kenma go to their classes and your homeroom teacher enters the class and asks you guys to open the textbooks.

"Heyy..psst!"

You feel your chair being kicked by someone and turn sideways to come face-to-face with Kuroo.

"What do you want, idiot?"

"You." He smirks.

Your eyes widen and your body goes into a defensive mode but even before you realize what's happening, you feel your hair being ruffled by him.

"Looks like someone fell for that." He cackles and it immediately makes your eyes all watery so you blink rapidly and turn around to get a pencil.

"F*ck off, Kuroo. I- I almost threw up at your words." You slightly quivered, throwing the pencil at him.

"Oww, what did I even do?" He whisper-shouted at you.

Kuroo felt a paper ball hit his shoulder and he looked back to Yaku who signed to that paper ball to be opened.

'You are dumb as fuck'

"Yaku-san! Come on..not you too?"

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After classes, you go to the canteen to buy snacks for the game. You contemplated whether to buy Kuroo's favourite drink because he will be getting tons from his fans.

"OMGG! I CAN'T WAIT TO GIVE THIS TO KUROO."

"NOO...I WILL BE THE ONE TO GIVE HIM BEFORE THE MATCH."

You sighed in annoyance after hearing a few girls from your school competing about who would hand him the drinks first.

"Getting jealous much, are we?"

You whip your head towards the owner of the voice to see Lev standing behind you. He cackles as he takes a glance at your serious face.

"Hahaha...why would I be jealous? And that too because of those girls??? Over Kuroo???? Please." You said averting your eyes away from his.

"Y/N, who are you even kidding? Don't you think its time you tell him about how you feel?"

"Lev, I think you misunderstood the whole dynamic we both have. He is just my best friend and nothing much. Stop having these unrealistic ideas." You were calming yourself from becoming agitated.

"Are you telling that to me or to comfort yourself? Y/N, you don't have to be honest with me but be honest with yourself at least." You noticed his face being stoic, void of any hint of playfulness.

"Let's go. I think you are getting late too." You tried breaking the conversation.

Lev gasped looking at the time on his phone and stormed to the gym before yelling a 'see you after the match.'

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You arrive at the volleyball court to get a spot on the bleachers and just to your liking, you get to have a good view from there. Letting your eyes wander all over the room, they take a pause at your best friend, who is engaged in a serious conversation with the coach along with other members.

Taking a glance at his body, you pay attention to his strong physique consisting of his sharp jawline, strong biceps, and relaxed yet fit posture. Has he always been this manly? Or am I just going crazy?

All of a sudden your thoughts were interrupted by the whistle indicating that the match started and you scrunched your face in disgust for even thinking about Kuroo in this way.

Everyone started screaming as the members jogged up to the middle of the court to greet the other team. You noticed Kuroo spotting you in the crowd and smiled in acknowledgement, waving his hand slightly at you. The most unexpected thing happens as you shoot a tight-lipped smile in response, your heart races slightly at this interaction.

The match started and as usual, you saw the other team get beaten into a pulp by the ruthless Nekoma and more so

"We see our reliable middle blockers block the ball with ease and have it tossed with an unimaginable speed to the other side...aandd one point to Nekoma!" The commentator excitedly screams as Nekoma scores a point.

As the match goes on, you become engrossed in the game as usual but you start noticing something. This match was filled with energy, determination and the zeal to play more and win however you also observe a change in Kuroo. He seems bold and draws more attention than usual which captivates you even more. His spikes and blocks are intense, and he is leading the team with unparalleled intensity.

That is when it clicks so you realize that it is not just his playing but also his attitude and the way he looks at you amidst the crowd. His gaze keeps finding you, and every time he scores or gives an incredible block, he flashes a smile filled with fondness which you have only seen once or twice. It's as if every point he scores is a message meant for you. Having said that, he is revealing a side of himself that you have never seen before. Am I being delusional? Why would he do that? You think to yourself.

As the match reaches its final state, you are torn between admiring Kuroo's exceptional performance and the confusion regarding his behaviour. Nonetheless, you shake your head to remove any other thoughts just to focus on the game.

The crowd finally breaks into cheers as Kuroo and Kenma team up for the last point to make a spectacular play, attaining the victory. Your eyes moistened as you smiled and made tiny jumps in excitement. Similarly, Kuroo was being thrown in the air and caught by his teammates in joy but all he cared was about you.

You watched as Kuroo squeezed himself in between the ecstatic crowd and made his way towards you, his face glistening under the bright lights and a smile that reached his eyes. And that is when the realization hits you like a ton of bricks and you are left in shock. Kuroo is in love with you as much as you are in love with him.

But even before you can move, your peripheral vision registers a frenzied fan making her way towards Kuroo, who seems to be oblivious to the surroundings, keeping his focus solely on you. In an attempt to prevent her from running towards him, you blocked the way but what happened next made the gym fall into a horrified silence.

The scene unfolds to the fan slapping you hard enough to be shoved to the ground as you try to protect your best friend. Cheers have been ceased and the atmosphere shifts from celebration to disbelief.

Your cheek aches with a stinging sensation, gradually swelling and the force of your head hitting the ground makes you slightly dizzy. His face fades as your vision becomes blurry both from the tears and dizziness, so you try your best to not fall unconscious.

Kuroo's movements slow down but his pace increases as his jaws set in a tight line, fists clenched and his face reddens with wrath clouding his eyes. It was obviously unacceptable and his hiking frustration was just as threatening as him.

However, as soon as he looks at you, trying to withhold the pain, he rushes towards you without any care for his anger. He takes a deep breath not wasting another moment, and picks you up in an instant carrying you to the infirmary. You could only listen to a few of the team members asking Kuroo to take care of you while they deal with that fan.

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"Hey, hey...Look at me. Don't worry, I am here, here with you. I've got you so you're going to be okay." His voice was laced with concern along with a subtle tremble in his voice due to the exhaustion.

"Kuroo...I am- I am alright..." You wince lightly trying to stay awake.

"Let's talk later okay? We need to get you a first aid."

He took a turn to the medical room and the doctor quickly takes you to the room. She asks him to stay out for a while and you could make out his reluctance, so you smiled fondly at him. You nodded a bit, raising your thumbs to subtly indicate that you will be alright.

"Thankfully you didn't have any concussion but I would still advise you to get a checkup done at the main hospital." The doctor smiled at you, giving you an ice pack for your cheek.

"Thanks, doc." You peeped through the door, looking at Kuroo who is fidgeting his legs and hands, taking ragged breaths.

"I will let your friend come in so you keep the ice pack for now."

He got up from his seat and dashed through the door. His eyes softened at the sight of you and you signaled him to sit on the chair by the bed.

"Hey, precious...how are you feeling right now?" His gentle touch on your hair made you almost cry because this soft side of him is genuinely making you feel emotional.

"My cheek stings justttt a bit." You snickered to ignore another nickname he used, stressing on 'just' in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

His hand slowly dropped to the swollen cheek, grazing it so delicately as if it's made up of glass. But his face was painted with a stoic expression. "I am gonna make sure she is suspended from all our games."

You couldn't help but be moved by Kuroo's protectiveness, though you might have been grateful if it was anyone else instead of Kuroo but it's just different. After being friends for so long, your newfound feelings towards him made your chest tighten in fear. What if you were wrong about Kuroo? What if he just put an extra amount of dedication to the game and did not convey something to you- but you felt a rush of emotions as a consequence of his undeniable tenderness in his actions.

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Tetsu, there is something I need to tell you," you began, ignoring the mini shock you got from using his first name. He turned to you, in an instant as it was rare of you to use his first name unless you have a favour to ask him or when you mess up things. His eyes showed you the assurance you needed. So you took a deep breath and uttered the words which have been tugging your heart ever since.

"I...I like you. And not as a friend."

Pretending to not observe how his eyes bulged out and jaw wide open in astonishment, you continued. "Seeing you play and the way you looked at me today, it...it gave me the benefit of the doubt that you might be having a tiny....really a tiny bit of feelings towards me. I love you, Tetsu. 'Like' is just a small word in comparison to the amount of love I have towards you."

You mentally prepared yourself to be laughed at but had a small hope of being on the side where your love is reciprocated. But what is giving you a hard time is that the room fell into a brief silence making you anxious, so you look at Kuroo for an answer.

His face had long been void of the surprised expression and all you could see was his warm and genuine smile before he screamed in excitement. "OH...my god, Y/N! I have been waiting for you to say that! I was- I was gonna say that after the game because you took a long time to respond to my hints."

"I love you too, Y/N." He cupped your uninjured cheek and the moment felt like a dream, the pain in your cheek long forgotten as Kuroo leaned in, his lips softly meeting yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. Your arms made their way, one to his neck while the other to his hair, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss, and he didn't waste any further and tugged at your lips.

You both pulled away from each other, faces flushed at the mini-makeout session, giggling a bit.

"Your bed-hair just got worse." You grinned, smoothening out his spikes while Kuroo just sat like an obedient love-sick puppy with his body all relaxed at the familiar feeling of you.

[asena-graywolf]

My Horny Pervert

You were Kuro's classmate in common classes. You were the girl who he had his eye on from the very first lesson. He had wanted to meet you ever since, but had never courage to do so.

As soon as he learned your name, when he got home, he found your Instagram account and started following you. While reviewing the pictures you added to your profile, after a while, he became addicted to your pictures.

He seemed to melt in the face of her beauty. He was struck by her beauty at first sight, but did not fall in love. You were extremely sweet, beautiful and sexy to him.

He had no idea what this ridiculous feeling meant.

He had a collection of your photos on his phone and computer.

He's been your pervert for the last two months, and he's been in front of the computer almost every evening, opening one of the pictures he's downloaded to his computer and masturbating looking at your face.

He imagined your beautiful lips grabbing his dick and licking it with your tongue like you're licking ice cream.

Panting, pumping his dick up and down, he yelled your name, told you to look at his dick, and was finally pointing his dick at your picture on the computer screen and cumming on the screen.

He wanted all the semen he squirted not on the screen, but in his mouth or even in your stomach.

Yes that was true. He wanted to have sex with you. He almost went crazy imagining your cunt getting soaked for him while he jerked off to you.

Just imagining the wetness of your cunt was enough to lift his cock and set the stage for his second orgasm.

Every part of you was burning with the feeling of fucking. He pictured your hot body lying on your bed for a moment, your hands cuffed to the headboard of the bed, that sexy voice begging him to fuck you.

He would even sell his soul to the devil to make all these dreams come true.

When she watches you from afar, always your sexy hips he was perving on. Especially when he saw your hips swaying left and right as you walked, he almost forgot that he was in public and would jerk off against you again. He got up when he saw her hips shake. Even the feeling of those hips in his lap was enough to precum

Only when his friends called his name was he awakened from his perverse dreams.

He pondered and finally mustered up his courage and decided to meet you.

You had another lesson that day. He managed to meet you under the pretext of asking something about the lesson. He had a hard time not projecting his intense sexual desires on you.

He could've fucked you right there if no one was around.

While talking to you, he was lost in his perverted dreams again.

This time in his imagine, he's in the classroom where you two are alone, locking the door, closing the curtains, and then starting with a passionate kiss on the lips, then placing you in his lap on his hardened dick. He leaned into your ear and whispered

"Do you want too?"

You were willingly answering yes to him.

"Then suck my dick bitch who's been craving your sexy lips all this time!"

You obediently comply with Kuro's request, saying, "Ayeaye, sir."

You take your whole big and thick cock in your mouth and keep licking and sucking, moving your head back and forth until you empty it.

Finally Kuro cums in your mouth, ejaculates the rest of his semens in your face

“Look at you! You’re starving for semen, whore! Tell me, is your pussy wet enough to be fucked?"

"Yes sir. My pussy is too wet for you”

“Can I fuck your wet cunt?”

“You don't even have to ask”

You were ready to be fucked yesterday. You unzip your pants and lower your pants and underwear

Kuro points to the teacher's desk

“Lie down on the desk and open your legs”

You do what you say. Kuro gets quite aroused when she sees the shine of her wet cunt. He can't wait to get his dick in the pussy. First, he collects all the wetness on his clitoris with his hand. He also licks the wetness on his fingers

“You taste so good. I want to eat and fuck this cute cunt at the same time"

Just as he was picturing his dick into your pussy, he woke up when you waved to his staring eyes.

"Hey! Kuro-kun? Are you alright?"

“Huh?”

“You ruminated”

Kuro put his hand on your neck and grinned at you shyly.

“Oh, is it? Sorry. I was going to say something y/n-chan"

“Yes Kuro-kun?”

“Well… how about having a coffee with me after class? Besides, you can help me with that subject that I don't understand about the course.

“Of course I will help. It's good for me to have a coffee after class, too. Because the teacher's monotonous lecture makes me sleepy"

After class, you went to the school cafeteria and bought two coffees. You were both drinking coffee and answering Kuro's questions.

No matter how much you said, Kuro would never listen to you. Although he seemed to be listening carefully to what he was saying, there was only one question in his mind. He was wondering if you were going to have sex with him like your dreams.

Even your voice turned him on. As you continued to tell her about it, she was dreaming of you blowing her under the table.

He must have been swept away by the ghost, for within seconds he felt his boxer's scorch, covered with hot liquid, and soaking wet. This made him startle

“Kuro-kun? What happened?"

“Ahh y/n-chan…nothing I just shuddered that's all. What were you saying last?"

“I was saying…”

You told me for minutes and you told me. But what you said went in Kuro's one ear and out the other.

He wanted to go home as soon as possible and jerk off by imagining you in front of the photos.

Even though he had only just gotten to know you, the fact that he had been watching you from afar all the time had something to do with him being so horny.

Whatever he did, he would find a way to have sex with you for once. Otherwise his right hand wouldn't be able to handle it after a while.

He wanted to experience the pleasure of ejaculating into your warm womb. Your stimulative depraved moans should have invaded her ears as he slapped your wet cunt hard.

He wanted to fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to go home the next day, maybe for days, because you wouldn't be able to walk, and he would host you in his house for a while. So you both could spend more time

When he got home, he lay on the bed and started scrolling through Instagram. The first thing he did was go to your profile and look at your sexiest picture.

In the picture she was looking at, she was wearing a green and white polka dot bikini. The cleavage of the bikini was a bit too much, revealing your fuller breasts more.

Kuro's hardened cock should be between those sexy tits right now.

Kuro couldn't help his erection against your sexy boobs. She pulled down the black sweatpants she was wearing. She stripped her boxer. His hardened instrument seemed to pop out.

He wrapped his hands around her cock and started pumping it back and forth rapidly. She kept her eyes on her picture, chanting her name at the same time.

“Y/N…Y/N…”

“Y/N… look at my dick! Take my big cock between your boobs”

“Y/N…Ahhh! Y/N”

Within minutes, he groaned, mumbled, and after about five minutes he emptied onto the phone screen.

He was out of breath.

Once her breathing was even, she pulled up her pants and cleared her phone.

“I'm going to ejaculate my semens all over your body y/n. My cute little whore"

He then scrolled through his profile a little more. She didn't like his pictures the first time, so as not to raise suspicion. But now that he can communicate with you, he could like a few of your photos and get your attention.

He liked a few of them, choosing from photos of you looking particularly sexy

We don't know if it's a coincidence, but at that moment, the notifications on Kuro's account showed that you liked his photos too.

And right after he got a text from the DM

“Thanks for the likes Kuro-kun!”

This message also came from you. A triumphant smile spread across Kuro's face. But it was more of a devilish grin

“Now you're in my hands y/n,” he said as his fingers went to the keyboard to answer you.

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It will be continue in Part 2

[ayoharuko]

Haikyuu Boyfriend Headcanons

Hello welcome back! :3

Make way for our cat boys~

I hope you guys enjoy this one :3

Including: Kuroo, Yaku, Kenma & Lev

A little mention of fem reader at kuroo’s and yaku’s part sorry about that :)

Also a little suggestive at Kenma’s part hehehehe~

A little cursing as well, hope u don't mind I certainly couldn't help myself lol

REMINDER: These characters don’t belong to me they belong to Haruichi Furudate and as always maybe some these headcanons aren’t too accurate so pls don’t take them too seriously :3

(Nekoma Ver)

~Amazing bedhair~ (Tetsurō Kuroo)

~Flirty Boyfriend~

- Kuroo is that one boyfriend who you think doesn't take your relationship seriously but actually does lol

- He smacked your butt in public once. I’m surprised you haven't broken up with him-

- All jokes aside though, He’s a good boyfriend. If your having problems with homework feel free to call him up so he can help you with it, If you do good...he just might give you a reward~

- The thing about this man is that he’s too..bold and..direct about things...like he doesn't have any shame to show affection to you in public! Honestly it can either be a blessing or a curse idk you guys decide

- You guys would often fight because of his ‘snide remarks’ but trust me..he’s working on it! He really loves you and wants to show you that his serious about your relationship so..be patient please :3

- We all know Kuroo LOVES long hair so if you do....he’ll always be touching it He'll always be brushing his hand down your hair and he’ll even learn how to braid hair just for you~!

- Another one who’ll MELT if you cook something for them...I headcanon that this man is a foodie and he’ll beg for you to make him lunch everyday! The type to brag at his teammates about this lol

- Loves to tease you, Sorry he’s a demon T-T

Nicknames: Baby, Chibi-chan, Honey and Babe

~Scenario Time:

Right now you were at your home doing homework peacefully...well not that peacefully when a certain someone keeps calling you, messaging you and throwing rocks at your window. That person..is your boyfriend Tetsurō Kuroo.

You were..mad at him right now..why your mad at him you ask? Well...he smacked your butt infront of his team...really..THE AUDACITY TO DO THAT

You were sooo mad at him....and..you were planning to ignore him till tomorrow...he wasn’t gonna convince you to forgive him nononono...heh let him wait..

Several hours later...

So much for ignoring him....you were both now cuddling on your bed, him kissing and saying apologizes to you...this man....

You can never get mad at him....

~Demon-senpai~ (Morisuke Yaku)

 ~Caring Boyfriend~

- The type to get mad at you for not sleeping or eating well, What? His your boyfriend his supposed to take care of you..so quit whining and let him take care of you!

- If you ask to make lunch for you he will...his a very amazing cook and he will make you bento’s everyday. Such malewife material~

- His team will tease him about you but all they get is a scary glare from yaku...welp! Better not tease him then ahahaha!

- He would always text or call you everyday asking if your doing fine, how are you or just need anything in general~

- He loves being big spoon...he feels like even with his height his still protecting you..so don’t you dare tease him or your sleeping on the couch tonight lol

- He’ll offer to tutor you if you struggle at a particular subject, don't worry...somehow whenever he tutors you, you actually pass-

- If you have short hair expect him to ruffle your hair a lot, its like you’re his junior even when you both are both the same grade. Honestly he finds it adorable when you whine about how he’ll ruin your hair lol

- He’s more nice to you more then his own team and their kinda jealous tbh :D

- 10/10 boyfriend and 10/10 future husband~<3

Nicknames: Hon, Sweetheart, idiot, dumbass and dummy

~Scenario Time:

Oh noooo....you forgot your lunch today...

You sigh lay your head on your desk, tummy rumbling of hunger...if only you weren't in such a hurry maybe then you could have remembered to bring your precious food~

‘’This is the worse...’’ You mumbled under your breath 

‘’You forgot your lunch didn’t you, you idiot?’’ A voice which sounded irritated asked ‘’Yea..wahhh I'm so hungry yaku!’’ You whine at your boyfriend who only gave you a deadpan look lol

He sighs and places a..bento? on your desk

‘’Here...I had leftovers so I packed extras..y-you can have them..’’ Your boyfriend said with a cute blush...

You widen your eyes and kissed your boyfriend on the cheek s a ‘thank you’ at him and gobbling in the food he cooked! Which you knew he made for you..he’s only shy lol-

~Gamer kitty~ (Kenma Kozume)

~Shy/Bold Boyfriend~

- He’s shy..yet a little bold...he wants to experience these new things with you and he tries to take the first steps but..he’s a little shy

-Every once in a while he’s gonna go for a kiss on your cheek because he feels bold and then the next after he’ll start blushing like a tomato hehehe

- Expect to have game dates or at home dates more often, we all know he isn’t a big extrovert :)

- Acts like a cat....when you give him head pats either he leans onto your touch or he blushes and just looks down, If he’s jealous he’ll come up behind you and start glaring at the said person who is making him jelly~

- For his bold side...he’s always honest on what he feels for you and how he wants to express it (does it with bright blushes on his face)

- He’ll try to hold your hands in public without freaking out inside, he’ll try to kiss you on the cheek in public to show your his lol

- His shy side consist of him shyly asking you if your free to hang out or simply saying ‘I love you’s’ to you and many other things~

- He’ll always try to go easy on you whenever you guys are playing a game together so he’ll definitely let you win on purpose sometimes, He just wants to see you smile :3

- Buys you expensive stuff...whatever his baby wants, his baby gets~~~

- HE’S A MAJOR FUN OF CUDDLING YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE -//-

- When y'all play Minecraft together expect him to place your beds together, give you flowers, heck...he probably mines diamonds without you so he can surprise you with a full set of armor!

- If you guys play Genshin..well...expect lots of whaling, carrying, drama and battles on whose characters are better lol, he would challenge you to a Genius Invocation TCG duel with bets of course~

- He’s shy, bold and the BEST gamer cat boyfriend out there...what else are ya gonna ask??

Nicknames: Pudding and kitten(That’s it, I couldn't think of anything-)

~Scenario Time:

I can't believe this....I lost to Kenma again!

For context...Genshin’s Genius Invocation TCG has finally come out....so Kenma and me decided to try it out obviously..but I didn't know it has come to this....

At first it was an innocent bet..but now..its...its a little....embarrassing

‘’Hm..pudding are you getting nervous?’’ Your kitty boyfriend asked smiling smugly at you...

Oh how you wanted to wipe that smug look on his face! But damn...why does he sound so hot when his bold???

You sigh and continued battling him....

You.....YOU LOST!?

‘’Oops...kitten..hehehe..I'll be coming over so I can get my reward...see you~’’ He left the game and your discord as well...

Oh no.......you’re in deep shit

~Tall~ (Lev Haiba)

~Himbo Boyfriend~

- Annoying cute of a himbo he is...why do you love this lovable idiot again? oh yea..because his dumb and cute....

- He LOVES to tease you about your height intentionally and unintentionally....ya can’t really smack him cuz he’s tall as fuck T-T

- His sister thinks you’re adorable! She definitely teases you both lol but she also helps you pick clothes if you need help on what to wear for you and lev’s dates and she will GLADLY help you with makeup :) she also helps lev with his clothes lol

- Call her ‘Nee-san’ and she WILL FORCE HER PARENTS to get you both married already even when you guys are like still underaged to do so-

- Despite him being a huge himbo, he’s a gentleman. He’s big sis taught him how to treat a lady right so he’ll open doors for you, pull your seat out, and be very respectful towards you. Don’t mind his teasing however lol

- Has accidentally thrown a ball to your face....don’t worry! He apologize and gave you many forehead/face kisses :)

- Hides behind you despite being tall 0-0, especially when Yaku’s chasing him-

- He LOVES carrying you around! In his arms you look so smol that he just wants to pick you up and cash you in his arms~

- He tries to flirt with you, Kuroo told him some cheesy pickup lines and he tried them on you and....lets just say you were left cringing :D

- Expect tutor dates, he’s dumb what do you want him to do? Don’t worry...surprisingly he’s easy to teach :)

Nicknames: My shortie (lol that’s all)

~Scenario Time:

You and Lev were gonna be having a date today...but...he was currently running late...he doesn't even have practice so how is he late!?

You were honestly starting to get pissed...but your anger boiled down when you heard someone calling out to you....

You looked at the direction where your name was being called and my god...he’s beautiful...

‘’I...I'm sorry for being late y/n-san!’’ Lev said while panting leaning over apologetically ‘’I-...’’ You were speechless...he’s so pretty...

After catching his breath he stood up straight and you asked him why he was late. ‘’Ah! Well...nee-san wanted to help with my outfit because the one I wore before changing was ‘ugly’ she said’’ Lev explained 

Ah...your definitely gonna thank Alisa for this...

‘’Well...you’re forgiven for being late...’’ You said smiling up at him before holding his hand before a mischievous smile replaces your previous one....

‘’But...you’ll have to pay for the food and buy me ice cream!’’ You declared pulling him towards where you wanna eat with Lev yelling protests...

Hehehehehe...you could get used to this~

OMG THIS TOOK TOO LONG T’T

I hope u guys like this one with our Nekoma boy’s~

See u guys on my next post!~ Edited by: @purpi-narwhale​

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[sourstars]

yearning man; the cruelest condition | kuroo tetsuro.

giving hallmark with this one; soulmates who don't grow old until meeting?? sob. wrote in the same haze i did when i wrote midoriya’s. soulmate kuroo at his hopeless! if you find any mistakes please let me know!

He has learned, contrary to the belief of many, that he rather abhors the allure of red, but adores the particular shades of blue that morph from the original; ultramarine, cobalt, electric, sky, baby, periwinkle (which he believes should be considered more of a purple and probably is)—but his favorite for the last seventy years has been robin-egg blue.

He belives that in the time of looking for ‘the one’, he has discovered instead what makes life bearable. He likes his coffee black but with two sugars, sometimes three if he’s feeling risky, tea with sometimes too much honey, four pillows in bed so he has two to cuddle. He likes dogs, not as well as cats but has a certain endearment for his neighbor’s cocker spaniel, who seems to enjoy laying across his feet in protest whenever he visits, refusing to let him leave. He likes the routine of visiting the shops that open and close; the bookstore that burnt down and was rebuilt in defiance, the bar with the bartender who tells him really good jokes, the fabric store that trades gossip as well as wares. A maximalist to his core, but in seventy years, at least things would be there if someone wanted a list; what have you found, if not the other half of your soul?

(Not enough.)

(“I feel I could eat endlessly and still be starving.” He says, and Kenma waits for the punchline. “Because I feel what would nourish me is what has not found me.”

“I suggest you start writing poetry. You would be a hit with goths.” But his best friend would know him in every variation; he is a painting stripped of cover, in every medium. “You’re talking about your soulmate again.”

“Yes. There’s no comparison. None.”

“Giving up already?” Kenma smiles at that, laughs hard enough that his eyes squint and says; “And here I thought you’d strip the world to bone.”)

In truth, it is not for the lack of trying. He has spent every penny of his fortune and created another just to look into every face, buy every ticket, spend every hour creating a map of where you could be—he has been to every continent, every state, he’s sure nearly every city but another may always rise out a former’s grave. For a year he gave up searching, but a year turned into two and two into five and then Kenma sent him a picture of a stranger, who walked with a grace so familiar to him that he imagined he had lost control of his jaw.

And he imagines it must’ve been a fluke—that some things aren’t tethered to others the way people entertain, but then Hinata sends a photo, and then the Miyas, and the Tanakas, even the Haibas after. Everywhere he’s went, everywhere he’s not, you are there, dressed in his heartstrings. Perhaps this is his eternal punishment; knowing you want something so badly and never being close enough to grasp it.

(It is so strange, he thinks one night, to feel like the compass needle without direction. North, he knows, but the star is missing and he has been painting directions on kites, tacking fliers to all of the telescopes, hoping it will see.)

“It’s a little creepy to take pictures of strangers without them knowing. I’m pretty sure it’s also illegal.” Kuroo pinches a strawberry between his fingers, biting into it to the stem, letting sweetness coat his tongue. The longer he chews, he can feel the bitterness that will dry the throat. “I still think it’s just a coincidence. It won’t be just anyone, I’m sure I’ll know it when I see them.”

“Say it again and maybe you’ll convince yourself this time.” He can practically hear Tsukishima’s eye roll. “They’re definitely looking for someone. Hinata said they came into the bookshop just after you did and took a walk around the store but didn’t buy anything. I think you just have a broken radar,"

Kuroo’s mouth twists. “Are you sure it’s not just a shoplifter? Or just a coincidence? Hinata wouldn’t be able to see a criminal if they stood in front of him wearing handcuffs.” He pauses, mulling over his thoughts, listening to the thunder of rain outside of his window. “…That makes me sound like a dick—but the point is that I find it a little hard to believe it all comes together now.”

“You are a dick, but consider the idea the universe isn’t a total idiot. I’ve been trying to avoid my ‘other half’ for a month now and every time I think I’ve done it—wham! There they are, staring me in the face,"

“You ever hear about magnets?”

“Stop.”

“That’s literally what it is. You hate each other and can’t stop finding ways to eat each other’s faces? Magn—”

“Tetsuro. Kuroo. You need to go outside—you need to go outside right now. I’m looking out of my window, I think I just saw—”

“Please don’t tell me—”

“—them. Turning the corner of Third. They’re holding… two coffee cups?” Tsukishima falls quieter then, voice tough as steel. “My advice; stop being a coward. If it’s wrong, it’s wrong but at least you’d know. Life goes on. Go.”

He has the best and worst of friends. “Fuck. I hate you. Getting my shoes.”

(It has taken so much to get here. He hopes in the mail room of destinies, he is a package only slightly dinged, hopes he is something someone is expecting and still excited for.)

He’s forgotten his umbrella and his hair sticks flat to his head when he arrives, inky blackness falling in front of his eyes, but his feet continue to slam against cement, his phone bounces in his pocket, his heart skitters across his ribs. The drizzle turns to downpour, downpour to drizzle. It seems even Mother Nature has a heart unwilling to live so softly.

Each step, Kuroo thinks; life is like a box of chocolates; something is always missing and every version of the map leads you opposite of where you want to go. He thinks; regardless of anyone’s age, they will never know anything, or everything. They will always be surprised.

When he sees you in person, he almost trips; like a child that learns to walk, he has misplaced the knowledge. The air escapes his lungs, the words he’d muttered under his breath have forgotten his name; he believes now, his senses have moved out and are backed up on the rent.

You catch his eye when he turns the corner, waving with one to-go cup, and time begins again. “Hello.”

Kuroo stares into your face, mouth parted, raindrops sliding past his eyes, down his cheeks. He is speechless—this is what love must be, to be both lighthouse and ship wanting to dock and never knowing when you’ll find a harbor.

He thinks; he is too old to have lovesickness such as this. He thinks; he is too young to know the type of wanting that craters into his soul like this. He thinks; that is okay, he has the rest of his life to love and hate figuring it out. He is right.

“It’s too late now,” he says. He wrings his hands in front of him, feels the need to tap his shoe. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”

You smile and he swears he hears music. “About time, second place.” He believes if the word sublime had a name, it would be yours. You are paradise sent, a catastrophically perfect being. A hurricane where he is perpetually in the eye. “I’ve been looking for you.”

(It cannot possibly be this easy.)

Kuroo hears the sidewalk traffic as people walk around you both, feels the cutting breeze, the firmness of the earth. It helps him breathe and yet scares him so. Life has a way of being unbearably real. “So I hear. You like blue?”

“Only this kind.”

“Interesting.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “I think I was made for you,” He feels he might hiccup up his heart. “I think we shared a star, once.”

Electricity, sunlight, supernovas, comets—none as bright as the sight of your half-lidded, knowing eyes, the unrestrained curl of your lips. He thinks that if he were to knit your hands, your thumb would brush the beauty marks on the side of his finger, over his knuckles, your wrists would kiss, the spaces of his body would fit yours.

It is quite impossible, he would’ve said, but he is a believer, now, of all things unblemished, all things unexplainable. He feels you could brush his soul with the pad of your finger and it would bring him to his knees.

(But maybe it is.)

The cups are placed into his hands, the smell of peppermint and vanilla, wafting. Your fingertips are hot, palms warm as they are softly pressed into his cheeks. You’re a breaths-width away, voice is twisted into song, and he bets the world has fallen from his feet.

“Finally.”

(He is hopelessly, endlessly, terribly devoured by the loveliness. It has been a vacation where he has painstakingly, wonderfully arrived home. He has never been this peaceful. Here’s the north star, he thinks, I was looking for it, and it was looking for me.

He will never love another color like this one again.)

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[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[sakanoshitaa]

blazing trails

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pairing: timeskip!kuroo x college student!reader

synopsis: a chance meeting, if you can even call it that, on the train. PINING! wc: ~1.9k

warnings: fem reader, alcohol mentions, like one curse word, a lil suggestive but sfw, that's it lol

a/n: thinking about people you cross paths with once who stick with you for years. (wondering who I'm that person for?)

this is my first time writing a fic!! would welcome any feedback/interaction! just pls be nice

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you grabbed ahold of the flask of whiskey and took a swig, scrunching your nose as you swallowed, the alcohol burning a trail down your throat, warming your stomach. you handed it back to your friend yachi, laughing. it was friday, you were done with your college classes for the weekend, and you were on the train headed to celebrate your new friend runa's birthday. you and yachi sat in the two seats next to mai and runa, already tipsy and giggly.

yachi had booked you all tickets for a sunset cruise on the tokyo bay. since it was a special occasion, you dressed up a little nicer than usual— you wore a cropped, fitted black long sleeve shirt with a high-waisted black skirt that hit at mid-thigh, along with your favorite boots and a chunky cardigan. you brought your favorite (secondhand) designer purse, which coincidentally was large enough to hold the flask runa so thoughtfully packed.

during your ride, people filtered on and off the train, many commuting home from work. you paid little mind, absorbed in your own intoxicated world with your three girlfriends. until your microcosm got absolutely torn to shreds.

when the train was about a minute away from the stop for the pier, the four of you pulled yourselves up and wound your way through the crowd towards the door. as you waited for the train to grind to a stop, you felt like you were being watched. you slowly turned your head to the left and met his eyes.

he was staring intently, and you held his gaze over the crowd of people, dumbstruck. you looked over him— a young businessman in a grey suit with a red tie, dark messy hair, and deep honey eyes locked on yours. there was a little blue and yellow volleyball pin on his lapel. he held his phone near his waist, pointed towards his face but long forgotten, looking comically small in his large hand.

tipsy enough to be lacking some self awareness, your eyes lingered down his body. even with his suit, you could still discern his broad shoulders and toned chest. he nonchalantly leaned against the back wall of the train, oblivious to the swaying of the car, but you could feel the heat of his amber eyes burning into you. he was so so incredibly handsome. and you could've swore you saw a slight blush spread across his cheeks.

but oh god, the train was slowing down, and time slowed down too, you couldn't tear your gaze from him, a tingle in the pit of your stomach at the instantaneous chemistry, you wanted to run to him, away from anyone else, your face burning and fists clenching, but it was your new friend's birthday and you didn't want to disappoint her and you had bought a ticket for the cruise and the train was stopping at the station and oh god, it was time to go!

yachi grabbed your hand and ran out the doors of the train. you were carried along in the flow of people, like a leaf on the surface of a stream, physics dictating your movement regardless of your desires. you stepped onto the platform still looking back, holding his gaze, as if you were magnetically drawn to him.

you briefly pondered ripping your hand away and running back to the train, back to the captivating stranger. but before you could fully process all that was happening and break free from the current, your eye contact was momentarily interrupted by the closing of the doors. you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach and bit down on your lip. through the glass of the window, you saw him narrow his gaze and lick his lips, eyes still glued to you, as the train slowly started to accelerate, whisking him away.

you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. your friends skipped ahead of you, yachi and runa holding hands, while you dragged your feet along, mindlessly following them to the water. they chattered on, but forming words was next to impossible for you, mumbling nonsense to the attendant as they scanned your ticket and you got on the boat.

as you departed the harbor and distance from the encounter grew, you slowly began to reinhabit your body. returning to the present, you began to unwind and enjoy your time with your friends. there was a cool breeze but you didn't mind, warm from the whiskey you continued to pass around. the four of you were easily the most chaotic group on the boat and attracted some attention from other passengers, but paid no mind. you genuinely had fun, gossiping and taking photos with your friends: selfies on your phones and pictures on a polaroid. it was exciting to deepen your fledgling friendship with mai and runa.

as the evening went on, the sun sunk lower in the sky, painting you all in deep oranges and reds. the salty air blew through your hair, and the taste slightly lingered in your mouth. and although you were having more fun than you'd had all month, your mind kept circling back to the stranger on the train. you couldn't help but wonder, was the connection really that intense, or was it just the whiskey coursing through your veins? was he still thinking about you too?

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it's a friday evening, and kuroo is exhausted after a long week working at the jva. the fivb volleyball nations league is coming up, and he's drained from overseeing all the related promotional materials, especially when it came to managing atsumu's appearances. he's a crowdpleaser, but with all his antics, it's always an effort to prepare photographers and assistants who haven't worked with him before.

he sighs and rakes his hand through his jet black hair, then walks through a sea of cubicles, politely wishing coworkers a good weekend before getting in the elevator.

he perks up slightly as he slinks out of the building and heads towards the subway station. anyone else would assume it's because it's the weekend, but really, he's just excited to get on the train.

it's been a month, but kuroo still gets hopeful every friday as he heads home from work. what if today is the day he finally crosses paths with you again? you, the spellbinding stranger, who seemed to stare into the depths of his soul. as he thinks about your fleeting encounter, he feels the twinge of regret. he knows the chances of seeing you again are slim, but what can he do if not hope?

»»————-　✧　-————««

that day four weeks ago, he got on the train and assumed his usual position, leaning languidly against the wall at the back of the car. he loosened his tie as he mindlessly scrolled on instagram: kenma's latest sponsorship, kageyama being fake deep, atsumu posting a thirst trap, the usual. but before he knew it, his attention was drawn away from his phone, and towards melodic laughter.

he looked up and through the other passengers, his vision settling on you as you passed a flask to your friend, eyes crinkled closed by a wide grin. his characteristic smirk fell off his face, his lips parted, and his jaw fell slightly open. suddenly, all other conversation was drowned out, the only thing he could hear was the pounding in his chest. you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

he couldn't hardly focus on anything else. the rest of the ride he was fixated on you. you were mostly facing away from him, but he was able to catch your face in profile when you turned to the girl seated nearest to him. he felt a little weird about how he was just staring at you, some part of him worried about being seen as the archetypal train pervert, but he simply couldn't look away.

before he knew it, you were leaning down to grab your bag and walking towards him. you didn't even notice him, too absorbed in conversation with your friends. he admired your long legs as you approached, stumbling slightly, but somehow still elegant. you settled by the door waiting for your stop, when you turned your head, agonizingly slow and deliberate, in his direction.

you locked eyes with him, and he felt like he had been punched in the gut. now that he could fully see your face, he was once again overwhelmed by how attractive you were. as the train slowed, your gaze was piercing, burning into his skin as you gazed over him.

and then the doors fucking opened. your friend grabbed your hand and you followed, looking back at him, slight shock and sadness washing over your face as you realized what was happening. your steps faltered for a moment, and he thought about going after you, but it was too late— the doors were closing.

he didn't know how, you were just a stranger on the train, but he had already begun envisioning a life with you in it: walking through the park with you, meeting up with you at his favorite little restaurant after work for happy hour, sneaking you a kiss after a deep embrace as he dropped you off at your doorstep. he licked his lips at the last thought. and then you were gone. the same train that brought you together was now responsible for carrying him further and further from you.

he reached for the railing next his head and leaned forward, supporting his weight through it and hunching his back. he sighed deeply. regret seemingly seeped into his body through his pores, and he was drained. after another stop, he opted to meander his way up the aisle, and settled in the seat you had been in. it was still warm.

the train vibrated his head as he leaned it back against the window. he closed his eyes, repeating the events of the last few minutes in his mind, trying to burn your face, the sound of your voice, into his memory, lest you cross paths again. luckily, he didn't have to try very hard. you had already made a home in the depths of his mind.

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as the train approaches on this friday evening, he stares intently at the cars rushing by. he waits at the end of the platform to try to get a glance inside each car, hoping for a glimpse of you. once he gets on the train, he looks around half-expectantly, but you aren't there. part of him feels silly, so hung up on a stranger he only saw once (and one he didn't say a single word to at that). he wonders if you even remember him at all.

every friday he continues this routine, peering through the train windows from the platform, then scanning the car once he gets in. if you were meant to cross paths that day, he tells himself, you would one day cross paths again. the connection was too strong. he hopes someday to be the one next to you, sharing a flask of whiskey and laughing without a care in the world, holding hands as you get off the train, then later on that evening, once he takes you back to his apartment, him burning a trail down your throat.

[taintedtort]

hi hi hi, LOVED YOUR HCS N FLUFFS, can we get a haikyuu hc (any characters !! hehe wouldn't mind anyone) where the reader hugs their plushies instead of like cuddling w them, and n they suddenly got jealous n pouty 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you so so so much, happy writing 🫶🏻🎀

" HUG ME! "

summary. you hug your plushie instead of them

characters. kenma, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. hi, tysm!!! hope these characters are fine! (unintentionally did the duos on nekoma and fukurodani oops)

KENMA

☆ he got you the stuffed animal, so it’s partly his fault. however, that doesn’t stop him from glaring daggers at it whenever you weren’t looking. it’s a cat plushie, one that you’d been wanting for a while, so of course he ordered it for you. he surprised you with it this morning, and you haven’t let go of the damn thing.

kenma is currently sat on your bed playing his switch, and usually you’d be cuddling up to him… but no. you have that stupid cat tucked under your chin and pressed to your chest as you lay facing away from him, scrolling on your phone.

you've been practically ignoring your boyfriend all day! too focused on that plushie that he so kindly bought you. he thought you’d give him lots of thanks and praise, but no. ignored.

he knows he’s being pouty, and that you’re just excited to finally have it, but cmon! your arms should be wrapped around him, not a cheap stuffed animal.

he finally cracks and nudges you, which he’s been contemplating doing for a while.

"hm?" you hum, not even turning to face him, too occupied with the video you’re watching on your phone.

he grumbles something under his breath before he’s pulling on your arm, forcing you to turn over and face him.

"cuddle with me," he murmurs, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. it’s not often he initiates cuddling or hugs, so you’re immediately focused on him, a big smile on your face. your attention shift causes you to forget your plushie, leaving it laying on the bed behind you. without a second thought, he sneakily snatches it up and tosses it to the floor without you noticing.

"finally…"

BOKUTO

☆ you two went on a little arcade date, and he’d won you a cute stuffie. it was a small teddy bear, and you fell in love with it when you saw it. bokuto, of course, spent at least $30 trying to get it for you. he’s not the best at claw machines, but he eventually was able to grab it for you.

you practically jumped up and down, snatching up the toy from his hands when he held it out to you. he was rewarded with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and of course a couple words of praise that made his chest swell with pride.

however, as you continued the date, he noticed that instead of holding his arm, you were holding the plushie. you like to be wrapped around his bicep, which he loves, so when he saw the bear clutched to your chest like his arm should be, he started pouting.

"what’s wrong?" you ask, noticing his frown and the way he keeps glancing between you and the teddy. his brows are furrowed, like he’s upset.

"i’ll hold it for you," he suddenly offers, extending a hand and waiting for you to hand it to him. he wasn’t being nice, not really, he just wanted your attention on him.

he watches as you shake your head and protectively hug the bear even tighter, which makes him even more moody.

"you're depriving me! fuck that bear," he practically whines, glaring at it dramatically. you knew he was going to make a scene and be moody for the rest of the date if you didn’t switch your attention.

with a sigh, you hand him the plushie, and he snatches it instantly. he half hazardously dangles it by his side, putting his free arm out to you to hold, which you do.

"you’re so dramatic," you tease, though he doesn’t mind. his mood was instantly lifted when he felt your hands on his bicep.

"i don’t care, this is where you should be."

KUROO

☆ similar to bokuto, you two went to a fair, and he won it for you. it was a huge husky puppy, as big as half your body. you were beyond excited, usually those games are rigged and super hard to win, especially the bigger prizes, but kuroo was determined. he was super proud of himself for making you smile so big, and you praised him while hugging the huge stuffed animal, which made his chest puff out a bit.

as you two continued to walk around the fair, you kept the stuffed animal hugged to your chest, both arms around it. you honestly couldn’t hold it any other way, so he wasn’t really upset about that. he was upset that you kept nuzzling your face into its fuzzy neck. you usually do that when you hug or cuddle with kuroo, so he got a bit pouty about it.

"you like it?" he asks, though he already knew you did. his tone was a bit salty, but you didn’t really catch it, too engrossed with the husky.

"i do! he's really soft," you smile widely, turning to lock eyes with him. he’s happy you’re happy, but he sort of wishes he waited till the end of your date to win you the prize.

"i can tell…" he murmurs, resisting the urge to glare at the poor puppy. he knows it’s not your fault, he's just feeling jealous, which is stupid.

he finally just wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you walk. this is the best he can get for now, he’d hate to spoil your fun. he can have you all to himself when you get to his house.

"you ready to go?" he asks, secretly trying to leave quicker so he can have you in his arms, like you should be. once you’re cuddled up with him, you’ll forget all about the stuffed husky, which is exactly what he wants.

"i think it’s about time you showed me the same attention you’ve been showing that plushie."

AKAASHI

☆ he isn’t usually a very jealous person, but cmon. how can he not get a little petty when you’ve been cuddled up with that stupid squishmellow all day? he got it for you the other day when he was out, knowing you like those things. it was a medium sized one, and it was supposed to be a turtle. he thinks they look kind of funny, but he will admit they’re soft and squishy. but even so, you should be cuddling with him, not a stuffed animal. he’s here for a reason!

you're on the couch watching a movie, that fucking squishmellow sitting in your lap, with akaashi next to you. he usually isn’t one to get angry, especially over trivial things like this, but when it comes to you, he feels all sorts of things he usually wouldn’t.

he knows you like it, which is why you’ve been carrying it around, and he can’t blame you for that. he really has no reason to be upset, which is why he doesn’t necessarily voice it, just waiting patiently for the moment you come crawling back into his arms.

he does give you a little motivation though, which isn’t technically cheating! but how can anyone resist when the akaashi keji drapes his arm over their shoulder and kisses their temple?!

it worked like a charm, and you're immediately turning your head to claim a kiss on the lips, which he gives to you. it’s not a normal peck though, it’s long and deep, and it leaves you a bit dazed when he pulls away. this is all part of his plan, get you so distracted that you don’t notice when the plushie falls to the ground, out of sight and out of mind.

he brings his other hand up to your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. he never fails to make you blush, even after being together for quite some time.

"i'm feeling tired, do you want to cuddle?" he smiles, putting on an innocent façade. just as expected, you eagerly nod and follow his lead when he lays down on the couch. the turtle falls to the floor, and you don’t even bat an eye. he wins.

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haikyuu boys - how they eat you out.

featuring: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime

contains: f!reader, cunnilingus (obvs), tying up/restraints, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, facesitting, dom!Iwaizumi, slightly rough, orgasm denial/control, office s*x, gym s*x

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

word count: 1k

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Bokuto Koutarou loves when you sit on his face.

He’s doesn’t want you to hover or kneel, he wants you to sit. He wants to feel your thighs smoosh in around the sides of his head, he wants to bury his face in your dripping pussy, he wants to be suffocated and smothered and he won’t accept anything less.

If you even think about hovering, Bokuto will wrap his thick arms around your thighs and pull you down to him, locking you in place. He’ll force you to grab the headboard as you moan and shudder, his tongue lapping at your sweet arousal like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. He’ll make you ride his tongue, sliding it inside your hole to seek more of your slick as you grind against his face.

Facesitting is Bokuto’s favourite way to eat you out because it means his hands get to roam free at the same time. Once you’re locked in, sitting on him properly, Bokuto will release your thighs so he can run his hands up your sides and over your stomach, feeling the way you writhe with pleasure. Bokuto will suck on your clit while his hands find your tits, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking your sensitive nipples.

If Bokuto suffocates, then he can’t think of a better way to go.

Kuroo Tetsurou is a pleasure dom at heart. It’s why he loves to have you tied up on his desk like this, after hours when everyone else has gone home and it’s just you and him in his office.

Your wrists are strapped to your ankles, your legs pulled up with your knees pressed against your chest. Kuroo’s in his white shirt, the top unbuttoned and his tie long since discarded. He’s already made you cum three times now as he sits at his desk, head bent to feast on you.

You whine and beg him, your puffy clit oversensitive and head swimming but you haven’t used your safe word yet. So Kuroo keeps going, his tongue dipping between your folds to lap up your arousal, his hands on the back of your thighs.

“You can give me one more, can’t you, princess?” he teases in between licks as his tongue travels back up to your swollen clit.

You buck against the restraints, completely at his mercy. Kuroo toes the line between pleasure and pain as he softly sucks on your sensitive nub, drawing another yet another orgasm from your poor body.

Ushijima Wakatoshi loves being on his knees for you.

He’ll often pick you up like you weigh nothing and place you on the kitchen counter before sinking to his knees in front of you. He nudges between your legs, slinging them over his shoulders, not even waiting to pull your panties down before he’s licking you.

Ushijima laps at the soaked fabric before using his tongue to push them to the side, seeking your heat from the source. You know there’s no stopping him when he’s in this kind of mood - when he wants to eat you, then he will. So you lean back slightly, spreading your legs for him, and let Ushijima have his fill of you.

He’s too tall to lie across the bed without his legs stuck uncomfortably over the edge so he often has you sitting or lying on the edge while he kneels on the floor. It’s even better if you wrap your legs around his head like a crown, Ushijima’s strong hands over your stomach as he laps at your sopping cunt. He knows you need an orgasm or two before you're relaxed enough to fit him inside you but the truth is, he'd do this anyway.

Ushijima knows your body is a temple and as long as he has you, he’ll happily kneel in worship.

Iwaizumi Hajime’s favourite view is of you bent over for him.

He knows you’re a bit bratty and stubborn so when he gets you like this, vulnerable and submissive as you spread your legs for him, nothing’s better.

Iwaizumi loves having his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you in place against the yoga mat, the gym empty except for you two. He loves the way your cheek is pressed against the mat, letting you throw him your bratty looks even as you submit, your stubborn streak never quite leaving. He loves the way your eyes widen as he grabs the flimsy fabric of your leggings and easily tears a hole at the crotch, exposing your naked pussy for him.

Iwaizumi can see you’re already dripping from the rough handling he’s given you, his cock straining at the view, but he can’t help getting a taste for himself first. He licks his lips.

Part of fucking you into submission is this – gifting you one orgasm so he can hear you beg for another once he stuffs his cock in you.

Iwaizumi’s hand leaves your neck so he can spread your cheeks, his tongue running up your folds to dip inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, enjoying the way you push your hips back against his mouth before moving down to your needy clit. You sink your nails into the yoga mat as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud, his rough stubble rubbing against your cheeks.

“I can feel you’re close,” Iwaizumi says, pulling back slightly to lightly rub your clit. “I haven’t given you permission yet. Don’t cum unless I tell you.”

Iwaizumi loves eating you out but he also loves being mean about it.

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Feat. Nekoma & Inarizaki -> Part 2 [Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani]

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Nekoma

You arrived later than you expected, just on time for the club, So you didn’t get to see your dear team until much later

When you enter the gym, you see a…strange view

No one in the team was happy

Yaku and Kai didn’t have any expressions on them, Lev was pouting aggressively, Fukunaga had a frown, Yamamoto was mumbling words and Kenma was nowhere to be seen.

The girl that was supposed to replace you for the week was walking besides a very annoyed Kuroo, who was pushing the cart with the balls

Weird, considering that doing that was the basics for being a manager

They were so out of it that none notice the sound of your shoes, weird considering how attentive they are

“Ah Kuroo senpai, thank God you helped me! I’m so small and weak that I wasn’t able to push it over” you heard her say, making you cringe at the sentence

“Yeah, whatever” said a disinteresting Kuroo

And that’s when you confirm that something was really wrong, Kuroo was never this dismissive

“What’s happening? Everything ok?” you asked making Kuroo turn around with a relief smile on

“Oh hi, Kuroo senpai was just helping me since you know, I’m so small and weak” says fluttering her eyes at him

“It’s just pushing the cart. It has wheels on it…” You gave a disbelief look to Kuroo, who just rolls his eyes “it’s not that hard”

“Maybe for someone as big as you it wouldn’t be so difficult!”

That was it for Kuroo, who quickly move to your side giving you a hug

“Well, guess you can leave now that our manager is back. Bye”

"Kuroo-senpai!! Stooop! I can stay here too!” says stomping her feet

The whole commotion cause everyone to look at you, and you swear you heard a collective sigh full of relief

Quickly enough you felt a bunch of arms around you, a bunch of head pats and a ton of screams of your name

Which quickly was interrupted by a loud scream by the girl “KYANMA!!”

You look at the stairs where Kenma was standing shaking slightly with big eyes. The girl tried to get close to him, yelling “They are being mean, Kyanma!” but he just runs away towards you

Yes. Run. He hated her, she was so loud and desperate, Kenma literally couldn’t stand her.

“You’re back” says Kenma hiding behind you, showing more happiness that you ever have seen from him

So happy that he went to hug you tightly, he really missed you

“Anyways, now that our team is finally complete you can leave. Please go out” says Kuroo

“Agh! Fine! I’m way too good for you anyways!”

She sends you a look full of venom, but you didn’t really notice it

After all, you had a clingy Kenma hugging you tightly and the rest of the team waiting for one

Inarizaki

After your small break reached an end you finally were ready to go back to your boys

They were having a small hangout in the Miya household

They tried to be sneaky about it, not wanting to invite the girl that was replacing you

But sadly for them, she somehow knew and crash into them before you could arrive

She’s the first person you see when you enter their house with the spare key they gave you

“Who are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raising

“Ehh…I’m Yn, their manager. You helped them while i was out?” You ask back, confused at her sudden presence

“Yes…I actually think I should be the new manager! After all I play like 17 sports and definitely know more than you about sports. What do you think this is? Cheer? Not like it’s a sport, but whatever” she says with a overconfident smirk

In the meantime the guys that were already in the house starting to appear into the hall, confused at how loud her voice was being

“Anyways! Why don’t you leave? A girl like you probably doesn’t even know a thing about sports! We’re gonna play videogames while you probably just want to paint your nails or whatever!”

“Who says you’re staying?” Atsumu says, frowning

“Ha Ha, you’re so funny Atsumu! Of course I’m staying” she says nervous

“No, you’re not” Osamu adds

“I’m sure we can all hang out tog-” you try to say

“You shut it! I bet you don’t know anything about the sport!” She says to you despite you trying to help her

“Really? You barely even know what we play, you just join because you wanted to see hot guys” a voice behind you says, Suna entering the house as he passes his arm through your shoulders

The girl immediately went pale, stammering the next sentence “well…well, I mean, of course I know!”

“Sure, that's why you asked 'if we knew' the rules of basketball yesterday. Just leave, nobody wants you here anyway”

She scoffs annoyed, looking at the rest of the team as if asking for help, which she doesn’t receive. She scoffs one more time, walking towards the door and leaving as she shoots a glare towards you

“You guys are so mean” you say, receiving a chuckle

“She deserved it, if anything she just hinder our practice” Osamu adds

“Besides, nobody talks about our beautiful manager like that” Atsumu hugs you along side Suna

The rest of the team also comes to hug you, and while they were a bit rude, you knew that they only had good intentions

You love this foxes too much

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Note: a little something about my boys, also, I cringed way too much while writing this