#boxer kuroo tetsuro

[kawoala]

⁝ KUROO TETSURO 𝜗𝜚 boxer! kuroo 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; 851

ᰔ content warning ; profanity 、 blood 、 boxer! kuroo 、 implied rich girl! reader 、 kindof poor boy x rich girl? 、 boxer! lev 、 mention of gambling?? (yaku, what r u doing my brother?).

you’ve never been to a club like this; the people here are a stark contrast to your personality.

whereas they are dark, broody, drugged-out criminals probably raised in trailer parks and trap houses, you were raised to be a good girl with perfect grades - and to never, ever go near drugs or alcohol.

whereas the people around you are dirty, wearing clothes they probably haven’t changed in a week, you’re careful of the people around you, careful not get dirt and muck on your very expensive shirt and your very tiny skirt.

but, you fell in love with kuroo.

four months ago, when your calculus teacher had shown interest in kuroo’s horrible math grades, she’d emailed you, asking if you would be able to tutor him until his grades improved. and of course you said yes because you’re a sucker for extra credit.

and then he was charming and he was funny and he was smart - something you hadn’t expected because, well, you were his tutor. every time you had a session, he made you laugh like it was his job.

so, of course you fell in love with him. and of course you only found out that he was in an illegal boxing ring until after you had confessed to him.

which is how you ended up here; standing in a crowd of criminals, watching your boyfriend beat the shit out of one of his friends for fun.

your brows are furrowed as lev - of all people - throws a right hook, resulting in a line of blood dribbling down kuroo’s upper lip. he’s hot, that’s for certain, but this is not making you happy. your boyfriend's pretty face is getting all messed up.

you blink and then lev is on the floor, sitting with his legs bent, forearms resting against his knees. there’s a smile on his face, despite the blood oozing from his… mouth? nose? you can’t even tell.

and then your eyes drift to kuroo, who’s holding his fists up in victory. you briefly note that they’re not even using gloves, but that thought is dismissed when you lock eyes with your boyfriend.

he’s bleeding, which would make you upset if he didn’t look so fucking hot. there’s a sheen of sweat covering his whole body, shining in the overhead light. his hair is messy - messier than usual, matted to his forehead from sweat. he still has his mouthguard in, but he’s grinning wide as ever. he points to you and winks and your knees are weak.

“lev lost!” yaku exclaims from beside you, knocking you from your trance. you turn to him and tilt your head. “he fucking lost! oh my god, i just lost so much money.”

he puts his head in his hands and curses again, which only makes you laugh. you can’t believe this is a thing that people bet on. and, no offense, but you can’t believe people bet on lev winning.

next thing you know, you’re sitting on a bench in the locker room of the grimy club, bouncing your leg as you watch kuroo unwrap his fists. your eyes are glued to his hands, bloodied and bruised.

“did you have fun?”

you look up to find him staring down at you, lazy smirk on his face. “what? o- oh, um, yeah, it was…” you trail off, eyes drifting down to your now ruined shoes. you hum. “it was kind of… scary, actually.” you can hear him stop moving, so you keep talking. “watching you get hit like that? yeah, that sucked. i mean, don’t get me wrong, you looked really fucking hot, but…” you shrug, sighing.

there’s a silence that hangs in the air. you can tell he’s trying to decide if he should be funny or genuine.

“y/n,” he says slowly. his shoes come into your field of vision, but you know if you look up, you’ll probably start crying. “hey, come on, sweets, look at me.”

as soon as you look up, his hands cup your face and he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

when he pulls away, he smiles softly. “i’m okay. you know that right?” you nod and he laughs, pulling you into a hug, smashing your face into his stomach. “i’m okay. you hear me, lady? i’m alright.”

you laugh now, too, pushing away from him playfully. “ugh, i hate you!” you exclaim as he loosens his grip. the smile on his face lets you know that he knows you don’t really mean it. and, of course, you don’t.

he stares at you for a moment longer before jerking his head towards the door. “come on, let’s get out of here. we can go get ice cream or something.”

“ice cream?” you repeat, raising a brow. you stand up, not even reaching his nose. “and what are we going to do when the worker sees your busted lip and freshly bruised eye, hm?”

he inhales, puffing his chest out, holding his breath. he exhales on a laugh, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “yeah, we’ll go through the drive-thru, ‘kay?”

[kurooangel]

ᯓ lunch !

ft kuroo tetsuro, oikawa toru.

content: smut. timeskip!haikyuu. english isn't my first language. part 1. masterlist.

⠀៹ kuroo tetsuro     𔘓

kuroo loves to eat you out, he could spend days between your thighs just making you feel good while he rubs his hardness against the mattress and casually touches himself a bit. but he doesn't cares about his own pleasure, his goal is make you feel like you're in heaven: and he always meets his goals. he knows where to move his tongue to make you twist in pleasure, and he definitely will do it for hours until you have to grab his hair and put him away. of course, tetsuro will look at you with that smirk and a knowing look.

⠀៹ oikawa toru     ۶ৎ

oikawa needs you to ride his face. he just loves to squeeze your thighs, which straddle his face, while his tongue rubs your clit. he won't care about his hardness twitching in his boxers, aching for attention, he just needs to eat your pussy and grab your thighs, flexing his biceps to hold you in place.

[13rurururi]

☆ "kiss me 'til i'm numb" (various characters x reader)

content: 18+, AFAB!reader, sub!reader, blowjobs, PDA, etc.

He's addicted to your lips; he can't help himself, you know? They're just so plush, sultry, and look even more gorgeous coated with a sheen of his spit. You're left gaping in submission as he runs his thick digits inside and all over your mouth, occasionally gagging you with the length of his fingers.

"I'm preparing you for my cock," he'll devilishly tease you with a lascivious glint in his eyes.

He's merciless, even if you're out in public. He'll suddenly grip your shoulders and angle your mouth on his, languidly pressing his plump lips on yours. Sometimes, he even bites, making you embarrassed as you stutter out a choked moan. He doesn't care if people judge you or glare at you — at least they know who you belong to.

Once you're within the privacy of your abode, he'll push you on the ground, forcing your knees to carry your weight as he places his tense thighs on either side of your trembling figure.

"Open up, baby," he teases you as you feel yourself salivate at the sight of his tented boxers. Letting his member spring free — erect, hard, and dripping with precum — he grabs your chin with calloused fingers, running his thumb along your jaw.

"Maybe if you can take me whole and swallow my cum, I'd think about giving your cunt some attention, too." You respond in a muffled whine as he pushes his cockhead through your wet lips.

"What are you waiting for? Suck."

Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna, Gyutaro, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Haganezuka Hotaru, Sekido, Kuroo Tetsuro, Miya Atsumu, Tsukishima Kei, Sakusa Kiyoomi

[rintoshis-archived]

fav!character who loves seeing his frame devour you. the way his clothes just swallow you whole, your thighs barely visible. he thinks it's fucking adorable. you tried his pants before but wore his boxers instead. that sight alone drove him mad.

the times where you had to physically climb him in order to get something off a shelf or on the top of the cabinet, he loves it. instead of volunteering to get it for you, he knew you were too prideful to let him do all of the work. your hands grabbing onto his large biceps and toned back, his thin shirt giving you a glimpse of his nipples.

the little things where you still choose to sit on his lap other than any chair available, where he gets to wrap his big arms around you, completely engulfing you.

or when he's wearing a hoodie a little too big for him, (which was huge for you) you like to crawl underneath it, feeling his mellow skin warm you up more than any hoodie or sweater can. he loves it, trust me, he fucking loves it.

he loves helping you out. he isn't sure if his love language is acts of service, or he just loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, cause he's the first one you shout out for when you need help. he's always one call away. ''___'' ''___?'' ''___!'' and he's sprinting to where you are.

whenever he sees you doing something, if it's painting your nails, doing your hair, drawing, brushing your teeth in the morning with messy bed hair, he just loves seeing you in your element.

it might be weird, but he just feels so much better when he sees traces of you everywhere in your home. your toothbrush beside his, a plushie sat on your bed together, your small shoes beside his, your things on your side of the sink, and his things on his side of the sink, your towels being two different colors, he just loves it.

it might be corny, but he just loves you... being there. you two could be doing nothing and could still sit there for hours. one look from you and he folds immediately.

he's fucking whipped.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 ; (BEFORE WILD CARD) RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, OKUHITO IEMON, GIN GAGAMARU, SHOEI BAROU, AOSHI TOKIMITSU, TABITO KARASU, KENYU YUKIMIYA + ..

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 ; DAICHI SAWAMURA, ASAHI AZUMANE, TETSURO KUROO, LEV HAIBA, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, KENTARO KYOTANI, TAKANOBU AONE, KOUTAROU BOKUTO, WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA, SUGURU DAISHO, ATSUMU MIYA + ..

and other of your favorite characters !

[icyhottodo178]

Kinktober Day Seven: Thigh Riding-Kuroo Tetsuro

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮!!

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 18+ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 546

You were watching a movie at home with Kuroo as you were sat in between his legs and you had a blanket wrapped around you but you were getting bored since you were slowly losing interest so you decided to do something about it. You remove the blanket off yourself as you tossed it to the side before you start to strip your clothes off and Kuroo notices what you’re doing.

“What are you doing, baby? Trying to tease me or something?” Kuroo asked with an amused look on his face as you nod and you get up before you take off Kuroo’s jeans along with his boxers, absentmindedly tossing them to the side. Kuroo unbuttoned his shirt as he removed it and you sit on his thigh before you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady pace. Kuroo groans as he could feel the slick on his thigh already while you moan and Kuroo begins to kiss your neck, leaving a few hickeys.

You continue dragging your hips back and forth as you pace slowly increases while you moan but you moans get loudly when Kuroo begins to tease your clit with his fingers, making your body shake slightly. You knew how big of a tease Kuroo could be during sex as you continue your movements while Kuroo teases your by rubbing his finger on your clit but before you could reach your orgasm, he pulls away which causes you to whine in protest and he tuts at your neediness.

“K-Kuroo! Don’t tease me like that,” You said as he just smirks in response and he goes back to teasing your clit again but each time you were close to your orgasm he stops, pulling his fingers away from your clit each time. You had enough of this as you hold Kuroo’s hands so that he wouldn’t tease you again and your pace increases while you continues to ride on his thigh, your orgasm building up again. You let go of Kuroo’s hands as you focused on chasing your orgasm and Kuroo fondled your breasts while you moan out, your orgasm hit you.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for me,” Kuroo said as you moan while your body heaves and you slowly come down from your high. You could feel the stickiness of your slick on Kuroo’s thigh as you got off and grabbed some tissues to clean his thigh before throwing the tissues on the bin. You grab your clothes as you attempt to get dressed but Kuroo stops you from doing so and he picks you up before carrying you upstairs after turning off the television, the movie being completely abandoned.

Now that you had pulled that little stunt of yours, Kuroo couldn’t focus on the movie as you both knew what was going to happen next and you were glad to not be watching the movie right now. After all, you knew that you had turned Kuroo on after thigh riding him and there was no reason to continue watching the movie at this moment in time when he would rather have sex with you instead. It’s not like Kuroo was going to let you get away from teasing him like that and you knew it.

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 @icyhottodo178 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!! 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩!!

[fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou]

i think im tweaking rn folks ... it's been so long since i've been on tumblr but whatever is going on up 🧠 has not rotted yet

anyway here's some slightly nsfw kuroo hc's

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

kuroo tetsuro who worships your body on the nights you come home later than he does, hands roaming across your sides, wrapping around your stomach, crooning sweet words into your ear, "come on, my love, can't a man touch his lover after such a long day?"

kuroo tetsuro who is adamant he is touch-starved because you came home so late, his eyes mirroring one of a puppy's as he begs for your attention, "darling, really, how can you refuse a face like this?" "i can always just close my eyes" "you're so mean??"

kuroo tetsuro who calls out lewd things as you undress, hyping you up as he whistles while you strip, acting like he's a photographer on the red carpet, "you could fuck me and i'd say thank you," "you do that anyway, tetsu."

kuroo tetsuro who whines your name when you're finally crawling into bed, cuddling up to your side, kissing your neck hungrily as you smile, "let me make you feel good, come on, my love," "we have work tomorrow, tetsu," "mmm, but i told you i had serious business to attend to, with you,"

kuroo tetsuro who ends up spooning you in bed, after you give in to his charms, grinding ever so slightly to relieve the tension in his boxers without being too rough, "fuck, baby, I wanna feel you. please, please, let me."

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this is so self-indulgent, enjoy my loves 💋

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

[chiibi-chaan]

Bokuto Kotaro//love at first sight.

Content warnings//NSFW(+18, minors dni), Bokuto is an adult (at least 22 years old, he is a professional volleyball player), chubby!afab!reader in mind (no uses of specific pronouns, but Bokuto calls Y/n ´good girl' and ´sweet girl´), phone call sex (masturbation), soft Dom!Bokuto, slight dacryphilia, praises, pet names (sweet girl, good girl).

Word count//627.

A/N// It's a little long— Just because I’m in love with Bokuto.

MASTERLIST. HAIKYUU MASTERLIST.

Bokuto Kotaro seeing you for the first time during a match, not even an official one, just a friendly match against another team of professional players, his eyes focused on your pretty smile and how soft your cheeks would feel squished in his callused hands.

Bokuto Kotaro immediately falling head over heels for you, his cheeks reddening more from adoration than from all the effort he put in the match.

Bokuto Kotaro looking at you with wide eyes, unable to look away from you as you walked to one of the players of the team he was playing against, who was actually your cousin.

Bokuto Kotaro boiling with jealousy as you hugged the man, given that he didn't know at the moment that he was a member of your family.

Bokuto Kotaro trying to act as friendly as he could as he approached the team of your cousin, wanting to see you more closely, admiring your pretty face as you curiously looked up at him with big doe eyes.

Bokuto Kotaro's heart melting as he started to talk to you, completely ignoring your cousin or any other players, giving you all his attention.

Bokuto Kotaro giving you his number and telling you to send him a message if you wanted to talk to him, and almost screaming with joy as you actually did later in the evening.

Bokuto Kotaro talking with you through the phone all night, like a high school boy would with the girl he has a crush on, and switching to phone calls after a few days, needing to hear your sweet voice instead of just imagining it.

Bokuto Kotaro unable to fall asleep if it's not for your quiet voice lulling him to sleep late at night, as you tell him about your day, or about anything that would cross your mind.

Bokuto Kotaro actually screaming when you ask him on a date, jumping on his feet and running straight to the house of his best friend, Kuroo Tetsuro, to tell him about it.

Bokuto Kotaro confessing his love to you, stuttering and babbling about how he couldn't think about anything else except you and how he couldn't even think about you not being in his daily life anymore.

Bokuto Kotaro trying to keep your relationship as slow as possible, knowing himself and how eager he is about everything, but still making sure to show you how deep his love is for you.

Bokuto Kotaro's breath hitching and his body stiffing as he heard your voice trembling as you called you late during the night, soft sobs escaping your mouth as you told him about how frustrated you were because you couldn't make yourself orgasm.

Bokuto Kotaro clenching his teeth, trying to not lose his mouth as he felt his cock hardening in his boxers just at the sound of your shaky voice. He could imagine your glossy eyes full with tears of frustration as you told him that.

Bokuto Kotaro helping you touching yourself by guiding you, his deep voice whispering to you how to touch yourself, how to move your fingers in your sloppy cunt, drooling,g with wetness after how much you touched yourself before calling him. Bokuto Kotaro calling you his sweet girl, telling you how badly he needed to taste you, to feel the warmth of your pussy around his fat cock.

Bokuto Kotaro making you orgasm two times with just his words as you touched yourself like he told you to, your fingers coated with your honey and moans of his name coming out of your mouth.

Bokuto Kotaro calling you a good girl, praising you for listening to him so well, and promising you to make you cum himself later when you will be alone together.

[tarithenurse]

Best friends - 2

Fandom: Haikyuu Pairing/starring: Kuroo Tetsuro x fem!reader Word count: 1569 Content: Smut, fluff, explicit content, safety too, but mostly smut which equals loss of virginity. A/N: So...I kinda left off with Best Friends thinking it was gonna be a one-shot but it’s lived rent free in my head since then so here’s the second part. This time there’s no use of a CAH for inspiration but you get all the smut that was implied at the end of the previous chapter. Unbetaed.

Best friends – 2

Your eyes a tightly shut, your breath reduced to laboured gasps. How did you get here?

Blame a silly card game, you mind screams from far away on the other side of a foggy expanse. But how can you blame anything that makes you feel so fucking good? Yeah, sure, the black card had wrested secrets from you that you had expected to bring with you to the grave but now here you are: half undressed and fingers digging into the mattress beneath you.

Tetsuro’s strong hands are pulling at your thighs, pressing them outwards so he can have perfect access to your cunt. He’s humming to himself as though he likes the taste of you, pulling out your essence to devour with each lick and suckle that has your limbs shaking.

There’s just one problem.

“Tets...I’m...I’m s-so...” If he can make out your words it’d be a miracle as you stutter and slur.

For a moment he pauses to look up at you with a wide grin. “Want me to stop, baby-girl?”

“No!” You hadn’t meant to shout it and you cover your cheeks in embarrassment.

Kuroo just laughs. “Good.”

Kissing your inner thigh on the way, he delves back down, latching on to your clit with renewed vigour which causes you to moan shamelessly.

It’s not like sexual pleasure is completely unknown to you: you’ve got your toys and your fingers have made you familiar with certain preferences. But to be at the mercy of someone else, to be touched by another person and have them read your body’s needs so well. You never imagined just how intoxicating that would feel.

Heat bubbles in your core. Lazy waves that flood through your body to your mind and threaten to become too much even though something’s still missing.

Tetsuro shifts his hold, sitting with his legs holding yours in place. Sadly, he can’t keep eating you out and you whine at the loss of contact but that’s only until you realize that his hands are free to play. A thumb circles and nudges your clit while he slips a single finger from the other hand into your heat.

This is what I need! You’re far from full but already it feels better and your cunt clamps onto him, almost trying to pull him in despite the slow pumping and wriggling of the digit.

Then another finger and it feels even better. A groan slips from your lips, originating somewhere from deep within the chest. And you’re closer than you thought it would ever be possible without cumming.

Tossing your head back, breasts pushed upwards, you fight to breathe.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Tetsuro coos.

Searching for him, you have to blink before he gets into focus. Hair impossibly more tussled than normal, lips and chin glistening with your juices. The gold of his eyes is almost completely gone, swallowed by the lust that also shows itself as a daunting bulge in his boxers – at some point (you’re not sure when) he must have stripped his jeans and t-shirt off because he’s sitting bare-chested, making you hungry for more than he’s giving you.

Except...

“Come on, babe,” he tempts you, tightening the circle on your clit as he slips in a third finger, causing the waves to crash over you with a sudden force.

“Fuck!”

It’s your own voice but you’re not aware of having actually said anything because all your world consists off is the pleasure coursing through you, making your muscles clench and burn deliciously as your vision swims. Vaguely aware of your hands clawing at the anything within reach, you know instinctively that getting off on your own will never be adequate compared to this. You’ve really fucked yourself over with this.

“That’s it,” Tetsuro praises you as he slowly helps you down from the newfound heights, “so beautifully when you cum.” His fingers slip from you, just a single hand resting on your stomach as you feel the mattress dip and move under him while he comes to lie next to you. “Was that okay?”

It takes a moment before you find his gaze, deigning him with a ‘DUH’-look. Then you notice his arm moving and trail it down to his hand. A hand that’s wrapped around a weeping cock and you know what you want.

“Please, can we...do you have...?” Why is it so hard to ask for a condom? The guy’s just gone down on you and now is when you get shy??

But he seems to understand because he disappears for a moment and when he returns it’s with a silvery wrapper between the fingers. While he’s been gone, you’ve gotten rid of the last bit of clothes and now he can look you over appreciatively before holding the little square up for you to see.

“You sure about this, honey?” he asks even though he’s already reclaimed the position between your legs.

You know he wants more than a nod. “Yes please. I want you, Tetsu.”

He looks like a man whose dream has just come true. Grinning with delight, he sheds the boxer shorts completely, causing his erection to slap unceremoniously against his abdomen, and then unwraps the rubber, deftly slipping it on his throbbing cock and for a moment the size is intimidating.

Kuroo Tetsuro deserved all the credit a man can get because he takes it slow. Gently, he slides his cock through your folds, slicking the thin silicone wrapper in your essences before even attempting to enter you. Once aligned, he pauses and waits for your breath to even out a bit.

Then he pushes in and it’s overwhelming and filling in a way that his fingers had not been able to prepare you for.

“Keep breathing, [Y/N],” he whispers, voice rather strained, “deep breaths. Come on.”

And you do as he says, inhaling sharply through your nose and even remembering to exhale again, shakily.

Centimetre by centimetre, Tetsuro fills you up, pausing several times on the way to pull back a bit or give you a chance to adjust. Never once does he take his eyes off of your face and you find your gaze locking with his when you’re not staring at how he disappears into you (or when you’re not rolling your eyes backwards from the sweet stretch).

“Taking me so well,” he gasps, finally bottoming out.

“So...big...” you moan.

“Too big?” there’s concern laced into the words.

Shaking your head, you manage to convince him it’s just right and you testingly roll your hips just to see how it feels. It makes Tetsuro suck in air sharply.

“Let me, babe,” he groans, “wanna make you feel good.”

“You already did.”

“Please...let me more?”

You know what he means and nod in agreement, stretching your neck to kiss him. Slow, tongues dancing and Tetsuro even nibbles slightly at your bottom lip before he moves on to your throat. Teeth graze your skin as he rolls his hips, dragging his cock along your sweet spot, and the dual sensation has your legs moving on their own accord to wrap around his waist, making you clamp on tighter to him with your cunt too. A string of curses and adorations tumble from his lips but he keeps the pace slow and steady.

Your hands are scrambling for purchase and thankfully it doesn’t last long before you find that one is at home clawing onto his shoulder blade while the other can dig into his hair – it makes his eyes screw together and new groans fill the room, especially when you tug gently at the black mess.

Steadily, the elastic inside your core tenses once more and you admit as much: “Feels so good...more please...”

“More? Alright, babe.”

And he increases the pace, repositioning to slip a hand between your bodies where it comes to rest on your mound, thumb gently stroking your still sensitive clit.

Tetsuro’s face is as study of emotions: lust, determination, bliss. “So close, baby-girl,” he grits out, “can you cum for me?”

It’s not really a question because what he’s doing feels heavenly and your body is already zeroing in on the impending release. Two thrusts later and your entire body spasms, locking your best friend in place as his hips stutters and your back arches. Both of you call out, none of you coherent enough to truly answer.

You see white, sounds a distant sensory input that you can deal with later once the concentrated ecstasy has subsided...but for now all you can do is cling onto the warm body above you.

It takes a moment before your limbs return to your command once more and you gently free Tetsuro from your grip.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you become aware of how your nails have dug into his back.

He just smiles dopey and kisses your hard re-won breath away.

Eventually, you part, leaving you empty as he pulls out and saunters off to the bathroom. Upon return, he’s brought a damp cloth for you and while you clean up a bit, he gets the covers under control for the two of you to cuddle up under.

It feels like home to snuggle close to him. And as his breath even out, reaching the depths of a man asleep, you lie awake and relish in the nearness, knowing that nothing will ever be the same...and that’s definitely for the better.

[mythicalmyles]

Kuroo Tetsuro x Male!Reader

Kuroo and reader get caught in public

amab bottom male reader, drunk shenanigans, public, 18+,

The night air was cold against you skin, tree bark rubbing against your back as you sat leaned against it. Your mind buzzed heavily with alcohol and you made quick work of the bottle of whiskey wrapped up in your hand.

You looked up to see Kuroo approaching you, you looked up at him swaying. "H-hey." You were surprise he had came up to you after your argument earlier, "Hey." You could tell he was drunk, he managed to hide it better then you but after so long you had learned the tells.

"Why were you talking to that guy?" You let out a sigh through your nose, of course he had came to pick a fight. You clumsily got to your feet, grabbing the tree for support when your vision began swirling.

"Fuck sake." You mumbled out and Kuroo snorted. For some reason that snapped the last string of patience you had. "Fuck off. I'm si-sick of it. You act like a fucking jeal-lous boyfriend and yet you nev-never even claim me!" You yelled at him, barley comprehending your own words through the haze.

Kuroo's hands suddenly grabbing your shirt ripped you from your momentary daze, his lips slamming against yours had you gasping before returning his kiss. You could feel his breath fanning your face, body quickly overheating as your hands began roaming over eachothers bodies.

He pushed you up against the tree, bark momentarily causing discomfort before Kuroo's hands slid down the back of your trousers. His finger nails dug into your ass as he pulled and squeezed the flesh, you moaned into his mouth as your tongues pressed against eachother. You could barely breath, hands gripping Kuroo's back as you ground your pelvis' together.

You could feel your hard cocks press together, sloppily kissing each other without a care in the world. Before you knew it he was tugging your shirt up and over your arms, throwing it to the floor. If you had half a mind you would have scolded him for throwing your shirt into the dirt, but he bit into your collarbone and had your mind blanking.

He pushed three fingers into your mouth, eyes blowing wide as he watched you suck on his digits. Your drool pooled down his fingers, coating his palm as he wiggled his fingers in your mouth.

He pulled them out, free hand wrapping around the back of your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss. His spit lubed fingers slid into your boxers, wasting no time and shoving two into you. You moaned into his mouth, his index finger stroking your neck as his mouth swallowed your moans.

Your knees shook as his fingers dug deep into you, his fingers were long and expertly worked to undo you. You threw your head back as loud moans flew from you like a crescendo. “You look a lot prettier like this.” He had a cat like grin on his face, pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. He had seemed to have grown a little since high school, easily dwarfing you as he railed into you with his fingers.

“Ku-Kuroo, fuck, now.” You choked out, looking him in the eye. You ground back, fucking yourself on his fingers while you bit your lip in pleasure. He quickly pulled his fingers out of you, wiping them on your jeans when he spun you around.

Hard bark ground into your cheek, one of Kuroo’s hands on your upper back while the other pulled your jeans down. He spat down onto his cock, flicking his wrist as he spread it over his cock. His hand moved to grab your hip as he guided his cock into you, you let out high needy whines as he filled you. Choked gasps were torn from your throat as Kuroo bottomed out inside of you, you could hear him choking out gasps as you clenched around his cock. You could feel his cock grind against your prostate, distracting you from the sting as pleasure surged up your spine.

“Fuc-fuck. Tight.” Kuroo groaned into the back of your neck, his hot breath tickling your burning skin. Kuroo gave an experimental thrust, almost loosing his mind when you let out a loud moan and bent into him. His hands laced itself with yours, pinning them by your head against the tree trunk.

All you could do was sob as he pinned you against a tree and fucked your brains out, mind hazing away as pleasure began twisting its way through you.

“Well, i was wondering when this was going to happen.” A sudden smug voice had you both pausing your movements, Kuroo quickly pulling out of you as you both hastily buttoned up. You located your shirt quickly and began tugging it on. “Fuck off Oikawa.” Kuroo groaned, your eyes doubling once you realised the owner of the voice.

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Masterlist

Bold: NSFW

All them just fem! reader

Hinata Shoyo

Don't Judge Him

Welcome to Home

Phone Call

First Time (Virgin Reader!)

Nostalgia Concert

Know Your Place (Tomboy Boxer Reader!)

Lost Him

Kenma Kozume

Hangover

Full Time Cleaner || Part 1 || Part 2

Just a Five Minutes

Sleepless

Insomnia

Liar (Intersex reader!) || Part 1 || Part 2

Tsukishima Kei

I Love Make You Angry

Do You Think Could You Watch The Movie?

I'm Scared Without You

Lev Haiba

Ya Tebya Lyublyu

Three Virgin [Ft. Yaku Morisuke]

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Weekend Picnic

Movie Night

Am I Nothing?

After Match

Food,Shooping and You

Kuroo Tetsuro

I’m Sorry

My Horny Pervert || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Somnophilia

Be Up All Night At Door

Contract a Serious Disease

Unfaithful (Deaf reader!) ⬇️⬇️

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Oikawa Tooru

Misunderstood

You’re My Slave Now || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Atsumu Miya

Birthday Surprise

I’m Always With You [Brotherly Love]

Aone Takanobu

Considerate Boyfriend

Kittens

Comatose

My Last Thing I’d Like

Babysitting

Lost T-Shirt

Hero Who I Can’t See (Blind Reader!)

Happy Family Life

Kenji Futakuchi

Are You Cross With Me?

Tooth Extraction

Shower Together

Lollipop Boy

Constrained Betray || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Yuu Nishinoya

Sex Sessions || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Bad Weekend

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Peacefully Morning

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[kurooangel]

── SILENCE. ✦ ft kuroo tetsuro. ᡣ𐭩

content: smut. timeskip haikyuu. fem!reader. english isn't my first language. 481 words. masterlist.

kuroo doesn't care if you were on your phone talking with your coworker, he needs you now.

"baby, stop." you giggle while he keeps kissing your neck. his arms are wrapped around your waist while you're leaned on the kitchen counter. "no, no, I was talking to my... cat. yeah, he's rubbing against me because he wants cuddles." you talk to the phone. "this cat wants more than cuddles, sweetheart." he whispers against your ear as his grip on your waist tightens. "yeah, he is such a clingy kitty." you bite your lip when he rubs his hardness against your ass, trying to hold back a moan. he mutters your name against your neck, a needy whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. "on tuesday? I don't know, let me check, okay?" you grab your agenda and pass a few pages. "nah, on tuesday you won't be able to walk." he bites your shoulder. "c'mon baby, you're too good, don't change him your shift. I bet he's just doing this to talk with you." you roll your eyes playfully, letting his hands roam all over your body. "sure, I can change it with you, but you owe me one." you joke and gasp as you feel kuroo's hands lower your pants. "yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." your pyjama shorts fall off on the floor as he makes you turn around. you put your index finger on his lips to keep him silent, but his mouth finds his way to your neck, leaving marks while his hands grab your thights and settle you on the counter. "yeah? that's great! sure, have a good day with her." you try to keep your voice steady, but yet you wrap your legs around tetsuro's waist. "you damn tease." he chuckles. he lowers his sweatpants and his boxers, his gaze locked on yours.

"and... do you have vacation on november?" you keep talking with your coworker as kuroo rubs his thumb against your core through your panties. "could you change them for mine? mine's are on february. y'know, as an exchange for this little— ffuuuck!" you whine when he puts your panties to the side and pushes two fingers into your sticky walls. "sorry, I— I am cooking and I got burned. so, yeah? I do your shift on tuesday and you change your vacation f-for mine?" you try to speak, but kuroo's fingers go in and out your pussy, making sounds that you hope your coworker can't hear. "thank you so much, see you!" you quickly end the call when you feel his dick filling you. "couldn't wait more, baby." he chuckles and catches your lips with a fiery kiss. "asking for vacation for my birthday, huh? do you want me to fuck you during all november? because I definitely will." he growls against your mouth as his hips crashes against yours again.

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[cosmicgoddesswrites]

Punch Drunk

Boxer!Kuroo x F!Reader

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro dreams of making a name for himself in the city as one of the best boxers out there. But he can’t do that without a a gym to train at. Luckily for him, his best friend happens to know a hardass gym owner with a soft spot for dummies.

Word Count: 7,278

Warnings: Some violence (descriptions of boxing matches), bl00d, swearing. Slightly N*FW

Author’s Note: This won’t necessarily be a series, but I will be revisiting this AU in future one-shots. View this as sort of an introductory to the characters and the setting, as well as the romance between Kuroo and (Y/n).

Kuroo stared out the window of the cab he had called to get him to the address Bokuto had sent him.

The gym was deep in the city, thankfully not too far from Kuroo’s apartment. At least, that was Bokuto’s main selling point to get him to go.

Kuroo would have happily stayed at the gym a block away from his apartment… if he hadn’t been kicked out for ‘starting a fight.’ Kuroo didn’t necessarily start the fight… he didn’t end it either.

His mom always told him that mouth of his would get him into trouble. She of course was right.

The cab pulled to a sudden stop, causing Kuroo to lurch forward in his seat and the seatbelt to dig into his stomach. He narrowed his eyes at the cab driver before paying the fare and getting out of the vehicle.

He scanned the busy sidewalk, smiling once he caught sight of Bokuto waiting for him at the doors of the gym. The two greeted each other, exchanging a quick bro hug before parting and turning in unison towards the gym.

“So, this is (L/n) and Son’s, huh?” Kuroo asked, taking in the sight of the worn out sign above their heads. “I did some reading up on this place, apparently it’s famous.”

“That’s cuz (L/n) was a boxing legend! This place is pretty exclusive, you’re lucky you have a friend on the inside who could get you in with the owner!” Bokuto boasted, leading his friend inside the dimly lit gym.

Kuroo looked around, noticing the limited amount of people taking up the space. He expected it to be a lot more busy, given its reputation.

Rap music played over the speakers, barely audible due to the grunts and shouts coming from the people sparring in the boxing ring to the right of the door.

Kuroo spotted a man sitting in an office situated in the far corner of the gym. He began making his way there, only for Bokuto to grab his arm and stop him mid-stride.

“Where are you going?” he asked, tilting his head.

“To talk to (L/n) and or his son.” Kuroo responded, motioning towards the man who was now leaving his office.

Bokuto laughed awkwardly, “R-right, about that… there is no son in (L/n) and Son’s… That’s one of the trainers. Our girl’s over there.” He pointed towards a woman currently facing off against a stand-up punching bag.

Kuroo looked around, hoping no one had noticed his blunder as he adjusted his gym bag over his shoulder. He followed Bokuto to the section of the gym the woman was in, noting her impressive form as she continued training.

“(Y/n)~~~” Bokuto sang, catching her attention. She turned away from the bag, panting hard as she clenched and unclenched her fists.

“You’re late… None of my other trainers are ever late…”

Bokuto gave her a bashful smile, “Yeahhh well I had to wait for my friend to get here! He wants to enroll!” He motioned towards Kuroo, who smiled and waved at her.

(Y/n) sighed, glancing between the two men as she began unwrapping her hands. “Fine. Go get ready for your 11o’clock. I’ll take care of him.”

Bokuto saluted her before retreating into the men’s locker room.

“Well, let’s get this taken care of, newbie.” (Y/n) said, motioning for Kuroo to follow her to her office.

She took off her tank top as they entered, tossing it aside shamelessly and leaving her in a sport bra and sweatpants. (Y/n) flopped into the desk chair, grabbing a towel from nearby and wiping the sweat off her body.

Kuroo didn’t realize he was staring until she looked up at him and motioned for him to sit down.

“So, what kind of experience do you have?” she asked, pulling out a clipboard with a couple forms on it.

“Well, I did some boxing in high school. Nothing really serious though, it was more just for fun.” he said, looking around at all the photos in the room. He saw one of a man flexing his muscles with a toddler holding onto his bicep and being lifted off the ground. After staring at it for a good minute, he realized it was (Y/n) and her father.

“And is this for recreation? Or are we looking at a future boxing champion?” (Y/n) teased, sliding the clipboard across the messy desk and towards him.

Kuroo smirked slightly as he began writing down his information. “Best case scenario, boxing champion. Worse case scenario, just a punching bag that bets against myself in fights.”

He felt something within himself flutter as (Y/n) cracked a smile at his joke. “Well, we’ll see what we can do to help that. Is Kou gonna train you?”

Kuroo finished up the paperwork and handed her the clipboard. “Could you?”

She snorted as she took the clipboard from him and began looking over his information. “Honey, you couldn’t afford me. License and credit card, please.”

Kuroo laughed loudly, handing her the cards and ignoring the looks they received from the people outside the office.

She wrote down the information then handed him his cards back. “Alright, gym is all yours. No breaking the equipment, and don’t go starting fights. If you have a problem with someone you take it outside. You already know where the locker room is, if you need anything ask Kou.”

Kuroo gave her a small smirk, “Can’t I ask you?”

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him slightly, a smirk of her own painting her features. “No. Now go on.”

Kuroo hurried out of the office, giving her one last glance before making his way to the locker room. He ran into Bokuto on his way there.

“Sooo… she’s cute huh?” Bokuto asked, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.

Kuroo gave him a small shove. “You should’ve told me the owner was an attractive woman. I would have brought more appealing gym clothes.”

“Hey hey! Don’t get mad at me… just show off extra hard for her then.”

Bokuto whined, waving him off as he left to grab some bottled waters for the person he was training.

Kuroo changed into his gym clothes and began wandering around the gym, settling on doing simple combos on one of the many punching bags in the gym. It wasn’t until (Y/n) left her office that Kuroo began getting into his workout, throwing harder and more frequent punches.

She walked right past him and into the women’s locker room, presumably to shower.

Well, now he had to keep working out that hard or the other patrons would catch on to his peacocking. He figured he’d train a couple more minutes like that on the bag before he was in the clear, then he’d take a water break and find something else to do.

“Kuroo!”

He jumped at the mention of his name, turning to glare at his spiky haired friend who had just barked his name. Bokuto was currently standing in the ring, the biggest man Kuroo had ever seen standing beside him.

Bokuto sent him a bright smile as he waved him over, “Come on into the ring, bud! There’s someone I wanna introduce you to!”

Kuroo huffed, leaving the bag and climbing into the ring.

“Kuroo, this is my trainee, Ushijima!” Bokuto announced, wrapping an arm around Kuroo as he motioned towards the larger man. “He has a fight coming up in a couple weeks and I need someone to spar with him so I can critique his technique!”

Kuroo was half processing the words coming out of his mouth, too busy taking in the wall of muscle standing before him. They had to be about the same height, but Jesus. This guy was a monster…

“So? Think you can help us out?” Bokuto said, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

“Sure… yeah, I can do that…” Kuroo gulped, trying his best not to stutter and give away his anxiety. He quickly turned, picking up and putting on the spare protective gear his friend had left in the corner of the ring.

Once he turned to Ushijima, he swallowed his anxiety and put his gloves up. One of the trainers out of the ring rang a bell, signaling them to begin sparring.

Ushijima was on him in an instant, throwing the first punch as Kuroo kept his gloves up, blocking the hit but still being rocked by the heavy blow. He was sure he heard Bokuto barking instructions, but Kuroo was too busy trying not to die to listen to the trainer’s words.

He finally took a hit to the jaw after his opponent faked him out. Kuroo dropped to his knee, grunting as he struggled to cup his face with his gloved hand.

“Kuroo! You okay?!” Bokuto asked.

Kuroo moved back onto his feet, “Just a little tickle…” he said through his mouth-guard. Once he seemed to maintain his balance the bell rang, and Kuroo was once again dodging the first hit from Ushijima.

He decided to stay lighter on his feet, dancing around the ring in an attempt to tire out the other boxer. His tactic seemed to be working. As Ushijima struggled to keep up with him, Kuroo moved in close and landed a hit on his jaw.

Without warning, Ushijima quickly recovered and sent a harsh blow to Kuroo’s gut, sending him back to the floor.

Kuroo gasped for air as he laid in a heap, crumbled over himself. He blocked out Bokuto’s voice, trying to focus his breathing to recover.

“Did that tickle too?”

It was Kuroo’s first time ever hearing his opponent’s voice, but it was Ushijima without a doubt who had sent the taunt his way.

Kuroo slowly stood up, ignoring the ache in his stomach as he glared daggers at the other trainee. He didn’t even wait for the bell to signal the start of the next round. He just stalked towards Ushijima, arms at his sides and fire in his eyes.

No surprise, Ushijima took the first swing. But Kuroo ducked out of the way before hitting him with a two-hit combo. They were light hits, something to throw the more muscular boxer off rather than cause damage.

Bokuto was yelling for Kuroo to put his gloves up, his orders falling on deaf ears.

Kuroo didn’t bother keeping his distance this round, giving Ushijima no room to breath as he bobbed and weaved away from his hits while delivering some of his own.

“Keep your defense up, Ushijima! You’re letting him get to you! Just cuz his defense is sloppy doesn’t mean yours has to be too!” Bokuto said, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the two.

Sure enough, Ushijima raised his gloves, giving Kuroo adequate access to his stomach. He took a hard swing at him, knocking the air out of him and sending him onto one knee.

Kuroo smiled victoriously as the bell signaled the end of the round.

In a blur, Ushijima jumped up onto his feet and swung at Kuroo, hitting him square in the nose.

His vision went black the second he hit the mat. He wasn’t sure how many seconds passed until he regained his vision. The first thing he heard was Bokuto scolding Ushijima for throwing a punch after the round had ended.

Then he heard heavy footsteps move past him and out of the ring.

Somebody then hoisted Kuroo onto his feet. He turned his head to see Bokuto looking over his nose. Kuroo’s head lulled as he watched Ushijima walk towards the men’s locker room.

“Yeah, that how you fight? Take cheap shots and hope they stick?” he slurred, the feeling of warm liquid dripping from his nose and down his face fueling his words.

Ushijima whipped around to face him, looking like he was ready to pounce into the ring and rip Kuroo apart.

“The hell did you just say?” He asked, the threatening tone of voice doing little to get Kuroo to back down.

As Ushijima prepared to climb back in the ring, (Y/n) rushed out of the bathroom with one of the trainers hot on her heels.

“The fuck is going on here? Why’s the newbie bleeding all over my mat?!” she shouted, making her way to the edge of the ring.

“They were sparring and-”

“Your boy here takes cheap fucking shots!” Kuroo shouted, interrupting Bokuto as he made a move towards Ushijima, only for Bokuto to hold him back.

“Say that one more time, I swear to God-” (Y/n) stepped in front of Ushijima, pressing her hands to his chest to hold the larger man back.

“And you’ll fucking what?” she growled, not faltering as he shifted his deadly gaze onto her.

The gym went deathly quiet, everyone seeming to wait for Ushijima’s response.

(Y/n) slowly removed her hands from his chest. “That’s what I thought…” she scoffed. “You both know the rules. You can’t keep it civil in the ring, you get out. I see either of you start more shit and I’ll make sure no other gym in the city lets you so much as spit in their direction…”

She looked between the two men, her expression sending a chill down Kuroo’s spine.

“You,” she said, her voice low and tone steely, “hit the showers…”

He stared down at her for a moment before turning on his heel and retreating to the locker room.

Kuroo’s shoulders went lax as he breathed a sigh of relief, only to tense once again when (Y/n) addressed him.

“And you… get in my office.”

Without another word, she went to her office, leaving Kuroo and Bokuto standing there in shock.

“Is she gonna kill me…?” He asked, looking at his friend.

“Maybe… Go…” Bokuto said, helping his friend out of the ring.

Kuroo hesitantly closed the office door behind him and took a seat in front of (Y/n)’s desk, her eyes on him the whole time. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she suddenly got up and moved around her desk.

She sat at the edge of the desk, glancing at the large window that offered her a view of the gym to make sure the blinds were shut. She took a tissue box from the corner of her desk and handed it to him once she was sure they had privacy. “How bad does it hurt?”

Kuroo shrugged, wiping the blood off his face and quickly plugging his nostrils with tissues. “Not too bad…”

(Y/n) leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she studied his nose. “Doesn’t look broken, so that’s good. You might just need to ice it.”

“You didn’t just bring me in here to play nurse, did you?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

(Y/n)’s lips tugged into a slight smirk, “You don’t like it when I play nurse?”

He felt his cheeks warm. “You were ready to rip my head off earlier… so I’m a bit suspicious of it if I’m being honest.”

Her expression softened, for a moment Kuroo swore he saw some deep, foreign emotion swirl within her eyes. “You’re pretty good, y’know…”

Kuroo’s tough guy façade dropped as he looked up at her, eyes wide and full of hope, hope that she wasn’t toying with him.

She continued, “You’re kind of a jackass, and smack talking the competition like that will get you killed… but you still got talent…”

“Thank you…” he breathed, suddenly aware of how nasally his voice had become with the tissues stuffed up his nose.

“How would you feel about getting set up with one of our trainers, officially? They’d have weekly appointments with you three times a week and monitor your progress, get you on a fast track to your first match.”

Kuroo practically jumped up from his seat, “Yes! That sounds awesome! Yeah, I want that!”

(Y/n) chuckled at his eagerness as she raised her hands up in mock surrender, “Alright, take it easy, newbie. I still gotta find a trainer who has a clear schedule for you.”

“I meaaaan… you could always do it…?” Kuroo trailed off, raising his eyebrows at her. His heart stopped when she looked like she was thinking it over, weighing the pros and cons of actually training him.

“Once you make mama some money, I’ll consider training you… For now, I’ll see who I have available…” She said, hopping off her desk and returning to her chair.

“Thank you,” he said, his soft tone surprising himself, “Really… this means so much.”

(Y/n) smiled and looked him over before hastily looking away to retrieve a binder from her desk. Kuroo coulda sworn she was checking him out. “Go home and rest up… can’t have a future star like you bleeding all over my gym… I’ll call you once I got a trainer for you.”

“Thanks…” time to turn on the charm, “you can call me even if you don’t have a trainer for me, y’know… just throwing that out there.”

(Y/n) looked up from her binder, grabbed the box of tissues and threw it at him, laughing as he smacked it away. “Goooo!” she whined, ducking her head out of his view.

He quickly left the office, shutting the door behind him. He couldn’t stop the big, cheesy grin on his features, even when he passed Ushijima on his way to the locker room.

Once he had showered and changed, he couldn’t help but try and look into (Y/n)’s office through her window. He only caught a small glimpse of her on his way out, noting her small smile and soft eyes, the same emotion he noticed earlier present in her (E/c) orbs.

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(Y/n) called Kuroo the next day with news about the trainer she had assigned to him. Much to his disappointment, she wouldn’t be training him.

He came into the gym to meet his trainer, trying to mask his intimidation once he caught sight of the dude’s arms. If he ever put me in a chokehold, I’d be dead…

Iwaizumi seemed nice enough, he started off slow with Kuroo, getting to know his strengths and weaknesses. But Kuroo could tell his constant comments and quips were getting on his new trainer’s nerves.

Kuroo didn’t see much of (Y/n) in the upcoming weeks, only seeing her when she’d walk around the gym or check in on his progress with Iwaizumi.

He couldn’t text the number she called him from, based on the call quality he was sure it was connected to the ancient phone in her office. Asking Bokuto or Iwaizumi for her personal number would be too creepy. He was stuck and he was upset.

He was in the middle of taking his frustrations out on a punching bag when a familiar whistle prompted him to take a break. He turned to see Iwaizumi approaching him with a medium sized box under his arm.

“Got something for ya, newbie.” He said, handing the taller man the box.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at him, not taking him for the ‘bro-gift’ type, before opening the box. His jaw practically dropped as he took out a bright red jacket and tossed the box aside. His name adorned the back of the jacket in black lettering, popping against the shiny, red material.

“Holy shit…” he looked up at Iwa, ready to thank him, only for the trainer to hold up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t look at me. It’s from the boss.” He said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of her office.

Kuroo could see her through her office window watching the two as she talked on the phone. He had a suspicion she was faking the phone-call just to look busy while she watched him open the gift.

“You can thank her once you’re done for the day… and pick up that damn box, she’ll take the jacket back if you leave your trash laying around.” Iwa scolded him, lightly kicking the box at Kuroo’s feet.

Kuroo did exactly that, peeking into her office once he had finished his shower. She waved him in, smiling once she noticed he was wearing the jacket.

“I take it you like your gift?” she asked, fiddling with one of the many pens that littered her desk.

“I love it,” he said, smirking as he leaned back comfortably in his chair. “Though I gotta say, it’s insanely red.”

(Y/n) smiled, lightly shrugging her shoulders. “Makes it so they can’t see you bleed.”

“You think I’ll get hit that much?” Kuroo pouted.

“I would hope not. Iwaizumi says you’ve made a lot of progress, he’d probably kick your ass if you got sloppy and got the shit kicked out of you in the ring-” (Y/n) was cut off by the office phone’s high pitched ring.

She picked it up only to hang it up not a second later. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her curiously, to which she shrugged. “At least I can keep one of my trainees happy…” Her eyes wandered to the papers on her desk, Kuroo hadn’t even noticed the posters stacked messily underneath her crossed arms.

“My ESP is telling meeee… Ushijima’s fight got cancelled?” he asked, frowning as (Y/n) nodded.

“The twerp he was supposed to fight chickened out. I got the call this morning.” she sighed, leaning back into her chair and brushing a hand through her hair. “And Ushijima’s pissed. I told him I’d call him if I had good news and now he won’t stop calling me.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Not unless you have a boxer friend, who isn’t Bokuto, that can be ready for the match last minute.” she replied.

Kuroo sat up straight, a cocky smile gracing his features. “Lucky for you, I happen to be a boxer! Aaaand I won’t flake on you.”

(Y/n) scoffed, shaking her head at him. “The fight is in a week and you are nowhere near ready to have an actual match against Ushijima.”

HIs smile faltered, “Excuse you, you said I had talent!”

“Yeah, when you were sparring!” she groaned. “You’ve gotten better, I’ll give you that. But he’s too good and I won’t have you dying in my gym… for insurance reasons.”

“I signed a waiver! Iwa says I can have my first match soon, why not break the ice and start next week?”

“Because he’ll break your face!” (Y/n) shouted, catching Kuroo off guard as he flinched away.

(Y/n) closed her eyes, placing her hand on her chest as she took a deep breath to calm herself. “If Iwa can say without hesitation that you’re ready… We can put you on the roster. But if anything, and I mean anything, happens that shows me you weren’t ready, I’ll make sure you never get another match in this city.”

He couldn’t help the smile that crept on his features. “I’ll go talk to Iwa then…”

Two minutes later and Iwa was in (Y/n)’s office, clearly having an unpleasant chat with her about the upcoming match. She must have felt Kuroo’s eyes on her as he watched the scene unfold before him, because she eventually turned to the window of her office and closed the blinds.

A couple minutes later, Iwa had opened the door to the office, unshaken by the encounter with (Y/n). He motioned for Kuroo to enter, shutting the door behind the taller man and leaning against it.

Kuroo reluctantly took a seat in his usual spot, eyeing (Y/n) cautiously as she looked him up and down.

“If you can sign all this paperwork for me,” she began, sliding a packet of papers towards Kuroo, “and promise you won’t get that nice face of yours broken… you can fight in the match…”

Kuroo grabbed a pen and began filling out the packet immediately. (Y/n) bit back a smile, grateful he didn’t poke at her comment about his looks. She shifted her gaze back to Iwa, “Go tell Bokuto what’s goin on. We’re gonna need a second trainer on Kuroo for what little time we have left before the match.”

Iwa nodded and promptly left the room.

“Yknow, he made a good case for you. You should buy him a beer or something.” (Y/n) suggested, tapping a pen against her desk as she watched Kuroo work.

“I might,” he chuckled, signing his name on the last page of the packet before handing it off to her. “Maybe I’ll buy you one too…”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but snort. “Maybe if you win…now go on, I have a lot of work to do now.”

Kuroo practically jumped out of his seat, eager to talk to Bokuto about the good news, but stopped in the doorway of the office to look at (Y/n) one last time. “Hey… thanks.”

(Y/n) looked up from the paperwork he had just handed her, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re welcome…newbie.”

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Kuroo figured he’d be nervous before the match, but he felt like he was about to shit his pants as he waited in the locker room. Fuck, would he shit his pants if Ushijima hit him in the stomach? God, that would be so embarrassing. He should have bought brown gym pants. Well, hindsight was 20/20-

“Kuroo! You’re on!” Iwa barked into the locker room.

Kuroo took a deep breath before making his way out of the women’s locker room. He felt a stabby feeling in his chest when he saw Ushijima exit the adjacent locker room in unison with him.

They both walked through the crowd of people and approached the ring. Kuroo felt a tiny wave of relief wash over him when he saw (Y/n) standing in the ring. She looked almost as nervous as he did.

“Here are your fighters! Place your final bets while you can, folks!” (Y/n) announced over the chatter of the crowd, directing them towards one of the trainers who stood beside a chalkboard to keep track of the bets.

Kuroo entered his corner of the ring, shedding his jacket onto a chair before putting on his gear. (Y/n)’s bare feet padded against the mat as she made her way towards him. She leaned against the ropes, offering him a slight smile. “Still wanna do this?”

Kuroo only nodded, knowing his mouthguard would muffle his speech.

“Good! Cuz there’s no turning back now!” she shouted over the crowd’s chatter. (Y/n) left to the opposite corner of the ring, probably to check up on Ushijima before the match.

Iwa snapped his fingers in Kuroo’s face, forcing his eyes off (Y/n)’s back and towards him. “Keep your head in the ring, Kuroo. Don’t get caught up on me, or the crowd, or even (Y/n). It’s best 3 out of 5, so let’s make these rounds count, okay?”

Kuroo nodded, only for his focus to shift back to (Y/n) as she stepped into the middle of the ring once more. “Alright boys! Let’s roll!”

Kuroo hoisted himself into the ring, the feeling of the crowd’s eyes on him made him feel naked as the day he was born. He almost double-checked to make sure he had his shorts on.

“You know him, you love him! In the left corner, Ushijima Wakatoshi!” (Y/n) shouted, motioning to Ushijima as the crowd went wild. Ushijima seemed unfazed by the crowd’s support.

“In the right corner, newcomer, Kuroo Tetsuro!” (Y/n) yelled, motioning towards Kuroo and queueing some cheers, some boos, and lots of wolf whistles. If Kuroo didn’t feel naked before, he certainly did now.

The two met (Y/n) in the middle of the ring, where she laid out the rules for the match. Kuroo almost didn’t hear her, too caught up in the death glare Ushijima was sending him. They wordlessly went to their corners, waiting for (Y/n) to get out of the ring and start the match.

Once she was at the ropes, the bell was rung to begin the match. To no one’s surprise, Ushijima lunged for the first hit, just as he’d done during their sparring.

Kuroo narrowly dodged the hit, but it was quickly followed by a second jab to his stomach. He was grateful it wasn’t a full-force hit, because he’d already be on the ground if it was.

Kuroo delivered a few quick combos his opponent’s way, doing no real damage with the hits that did land. Before he knew it, he was getting fatigued from dancing around to keep out of Ushijima’s reach. Just as someone in the crowd sent a profanity Kuroo’s way, Ushijima punched him square in the face, pushing past his gloves for a brutal blow that sent Kuroo to the floor.

The bell rang, Kuroo didn’t even realize how long he had been on the ground, it felt like a millisecond. He forced himself to get up, growling as Ushijima stepped back into his corner.

“You move around too much and you’re gonna be walking into his fist,” Iwaizumi scolded, helping Kuroo take a much needed drink of water. “Keep letting him go for the first hit, let him come to you. Make your hits count, don’t be afraid to get close.”

The next round went by too quick for Kuroo’s comfort, he followed Iwa’s instructions, but Ushijima’s hits were merciless, like every bit of his weight was put into each punch.

Iwa’s second pep talk was blocked out by the slight ringing in Kuroo’s ears. His eyes were focused on Ushijima, basically lounging in his corner. Then he looked (Y/n)’s way, and to his surprise, she was looking back at him. She didn’t look sad, or disappointed, or even angry. But there was a fire in her eyes, one he saw in his own the weeks prior to the match.

He didn’t know how long he had been staring into her eyes, he didn’t even realize he had been doing it until (Y/n) gave him a curt nod and mouthed something out to him.

Go get him.

Kuroo ignored the jeers and insults from the crowd, only focusing on the feeling of (Y/n) watching him as he made his way to the middle of the ring once more.

Ushijima went for the first hit, as always, only this time Kuroo sidestepped towards him and sent a hard blow to his face. Ushijima seemed surprised by this, and honestly, so was Kuroo. He felt like he needed to be on the defensive with an opponent like Ushijima, but that obviously wasn’t working.

I’m small, I’m fast, I can use that.

Kuroo allowed himself to get closer to his opponent during the rest of the round. He took some hard hits, but he delivered his fair share of them as well.

Ushijima moved backwards, attempting to get some breathing room, but Kuroo only followed. He hit Ushijima with an uppercut to his jaw. It was nasty, but not against the rules.

The hit sent Ushijima to the mat, where he stayed until the bell signaled the end of the round. The crowd was now on Kuroo’s side, but it was (Y/n)’s cheers that stood out to him the most.

He went to his corner with pep in his step, unaware that he was being followed. Before Iwa could start up another pep talk, (Y/n) leaned over Kuroo in his seat, forcing him to make eye contact with her.

“You just need to take him out one more time, okay?”

Kuroo sent her a questioning glance, only for her to lean in closer to him. “I bet a lot of money that you’d win two rounds of this. So even if you lose, I’ll make sure you get paid tonight… You already got him looking scared, just finish him off…”

“Ifm I dimdt hamf tihs moumthguard im righmt mow, I’d toadally kith you.” he said, watching as (Y/n) stood straight and crossed her arms.

“I hate that I understood exactly what you said,” (Y/n) mumbled, earning a blush from Kuroo, “Now get back in there.”

Kuroo made his way into the ring with a goofy smile on his face. He tried his best to hide it when he faced Ushijima, but he knew the giant had caught a glimpse of it. And he was not very happy about that.

Kuroo took some hard hits during that round he figured it was punishment for getting too cocky after winning a single round. After a minute or two, he was on the mat, breathing hard as he felt one of his eyes Ushijima landed a hit on already swelling.

Kuroo could see (Y/n) through his blurry vision, she was hollering for him to get back up, screaming like a madwoman. With a grunt he forced himself to get up just before the bell could ring. His movements were sluggish, but he knew if he could crowd the giant again, he could knock him down and end the round.

It took some hard work, but Kuroo had eventually wrangled Ushijima into a corner. He began landing merciless blows to his gut, hitting him with combos while ignoring Ushijima’s defensive hits to Kuroo’s back and face. Eventually, Kuroo hit Ushijima with another uppercut that floored him and ended the round.

Kuroo didn’t waste a lot of time in his corner, he knew Iwa would try to tell him to take it easy or take the L with grace, but Kuroo was riding this high to victory. He drank his water and ran back to the center of the ring, where Ushijima was waiting for him.

He quickly regretted not taking a moment to rest, he felt like cinder blocks were tied to his feet, this was the most exhausting thing he’d ever done. One hit and he would be out.

Kuroo spared a quick look at (Y/n), hoping she could fuel his fire again.

Then Ushijima swung at him with what felt like the gusts of a thousand winds.

Kuroo spun in place, the force of the punch making him do a 180 turn in place. Shit, his mouthguard even flew out from between his lips.

His vision went black once he smacked against the mat.

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Kuroo woke up to a stinging feeling on his cheek. His whole face felt like it was on fire, Jesus his whole body felt like it was burning. He forced his eyes open, only to be met with the sight of (Y/n) practically in his lap as she pressed an alcohol pad to his face.

“Sleeping Beauty’s finally up,” she said, keeping her tone light as she tossed the pad in a nearby trashcan.

Kuroo looked around unfamiliar surroundings only for (Y/n) to hold his chin and still him. “Don’t move so much, hot shot. You’re in my apartment above the gym.”

She took a small, open container out of the first-aid kit resting on the nearby coffee table and began gingerly rubbing the wounds on his face with what he guessed was ointment.

“I didn’t win, did I?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

(Y/n) gave him a sad smile. “No… but you still made some good money tonight. And now you got a nice ice bath with your name written all over it.”

She wiped the remnants of the ointment off her fingers and onto his shorts. (Y/n) tossed the container into the first-aid kit, making a move to leave, “Iwa will be back soon with some food for us, so we should get you in the bath now.”

(Y/n) struggled for a moment to hoist Kuroo onto his feet. If he had to guess, Iwa helped (Y/n) get him up the stairs and onto her couch after the match.

She led him to her tiny bathroom, motioning towards the tub already filled with ice cold water. “Just sit in there and relax your muscles, I need to go downstairs and wash your stink off of me.”

“You don’t wanna join me?” Kuroo asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her despite the pain.

“You look half dead and that’s all you can think about?” (Y/n) asked, trying to bite back her smile.

Kuroo shrugged, “I feel half dead, but I think you could help with that.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes before lightly pushing him towards the tub, “I am helping. Now get in the tub.”

Kuroo snickered and began tugging down his shorts, not even waiting for (Y/n) to leave the restroom. She practically sprinted out of the bathroom once she caught sight of his v-cut, causing him to laugh heartily before getting in the tub.

Once he was settled, he noticed some clothing in his size on the toilet seat beside him. She had probably set it aside earlier for him. He smiled to himself before sinking further into the water.

He left the tub after about 15 minutes, knowing he would get sick if he stayed longer. Kuroo dried off and dressed himself before making his way back to the couch.

He took note of the clothing (Y/n) had given him, grey joggers and a black and white flannel shirt. They were comfortable, and somehow the perfect size for him. He would have to ask her about that once she was back from her shower.

Kuroo had to keep his jaw from dropping when she came back. She wore a pair of tiny sleep shorts and a loose tank top, her moist hair dripping onto the material and causing it to cling to her skin. Kuroo couldn’t help but feel like she had given him those grey joggers out of more than just the kindness of her heart.

(Y/n) locked the door behind her and approached the couch, sitting on the far end of it, much to Kuroo’s dismay. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better. Much less dead.” he replied.

“You’re bleeding. I think from one of your stitches” she sighed, reaching back into the first-aid kit for an alcohol pad. Kuroo hadn’t even noticed the stitches, probably because they were on his forehead and under his bangs where Ushijima landed a particularly nasty hit.

“Think it’ll scar?” he asked, shivering as (Y/n) sat closer to him and brushed his bangs back.

“Definitely, but it wont be too bad.” She said, brushing the pad over the wound and drawing a hiss from between Kuroo’s gritted teeth. “I think the ladies will like it.”

Kuroo chuckled, shivering as (Y/n) used the cool pad to clean the blood that had dripped down his face. “There’s only one lady that I want to like it…”

(Y/n) pulled back, rolling her eyes at Kuroo’s words. “Me?”

“No! God, so full of yourself!” Kuroo smirked, laughing as (Y/n)’s jaw dropped in shock.

“Okay, ass. Get a new nurse, then.” she pouted, moving to get out of his lap only for Kuroo to pull her to straddle him. She made no move to get out of his hold, signaling him to continue.

“You know you’re my favorite nurse…” he cooed, watching (Y/n) intently as she nervously bit her lip. “But I still have some pains I need treated…”

“Yeah?” she asked, her body slowly relaxing against his as he gently rubbed her forearms. Kuroo playfully pouted at her, adjusting his body under her so he was sitting up against the arm of the couch.

“Here,” he said, pointing to one of his bruised cheeks. It looked like (Y/n) was in the middle of an internal debate when she leaned in and gently kissed the spot. Kuroo smiled as he watched her sit up and bat her eyes at him.

“Here,” he said, this time pointing at a spot on his chest covered by his shirt. (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him before slowly unbuttoning the shirt and running her fingertips down his toned stomach. She pressed another gentle kiss to the spot he had pointed out, this time allowing her lips to linger on his flesh before parting from him.

Kuroo could feel the warmth between her thighs intensifying. He experimentally shifted his hips against hers, drawing a shaky gasp from her. He licked his lips before pointing at his bottom lip. “Here…”

(Y/n) leaned in close to him, brushing her lips over his teasingly. They both lingered, breathing each other in before finally allowing their lips to meet. Kuroo moaned at the taste of her, his hips stuttering against (Y/n)’s as his body responded to their kiss.

(Y/n) instinctively ground her hips against his, throwing caution to the wind as she deepened the kiss and wound her fingers through Kuroo’s messy hair. The kiss was wild and desperate, the needs of the two shining through as they gripped and ground against one another.

Kuroo suddenly hisses in pain, causing (Y/n) to hastily pull back and look him over. “Oh god, what happened?”

“J-just aching… I’m fine.” Kuroo reassured, adjusting his body under her.

(Y/n) bit her lip, “You’re too hurt, now's not the time…”

Kuroo cupped her cheeks and pulled her into another kiss, just as sloppy as the last. “Nuh-uh, I’ve been waiting for this for weeks,” he moaned against her lips, dragging his hands down her body to cling to her flimsy tank top, “I can handle a little pain…”

(Y/n) shivered at his words. She sighed shakily as she took his hands and slid them under her shirt, giving him permission to touch her bare skin. (Y/n) moaned louder as Kuroo nipped at her lips and tugged at her nipples, all while his hips worked at her core.

“Fuck- please,” (Y/n) begged into the kiss, struggling to tug the joggers past his sculpted thighs. The lack of boxers she provided him meant he was ready to go the second his cock was exposed.

Kuroo was in the process of tugging (Y/n)’s shorts off when they heard a knock at the door. (Y/n) groaned in frustration against Kuroo’s lips before adjusting her shorts and climbing off him.

“No-no-no, please, c'mon just send him away,” Kuroo whined, reluctantly pulling up his pants.

“I’m horny but I’m hungry.” (Y/n) sighed, fanning herself as she approached the door.

Kuroo grabbed the first-aid kit and placed it over his boner just as Iwaizumi and Bokuto entered the apartment.

“Hey hey hey! There’s our champ!” Bokuto cheered, holding up two packs of beer.

“I lost, Bo.” Kuroo smiled, hoping his friend wouldn’t press him for a hug.

“Well we got a nice consolation prize, 4 pizzas and plenty of beer to make you forget about how fucked up your face is.” Iwaizumi announced, earning an elbow to his ribs from (Y/n).

“No more playing around, let’s eat.” (Y/n) said, grabbing a box of pizza from Iwa’s stack and sitting beside Kuroo.

“Yes, m’am….” Kuroo teased, winking at (Y/n) as he took a slice from the box.

(Y/n) answered with a signature eyeroll before biting into her own slice of pizza.

Kuroo would have to continue their make-out session later. For now, he would celebrate his first match with his friends, and hope that he would win the next one.

If he got to kiss the girl of his dreams after a loss, he wondered what he’d get after a win.

[cosmic-goddess-leo]

Fluffy boxer!au Kuroo ans y/n after one of them had a fight, won, but got HURT! Fluffy comforts and smooches

hittin me up with those Boxer!AU requests *cries*

Kuroo didn’t know if he should be turned on or worried.

He had the time of his life watching (Y/n)’s MMA match with Iwaizumi, Bokuto, and the other trainers from (L/n) and Son’s gym. They had spent the night drinking, waiting in anticipation for their friend (and secret lover) to get in the ring.

Kuroo swore he wrecked his vocal cords from how loud he was cheering for her when she finally entered the ring. He was even louder when her opponent went down.

To anyone who hadn’t fought/sparred with (Y/n) prior, it looked like she was cornered. But Kuroo knew she had the other fighter right where she wanted her. (Y/n) was wailing on her in the blink of an eye, hitting her nonstop with punches and kicks.

Then as her opponent backed up and made a move to charge, (Y/n) jumped in her direction, her knee smacking right against the other’s face.

It was one hell of a hit. One that had the unfortunate woman down for the count. The match ended and (Y/n) raised her bloody hands in the air, screaming in victory as the crowd went wild.

It wasn’t until she met up with them after the fight that Kuroo realized how many hits she had taken.

Her exposed skin was littered with scratches and bruises, most of them bandaged up already by the on-site medics. The real eye-candy was the large bandage on her left cheek.

Iwa let out a low whistle, clapping his hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder and earning a wince from her. “got stitches, huh?”

“Yup, thankfully the nurse had steady hands so my modeling career isn’t over.” (Y/n) joked. She lifted the cloth to reveal the clean set of stitches on her cheek. They would probably leave a small scar, just about 2 inches long.

“How’re you feeling?” Bokuto asked, placing his hands on his hips as he watched (Y/n) take a sip of her water bottle.

“Thirsty. Let’s go get some fuckin drinks, I haven’t had alcohol for months.” she groaned, earning cheers from the group of trainers.

Kuroo, on the other hand, felt more inclined to take her home and make sure she was alright. He sat close to her the whole night, watching for any indicator that she was in pain.

It wasn’t until they had finished their food and gotten into their third round of drinks that Kuroo saw her cradling her ribs under her father’s old oversized jacket.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” He said, trying to keep his tone light so as not to ruin the mood.

To his surprise, (Y/n) agreed, grabbing her things and bidding goodbye to the trainers. Kuroo gave them some half-assed excuse about having to wake up early the next day, making a big show of offering to share a cab with (Y/n).

The dimly lit cab did little to hide the blood seeping onto her cheek bandage. Kuroo gently cupped her face, catching her by surprise.

“Kuroo, what the hell, not in here-”

“Shush, it’s not that.” He interjected, “let me see...” He gingerly lifted the bandage, biting his lip when he saw that the stitches had torn and her wound was opened.

Kuroo practically had to throw (Y/n) over her shoulder to get her to let him into the apartment. Once they were inside, he set her bags down and pointed to the couch.

“Sit.” he said sternly, ignoring the glare she gave him as she sat on the couch.

He retrieved the first-aid kit from the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she had recently stocked up on stitching supplies.

Kuroo returned to the living room, a frown crossing his face when he saw (Y/n) had gone to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of whiskey. “Haven’t you had enough?”

(Y/n) scoffed, “It’s not for me, it’s for you.”

Kuroo joined her on the couch, setting the kit beside the bottle and preparing the suture needle. “Why would I need that?” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You think I want you stitching me up with your hands all shaky?” (Y/n) smiled, raising an eyebrow at him. “This is my face we’re talking about, here...”

Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh at that. He set the needle aside and took the bottle, uncapping it and taking a huge swig. His face scrunched up and he groaned before retrieving the needle. “Couldn’t have put that in the freezer, huh?”

“Tastes better hot.” (Y/n) shrugged, wincing as the adhesive from the bandage tugged unpleasantly at her skin when Kuroo removed it.

He made quick work of removing the broken stitches and cleaning the wound so as not to cause her too much discomfort. Kuroo sighed shakily, fingers twitching as he cupped her chin to hold her still.

“You ever done this before...?” (Y/n) spoke up.

“Hell no...” he sighed, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

(Y/n) smiled slightly as she held the hand cupping her cheek and looked in his eyes. “Hey... you’re not gonna hurt me. Just keep breathing and keep that hand steady... It’ll be over before you know it.”

Kuroo nodded slightly before planting a sweet kiss on her nose. He turned her head so he had a better angle on the wound, beginning the slow work of stitching the wound. “I should be the one comforting you, yknow... not the other way around.”

She hummed, trying to stop herself from wincing as he worked. “I know how it is... I used to do this for my dad whenever he’d come home from a fight while my mom was sleeping...”

“Did he make you drink whiskey too?” Kuroo smiled, snipping the end of the thread and setting the materials back in the kit.

(Y/n) chuckled, eyes trailing over his figure. “He did, actually... mom had a cow when she found out.”

Kuroo snickered, turning back to her and wiping some blood from the corners of the stitches. “Sounds like a fun guy...”

“Yeah, he was a big idiot. You woulda gotten along.” (Y/n) quipped, smiling as Kuroo laughed and leaned closer to her on the couch. “I actually see some of him in you...”

“Really?” Kuroo said, glancing up at her as he rested his head on her shoulder. 

“Yeah... he couldn’t fight worth a shit when he first started, either.”

Kuroo puffed up his cheeks, pouting as (Y/n) laughed at his reaction. “Why do I always fall for the mean ones?”

(Y/n) giggled, rolling her eyes at him as she settled into the couch. “You are not falling for-” she suddenly jolted up, holding her ribs as she hissed in pain.

Kuroo sat up quick as a flash, worriedly looking her over as he opened the jacket she was wearing. “What? What is it? What happened?”

“Just some bruised ribs...” (Y/n) gritted through her teeth, “I just gotta be careful with them...”

“Lets get you in bed...” he said, helping her off the couch and into her bedroom. He carefully laid her in her bed, only laying beside her when she motioned for him to join her. “That fight did a number on you, huh?”

“You should see the other girl,” she chuckled, wiggling out of the jacket and weakly tossing it aside.

Kuroo hummed softly, looking her over before lifting her tank top and pressing slow, gentle kisses over the bandages on her ribs.

(Y/n) shivered at the feeling of his lips, sighing deeply as she relaxed into her mattress. 

He gently rested his hand on her stomach, adjusting himself so he could pepper kisses on the bruises littering her face. Kuroo pressed one last kiss to her lips before slowly pulling back to lay beside her. 

(Y/n) couldn’t hide the soft smile playing on her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned into him. “If you’re not gonna put it in me, you should at least hold me...”

Kuroo rolled his eyes playfully before carefully holding her close. “That was the plan, hot shot...”

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Featuring: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Osamu, Tendou Satori, Akaashi Keiji, Kageyama Tobio, Terushima Yuuji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Suwamura Daichi, Kozume Kenma, Kyotani Kentaro

Sakusa smiles a lot and isn’t afraid to express his contentment with life. He loves the outdoors, especially hiking and picnicking, however, he refuses the hike on “strenuous trails” because it defeats the purpose of relaxation and taking in the view.

Iwaizumi loves to garden. He has a variety of fruits and veggies but the most he has of are tomatoes. The ones he grows are so vibrant in color and robust in flavor. This next favorite are bell peppers. His green, orange, and yellow ones make his garden look like a fireworks show. If he can gather enough, he’ll give them away to his friends and family and every single time he receives positive feedback. His next project will be lemons.

Oikawa is really into arts and crafts and secretly has his own sewing machine and lots of colorful markers. He likes to bullet journal and that’s how he keeps his busy schedule organized. He’s also the type to journal his feelings, too. He does so quite often and he thinks it had helped him manage the stress surrounding his lifestyle.

Ushijima likes playing video games and comic books. He builds a shelf for his collection and loves to show it off like a cute nerd. Ushijima is the biggest buyer of any comic book store locally, sometimes he would even make it a thing to conduct a road trip to antique comic stores and collect vintage books.

Osamu eats instant ramen and finds ways to turn it into a fine art. Adding eggs, sesame seeds, pickled cucumbers, kimchi, etc. anything and everything that could elevate his dish. He even goes out of his way to make his noodles from scratch and invests in a pasta pressing machine and expensive (and unnecessary) pasta knives. He claims that any substitute would never get the job done to his satisfaction.

Tendou is a yoga instructor with a twist. He employs kittens and adult cats in the yoga classes that occasionally meow and climb onto his students back or take up too much space on the yoga mat. He serves some CBD infused tea to induce relaxation and release any tension in his students before their sessions. His class sizes seem to always increase.

Akaashi boxes. He loves boxing despite his calm and elegant demeanor. He doesn’t box because of its “violent” expression but it provides him with a healthy rush of adrenaline that he can’t seem to achieve with volleyball. If anything, he thinks his movements and setting ranges become more agile and nimble by boxing because he gains more control. He goes at least twice a week.

Kageyama loves swimming and his favorite is backstroke. He likes the calmness of the water and how swimming allows him to take a break from precision and fastness that he constantly has to be in a state of with volleyball. His favorite time to swim is at night, so he can stargaze while treading on the water surface. He stays there until he prunes and the wind turns slightly drafty.

Terushima loves elderly people. He makes sure his homework is completed before the weekend so he can spend his time volunteering at a nearby nursing home. He serves meals and keeps the elders company by playing chess or water their gardens. He loves going there on bingo nights even if it is a school night, he likes to sit around with everyone, although still a bit of a menace, he always manages to make everyone laugh and have a good time.

Kuroo loves to clean. Most would even go as far as saying he’s a neat freak. There’s a place for everything in his home, and he splurges on cleaning supplies. Always looking for the next best cleaning product or tools. His living quarters are spotless and free of any strange odor. His friend genuinely enjoy coming to his place because of how clean and cozy it always seems to be.

Daichi loves to build his own personal computer. He researches parts day in and day out, and spends more countless nights assembling all the parts together. He finds it so fascinating how each electricity paths are compatible with one another and what happens when they aren’t. He thinks placing down the keys on his board is calming and fun to do. He has one of those light up keyboard with muted clicking sounds.

Kenma loves to read books. His favorite genre is contemporary fiction that incorporates time traveling and future oriented. He loves reading so much that he starts to participate in creating writing and researches prompts that will peak his creativity. He has a few drafts on his computer and debating whether or not to release it for others to read.

Bokuto loves to solve math problems for fun. He finds them on the internet and would buckle down with a piece of scratch paper, a graphic calculator and pencil and goes to town. His favorite has to be calculus and least favorite is geometry. He doesn’t understand why math needs to be proven, it’s literally there in the numbers. An honorary mention is trigonometry.

Kyotani loves to paint. He believes in the high quality of the products he uses. His paintings mostly are of flowers, the sky, the ocean, insects and geometrical shapes. Most of the canvases he uses are purchased from the art store but he finds an interest in grafting his own.