#either the hair isn’t wild enough to be kuroos

[tetzoro]

why do i only like blorbos with impossible hair

[sugawaraxo]

COCKWARMING THE PRETTY SETTERS

warnings: definitely smut 

characters: tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, koshi sugawara

a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha

oikawa

 - oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not

- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself

- but here you are

- and he LOVES being around you 

- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley

- though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails 

-  he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you

- and you love it

- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you 

- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy

the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did. 

“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel. 

“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly. 

“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you. 

“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.

“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.

“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.

“goodnight princess.”

“goodnight oikawa.”

- you definitely have morning sex when you wake up

kageyama

- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are

- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not 

- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed 

- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it 

- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things

- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance

- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you

- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink

you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.

“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.

“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.

“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences. 

“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.

“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened. 

“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend. 

“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.

“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.

“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom. 

kenma

- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games

- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention

- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend

- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him 

- but sometimes you get needy

- really needy 

- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that

- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend

kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.

‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles 

“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?” 

“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.

you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.

“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously. 

“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes. 

kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you. 

every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.

sugawara

- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating

- his kinkiness surprised you too

- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla

- but you were very mistaken

- not that you’re complaining though

- he’s always open to trying new things

- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued

“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug

“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.

“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old. 

“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.

“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.

“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.

“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.

“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction. 

[undersero]

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem reader x bokuto koutarou (threesome)

warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing

word count: 3.1k

author's note: this is reposted from my old blog!

*this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work*

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

This lie fell so easily from your tongue, and though it didn’t sound convincing at all, you didn’t care. You couldn’t see it in the dark room, but you could hear it… you could hear the wild smile unfurl on Kuroo’s lips.

“No idea at all, huh?” his voice sounded like gravel. It was deeper than normal, and so very dangerously close to your ear. Outside, the gym was silent. Everyone had gone to bed for the evening, meaning you had all the privacy you needed… for your punishment.

“What do you think of that, Bokuto?” Kuroo asked, and as if on cue, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against a broad, toned chest.

“Nah, I think she knew exactly what she was doing,” he contradicted, leaning forward so his mouth was directly against your ear. “And she did it on purpose because she wanted something… isn’t that what happened, little babe?”

This wasn’t the first time you had done this, but it was, sadly, likely one of the last, because the three of you were third years. Life as you knew it was going to change. As team manager for Nekoma, you’d been present at what felt like hundreds of these practice matches and training camps, always secretly nursing dual crushes on Kuroo and Bokuto. Then once, last year, all that changed, somehow, and ever since, you’d always ended up with the both of them, somewhere private like this.

Now it was a special occasion. A silently agreed-upon but never-spoken of deal between the three of you- no strings attached, though it didn’t seem like there needed to be any, because they would always look out for you, always protect you, and probably always have feelings for you, even if they didn’t try to give whatever this was more of a label than “friends with benefits”.

Today was a day like any other, though admittedly, you were more bold and made eyes at the two of them more than you normally would have dared. It started with soft fluttering lashes at Bokuto before breakfast… blatantly looking Kuroo up and down all throughout the morning, and appreciatively watching Bokuto with blushing cheeks and your bottom lip caught between your teeth during each one of his matches.

Soft, lingering touches at lunch. Squeezing his arm when Kuroo said something slightly amusing. Shyly grinning up at him when you gave him his water; and finally, winking at Bokuto all throughout his last match of the day. You could clearly see how much it inflated his ego, even from the entire way across the gymnasium.

Bokuto nipped your ear and tugged harshly on the lobe with his teeth. The action made you whimper, your ass nudging his crotch as you wiggled; you could clearly feel the imprint of his erection through his shorts and your khakis.

With greed, Bokuto ran his hands up and down your front, groping soft flesh and kneading your breasts, and Kuroo gripped your chin firmly in his hands, leaning down to kiss you with possession, no haste, and abundant lust.

Your soft moan was lost in Kuroo’s mouth as you kissed him back, sighing with content at finally having the attention you so desperately desired. From behind you, Bokuto chuckled, kissing down the back of your neck and sliding his hand up and underneath the waistband of your shorts.

His calloused, long fingers met your pussy with practiced expertise, and you whined in relief- he hadn’t given you anything to be so relieved about, and he didn’t plan to, not for a while after you’d teased him all day- but it was nice, still, to have his fingers so close to your core, where you needed them most.

At that moment, Kuroo bit down on your lip, causing a whine to fall from your lips- he bit you nearly hard enough to draw blood. Kuroo raked a hand through your hair and tugged, tilting your head back in the process. Though the equipment room was dark, your eyes were adjusting and you could just barely see the details of Kuroo’s face… and how dark his eyes were. He smirked down at you, thumb swiping at your bottom lip. He looked very much like a cat who’d caught a mouse.

“Do his fingers feel nice, little girl?” Kuroo’s voice was low, and it spurred Bokuto on as well, because when he heard it, he smirked against the skin on the back of your neck, and his breathing grew a bit faster, and definitely harder. The hand in your shorts began to move with more purpose, as he parted your lips and started dragging the delightfully calloused tips across your folds. The movement made you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

And Kuroo chuckled, amused.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, almost condescending, “does it feel so good that you can’t even talk? Can’t even answer me?” His fingertips met your cheek with a sharp, but light smack, the noise echoing throughout the dark closet. The sound of his smack on your skin encouraged Bokuto even more as he began sucking what you knew would be a very dark, very noticeable hickey on the back of your neck. He more urgently pressed his erection into your ass, and abandoned your weeping cunt for a moment in favor of pulling off your shorts.

Kuroo’s thumb and pointer finger gently squeezed your cheeks, between your teeth, making it nearly impossible for you to answer him. That’s what he wanted, though, to have you helpless. He knew that was how you liked it. Smirking, he spoke again.

“Well, I guess if you’re not gonna talk with that mouth, you should put it to good use, then.”

Kuroo’s cock always astounded you. It was long, thick, with two pretty veins; one running along the bottom of his cock, the other on the side. They were exceptionally sensitive, too, and every time you ran your tongue along either one of them, Kuroo would whine and press his hips forward just a little more, desperate to get more of your mouth.

As Kuroo pulled himself out of his shorts, Bokuto had helped you out of your shorts, and he was on his back, on the floor, eagerly pulling you down to sit on his face. As always, your wet cunt was met with needy, lapping strokes of his tongue. He growled in appreciation of the taste, loving more than anything that he was able to get to have you on his mouth, that he could taste your sweet juices and make you cry from pleasure just from his mouth alone.

Already, your head was buzzing with pleasure. You’d become accustomed to the darkness of the room now, and you could see better than you could before, but you wondered if that was any good or not- because now you could see their sweaty faces. Now you could see how blown their pupils were and how feral they looked. You could see the muscles in Bokuto’s arms tighten and loosen as he ate you out like it was his last meal. You could see the frosted tips of his hair between your legs, you could see his golden, lust filled stare on your face as he ate you so voraciously. Kuroo’s sculpted stomach caught your eye as he pulled his shirt up and away from his aching cock, and seeing it made you even wetter than you already were.

One of Kuroo’s big hands came to cup the back of your head, the other hand on the shaft of his cock. Messily, he smacked the drooling tip onto your face, groaning at the noise it made and biting his lip at the wonderful feeling.

“Open wide, little girl,” he said, grinning down at you. When you complied, like such a good girl, he slid his cock in your mouth, immediately letting out a hiss of satisfaction.

Instantly, your mouth was full. Kuroo was hard and hot and throbbing. You swirled your tongue around it as much as you could, one hand grasping his cock, the other steadying yourself on his thigh. Being mindful of Bokuto between your legs, you lean forward a bit, sliding your tongue up Kuroo’s entire length, mouthing at those veins and getting the expected, yet still so satisfying, moans from the dark-haired man.

Bokuto continued his brutal pace while he ate you out. He was slurping wetly- if you weren’t so turned on you would have been embarrassed at the very thought of your cunt producing that much slick, but you still felt a great deal of pride that Bokuto was so excited to taste you.

His tongue grazed over one particular spot, and you cried out, jerking your hips forward. Bokuto chuckled darkly, arms locking around your legs like a vice as he held you in place and began lapping at that spot like a madman. Kuroo stepped closer, one hand sliding to the back of your head once more.

“Watch it, Bokuto,” he said, “don’t make her fall.”

Whether or not Bokuto heard Kuroo’s admonishment was unclear, because he didn’t even spare Kuroo a look or a noise. He just kept licking at that one spot.

You were nearly gushing at this point, having his tongue work at you so ferociously made you see stars. Your thighs were shaking and your folds were so wet that you knew you were soaking Bokuto’s face and the floor underneath him. Almost involuntarily, your hips were jerking along with Bokuto’s ministrations, grinding on him desperately to try and get more friction that you so desperately needed.

Kuroo tugged on your hair gently, bringing your head back to his cock. Obediently, you opened your mouth, taking the sopping tip back onto your tongue. Then, slowly, like he was preparing you for it, Kuroo began thrusting into your mouth.

Like usual, it was a little difficult at first. You gagged, the action causing your stomach to clench, and your muscles to contract, which only heightened the pleasure you were getting from Bokuto’s tongue. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but you took several deep breaths in through your nose, and soon, Kuroo was able to fuck into your mouth as if it was just another one of your holes. Strings of saliva fell from your face, staining your shirt, some landing on Bokuto’s face (but he couldn’t be bothered by it), and some smearing on Kuroo’s thighs.

“Okay, “ Kuroo said, pulling you off his cock after holding you there for a particularly long moment, “ Okay, get up, come on,” he said, tugging on your hand. “Bokuto, let her up now, come on.”

Begrudgingly, Bokuto pulled away, spanking your bare ass before using his strength to easily lift you off his face- and this was so dizzying to you, the act of simple, brute strength was so arousing that you almost saw stars from it alone.

Your legs were too shaky to trust on their own, so you stayed kneeling, after Bokuto picked you up and placed you down on the floor. Kuroo quickly sat down in front of you, pulling you into his lap so easily, like you weighed nothing at all.

Kuroo’s cock breached you with no ceremony or preamble. Suddenly, even with Bokuto’s extensive and excellent preparation, you were stretched to your very limit. Crying out, your hands flew to Kuroo’s neck, lacing behind his head and holding tightly, almost desperately to him.

Bokuto shucked his pants down to his ankles, stroking his hard, leaking, red cock as he watched the two of you. He stepped forward, placing his hand on your hair and guiding your head to look in his direction. Again, so obediently, you opened your mouth for his cock, and he slid it into the wet, sloppy, already-abused cavern.

Bokuto’s cock was so different from Kuroo’s- it was thick. Girthy. An actual mouthful that, when pressed into your mouth or into your cunt, made you believe you’d be bursting from the seams in seconds. He never broke you, though. Not yet, anyway.

And he was so sensitive, too. Unlike Kuroo, Bokuto’s cock was sensitive all over. When you’d give the tip of his cock innocent kitten licks, he got goosebumps. When you pumped it in your hand, his toes curled. And when it was stuffed in something hot and sopping wet, Bokuto could see stars along the outside of his vision.

Kuroo’s hands on your waist were bruising as he bounced you on his cock with ease, like you were nothing more than a fleshlight with feelings. HIs hands were always so strong, so capable of holding you and guiding your hips over just the right spots. He filled you perfectly, too. You were full to the brim, the goodness of it all almost bringing tears to your eyes. This was where you belonged, fully seated on Kuroo’s cock.

But you also belonged on your knees for Bokuto. His normally golden eyes were stained nearly black with lust at this point, as he looked down at you with loving eagerness as he thrusted his cock into and out of your mouth. With his pleasure, his movements became harried and frenzied, hips jerking unpredictably, almost like he was a madman, though you were sure he was only crazy with lust for you.

Kuroo swiped his thumb up and down your clit as you rolled your hips on his cock.

“Heh… so wet for us, huh, little girl?” he asked you, squeezing your thighs in his hands before moving his hands back up to your hips. “Is this from you teasing us all day? Huh? Is this what happens when you act like a little whore for some cock?”

His words went right through you, slicing through you like a hot knife through butter. You cried out against Bokuto’s cock, effectively creaming on Kuroo’s dick with a soft, almost exhausted cry as your orgasm washed over you. You felt the pleasure in each and every nerve of your body; they hummed in warmth and with pleasure, and you felt the warmth that was in your stomach loosen and spread throughout your entire body.

Kuroo felt this too, and he laughed.

“Did she cum for you, Kuroo?” Bokuto growled, hand fisting in your hair as he drove his cock into your mouth harder and deeper. One of the biggest changes during these times was how animalistic and rough and feral Bokuto’s voice became. It made your head spin, it turned you on more than anything else. You were nodding in response to Bokuto’s question before Kuroo could even respond.

“Yeah, she did. Fuckin’ loves being talked to like that, y’know?” Kuroo said, smacking your ass with an open palm, the sting echoing throughout the room.

Soon, Kuroo was rocking his hips up into you erratically, like he’d lost his mind in the haze of all the pleasure. A guttural moan ripped through his chest, his hair falling forward in his eyes as he filled you up with his hot seed. You moaned around Bokuto, who waited until the very moment Kuroo’s hips stopped moving to pluck you off of the other one.

Your arousal, your cum, Kuroo’s cum, and Bokuto’s spit all leaked down from between your legs, and had your head not been fuzzy and unable to focus, you may have been embarrassed, but you knew it just made Bokuto more eager to fuck you. Sloppy seconds were his favorite.

While Kuroo watched, chest heaving, Bokuto laid you out on the floor. He folded you in half with ease, tossing your legs over his shoulders and pushing into you with one fluid thrust. He stretched you out completely differently than Kuroo had, dragging along different spots at his brutal pace.

Helpless, you clutched at his arms, nails digging into the yielding flesh, but you didn’t care, and neither did he. Kuroo’s hands were soon on you again, groping your tits from over your shirt, hand slid between your chest and your legs, and getting a prime view of where you were coupled with the ace.

Bokuto grunted, feral, each time he bottomed out inside you and his cock pressed into its maximum depth. Everything was soft, wet, spongey, and hot. So, so, so hot. He’d lost himself in the pleasure now, his muscles taut in the haste and the exertion of it all. With more mindful fingers, Kuroo slid his hand between your legs and began rubbing at your clit, which made you cum again, a second time.

This time, it wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t clean. Instead, it was hot, like fire, and it was wet. The second time you came, you squirted, crying out in a wrecked, broken voice, with no one outside the three of you in the tiny equipment room able to hear. Bokuto’s stomach and thighs, which were already wet from the blowjob you gave him, were soon coated with this slick, and he laughed.

“Good girl, good fuckin girl,” he said, hips driving into you harder.

It only took about three more bold, deep strokes for him to still and cum into you, spilling every ounce of his release into your hot, abused pussy. He squeezed his eyes shut as he came down, every nerve in his body feeling hot. His shoulders relaxed and he slouched a little bit, having enough mind to slowly, a little unsteadily, pull your legs off his shoulders, rubbing them gently with big, strong hands.

Kuroo, who was the least fucked of the three of you, touched your sweaty face gently. The soft gesture made you turn into his hand, and Bokuto, as the fog cleared, rubbed your sides gently.

“Give me my shirt,” Bokuto murmured, voice soft, but well-used and a bit worse for wear.

Kuroo handed him the shirt, the three of you unanimously and idly realizing you never really remembered when he’d taken it off. Though his previous movements were harsh, bokuto very gently wiped the shirt along between your legs, and after a few moments, pulled his cock from you, being sure to wipe away any more mess that escaped- you knew you’d have to take a proper shower very soon, but the thought was nice.

“I...I don’t like to think that this is the last time,” you murmured quietly. Bokuto was pulling your shorts back up your legs, and Kuroo was petting your hair sweetly, and at this mention, they both dawned dark expressions. Sad faces.

But then, Bokuto said with the utmost confidence, “Just because this is the last time at training camp doesn’t mean it's the last time. Wait ‘til I get you in a bedroom. I bet I can make you squirt three times in one session.”

*this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work*

[thesmutshewrote]

Shh

Boyfriend!Kuroo x F!Reader (feat. Kenma/Nekoma)

Genre: fluff, smut

Prompt: “you better be quiet, princess”

Warnings: punishment, vibrating toys, overstimulation, oral sex (both receiving), degradation, public masturbation, choking, swearing, voyeurism, lingerie, name calling (slut, daddy, master)

Words: 10.4k

A/N: This is a College!AU! where Nekoma is Kuroo’s college team, therefore all characters have been aged up! I don’t see Kuroo as a fuckboy sex god, but I do think he knows exactly what he’s doing in the bedroom.

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Summary: After your boyfriend Kuroo finds out his team will be having a dinner party after their first day at the National Tournament, you offer a little extra motivation. Little did you know, you’d be suffering in a deafening silence before the night ends.

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Spending time with your long term boyfriend Kuroo has been your source of comfort, happiness, and simplicity. He’s an attentive lover, so much so that you wonder if he lives inside your brain, accurately reading your every thought. The pair of you met in high school during your second year and shortly became a couple afterwards, adored by your peers. As loyal as they come, Kuroo is loved by all who meet him. He has always motivated you throughout all your days, easy and difficult, helping you grow alongside him. Every morning that you wake up and pry your sluggish body out of bed to leave for school, every extra unnecessary purchase you decline yourself, every assignment you force yourself to finish is all for the sake of becoming a stronger partner for your accomplished boyfriend. He makes every inconvenience an opportunity and his ability to change the mood of a situation amazes you. That’s why it comes as no surprise to you when he’s able to create chaos within you at a moment’s notice.

He’s no stranger to fabricating playful competitions between the two of you which result in complete and utter pleasure for you, usually. The way he tempts and taunts you ever so slightly for weeks on end allowing you no release creates a hunger within you so insatiable even Kuroo himself can’t deny it. He knows exactly which buttons to press to make your face flush a bright rosy pink. How to conjure a heat between your thighs like magic at the will of his speech. Knowing he doesn’t even have to touch you to make you frustrated gives him an immense amount of pleasure. He loved corrupting you into the kinky succubus you’ve become, thanks to his overwhelming talents. You boast that your boyfriend is an absolute god in the bedroom, the best you’ve ever had, since he’s had a lot of practice with you. So when he creates bets and games that end in sinful pleasure, you can’t help but accept his offer and gamble with your body in hopes of a sweet reward.

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“Babe, you’ll never guess what coach just texted us!” says a wide eyed Kuroo, leaning next to you on the bed to reveal blue and grey chat bubbles from the Nekoma volleyball group chat.

You read the latest text from Coach Nekomata announcing that they will be having a team dinner following their first day at Nationals, followed by excited texts from the other boys asking if there will be meat. Typical.

“Wow, that sounds like it’ll be really fun! You’ll deserve it after your match tomorrow,” you say, excited for your boyfriend.

“It sounds like a good time, but I had other things in mind as a celebration instead,” he says in a low voice, smirking and putting his hand on your thigh.

“Noooo sir,” you snicker, removing his hand. “It’s getting late and you need to get plenty of rest. We don’t have time for any of that tonight.”

“Is that so? Daddy wants to win tomorrow and in order to do that, I need to relieve some of this stress. You’ll be a good girl and get on your knees for me, won’t you?”

The look in his eyes is dark and moody while the corner of his mouth turns upwards in a sadistic smirk. You knew this means he has a strong desire to be pleased and won’t be satiated until he’s been properly taken care of by his submissive slut. You also knew this was the best time to tease him and make him even more aggressive with you, but tonight was different. The usual hunger that constantly dwells within you has dissipated and a new sensation is causing an uproar in your mind you cannot shake; torment him. 

Moving towards your raven-haired lover with a sensuous grin swept across your face, you crawl over top of him and lean down only inches away from his lips and get ready to utter the words that could easily be your demise. Wrestling with the need to satisfy your own cravings and carry out your bratty ploy, you hover over him a few seconds longer enjoying the sight of his full lips. Deciding to stay strong in your idea to tease him, you gently kiss him before pulling away and laying back down on the bed next to him. 

“No thanks,” you retort as you watched the dismay fill his face. Witnessing a sight so rare made it difficult to contain your laughter until sheer devilishness contorted his face. Before he could utter a word about your disobedience, the brightest idea flooded your brain. 

“Instead, let’s play a game.”

“Don’t test my patience,” he warns. “You better think long and hard before you explain this little game of yours because if it doesn’t satisfy me, you will have a long night ahead of you.”

Knowing how serious and restless he’s becoming, you create a deal that will entertain you while giving him enough pleasure in the long run that he won’t torment you too much. 

“If you win tomorrow, I will let you do whatever you want to me for one night; any of your wildest fantasies you’d love to try on me and I won’t tell you to stop. However if you lose, I get to use you in any way that pleases me,” you explain hoping he will agree to this deal knowing you’ll win either way.

Kuroo stares at you confused for a moment before busting out in a deep laugh. 

“Chibi-chan, that isn’t such a fair deal.. for you. We both know I’m going to win tomorrow on the court and then I will take you as my prize,” he taunts. Just the thought of him immediately coming to scoop you up in his arms after winning the game and taking you to the locker room to claim you has you biting your lip.

“..in straight sets. You have to win in straight sets.”

“Deal,” he says with a sly grin, pulling you closer and positioning your leg bent over top of his, giving him a perfect handful of your ass. 

“Watch your hands, lover boy. You can wait until tomorrow to have your fun with me,” you tease.

“Just be prepared because I’m going to punish you thoroughly for being such a disrespectful little brat when I win tomorrow and I’m going to enjoy every last second of watching you come completely undone at my touch.”

“Promise?” you smirk, biting your lip.

“Promise,” he glares at you with sultry eyes. 

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The next morning you wake up feeling drowsy, the excitement of your bet kept you awake leaving too many thoughts running through your head waiting to be sorted. Noticing the cool feeling of the sheets behind your back, you turn around to notice Kuroo missing from your bed. “How long has he been gone?” you thought. As you check the time on your phone, you smell the disgustingly delicious aroma of a familiar scent coming from the kitchen. Bacon.

Mustering the strength to stand up, you quickly stretch before wrapping yourself in your blanket like a burrito to contain the warmth of your body. In the kitchen you discover Kuroo slaving himself over the stove cooking up a full breakfast for the two of you to share together. His generosity knows no bounds, but with the distress you caused your horny boyfriend last night, you became skeptical about the intentions of this homemade meal. 

“Good morning, beautiful. I hope I didn’t wake you,” he says smiling.

“What’s all this for, baby?”

Kuroo finishes plating your food and places it on the table next to a large glass of cranberry juice. He gently kisses your cheek before sitting down across from you. “Can’t I make my girlfriend a nice breakfast?” he pouts.

“Since when did we have this?” you ask, taking a sip of your cranberry juice.

“I went out this morning and bought some. I want my dessert to taste extra sweet tonight,” he snickers.

You roll your eyes at his filth while trying to hide your excitement, reminiscing how absolutely divine his tongue feels on your sensitive bud. Attempting to ignore the ungodly thoughts plaguing your mind, you quickly chug down a few sips of your juice, before instantly being brought back to reality by the mildly acidic taste. Kuroo hasn’t taken his eyes off you once since you’ve sat down and you’re hoping he didn’t notice the effect he had on you with the insinuation of being given such an intimate gift, but nothing gets past the trained eyes of the captain. 

“Isn’t it a little too early to be making a mess of yourself, love?” he teases looking up at you before taking a bite of his food. The way he dangles his fork loosely in his hands in front of his mouth gives you a perfect view of the veins slightly embossed in his knuckles. You clench down your teeth in a feeble attempt at cooling yourself down. A pink flush radiates across your cheeks as you realize a second later that your panties are already slightly wet with your slick. Your eyes shut closed slowly as you sigh and bite your lip, aggravated that he caught you so easily. 

“I’ll allow it this time, but don’t even dream of touching yourself before this little game of yours has claimed its victor.” He lifts himself off his chair and approaches behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them with his strong hands. He whispers in your ear, “if I can’t have you, you can’t either.”

After taking a hot shower to make an attempt at calming yourself down, you can’t seem to make any leeway as your imagination runs wild on possibilities for tonight. Running through every lustful dream you’ve been waiting to try with Kuroo if you win and wondering what he could possibly want from you if he wins. You manage to obey his one simple request and refrain from touching yourself, but the way he got you worked up so easily made you so frustrated. Upon finishing your shower, you pat yourself dry and head back to your room where you find Kuroo almost ready to leave. 

“I have to head out early for warm ups and a little meeting so I’ll have to meet you at the gym. You have the directions, right-” he stops as he turns around and watches your towel fall to the ground, leaving your bare ass before his eyes. He looks you up and down, biting his lip, imagining all the things he wishes he could do to you if he had the time. 

“Oops, my towel fell,” you flirt as you bend over to pick it up, exposing your folds for a brief moment before you straighten up again. 

Suddenly you feel his clothed body pressed against you and his length hardening against your back, while he leans down and whispers in your ear, “I will have no mercy on you tonight. You want to act like a slut so desperate for this cock, I’ll make you beg for it.” He leans down and gives you a quick peck on your bare shoulder before collecting his things and making his way out the door.

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You finally make it to the gym and are able to score a seat in the front row of the stands with some Nekoma alumni Kuroo had introduced to you before. The boys finished their first match in straight sets, taking the victory as you cheered them on through every play. You could tell Kuroo was putting in extra effort at blocking today, glancing at you every now and then with an expression that says “prepare yourself.” He must be intimidating up close, since this team had trouble spiking against him, not that you’re surprised by your boyfriend's skill. 

After finishing up on the court, the team joined you up in the stands waiting for the next team they’d be playing to finish their game. Kuroo made his way over to you only to be cut off by a tall, silver haired boy you were close friends with.

“Y/n! Did you see me out there?” Lev asked you excitedly. 

You looked up at your boyfriend who was attempting to hide his disappointment, but sat behind his teammate for you to catch up. Noticing the expression on his face, you decided to rile him up a bit and test the boundaries of his temper. 

“Of course I saw! You’re the ace so everyone is watching you,” you say charmingly while putting your hand on his shoulder and looking back at Kuroo with a smirk. His eyes bulge staring at you, but he tries to play cool. 

Lev looks at you with stars in his eyes, adorably excited by being noticed as the ace. “Really? Thanks y/n!” he says as he hugs you tightly. 

Kuroo’s eyes flare up even more and he starts looking visibly angry. You look up at him helpless with innocent eyes that say “I didn’t do anything wrong”, loving the reaction you were getting from your flustered captain. Before either of you knew what was happening, Lev received a slap to the back of his head and immediately pulled away from you. 

A feisty blonde stands above Lev with an expression that looks to be a mixture of fear and anger. “What the hell are you doing, baka?! Kuroo is going to murder you for that!” he exclaims. 

Obviously unaware of his surroundings, Lev turns around to see your boyfriend staring at him while he cracks his knuckles in his hands, his eyebrows furrowed. “S- Sorry Kuroo-san. I couldn’t help it. She called me the ace!” he exclaims, earning a glare from Kuroo who still looks unamused at the tall boy’s antics.

“Don’t touch her,” he says sternly. Kuroo normally isn’t quite this possessive, but you think back to his words this morning and realize why he’s acting this way. “If I can’t have you, you can’t either.” The thought of anyone touching your body before he’s allowed to makes his blood boil.

In perfect timing, the next round is about to start so the boys start heading back down to practice their serves and spikes before they face their new opponent. As the team makes their way out, Kuroo stops by and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he whispers in your ear, “one more dirty trick and I will punish you right here for everyone to see since you seem to like an audience so much.”

Before you can say anything in response, he leaves to join the others out on the court. You wonder if you’re pushing him too far, but quickly justify your actions with reason. He’s more than capable of staying focused during games and as for your teasing, the worst he can do is punish you which was expected either way. You had nothing to worry about, or so you thought. 

Kuroo seemed distracted during this match. They were barely able to take the first set and you weren’t sure if that was because their opponent was simply better than the last team or if you’d really gotten into his head when you flirted with Lev. All you can do now is cheer on your man, you think to yourself, and accept your punishment later.

Approaching the back right corner of the court in a fresh rotation is none other than Kuroo, preparing to serve during their match point in a very close game. He looks over at you and the look on his face makes you freeze, knowing just how he’s feeling. The most stressful serve of the game rests upon his shoulders. 

“Kuroo, nice serve!” you cheer, as you stare at your boyfriend with eager anticipation. He nods at you and for a moment, the corners of his lips turn upwards. 

The whistle blows and Kuroo serves a perfect ball right to the opponents setter, limiting their options during the play. After a few short volleys, the ball goes back to the opponent and they make their last efforts to win the game. Their setter sends the ball left, just as Kuroo had anticipated, as the spiker lines up for the kill. Jumping at the perfect time, Kuroo and Lev leap up to block the ball. The spiker aims for a cross and sends the ball right into Kuroo’s hands. He completely shuts the ball out as they watch it fall on their opponents side. Their libero vaults towards the falling globe, extending his arm out as far as he can. Managing to get close enough to receive it is already slightly annoying, but the match is settled when their libero is unable to connect with the ball, just a fingertip away. 

The boys burst out in cheers, running to each other for a team hug while everyone frantically jumps, excited to play the sport they love for at least one more game together at nationals. You run down to the court as fast as you can and run to your boyfriend who opens you with arms wide open, jumping up to hug him. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you exclaim with a smile stretching from ear to ear. 

“Thank you, my love. You know what this means?”

You wait for him to make a smart remark about punishing you, but instead he answers, “this means we’re going to dinner.” The smirk radiating on his face has you confused. You assume this means he’s going to surprise you after dinner with whatever he has in mind for your punishment. Little did you know he had already planned every minute of the rest of your night.

You give him a kiss before he retreats to the locker room with his teammates and gets cleaned up for dinner. After staying back to talk to the alumni that came to the match while you waited for everyone to finish, Coach Nekomata approached the group. 

“It’s so nice to see you again,” he says to his former students. “and y/n, always a pleasure. Please keep cheering for us. Your presence brings us great strength.” His words are warm and comforting, especially knowing he means exactly as he says. “We’re having dinner together tonight as a team. All of you are more than welcome to join us,” he says before taking his leave.

The alumni talk amongst themselves and decide they will all be attending the dinner since they have extra time and miss their former teammates. You maintain conversation with the alumni, asking questions about Kuroo and his past on the volleyball team. It’s not every day that you get to hear first hand from an outside source all about the mannerisms of volleyball player Kuroo. 

Finally the doors to the locker room open and we wait in anticipation, but only your boyfriend walks out. Approaching him, you ask why he came out alone.

“I have a present for you. Go put it on,” he orders.

“This is so sweet. What is it for?” you wonder.

“Decoration for my prize,” he whispers, shooting you a wink.

Your eyebrow lifts up as your smirk matches his. Brushing past your lover, you make your way to the restroom for some privacy. Knowing his tendencies, you couldn’t even imagine what was in the bag, but you knew you probably didn’t want to unveil it on the gymnasium floor while other teams and camera crews were on their way out. Your boyfriend was the classic boy-next-door type. He does well in his studies, he’s laid-back and kind, and loves spending time with his friends. This dominant side of him only comes out in fragments when he teases, occasionally referred to as a provocateur, but no one would believe you if you told them how much he loves treating you as if you were a whore so needy for his cock. If you were honest with yourself, that’s exactly what you were.

Pushing aside the tissue paper, you see red fabric curled up at the bottom of the bag. Removing it carefully, it feels heavier than you had imagined. You unfold the lacy thong to feel a weighted object at the front end of the crotch. “Oh no,” you thought. 

Holding up your end of the deal, you slip on the panties and put the ones you were wearing in the gift bag. Making your way out of the restroom, you’re surprised to find Kuroo standing outside the door waiting for you. He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the exit. “Come on, everyone is waiting for us to go eat. You sure took your sweet time, love. Does that mean you’re excited?”

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Before you knew it, you were at the restaurant being seated with the rest of the team. You sat down next to your boyfriend and began socializing about their matches and catching up with the rest of the team. While you're in the middle of a conversation with Inuoka, you feel the little vibrator inside your panties turn on and rattle against your clit just enough to surprise you and make you jump. Your leg hits the underneath of the table as you yelp, gaining a few startled stares from the team. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Inuoka asks with a worried expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a leg spasm,” you cover, shooting a glance at your boyfriend who looks very pleased with himself, leaving the vibrator turned on.

You reach down to grab more food and lift it to your mouth, blowing on it to prevent your mouth from burning, but also using it as a cover for the sighs leaving your lips. Taking a bite, you purr “mmngh this is so delicious!” You glance over at your boyfriend who looks a little agitated that you’ve managed to find a way to cope with the situation so quickly. Every time he increases the level on his remote controlling the vibrator in your panties, you take a bite of food and moan into it, disguising your pleasure as an erotic lust for food. You may appear strange to others, but this is the best you can do under the circumstances to ride out your high without being caught. 

Kuroo leans next to you and whispers in your ear, keeping his volume loud enough that the people close to you could hear if they paid attention to you. “You better keep quiet, princess.���

“But it’s so good!” you whine, dipping your fingertip in sauce before kitten-licking it clean. 

“You’re making such a mess of yourself,” he growls, wiping a bit of sauce leftover on your lower lip with his thumb. 

“Ew, get a room,” a disgusted Lev shrieks.

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The rest of the night proceeds as expected. Every time you try to speak to anyone when there’s a considerable amount of attention on you, he turns the vibrator on and shocks you. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asks Fukunaga. “You’ve been jittery all night.”

“I’m just excited to see you guys play again tomorrow. Can’t help myself from shaking with excitement!” you explain, slightly lying and exaggerating to circumvent the tension building. You glance at your lover with a hint of annoyance, knowing he’ll pick up on your impatience for dealing with this punishment. In response, he turns up the power level to the third of seven settings, shooting you a glance that reads “I’m not done with you yet.” You clench your legs shut in search of relief only to gain the opposite. Your fingernails dig into the soft palm of your hand attempting to prevent a reaction as the pressure builds at your core.

As embarrassing as it would be for you to be caught doing something like this, especially in the presence of someone as respected as the Coach, it’s turning you on immensely being in the presence of so many people whilst having your sensitive bud being toyed with by your boyfriend. Discreetly, you move your hand to his lap and rub your hand over his bulge, earning you an increase to level four. Your hand naturally retreats away from him as you flinch, taking the change in speed as a warning not to be too bold since this is your punishment after all, but you can’t resist and you reach your hand back over, palming him through his sweatpants.

Looking mildly flustered, Kuroo allows you to touch him and ease some of the stiffness he’s feeling from the confinement of his pants. You glance up into his dark eyes and you smirk at each other, enjoying the scandalous situation you’re both in, before turning your head back to the table to avoid suspicion. Just waiting for one of you to slip up and be too obvious is sounding more and more like a challenge than he had ever intended it to be. A glutton for punishment, you take his hand under the table and slip it under your skirt, guiding his fingers to the wet slick seeping through your new panties and he lets out a small sigh. You bite your lip at the thought of what he’d do to you if you were at home, and Kuroo noticed this too. He saw you were lost in thought so he used it as the perfect opportunity to change the rhythm of the vibrator. Still on level four, the tempo of the vibrations shifted as he moved through the three options the device had. As he stumbled on the third, a wave of pleasure ran through your body and you couldn’t hold back as a whimper escaped your swollen lips. 

Luckily the group was getting a little rowdy since the alumni at the end of the table were already drunk. This time you barely managed to hold yourself back, but the increasing swarm of pleasure rising through you was pushing you dangerously close to your climax. You shot your boyfriend another expression, warning him you’re almost at your limit, but he just smiled at you knowing exactly what you meant.

Due to all the pulses your throbbing clit is receiving, it’s almost impossible to eat anything now. You’re trying your best to avoid suspicion, but every time you have a piece of food up to your mouth, he zaps you and your hand shakes. You could handle everything else, but not being able to eat was frustrating you more than words could describe. You were going to need a lot of energy to keep up with him tonight and he wasn’t providing you with any sustenance. 

Looking up, you see the teammate sitting across from you staring at your boyfriend. The setter glanced at Kuroo and back in your direction before averting his attention back to another conversation. “Did he notice something he shouldn’t have?” you wonder, but quickly dismissing the question as your folds begin throbbing from the intensity of the vibrator on your clit.

You took a sip of your water, draining your cup, trying to avoid eye contact with the boys. Kuroo hasn’t experimented with the remote while you were drinking thus far so you thought of it as your safe haven when you need to take a brief break. However, you’re now completely out of water and have to ask for more.

“Excuse me, could someone pass me more- ahh!” you yelped. Everyone was looking in your direction now, not only the group you came in with, but people seated at nearby tables as well. Your head ran completely blank as the embarrassment took over. You feel like everyone knew your dirty little secret of how your boyfriend was viciously toying with you in public, even in front of his respected elders. 

The setter who was staring at you earlier broke the silence. “Sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to kick you.” You were startled by the sudden apology, especially because you were both aware he didn’t touch you.

“That’s okay, Kenma. I was just surprised, that’s all,” you explain. Everyone calmed down after they heard his apology, but it only makes your heart beat faster. You turn to Kuroo and notice him staring down at his phone, typing away at something. You sneak a glance and see messages to Kenma. 

“Do you know?”

“Do I know that you’re messing around with your girlfriend at a team dinner? Yeah, I know.”

“How did you figure it out? You’ve been single for as long as I’ve known you.”

“I’m single, not blind. Just go easy on her. If Coach finds out what’s going on, you’ll be doing diving drills as punishment.”

“The only punishment I’m focused on is hers.”

After he sends that final text, he puts his phone away and suddenly, the most powerful surge of vibrations you’ve felt this whole night came rushing to your core, forcing you to grip the table and bite down on your lip hard to suppress the moans attempting to escape from your tightly locked lips. You grip your boyfriend’s thigh with the other hand and shoot him a look that says everything he needed to know. You were about to cum right in the middle of the restaurant.

Knowing this, Kuroo didn’t dare change the level and interrupt the waves of pleasure being released through your lower half. Instead he leaned in to whisper in your ear words that made you blush.

“Since you like an audience so much and he already knows your little secret, I want you to look at Kenma when you cum for me.” 

You look up at your boyfriend smirking as he nods his head in the direction of Kenma who was already staring at you. His gaze was different than when you first locked eyes after he had protected you from getting caught. Instead, his eyes are piercing as if to undress you with his eyes. He knows exactly what’s happening to you and for some reason, you find it unbelievably exciting. You bite your lip and ogle his movements, knowing he’s trying hopelessly to conceal his hardening length underneath his sweatpants.

“Do you see what you’re doing to him, y/n? I can only imagine how fucking sexy you’d look taking him in your mouth,” he hums. 

The idea of your boyfriend watching as another man takes advantage of you has come up in your fantasies before. Maybe if you had won the bet, you would’ve asked for a threesome, but you push that thought to the back of your mind as your orgasm washes over you. You grip Kuroo’s leg hard, feeling like you were about to crush his bones. Obeying his orders, you look directly into Kenma’s eyes as you struggle to prevent your face from contorting and giving up your secret to the rest of the table. Kenma bites his lips as he gets drunk off the expressions you’re giving him. He’s unable to pull his eyes away from you and his arousal increases steadily. You see his hands move over his crotch, slightly palming himself.

You lean over to Kuroo and without taking your eyes off his best friend, you whisper, “Seems to me like he’s being punished just as much as I am. You won’t allow him any release?”

‘I know you like an audience, baby, but you’re mine and only mine. He can look and dream all he wants, but can’t touch,” he whispers back at you. For challenging him, he finally increases the device to its highest level. An overwhelming flash of white comes to your vision as you’re now shaking uncontrollably. His firm hand grips your thigh, steadying you to prevent speculation in your final moments. Kenma watches you closely as his deep lust washes over him and he’s forced to quickly announce his departure to the restroom, obvious to the pair of you that he needs to finish himself off in private.

As you ride the wave of pleasure until completion, you’re left feeling filthy in your chair. Heaving and out of breath, you look at your proud boyfriend and mutter the words he’s been waiting to hear.

“We need to go home. Now,” you say quietly, yet stern, the fire of your lust still ablaze in your eyes.

Smirking at you and putting his hand on your leg once more, he rubs his fingertips on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your dripping entrance. His eyes drift to his teammates as he speaks, “Coach, if it’s okay I think I should take y/n home now before it gets too late.” His hands squeeze your thigh slightly, letting you know he hasn’t stopped paying attention to your needs. 

“Rest well tonight so you’re prepared for the games tomorrow. The competition will only be getting harder from here on out, okay? Take her home safely,” Coach Nekomata replies.

Standing up to leave, you smile at the team as you try to cover yourself up as much as possible, trying to keep yourself from getting caught when you’ve already gotten this far. Your slick has already seeped through your panties and coated your thighs in sweet juices so you try keeping your legs closed as much as possible. 

“Thank you, Coach. We’ll be leaving now.” Your boyfriend says his goodbyes for the night and walks behind you out the door. 

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You walk out the front door of the restaurant and no sooner does Kuroo have his hands on your waist. Smiling at his touch, you turn around and look up at your boyfriend giving you a pleased grin.

“You did so well in there, princess. Although I’m going to discipline you for being such a brat,” he leans down pressing his lips to your ear. “Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to fuck you right then and there, for everyone to see that you’re mine?”

You bite your lip upon hearing his words, knowing you were able to offer a little torture to him as well made you lean against him, your body pressed against his. A sigh falls from his lips and he starts walking forward slowly, letting you know he was ready to start walking again. On your way to the bus stop, you can’t help but mention a thought you had while in the restaurant. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can, dummy. What’s on your mind?”

“Would you ever be interested in a threesome?” you ask quietly, turning your head from him to avoid letting him see how bashful that thought made you.

“Hm, I’m not sure. I never seriously considered it because I like having you all to myself, but maybe that’s something we can try. Seeing how wet you got when Kenma watched you was really hot,” he explains.

You smile slightly looking down at your footsteps in line with your boyfriends. Worried that the question would make things awkward for a moment, a swarm of relief fills your troubled mind. Kuroo had always been ready to try new things, especially if you mentioned you wanted to try it first, but this felt different. As adventurous as he is, he is also very protective of you. You thought he might get jealous and neglect the question entirely, but you were happy he’s even considering it. Suddenly all your worries fade away, not sure why you even had them in the first place with a boyfriend as amazing as him. 

“Who would you want to join us?” you ask, the question sounding very light as your tone shifts.

“How could you ask me that?” he jokes. “You’re the one who’d be getting railed by them.”

“What about Kenma?”

“No, absolutely not. I think his heart would combust from the excitement of the situation, baby.”

You both laugh, joking together about fantasies you may act on one day. Talking to your boyfriend like this was so comforting, knowing you could confide in him about anything, but it also really turned you on. Hearing all of his kinks and fantasies spilling from his lips only makes you want to fulfill those dreams for him. You know he’d do anything to please you and acting on your own fantasies brings him immense amount of pleasure. As long as he can make you cum, he’s game for anything you desire.

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On the bus ride home, you rest your head on his shoulder. There weren’t many people around so you didn’t feel the need to be as careful when initiating skinship. You were seated in the back corner, far from the gazes of other passengers who chose to stand in the front. Feeling your touch, he kisses your forehead before resting his cheek on the top of your head. Enjoying the feeling of his warmth, you close your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in thoughts of your lover. He wasn’t a perfect man by any means, but you knew he’d always try his best to take care of you and make you happy. You were lucky to have found a man who is not only your lover, but your best friend as well. The time you’ve spent by his side made you realize that he was the only one you could ever call yours. No one else could compare to the love you held in every corner of your heart for him.

“Baby,” you call.

“Hm?” Kuroo lifts up his head to look at you as you do the same.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?”

A smile creeps onto his face as he chuckles at your question. “You know, I still get butterflies when I look at you? Every morning I wake up with you by my side and I wonder what I did to deserve this life I’ve been given.”

“I love you so much, Kuroo Tetsurou,” you say, smiling as you stare into his hazel eyes.

“I love you too, chibi-chan,” he said, smiling back at you. He leaned in and kissed your cheek, but instead of pulling away, he leaned in close to your ear and whispered. “I can’t wait to show you how much I love you when I make you see stars tonight.”

“Oh my god,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Go to horny jail, you perv!” You can’t help but laugh as you swat your boyfriend’s toned thigh.

Both of you spend the ride home laughing and joking with each other. You listened as he shared stories about his teammates and he listened to your stories about Karasuno that you heard from Kiyoko and Yachi, your best friends. Nearby passengers gaze at the pair of you with jealous eyes, unbeknownst to you, as they admire your relationship. An old woman seated a few rows ahead has been listening to you banter and enjoy each others’ company as she stares out the window, watching the city lights pass her by. “Oh, young love. What I wouldn’t give to remember that feeling again,” she thinks to herself as she smiles. 

---

As you finally arrive at your shared apartment, you both enter and shut the door behind you, kicking off your shoes. Suddenly you’re swept off your feet, being held in the arms of Kuroo who is now carrying you bridal style towards your bedroom. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck to secure yourself to him. He turns on the light as he enters the doorway and carefully places you at the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss you. His lips feel soft against yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss before stepping back. He stands up and makes his way to the candle on your dresser, lighting it before turning off the bedroom light.

He approaches you slowly, “Since we won our matches in straight sets, just as you asked, it’s time for me to claim my reward.” His knee comes between your legs as he leans down on you, forcing you to move backwards on the bed and spread your legs to either side of his body to allow him space to crawl up with you. The warm glow of the candle highlights the outline of his body as if the sun itself kissed his skin and allowed him to possess its radiance. You can’t help but admire his breathtaking features as he hovers over you, and with this he explains the details of his promised reward between soft kisses.

“I want to take my time with you,” he finally says, peppering kisses on your jawline. “I want you to feel my desire for you raging through me.” His kisses move down your neck slowly. “I want to make love to you,” he admits before his kisses become harder. “And I want you to be a good girl for me.” He sucks carefully on your neck as you close your eyes, enjoying every honey-drenched word uttered from your boyfriend’s mouth. Your hand creeps up the back of Kuroo’s neck as you run your fingers through his raven hair. An airy moan escapes your lips when he bites at your neck, leaving a bruise. 

He leans up and looks in your eyes with a serious, yet sultry expression plastered on his face. “Do you think you can do that for me, kitten?” The corner of his lips pulls up into a smirk that has you questioning what awaits you, but as promised, you must comply.

“Of course, master. Anything for you,” you say as sweetly as you can muster. You can see the glimmer in his eyes at the name you unexpectedly called him. “If you’re going to have full control over me, then master is a fitting title for you, am I wrong?” you ask.

Kuroo bites his lip as he processes your words, his eyes veering down to examine your body sprawled out underneath him. He notices the dark hickey he’s already painted on your neck and he smiles, admiring his work. Your shirt lays flush against your skin, accentuating your curves, begging for attention as it strains against your chest. Those red panties he bought for you, still drenched in your own cum, peek out from the hem of your skirt. 

His hand reaches down to caress your inner thigh, moving closer to your heat. “You’re so sexy,” he whispers as his other hand pushes up your skirt to get a better look at the mess you made for him earlier in the restaurant. His fingers press against your clothed slit and he groans at the feeling. “Fuck, chibi-chan, you’re still so wet for me. I can’t wait to eat you,” he growls. Removing his finger from your panties, he lifts you up and pulls them off of you. You scoot backwards on the bed to give him more space, which he wastes no time filling. He lays down in front of you and spreads your legs with both hands. 

Suddenly you feel his soft lips on your thigh, kissing your supple skin, and you twitch slightly at the chills it sends through your spine. His lips attack your skin rougher, allowing his teeth to slip through and nibble at your delicate thigh. Your back arches and you whimper, feeling a tinge of both pain and pleasure. Kuroo smiles at your reaction and rewards you with a gentle kiss over the abused area before moving to the other side. The kisses on your opposite thigh immediately trail directly to your bare core, eventually making their way to your throbbing bud. All of the overstimulation you experienced at the restaurant made you sensitive, forcing you to overreact at the slightest touch. You gripped the sheets next to you as he kitten-licked your clit gently and you moaned. His eyes peered up at you, not wanting to miss a single move you made, and you watched them darken as you held eye contact when he began sucking on the little bundle of nerves he’d already set on fire.

“Fuckk, Tetsu, that feels so good,” you whimper, your brows furrowed together at the intense movements of your boyfriend's tongue. The fist firmly gripping the sheets found its way to the black hair falling messily over Kuroo’s eye to push his hair back for a better view of his face as he ate you out. His tongue rolled over your folds sloppily, letting his saliva mix with your juices to keep you drenched. He could feel you clenching around nothing as his tongue danced along your slit. 

You throw your head back against the bed as you feel the pad of his thumb beginning to gently rub against your throbbing clit. Kuroo enjoys the lewd moans he’s pulling from your swollen lips as he picks up the pace of his thumb, allowing his tongue to slip inside of you. Unable to control yourself, your body convulses under his touch, making you grind against his mouth. You could feel yourself getting ready to come undone all over again and try your best to look Kuroo in the eyes when you cum all over his tongue. He notices you staring and pulls his mouth away, only to add two fingers inside of you, curling upwards to hit your sweet spot.

“That’s right, kitten. Watch me while I destroy you,” he groans deeply. The tone of his voice taunts you, challenging you to defy him. His fingers piston in and out of you at a cruel pace, carefully positioned to continue abusing the same spot. Your hands come down on either side of you to curl the sheets into your fist as you squirm underneath his grip, your orgasm quickly approaching. Even the noises flowing from your mouth couldn’t be controlled anymore, the once cute sounds becoming cries for release of an animalistic nature. 

“I can feel your needy pussy gripping my fingers,” he hums. “Cum for me, baby.”

With those words, your head pushed down against the bed and your eyes shut tight as you finally released all the tension he’d built up inside of you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath and you looked down to see his face and arm dripping wet. You hadn’t even noticed you had squirted, but Kuroo looked up at you with a devilish grin as his tongue peaked out to lick his lips.

“Such a good girl for me. Now, open,” he orders as he rests his fingers on your lips. You happily oblige and stare deeply into his eyes, sitting up as you suck your juices off his fingers. He uses his other hand to pick up the hem of his shirt and dry his face, wipe your juices off his face lazily as he watches you. Your hands take advantage of his newly revealed torso as they slide up his toned abdomen, pushing up his shirt even more. He pulls his shirt off for you in one swift motion while you get up on your knees and pull him into your lips. The kiss is passionate and slightly rough, your lips fighting for more attention. He bites your lip and tugs on it, allowing you a moment to break away from his lips and trail your own down his neck. 

He groans slightly at the unexplored area suddenly being given attention, your tongue dragging a line up his neck before you suck on it. Your kiss is gentle, unable to leave marks on him wherever his uniform doesn’t cover, so you move lower to his chest. His toned chest is left with a trail of wet kisses as you go lower, your hands reaching up to find the waistband of his pants. You palm his hardening cock over his sweats and he groans, admiring how hot you look worshipping his body in the way you know he loves. Your kisses pepper over his happy trail before you pull his pants down just enough for his large cock to spring free from the constricting grip. You’re down on your hands and knees in front of him, legs spread wide with your ass in the air, your skirt lifted enough to reveal your ass. He groans at the sight as you take his length into your hands and begin to stroke him. 

“Any special requests, master? It’s my turn to please you.” Your flirtatious, bratty tone makes him want to put you in your place, teach you who exactly is in control. 

“Suck.”

You stick out your tongue and run it from the base to the tip before swirling your tongue around it. You kissed it gently, moving your lips to the side of his shaft. His hand reaches down and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look up at him. “I said suck. Now,” he threatens. The sheer dominance in his tone pooled wetness at your core again as you obeyed. You spit on his shaft and rubbed it in with your hand before wrapping your lips around the tip. You bobbed your head down slowly, trying to coat every inch with your spit. Each time you pulled your head back as you bobbed, you rolled your tongue out to lick the underneath of his shaft and you watched as his head lolled back. 

As his cock got wetter, your mouth got sloppier, bobbing your head quickly with your cheeks hollowed. His groans slipping through his mouth were nothing short of sinful and you loved hearing the reaction you earned from him. He gripped your hair in his fist, gently forcing you to take more of him and fucking your throat. You tried to look up at him as the tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall from the harsh movements of his hips. He allowed you to pull your head away as you gasped for air and smiled up at him with your tongue out, stroking his length with your small hands. He looked down at you in awe, the little slut he made for himself smiled so pretty for him after being face fucked. He couldn’t have asked for anything more.

He pulled you up and took off your shirt before gently laying you back on the bed. Leaning down, he peppered kisses over your left tit while his hand came up and squeezed the other. His tongue flicked around your nipple before sucking and pulling at it. You sighed and ran your hand through his hair as he continued playing with your tits. He removed his lips from your left and moved onto the right, giving it the same attention with his mouth. Your back arched into him as he sucked on your nipple, rutting against him to find more friction on your aching core. As much as you loved the attention he was giving your chest, your aching hole clenching around nothing yearned for it more. He kissed down the valley of your breasts, leaving hickeys in his wake before sitting up and hovering over you. He wiped his thumb across your lips, hooking it in your mouth as he positioned himself over you again. “What do you want me to do to you? I want to hear you say it.” You try to respond, but his thumb makes it hard for the words to come out of your mouth, your reply mumbled. He removes his thumb and grips your face instead. 

“I want you to fuck me, Tetsu.”

He smirks and groans, “beg for it, kitten.” He lines up his aching cock to your pussy, slowly rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me and I want you to be rough. Please, master. I need it.” Those vulgar words slipped from your pretty mouth as he thrust into you, bottoming out all at once. You gasped at the new feeling as you clenched around him, your back arching off the bed as you searched to hold onto something. You reached for his arm and you squeezed it as he starts to fuck you to a rhythm, not letting you adjust to his size.

His hips thrust into you hard, shaking your whole body from the force of it. He pushes your legs down towards your chest and leans himself on top of you. The angle he’s pressing into you makes you clench down around him as he deeply thrusts directly at your sweet spot. 

“Shit, yes, please fuck me just like that,” you whimper, the intense pleasure pooling in your stomach. Hearing you beg for it only made him thrust harder into you, loving the way you sounded when you were so needy for him. You quickly felt your third orgasm of the night threatening to escape you as he mercilessly pounded into you, grazing your cervix with every pump. You grabbed his arms with both of your hands, squeezing them while you stared into his darkening eyes.

He watched every quirk your face made as it contorted with pleasure, adoring how beautiful you looked being fucked out. His hand came up to your neck and squeezed the sides of your throat gently, just barely cutting off your air flow. Your mouth hung agape as you stared up at him, brows furrowed as you focused on the sensation flowing through your body. Your moans became shrill as your orgasm washed over you, squirting all over your sheets and Kuroo’s torso. Your juices dripped down him deliciously and you felt it dripping down your thighs as well.

Kuroo looked down at the pleasant sight with a devilish grin, pulling out of you as you caught your breath. “You’re so wet for me tonight, babe. Now turn around so we can cum together this time.” Getting up on your hands and knees proved slightly more difficult than you had anticipated. Your legs already feel shaky from the intense position he’d kept you in and you can hear him chuckle as he helps you position yourself in front of him, satisfied with his work. He pulls your skirt off, finally leaving you completely bare, and he looks down at you, biting his lip. You can feel him lining the tip up to your entrance again, but he pushes it in very slowly and stops when just the tip is in.

“Be a good girl and bounce on it.”

You quickly follow orders as you push your ass back on him until every inch is inside. His groan echoes in the room behind you as you start grinding yourself on his cock. There’s something about the feeling of using him to get yourself off that makes you feel so dirty and both of you love that sensation. You bounce back faster, slamming yourself against his hips and moan for him. Before you can continue, Kuroo’s hand lands on your lower back and pushes you down against the bed before taking control. He pistons his hips into you as he stuffs you full, your head now pushed against the pillow. His hand comes down hard on your ass, spanking you a few times in a row, leaving your ass red and tender.

The sensations you’re experiencing all at once become overwhelming, but he’s making you feel so good and you don’t want it to stop. You match his pace and continue bouncing back on him slightly in an attempt to keep your needy hole filled with him. He bites his lip as his grunts become more staggered, approaching his end. He leans down and reaches his fingers around you to rub your throbbing clit. Your body immediately becomes limp at the touch of his finger as you scream. The sensitive bud feels as if it had burst into flames all over again.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asks breathlessly. You can tell he’s dangerously close to his release, but so are you with the way he’s toying with you. 

“Inside me! Fill me up, master!”

He groans deeply, “Fuck, such a good slut for me.” With a few more thrusts, his pace becomes faster and uncontrolled. In a final thrust, he paints your insides white and you cum around him as he slowly thrusts into you to ride out your highs. A symphony of heavy breathing fills the room accompanied by the sight of sweaty luster on your skin. You fall down completely on the sheets and try to rest your abused body as you feel him fall on the bed beside you, trying to catch his breath.

“Did you get what you wanted, Tetsu? The prize you were after?” you questioned, already knowing the answer.

Kuroo curled up next to you and pulled you close, cuddling you into him. “I always want to make love to you,” he says, kissing your forehead. “You’re so beautiful and sexy like this.” His hand gently comes down to your ass, rubbing circles over the red marks he made earlier from spanking you. You always loved his gentle after care, especially since he loved being rough with you. He knew you needed to be pampered a bit to compensate for his power, even more so on nights he doesn’t hold back.

“Can we lay here for a minute before we go get cleaned up? Frankly, I don’t think I can move,” you say laughing, knowing that you were only half joking. He chuckles, looking down at your legs proudly.

“Don’t worry, chibi-chan. Just lay here and I’ll get you all cleaned up, okay?” He kisses your forehead again before walking to the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel. He comes back to you and asks you to spread your legs for him, which you obey. He smirks as he sees his seed dripping from your aching pussy before wiping away both of your juices. His washes you gently as you try getting your energy back. You sit up in bed and grab the cloth out of his hand.

“It’s okay, Tetsu. Let’s go get a shower. We need to change the sheets so I have to get up anyway,” you gesture to the large wet spot in the middle of the bed from your cum. He helps you off the bed and walks with you to the shower.

“Start showering without me. I’ll prepare the bed for us before joining you.”

You nod and get in the shower, cleansing yourself of the remnants of the intimate act you shared with your partner. You reminisced over the time you spent together as a couple, your love never wavering. How could it when you had such an amazing boyfriend? He’s stayed consistent through thick and thin, always taking care of you, as if the honeymoon phase was forever. You smiled to yourself thinking about how he used his opportunity to have you in whichever way he wanted to make love to you, as you often do. Although the vibrator was a sneaky little trick, you didn’t put it past him since you’ve tried many scandalous things over the years to add some spice into your sex lives. Reminding yourself of just how lucky you were was something you did daily, always making sure to remind Kuroo as well that you were grateful for him. Your relationship was healthy and fun. It was the kind of love that made everyone around you jealous as they patiently waited for their special someone to arrive. 

Kuroo joined you in the shower after cleaning the bed and putting on new sheets. You both washed each other, admiring the sudsy curves on each other’s bodies. The warm water rinsed the soap off your bodies and you dried up before hopping into bed. You spent the night wrapped up in each other as you cuddled up to sleep, sharing the warmth of your blanket. 

---

The next morning you woke up earlier than Kuroo who was sound asleep beside you. “He must be tired from all the energy he used up yesterday,” you thought to yourself. You decided it was your turn to make him a big breakfast. Being well fed and energetic would surely aid in his upcoming matches and Coach Nekomata would kill him if he was ill-prepared. Kuroo made his way into the kitchen before you had even finished cooking, so he helped you set the table. After eating, you both got dressed and left together for the gym.

“How’s your condition?” you ask, your boyfriend seeming more lively.

“I feel good! Your cooking certainly helped me wake up. Although you know I’m going to win today regardless,” he winks. 

“Ah, yes. My big, bad boyfriend is gonna tear up the court!” you joke sarcastically. You both laugh and banter as you enter the gym and meet up with the rest of the team. They greet you and Kuroo before he retreats to change into his uniform, leaving you alone with the boys. You can feel their eyes on you, which was strange, especially since you’ve grown so comfortable with them. What could they possibly be staring at? Sudden realization flooded your mind that your neck was covered in hickeys. You pulled your hair down to cover your neck, avoiding eye contact with the team and trying to feign innocence. A few laughs burst through the silence, their owners being Lev and Yaku.

“Hey, what are those?” Lev teases. “Is that why you and Kuroo left dinner early last night?”

“Y/N, I thought you were more innocent than that,” Yaku pouts, looking flustered.

Your face flushed pink, attempting even more obviously to hide them now that they’ve noticed. The commotion caused the rest of the team to look over, curious as to what was going on. Your eyes panned over the familiar faces, but stopped as you landed on one face in particular who was staring at you, his gaze different from the rest. Kenma. The rosy flush raged into a full tomato red at the hungry eyes of your boyfriend’s best friend who was gazing upon your neck.

“I can’t believe you left without me,” he whispers under his breath.

Kuroo approaches the team, fully changed and ready for practice, “What’d I miss?” The boys disperse except for Kenma who was still staring a hole into you. Kuroo caught on to what was happening after seeing your neck and walked over towards his best friend. Before completely passing him, he stops and mutters something to him loud enough for only you and Kenma to hear.

“You’re lucky my girl likes you. Maybe next time I’ll share.”

[cassanovancats]

herding cats

becoming nekoma's manager

You really didn’t want to be here. Here being Tokyo, here being Nerima ward and, most importantly, here being the hallway of your new school. The uniform is itchy and you’re being dragged along by some student council member because, apparently, first years can’t be trusted to walk around themselves.

He was nice enough, though he certainly seemed more excited to show you around when he got a look at you. Then he got more excited when he found out your mom’s occupation was what brought you to Nekoma High halfway through your first-year. “So, what’s it like having a famous mom?”

Your eyes darted to the side instinctively. What kind of question is that? How are you supposed to answer? Like having a mom except you get asked things like that. “Uh, fine. She’s really not that cool.” Especially for moving you so late into the school year because her animation studio decided working distantly wasn’t working. “I get spoilers sometimes.” It’s exactly what he wants to hear.

You can hear the next question already, so you cut him off before he gets a chance to ask about the upcoming episode of the anime your mother was working on. “Ah, it seems we made it to the classroom. Thank you for helping me, Senpai.” You bow half heartedly and knock on the door before he gets a chance to respond.

This is exactly what you told your mother would happen. Even as you introduce yourself to the class, there’s a few people who instantly recognize your last name. Those students turn to whisper or pass notes and you know by lunch, you’ll be crowded by people hoping to become your friend purely for bragging rights. The teacher seems tuned to your inner angst, as she gracefully directs you to a seat in the back of the class, where you can watch instead of be watched.

The first subject of your people-watching is next to you - the one person who did not look up as you introduced yourself. A curtain of dark hair kept you from seeing any details of his face (and you can only tell it’s a he because of the uniform). What you can see is the screen of his handheld console and the bright features of one of your favorite games.

Which is why, during break, instead of making eye contact with any of the students striving to talk to you, you turn to him to complain about the latest update.

congrats, you befriended a wild kenma!

he’s the first person you’ve met in a while who doesn’t care about what your mom does, or how much money you have

he literally only cares about your ability to hard carry a team through a dungeon

a few weeks go by, with you basically just coming to school, talking to Kenma, and going home

until the student counselor comes to you and says you have to join a club

even though it’s the end of the year - some policy to ensure you have a club going into next year

“I hate this,” your complaint comes out severely muffled thanks to how you buried your face into folded arms. Kenma gives a noncommittal hum.

“Are you going to finish that?”

You glare at him but still shove the snack closer to his desk. One hand breaks away from his controller to snatch it, before it gets glued back to his PSP. “I’m serious - if one more club tries recruiting me, I’ll scream.”

He answers, sparing a side-glance towards you. The only hint he actually is listening. “Just warn me when that happens.” You groan and go back to your folded arms. It’s been hard to make friends despite people seeming desperate to be your friend. Well, that’s the problem, you think. You don’t particularly want friends who are planning what questions to ask before even greeting you, you want friends like Kenma who can treat you like a normal person.

Minutes before break ends, the president of the Anime Club approaches for the third time this week. “Hello, (l/n)-san. Have you thought any more about joining our club?”

You feel bad for the instinctive grimace. Really, she’s quite nice. It’s just an anime club is the last place you wish to be. Before you can find another polite way to let her down, Kenma interrupts. “Sorry, Sato-san. (y/n) is joining the volleyball club.”

“I am?” You can’t help but question. He shoots you a look, slighting narrowing his eyes.

“She’ll be meeting the captain at today’s practice.”

Sato-san tilts her head suspiciously but doesn’t press. “I hope to still see you around, (l/n)-san,” she says before flouncing off. You take a moment to reorient yourself.

“I am?”

Kenma sighs, saving his game and shoving the console into his bag. “Yeah, you are. Don’t worry, Kuroo will just be glad a girl is there. Coach Nekomata won’t decline help either.”

You blink at him. “Are you aware the only rules I know about volleyball is to not let the ball hit the ground and to only use your hands?”

“The last one isn’t true.”

“Do you see my point, then?”

yes he does, but he simply chooses to ignore you

it…. does not go well

Kuroo was awkward around you, which turned into a mischievousness when he realized Kenma was the one who brought you in

he kept insinuating you and Kenma were dating which like… no you were just a girl (space) friend

Yaku and Kai were normal-ish though Yaku straight-up asked if your mom was the (l/n)

he let it drop after confirmation at least

then… there was the students in your year

Kenma hovered near you, feeling responsible for putting you in a situation nearly identical to what Kuroo did to him

Yamamoto seemed flustered by your presence and also irritated that Kenma already was your friend

Fukunaga just kinda waved and went back to practicing

it took a while for everyone to get over their initial awkwardness, mostly being helped by having to constantly explain what was happening

but the time spent together meant you quickly found friends

friends who, similar to Kenma, dgaf about anything besides your personality and ability to quickly refill water bottles

Maybe you should have realized sooner what joining the volleyball club entailed. It’s not like you ever really participated in an organized sport though, so these summer practices were kicking your ass. The early morning and heat.... You felt pity for your boys; at least you weren’t having to run. Speaking of, the new members of your team just rounded the last bend.

“Come on, babies,” Kuroo cups his hands over his mouth to ‘encourage’ the first-years. “Even (y/n) could beat that!”

“Don’t say that; Lev’s gonna wanna see it!” you hiss, hitting his side.

Speaking of, the giant, silver puppy heads straight to you. After introductions, his upperclassmen quickly understood Lev required a, well, firm hand. Something you lacked which made you the target of his affections. “Woahh, (y/n)-senpai must be fast! Why don’t you actually play any sports?”

Yaku’s eyes level a harsh glare on him, “Are you trying to insult our manager?”

Shibayama steps forward, saving Lev from having to repeat his run. “I am curious why you chose to be a volleyball manager. No offense, but… you don’t seem to care about the sport.”

“Ah, none taken,” you easily wave off his concern. “Volleyball’s cool enough, but you’re right that I’m not passionate about it in the same way as others on the team. I mostly joined because of Kenma, actually.”

The first-years felt confused. How could their quiet, cat-senpai pull in one of the most popular girls in school? Even last year, when they were in Nekoma's middle-school, they had heard rumors of you. When you joined the volleyball club, even teachers started giving the once-golden club attention again. It was how the club received funding to travel to Miyagi next week. (In addition to a large donation from your mom, who was overjoyed you actually made friends.)

“He was my first and only friend at Nekoma for a long time,” you explain. Lev gasps dramatically. It seems impossible to imagine you without lines of admirers. “It doesn’t matter now since everyone in the club is my friend! Take your bottles and get in the gym; we need to talk about the logistics of going to that camp with Karasuno.”

the ones who stay behind are upset </3 cough cough lev

you’re pretty surprised you do get to go

but you’re excited - from what you understand it’s a rural area and you’ve been in Tokyo your entire life

maybe you'll even see a cow!

except you get there, walk a few feet and then notice Kenma is missing

excitement: ruined

Kuroo panics while repeating that he is not panicking

then you both get a text that’s just “in a playground”

when you find him, you scold him on talking to strangers

anyways the rest of the day is spent familiarizing yourself with the gyms and rooms

you run into Kiyoko while preparing dinner for your team

she explains she’s the only other manager at the camp, but she won’t be staying with you

You’re a lil upset bc sleepover ruined but it seems weird to complain about getting your own room and bath

(you still spend most of the time in the team’s room because it got really lonely without your boys :( )

the next morning, the day of the actual match, you get to wear your Official Manager Clothes

which is really just the track jacket, but it makes you feel cool

meeting karasuno is,,, interesting

you’re starting to think you’ll never find a normal volleyball player

From the corner of your eye, you spot Yamamoto attempting to intimidate some Karasuno players. With a sigh, you go to fetch him.

“Tora-kun, can you please help me bring in some supplies? They’re too heavy,” you whine. It’s you’re tried and true method to keeping him on a leash. If he’s helping you, he’s with the team.

Except you don’t just get his attention, you also get the attention of the boy he was staring down. Tanka startles at your sudden appearance behind Yamamoto and loses the harshness in his face. “G-girl-”

You make eye contact with Kenma who looks amused. He ignores your plead for help. Yamamoto takes the opportunity to flaunt you. “This is (y/n). Talk to her and you’ll learn how much pain a volleyball can inflict.” As he finishes his threat, he gets distracted by Kiyoko’s appearance over Tanka’s shoulder.

You decide it’s a lost cause and subtly inch away until you’re walking with Kiyoko. The boys are unable to hear what you’re talking about, but both stare dumbfounded as the only two girls in the entire camp gossip and laugh. Tanka and Yamamoto share a look; maybe there’s something shared between the two they didn’t see before.

“Is your idiot always like that?”

“Yeah, I assume that’s normal for your team too?”

[hajimewhore]

☾ɴᴇᴋᴏᴍᴀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ

➸Part two of Haikyuu boys and their sleep habits ➸gn!Reader, fluff fluff fluff, a lil humor, sleep time💤

[Masterlist] [Karasuno]

✰ Kozume Kenma ➸ Kenma of course games dusk till dawn, but when the two of you started dating he’d set his game aside to curl up with you in bed, until you fell asleep stroking his hair. ��� Initially, you found it sweet that he’d sacrifice late gaming time to cuddle and fall asleep with you. Until you woke up one night and saw him playing away at his switch, blue light illuminating his intense face in the late hours. ➸ Turns out, he kept whatever game console he’d been playing under his pillow, and waited till you fell asleep to resume gaming. ➸ It’s still sweet that he didn’t want to keep you up or make you worry about his gaming habit, but you still want him to get his sleep. ➸ When you pluck the game from his hands (provided it’s at a good saving point), he jumps and eyes you cautiously. “Get some sleep, Kenma.” ➸ He sighs and nods in agreement, curling back up to you.

✰ Kuroo Tetsurou ➸ The way Kuroo sleeps with pillows mashed on either side of his head is honestly baffling, and you’re genuinely surprised he hasn’t suffocated in his sleep yet. Seriously, who taught this cat to sleep like that? ➸ Though it is how he sleeps the most comfortable, so you let it slide when you spend the night. You get your fair share of pictures, documenting his odd sleep habit for your (Adorable) Photos To Embarrass Kuroo collection. ➸ Kuroo only decides to stop his pillow ear muff sleep method one night when he realizes he can’t see your face when he falls asleep. ➸ It starts genuinely upsetting him because he can’t lean over and peck your nose, or brush your cheek, or tuck your head into his shoulder, he can’t even cuddle you properly! ➸ And your face is definitely a face he desperately wants to kiss with soft and sweet goodnights. He also really wants to wake up in the early morning to your gentle countenance, as you snooze away without a worry (and not wake up to all these damn pillows). ➸ Now when you spend the night, he’s learned to fall asleep without the mess of pillows glued to his head. ➸ Funny enough, he gets roasted more by his friends for not having his iconic bed head than when he has his bed head.

✰ Yaku Morisuke ➸ No way in hell is Yaku gonna be caught being back hugged, or worse, LITTLE SPOONED. ➸ The guy is 5’5” and ALWAYS wants to be the big spoon. He refuses to be the little spoon. ➸ Though, eventually, through trial and tribulation you lowkey train him into loving it... ➸ Every time you hug him from the back, you press a kiss to his cheek and tell him something you love about him. Though initially tense at the action, he of course preens at the attention you’re showering him with and turns to presses kisses all over your face. ➸ He’ll kiss your nose, cheeks, forehead, lips, chin, anything with a surface area on your face, Yaku just loves to reciprocate your affection 10x over. ➸ If he’s had an especially rough practice, you give him a massage before bed, pressing kisses to his back as you lay behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. Yaku gives in with little complaint to being the little spoon, a content smile on his face. ➸ You’re not saying you Pavlov dog trained him or anything, but Yaku does wind up loving being the little spoon a tad more than he did beforehand.

✰ Haiba Lev ➸ Lev isn’t an easy person to sleep with by any means. He’s 6′5″, his long legs take up a lot of space, and he’s a crybaby that always wants to be the little spoon (but is too scared to ask). ➸ He always tends to stretch in his sleep, long limbs somehow growing longer as he nearly pushes you off the bed. In some cases, you actually wind up waking up abruptly on the floor. For this reason alone, you purchased a plush rug for the side you sleep on. ➸ He doesn’t mean to of course, but he sometimes accidentally smacks you in the face when he tosses and turns in his sleep. You’re thankful he doesn’t practice his spikes in his sleep at least, so you make sure to snuggle as close as possible to avoid any sleepy foul play. ➸ Lev steals the covers! With all that leg and height, he really can’t help it if he ends up pulling the sheets off of you in the night, curling up comfortably in his makeshift cocoon. ➸ You’ve learned he’s a heavy sleeper though, so if you wake up with a chill you don’t hesitate to steal back your share of the sheets. After comfortably situated, you warm up again by wrapping your arms around his middle (knowing in the morning he’ll wake up eagerly to being your little spoon!)

✰ Yamamoto Taketora ➸ He always wants to watch a movie before going to bed. He’ll sling his arm around your shoulder, and get nice and cozy as you set up your laptop. You lean into him comfortably, and lay back in the pillows to find something trending on Netflix to watch. ➸ As it turns out, he never finishes anything you watch, he always falls into a dead asleep within the first 15 minutes. You were surprised the first time you heard his soft snoring next to you, and chalked it up to a long and tiring day. ➸ Except, it happens every night. You’ve started to realize it’s not so much that he wants to watch a movie, it’s that he wants to fall asleep to a movie. ➸ Yamamoto is definitely the type to need background noise to fall asleep, always twisting and turning tirelessly if there’s too much empty noise. ➸ You love watching movies together with him though, so you learned to put on movies you don’t plan on finishing together. ➸ It’s cute seeing how invested he is to start. Yamamoto is always eager to spend more time with you and end your night together, but he inevitably starts nodding off with his head slumping on top of yours. ➸ You close the lap top each time, and shimmy yourselves into the covers, completely content with the routine you’ve found.

✰ Kai Nobuyuki ➸ He snores, so, so, so loudly. ➸ You don’t want him to feel bad about it, because you love to sleep over and don’t want him to feel guilty about something he can’t help, so you don’t mention it to him. ➸ But your lack of sleep due to the earth shattering snores is driving you mad. So instead, you look up ways to to quickly fall asleep. ➸ You start your days early, try to be active when you can, test a myriad of teas and snacks that supposedly induce sleep easier, and it turns out to be quite fun experimenting with different methods. It starts to be a little game to see if you can fall asleep before Kai does. ➸ And eventually, it starts to work! You fall asleep before him, and conk out through the night. ➸ In actuality, it turns out that Kai once saw an open browser on your laptop, googling ‘ways to fall asleep’. He also happened to notice your habit of drinking sleep time remedies. ➸ He kind of figured it must’ve been due to his snoring, he remembered his teammates teasing him about it at camp in high school. So, at night, he started to force himself to stay awake and listen for the sound of your even breathing. ➸ Though he doesn’t mind one bit, kissing your forehead when you’re finally asleep, love is compromise!

✰ Fukunaga Shouhei ➸ Fukunaga is a comedian by day, and comedian by night. The guy does not stop. ➸ He Is a chronic sleep talker, and often sleep walks (sleep acts, more like). You find yourself staying up some nights just to see what he’ll do next. ➸ You caught him in the living room once, doing what you can only assume was pitching a tent. Was he camping in his dreams? ➸ Depending on what he does, you’ll sometimes casually suggest what you should do for your next date, like camping. “How did you know I wanted to that, babe?!” (He’s convinced you’re a psychic). ➸ It’s insane to you how long the acts go on too. He never flits between dreams, always one routine. You think he kayaked to an island once, judging by the way he mimed it on the couch, sleep talking about the dolphins and the birds. ➸He’ll sleep talk his comedy routines also, “Thanks for coming everyone!”, and you have to stifle a laugh so not to wake him. ➸ You always let it run it’s course since he’s not hurting anyone or himself. You sigh contently when he finally returns to bed after whatever wild adventure he was having, and he always tucks his head into your shoulder muttering about his love for you.

✰ Inuoka Sou ➸ The biggest, love struck, dork. Always, always, always wants to cuddle, and it’s the cutest thing ever.  ➸ He follows you around all night before it’s time to sleep, not unlike a puppy would. He brushes his teeth with you, and even learned to do a skin care routine just to spend more time with you in the bathroom. And he only did so because he spent entirely too long pouting in bed, tossing and turning, while waiting for you to finish. ➸ Cuddling with Inuoka is always warm and wholesome... until it isn’t. On hot summer nights, you can’t stand to be wrapped up in his body heat. It’s perfect for colder weather and winter nights, but not the scorching summer. ➸ Despite being the heaviest sleeper, always snoozing past his alarm and snoring away when you try to wake him, he instantly wakes up when you try to move away from his arms. ➸ You only wanted to get a air and rid of all the heat, but Inuoka looks up at you with the sleepiest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, “Babe, where are you going?” ➸ Every time, you give in, “No where baby.” ➸ It’s just once a year, for the entirety of the summer, right? You can withstand that much (and maybe invest in a better fan).

[Masterlist] [Karasuno]

[junnibook]

Bokuto nsfw alphabet

••••••••••••••••••••••

••••••••••••••••••••••

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

bokuto is a sweet heart and will make sure that, you feeling comfortable, safe and loved, he’ll get you water and start a bath for the both of you. he’ll be gentle because he knows he left bruises.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your ass, but not 100% in a perverted way. well maybe, he likes to worship it. like if your in the kitchen or something he’ll stop in his tracks , stare than go over and hug your ass and claim it as his, like he hasn’t done before.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes to cum in and out of you, on your more freakier nights leaves himself in your face, he’ll say lick your lips and when you do he’ll either want another round or cum again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he would often get hard while watching you play volleyball in  those shorts that hug your ass so good, giving him so many thoughts about the things he’s do.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not to much he did have a one night stand before meeting you. he knows he way around your body from working on you. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he likes any position that can give him a full grip on your ass, nothing more nothing less, he likes to grip and smack your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

lol, yea probably says “hey hey hey” while your getting naked and while you go down on him, it’s cringy but you love him so you should have no problem with it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

doesn’t shave, he’s scared to have anything with a blade near his dick, if you tried to he’d be so nervous.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

yesss, he loves showing you his love for you in other ways. it may be cheesy and hard to watch but let him do that okay.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yes almost all the time to you, he likes when you and him do it together he thinks he’ll cum more if your the one jerking him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink for sure ,he loves to be praised by you, almost a little to much, he can’t help but want more when you do, and letting him know how good he makes you feel is just a plus

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

you house , after that its anywhere in the house bathroom kitchen living room bedroom hell he even likes to fuck on the stairs, there isn’t a place in the place where he hasn’t fucked you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you wear short tight shorts so your ass is on full view each. makes him want to walk up and just smack and walk off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he doesn’t want to share you with anyone else but maybe kuroo that’s it that’s all

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

one of the best at giving head and he knows it, without a doubt loves to have you deep throat him, he can’t get enough of it and his skills are amazing.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s both he can be fast and  rough and slow and sweet, he loves both he’s deep in you either way so it doesn’t matter to him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves to pull you aside and fuck you fast and hard at a friends house it’s not a secret if everyone already knows and can hear you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not to big on risk simply because he doesn’t want anyone to see you and him fucking. mostly your his to look at and he would like to keep it that way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

four+ rounds he can last two without cuming well depends on how good you do really.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don’t think he would be into any toys tbh he might just use vibrating panties to tease you in public.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

semi tease.. isn’t to big on making you wait even knowing you want him so badly makes him want him to give in and fuck you silly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

wouldn’t hide his moans he’s giving you a ear full and he expects one back.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

might actually let you top him.. just a little bit but he would be top soon again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

BIG AND OVERLY THICK THE BOY IS PACKING PACKING SO BE READY 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

all the time so be ready for him if he just comes up and say he wants to fuck

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

cuddled up and sleeping in your arms or you in his.

[letshaikyuu]

Hey hey hey~! I saw you are doing the SFW alphabet. Would it be too much for me to ask for the whole alphabet for Kuroo? If it’s too much, just let me know! Thank you 🥰

This took a while haha. You really made me work out with this anon ❤️

A = Affection(How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

- Very likely to touch you all the time, sometimes he just can't help himself and tries to discretely touch you in public or in front of the team...it always shows cause you either get so embarrassed or retaliate and smack his ass

B = Breath(What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

- For a second there, I wanted to say be intelligent and spit out facts, but just be willing to keep him company when he's studying for an important exam and if he asks you to help him out do it...he'll always remember how you helped him and it makes him go soft for some reason uwu

C = Cuddling(Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

- Of course he fluffing cuddles, why wouldn't Kuroo Tetsurou cuddle? It would be a crime if he actually didn't lol. Cuddles all the time, doesn't pick a time or place. I don't know if this classifies as cuddling but after a match, he sees you and just slumps on you and goes basically weightless and you're here trying to manage this big baby. Also cuddles you in bed. Puts you on his chest, his arms over you or on your ass lol. Gives the best cuddles tho

D = Dream(What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

- Wants to travel with you around Japan and Asia, then later on the world. Wishes to have this big ass backyard where he's going to have a big pool and also a special room in the house where he has some computers for games or a mini cinema where you guys would watch movies all the time

E = Effort(How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

- You aren't going to get out of this relationship easily because Kuroo is just the biggest sweetheart to you. Lots of effort is put, Kuroo tries not to open his heart 100% because he's still young and what if things don't work out ya know? But he ends up doing just that and he will never regret that because you mean a lot to him

F = Fear(What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

- Easily sees and senses that you're scared, even before you actually tell him. He would get more protective and his arm would tightly squeeze your waist to reassure you that he's there. Puts you on his lap and buries your head in the crook of his neck, his hand is in your hair and he's whispering sweet nothings to you and commenting how brave you are and nothing is going to happen to you

G = Gifts(What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

- I reckon him a guy that buys you these cute charms for every anniversary or important occasion. Charms that you put on a bracelet and such. Keeps giving you them for a while and the finally charm is this cute lil kitty on an actual bracelet this time and when you put them all on you have this purrfect bracelet with lots of charms uwu

- He wouldn't like anything expensive because then he'd be scared if something actually happens to him so pls don't do it. It doesn't even have to be material, take him out on a surprise date, for example the aquarium or planetarium.

H = Hugs(Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

- Standing my ground still that he gives the best cuddles and that includes hugs. He backhugs you all the time. If you're shorter than him then he always puts his head on yours just to tease your height. Hugs you all the time and without prior knowledge. He'd just body slam you from behind and not let you go for a few minutes

I = Intimacy(How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

- Is pretty romantic. Knows what you like and tries his best to provide you that. Always does something for the holidays (lol he bought you a "Ring for sex" bell once as a gift and rings it when he's "seductively" laying on your bed). Doesn't have any problems, but doesn't jump straight into sex if one of you isn't ready or he doesn't have the adequate protection. Barebacking ain't in the agenda right now

J = Jealous(Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

- Masks his jealousy pretty well, so it would seem that he doesn't get jealous easily but he kind of does. He does trust you, but he doesn't trust whatever is happening around you. When he's jealous, he gets more intimate in public than usual. His lips are on your neck, he would gaze at the person flirting with you and a smirk is on his face because he won the whole war and not just the battle because he's the one brining you home tonight

K = Kiss(Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

- Mindblowing kisser, he frequents his tongue as well hehe. Enjoys kissing you as well, wants to bruise your lips because he's just a lil shit like that. Makes funny kissy faces at you before actually kissing you. Kisses are really common with this guy so have some chapstick with you at all times

L = Love(When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

- Says it a few months into the relationship, not right of the bat. Secretly wants you to say it first so that he knows this relationship is going somewhere. Doesn't really say it often, he's more physical than vocal so he says it when he really needs you to know that or if je needs you to say it as well, to ease his mind

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

- We already got Kuroo married lol

N = Night out(What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

-Either movie dates or stay-at-home dates. Takes you to the cinema when a new film premieres and he wants to watch it. Also has his cheat days when he buys a lot of fast food for you two to pig out on at home. Dates every other week are his thing. Also wouldn't mind a double date with a close friend

O = Out of the Ordinary(What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

- Basically, whatever you feel uncomfortable with doing, he won't do it even if he really wants to and vice verse. Otherwise, he's pretty open to doing pretty much everything with you and for you

P = Playful(Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

-Done!

Q = Questions(Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

- Yup! When you two go to the mall and he wants to buy something, he asks for your opinion because a) he wants you to like it as well and b) he wants you to see how hot your boyfriend is. Always inputs his opinion somewhere because he'd hate if you did all the planning and think he doesn't want to be involved

R = Random(How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

- Likes to plan things ahead just to be 100% sure everything is okay and safe. So he's spontaneous with his actions more than dates and such. If something doesn't go as planned, he will pull some hair out and would like for you to calm him down and tell him how you could do something else instead

S = Sleep(How do they sleep with their s/o?)

- Lol has you sweating in bed because his body is just pressed into yours. His arms and legs over your body, just pinning you down and not letting you move the whole night. Poor you if you have to pee in the middle of the night

T = Trust(How much do they trust their s/o?)

- Maybe a bit too trusting at times, but he trusts you a lot. So, he trusts both your opinion and decision in different situations, but you will hardly gain his trust back if you break it

U = Unique(What makes them unique as a s/o?)

- He's just so loving and it doesn't "fit" his looks at all. Also would run around the house with your underwear on his head because he's weird like that-

V = Vulnerable(How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

- For someone that seems like he has his life together, Kuroo is pretty emotional. For the first few months of the relationship he tries to hide this more vulnerable side of his, but he'd just suddenly burst when you least expect it and would be very worried that you wouldn't like him anymore because he's a "crybaby". Let him cry it out on your shirt, you'll wash it later. Rub your hand on his back and don't sad anything at the beginning. When he starts to calm down, tell him how you'll always be with him and if he wants to talk about it then listen, but don't pressure him into saying it if he doesn't

W = Wild Card(Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

- Likes vacuuming. Give him a vacuum and some headphones, in a few hours you'll have the whole house vacuumed and Kuroo busting his hip while doing ridiculous dance moves-

X = X-Ray(What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

- Keeps his cool demeanour and tries to help you the best he can, takes you to the hospital if needed. If you're badly hurt then his demeanour starts to crumble. Acts calm and collected around you, but when you're not looking slowly breaks down and silently let's a tear or two drop because he's worried sick about you

Y = Yuck(Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

-Already done babes 😘

Z = Zeal(Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

- Thinks everyone needs to have passion in a relationship and if you don't then try to relight it. He's extremely passionate in relationships, he wants you to keep igniting it, meaning that he wants you to be passionate in this relationship as well. Has enough passion for the whole relationship, but it isn't going to work out if you don't pitch in

[altumvidetur]

Haikyuu!! Fic Recs (Miscellaneous)

Fic Recs Masterpost

Moving on with the fic recs I’m sharing, these are all fics for ships that aren’t necessarily my OTPs, but which I still like a lot. 

Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Here we go:

KuroKen:

pretty girls make me nervous, by ebenroot

(Yaku had to wonder if his captain was listening to himself talk and could realize on his own how much he sounded in love with Kenma.)

"So, what is going to happen is this! Friday night, Kenma will be going to the mall with no video games around. His natural attractiveness will show, some love struck girl will ask him out and bam! Kenma isn't single anymore."

(Yaku supposed not.)

or

that fic where Kuroo does everything he can to get Kenma a significant other. Meanwhile, everyone bets how long it'll take before Kuroo realizes that Kenma's sorta already dating him.

tea leaves and spice (girls), by Ellessey

Summary by me: in which Kenma is in denial, Kuroo is a huge dork, and together they figure some stuff out.

Heat Stroke, by risquetendencies

Heat makes a person feel lazy, but when you're already lazy, it's just another annoyance. In a bid to escape the heat, Kenma sees something he wasn't meant to, and decides to take care of things he's left undone.

omam verse, by shions_heart

Though some may believe they're monsters, those closest to them know they're just men learning how to love in this world of magic, demons, and faeries.

BokuAkaKuro:

Rewards Program, by surveycorpsjean

Akaashi enjoys his normal life, as a normal grocery checker, at a normal grocery store.

Of course, it all goes up in flames when two hot as hell college kids dump their items on the conveyor belt.

Donuts. Glue. Donut holes.

And that's only the beginning.

UshiShira:

UshiShira, by shirabu

The OTP. (Other fandoms listed are only because of crossovers.)

AsaNoya:

Hey Let’s Get It On, by jibrailis

Nishinoya and Asahi practice kissing together.

Wild Horses, by notallballs

"Oh, it's you," the woman said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Um, hello."

Nishinoya stared. "It's you!" she shouted, pointing an accusing finger.

The woman reared back for a moment, her eyes widening. "Uh—"

"Hot lifeguard!" Nishinoya yelled.

-

While at the beach with her friends, Nishinoya runs into the biggest, hottest lifeguard she's ever seen.

KyouHaba:

fuel to burn, by knightswatch

Kentarou is coal. Kentarou does not have a diamond inside of him.

be gentle with me (i don’t know what that means), by earlgrey_milktea

kyoutani wakes, injured and alone, inside a witch's den. he's fucked.

Presentability, by darkmagicalgirl

“Oh for— I mean we’ll be in public,” Yahaba said. “Representing our school. We could be on TV. Our old upperclassmen might come to watch.”

“Our team, not my face,” Kyoutani had pointed out, feeling very reasonable.

“Your face is a part of this team!” Yahaba looked about five seconds away from stamping his heels ineffectually, or, like, putting his fist through the wall. You could never tell with that guy.

just wanna be yours, by knightswatch

It's almost funny, how they've kissed but they've never really kissed. It's almost funny, except for how badly Kentarou wants to really kiss Yahaba.

meet me at the fucking pit (and let me hold your hand), by anyadisee

“Yoo-hoo~ Oh my, why the dark faces, everyone?” Oikawa asks as he walks into the room, Iwaizumi right by his heels.

Kunimi, who had been looking bored the entire time, picks up the piece of paper and loudly reads the two sentences written in thick black ink and an angry-looking scrawl across its surface. “Yahaba, meet me at the lot behind the old Humanities building, 6PM. Don’t bring anyone, and don’t be late. That’s what it says.”

The room falls silent once more.

Then, “Holy shit, Yahaba-chan, who did you cross this time?”

[in which yahaba receives a vaguely threatening letter, and kyoutani disappears from practice.]

like drawing blood, by knightswatch

Yahaba Shigeru doesn't struggle with admitting his problems, he struggles with fixing them.

Kyoutani Kentarou has always been a problem he doesn't know how to fix.

MatsuHanaIwaOi:

Four’s a Party, by plumtrees

standalone Seijou OT4 smutfics, with each member getting a shot at being in the middle.

Your Heartbeat; My Lullaby, by Acai

And if he ever were to fall, the arms were ready to catch him. And if the shock of the fall was too much for him to stand back up like it didn’t happen, those arms were still strong enough to hold him up until he stood on his own.

turkey feet and fish stink, by beatboxbmo

He smirks. "It looks like you dipped your toes in dog shit."

Tooru's lips thin out in a petulant pout before curling slightly at the sides. "You would know."

The memory slams to the forefront of Issei's mind, and he drops his head to hide his face. "Taka still owes me a pair of socks."

KinKage:

The Best Things, by Karasuno Volleygays

Things can start out small or change, and you don't see it coming. And sometimes, they're heavier than you think until you stop and feel the burden.

But the best things work themselves out on their own.

AoHina:

Camellia, by Vane

Aone makes some assumptions. Some of them even pan out.

UshiOi:

Starting Now, by notallballs

"Oh no," Tooru said, throwing his hands up. "No, no, absolutely not—"

"There is only one bed."

Tooru rounded on him. "I can see that, Ushiwaka-chan," he snapped.

-

Oikawa and Ushijima have played on the same team for over a year now, but they still haven't gotten the hang of getting along. All that changes when a blizzard forces them to share the same hotel room.

HanaOi:

however many worlds away, by commovente

Hanamaki and Oikawa: over the years, into the stars, through to whatever lies even after that:

-

“…Hey. Write to me sometimes, yeah?” Hanamaki’s ignored Tooru again, but he hasn’t shoved him off yet, either. “When I’m — when I’m out there.”

“Miss me already, Makki? Well, that’s only to be expected, after all…”

“Oikawa.”

EnnoFuta:

no time to be alone, by cenli

A relationship played out in memories.

KamaFuta:

Wrong as Rain, by darkmagicalgirl

Kamasaki doesn't understand why Futukuchi keeps showing up at his job.

[Disgusted voice]: Feelings, by volna

Futakuchi is 25. That is all you have to know.

GoshiHina:

Roses Are Red, by KuriKuri

Goshiki Tsutomu has never actually set foot in a flower shop before.

In fact, most of the time flower shops are something he actively avoids, because while he has many talents, one of them appears to be the ability to somehow kill every plant he’s ever owned.

Multiple Pairings:

SASO Bonus Round Fills — Haikyuu!!, by kiyala

A collection of Haikyuu!! fills written for the Sports Anime Shipping Olympics 2016 bonus rounds.

Miscellaneous, by h_lovely

A collection of requested drabbles including but not limited to: Fluffy, lovesick Kuroken, Harry Potter enthusiast Suga, ultra charming Daichi, snarky and oblivious Matsuhana, and endearingly drunk Asahi.

SWAG2016: Haikyuu, by kiyala

A collection of assorted Haikyuu drabbles written for SWAG2016.

[the-secret-garden-library]

So, until I finally have a chance to sit down and actually write out a decent “Get to know me” post, I’ll add in little tidbits of info about myself (if I remember that is lol)

Or y’all can ask me questions, that’s okay too!

(((This was a piece that I had originally worked on for another blog that I had been a part of until the main writer and owner of the blog ended up chasing me off, which just helped to fuel this blog!)))

“I need me some jealous Bo! Please!!! Like His crush seems to be getting too close to whoever (Kuroo maybe) and he just gets incredibly jealous and they get to his place (make it college AU please) and kinda end up having kitchen sex ??? On the table??? Is that good ? Can you do that? Thank you in advance ❤

Oh, for the jealous/kitchen sex Bokuto ask, can you make the girl/reader small and chubby and cute ? (It's okay if you say no, just asking ^^)

Since this wasn’t quite specified for either headcanons or a scenario, I’m going to go ahead and do these as a headcanon set just so y’all can kinda get a taste for how I do NSFW just in case if y’all want to give any feedback on it! 

Also, if there is ANYTHING similar to what happened last time when I posted something containing a “chubby” reader, you better believe that (REDACTED) and I will have a discussion about what to do with similar requests in the future.”

~ Jae ~

Bokuto Kotarou

For someone who is normally what people consider a major social butterfly who was fairly easygoing, you would never think that Bokuto was capable of having feelings of jealousy

At least that’s what you thought before the two of you started your friendship

Though you had to give him credit as he still acted the same as usual, still the energetic and bubbly guy you’ve known since freshman year of college

And with that comes with Bo’s friends, mainly Akaashi and especially Kuroo

You loved them both dearly, but holy crap they could be a little more than even you could handle at times

But you, Bo, and Kuroo were all basically joined at the hip since the moment y’all met

Even going far enough to rent out a three bedroom house near your college campus as a group of roommates

And initially this didn’t pose an issue to any of you, rather it seemed to be the perfect arrangement for basically the world’s greatest and longest sleepover lol

However even at times the best laid plans come to expect problems

Especially during the hellish Finals Week

As the three of you focused more on your studies and with different class times, it was rare to be able to find time for the three of you to hang out at the same time

And with Bokuto’s volleyball practice schedule (as he was an athletic scholarship recipient) it really didn’t permit him extra time to be at your shared apartment

So imagine his shock when he found you sitting up asleep on the couch, legs curled under you as Kuroo’s head used your plump thighs (HIS nap pillow mind you!)

All of you definitely know how Kuroo sleeps

He literally has tried to, unconsciously mind you, shove his face into your soft stomach like he would his own pillows, arms firmly wrapped around your waist

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time that this had happened

Now Bokuto knew for a fact that nothing was going on other than just that

But seeing the two of you situated like that while he wasn’t there had a tendency to play upon his mind and his self confidence quite a bit

And with the stress from practice and finals week, it ended up being a bit too much

So imagine your surprise when he basically hauls Kuroo off of you with a growl and all intents and purposes dumps him outside, in his tank top and boxers, the door like the kitty cat he is and locking the deadbolt

Bo’s back is still turned to you when you call him out, asking what’s going on

He’s completely still as you cautiously approach him

But before you can even touch him, he whirls around and grabs you, molding your small, soft body against his and seemingly squeezes you with every fiber of his being

That’s when you finally notice just how much his body is shaking, especially when he buries his face in your hair and attempts to cover you with as much /him/ as possible

Which frankly giving your small stature, isn’t all that hard to do

Finally coming to terms with the reason of his sudden outburst, you gently pull yourself just enough from his grasp so you can look at him properly

Can you say major big time pout much?

He’s definitely embarrassed from what you can tell by the look on his face but the gathering tears in the corner of his eyes stuns you quite a bit

You knew about Bokuto’s tendencies for major mood swings when his emotions tended to run wild when you became friends

That, and his tendency for extreme neediness when he happened to be in one of those moods

Luckily you’ve had enough practice with his moods that you already lead him to sit down at the kitchen table, always keeping a hand on him and murmuring words of affirmation and affection

However this time Bokuto seems different, your usual way of calming him down and bring around the usual Bo not working like usual

Before you can even blink though, he’s already pulled you into his lap and is holding you by your hips

You shiver as you feel Bokuto press his face into the base of your neck, nuzzling the soft, sensitive skin there.

    “Hey Kou? What’s wrong?” you ask as you try to pull back from him so you could actually look him in the eye. You have to bite back a whimper as he refuses to look up and instead chooses to draw you even closer to him.

    “Koutarou, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Adjusting yourself to sit better on his lap, you begin to lightly play with his hair. Playing turns into gentle kneading as you wait for him to open up to you, lightly working out the stress knots in his neck and upper back and you can feel him slowly start to relax. Suddenly you feel his lips moving against your neck and you jump.

    Bokuto pulls just far enough away from your skin to be able to talk clearly.

    “Sorry…” he murmurs, lifting his head to rest it on your shoulder and stares into the kitchen behind you. 

“I… when I saw the two of you like that I…” he trails off as he tries to focus on his breathing to steady himself, “...I got jealous. Like, really, really jealous and I don’t know why and I know that it was stupid ‘cause it was just you and /Kuroo/ and that’s normal and I see it all the time but this time it just felt really weird and different and I didn’t like it, I /don’t/ like it.” 

He has you in an iron grip at the moment, obviously intending for you to sit there and /stay/ there like his life (or pride) depended on it. Bokuto licks his lips, the motion making his light stubble scratching the sensitive skin on your neck and tickling you.

As you put the pieces together, you slowly come to a conclusion that up until this point you never thought that it would ever be possible but even still you just had to, /needed/ to check and see if it could be true.

“Kou, look at me” you ask, your racing heart attempting to break free from your chest, “Please Koutarou?”

Slowly he loosened up his grip on you and turned to face you but still his eyes refused to meet yours.  And if the prominent rosy hue on his cheeks and still present pout were any sort of indicator, you figured that you knew exactly what the answer would be to your next question. 

“Kou, when you said that you were jealous of Kuroo…” you hesitated, trying to find just the right words to say, “Could it be that you have a thing for me? Koutarou, do you have feelings for me?”

He flinched which only confirmed your suspicions but you still wanted to hear it from him.

His blush spread to his ears, shining brightly against his hair.

“I...uh… Yeah, yeah I do…”

“Real...really?” You managed to squeal out, suddenly feeling much warmer than you were just a moment ago, obviously whatever Bokuto had was quickly growing contagious. 

“I...I, wow, I had no idea Kou…”

“Ah haha, really? I thought I… I mean that's okay! That was a good thing… I think?” He was beginning to quickly deflate, the melancholy starting to slowly crawl into his entire being.

Bokuto gently slipped you from his lap and into the chair next to his before jumping up, turned as if to go.

“I'm just… Sorry, I just remembered that I had somewhere i needed to do a...thing at. I've got to go”

Before he had a chance to turn an walk away, you jumped at him and grabbed his hand.

“Bo, wait!” 

He barely had a chance to turn to look at you when you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him down, pulling him into a somewhat messy and ill-aimed but heated kiss.

It was like a switch had flipped in Bokuto.

He growled, covering your hands with his much bigger ones as he began to kiss you back with an almost bruising fervor. A hand snaked into your hair and he pulled gently, easing your head back to expose your throat to him as he kissed his way down your jaw, nibbling down the expanse of your neck and leaving hot opened mouthed kisses along the way.

Bokuto backed you up against the kitchen table, reaching behind you to shove last night's attempts at homework and studying to the floor.

Suddenly he ended the kiss, pulling back to study you with those liquid honey eyes of his.

“Yes or no?”

“W-what?” You gasped out as you tried to clear your head a bit from the lust-driven fog in your mind.

He pulled back a little more out if your reach which made you suddenly feel just how warm he was from the sudden loss of his body heat.

“(...), I mean do you want this, want me as much as I want you, yes or no?” His eyes captured yours and the serious look on his face, the one very similar to his Ace face, helped to sober you up some more about what was happening.

But you have had enough already, the once seemingly firm flood gates had finally been allowed to burst open and had no chance of closing again.

“Fuck, Bo, I…” You looked at him, tossed all your cares for that day out the window, and threw your arms around his neck to press your body and your lips firmly against him.

You rolled your eyes when you felt him smile into the kiss and little puffs resembling his hooting escape, but even you had to smile in the end.

Bokuto picked you up to lay you down on the now clear table and started to work on your neck to leave his marks on your skin.

Somehow you had managed to sneak your hands up his chest and was currently in the process of undoing the buttons on his shirt. You ended up getting frustrated at the slow pace, especially with how Bokuto had started nipping and sucking at the base of your neck while one his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips, so you ripped open his shirt the rest of the way and sent buttons flying while you yanked the shirt off of him.

He was forced back a bit when you yanked the shirt off of him and the smouldering look he gave you only fanned the flames.

“Oh? Impatient are we?” Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at you, the huskiness of his voice making you shiver down to your toes.

You scoffed and shot him a look before you grabbed hold of the bottom of your shirt and yanked it over you head, throwing it...somewhere else where you knew that you were going to have to hunt for it later.

But at this moment in time, you could have cared less.

“Less talky, more nakey”, you ordered, hurrying to undo your pants and slide them down your legs,  much to his very shocked and bright red reaction. You smirked at the very obvious reaction in his pants thanks to your much more freed choice of clothing options.

“U-uh, yeah… Yeah just give me a sex-...second!” Bokuto stuttered, his brain obviously going on autopilot and what little instinct that he had in that particular fun area. He kept fumbling with his belt buckle and had started to think about just trying to shove his pants down, belt and all.

That was before you decided to take pity on the poor guy and grabbed him by his belt. Your deft hands made quick work of undoing the cumbersome thing and pulled him flush to you, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him there.

The low moan that slipped from his lips made you flush with desire, his hot and impossibly hard cock nestled snug against your core. His hips stuttered into yours as your fingers grazed the skin above his underwear before he, finally getting impatient, yanked them down and almost tripped in the process.

Which lead him to be face to face with your warm, pink cunt. And in that moment, Bokuto was convinced that it had even *winked* at him.

“Kou~”, You called out to him, trying to get his attention after he hadn’t moved for a few moments. 

You braced yourself for what you were about to do.

You reclined back on the table, twisting just so in a way that you thought would look seductive and slowly opened your legs more, slipping a hand down to play with and and tease your pussy directly in front of his face.

He visibly gulped, his eyes flicking back and forth between your own gaze and what you hand was currently doing. He inched forward, falling to his knees almost like worship before you, and closely watched how you would touch yourself. One of his hands slowly came forward and you jumped at the first contact of his cool fingers on your burning hot flesh.

You jumped as soon as he started to explore you, your own hand coming back up to pinch and pull at your nipples while he began playing with your body. 

Bokuto slid a hand down the outside of your leg, marveling at how soft your skin felt, pressing trailing kisses up the inside as he propped it up on his shoulder.

“Fuck you feel so good” he groaned as he massaged the back of your legs.

You blushed and squirmed at his kisses that did nothing but dumped fuel on the fire that was burning deep within your belly and making you even more impatient from how slow he was going.

“Bo, you know I’m really loving the fact that you’re worshipping me like you are, but for the love of god, hurry it up or I’m going to leave and finish on my own!” you howled. 

Hooking the leg that he had been paying homage to around his back and pulling him closer to you, you showed him just how wet you had grown and he could see your sex quiver from desire and arousal.

“Awww… I wanted to savor it a little bit more” he said, a playful grin growing across his face, as he nuzzled into your thigh. However the look you gave him after that made up his mind for him and he started to run his thumbs up your slit exploring how wet you were before licking from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit moaning as he went. 

You gasped as he flicked his tongue over your clit his fingers playing with your pussy as he explored you getting you opened up enough to be able to fit him in. Your hips jumped up as he slowly slid a finger and and looked for that small bundle of nerves before hitting it hard as he smashed his tongue against your clit. Your hand shot to his head your fingers and hands taking hold of his hair and pulling him even closer. 

He worked at opening you up with more fingers, adding one after the other as soon as he felt that you were ready to take them all the while playing with that small bundle of nerves with the tips of his calloused fingers and fervently sucking and licking your clit. He could tell that you were getting close to something as your legs started twitching and your thighs started closing in on his head. 

You were so close you could feel it coming quickly and you were almost there… and then he decided to pull away pushing your thighs apart and pushing them back towards you almost folding you completely in half. 

“Kou!”, you cried out, wanting to yell something, anything!, at him you were so close and it made you so annoyed, but the look on his face as he looked down on you from where he was at that you knew that if it had continued he would have more than likely finish the same way without actually getting to the main event.

“I know ____, I know! But if I kept doing that I, uh…” Bokuto blushed, shuffling closer so you could see just how hard he was. A thick line of precum had beaded at the tip of his visibly throbbing cock and had begun to slowly roll down the underside of its thick head.

“O-oh…” you murmur, finally realizing why he had stopped. You took a good look at him, his thick cock hard enough to reach upwards, bobbing with his every move and every time his pulse jumped.

“Ah, yeah so…” you weren’t looking at him now, the realization of what was finally happening after so long hitting you like a semi.

Bokuto began to deflate a little, feeling a little lost as to what to do now, especially with you not looking at him directly.

But he was definitely surprised when you suddenly surged upwards to grab him by the arms and pull him down to properly lay on top of you. You snuck a peek, looking for his eyes for any sign of any doubt he may have had, but all you saw was his soft look that was slowly giving way as he leaned in to kiss you again.

Which you gratefully accepted, wrapping your arms around him as he moved in between your legs.

“Let me know if anything hurts, okay?” he murmured against your lips, reaching a hand down to grab hold of his cock to rub it against your clit and lower lips, coating himself in your slick.

You moaned into his mouth, squirming  against him as he rocked against you, “Just go slow, okay?”

He nodded and clasped himself firmly in his hand, guiding it until it finally met your soaked hole and gently started to push in.

Bokuto gently rocked his hips until he was fully seated in you, pausing to catch his breath and stave of his orgasm from how incredible you felt while also giving you a chance to be able to get used to how thick he was.

You felt so incredibly full that you gasped and grasped at him and pulled you down til his face was resting in your neck.

“Bo…”  you rasped out, feeling him suck lightly on your neck and massage your soft curves as he tried to get you to relax underneath him.

You shivered, his every movement that brushed against your body sent tremors down your spine, especially when his hips would stutter and area just below his pelvis started to mash itself snug against your clit and sent shocking bursts throughout your body.

“Kou, please, please move!” you began to beg as your hips started to push against his, seeking that delicious friction that he unknowingly was teasing you with, “Koutarou, I’m okay now, I promise”

“You sure? I don’t want to make you if you need more time…” he searched your face, still refusing to move.

“Bokuto Koutarou, if you don’t stop worrying about me so much and actually start making love to me I swear to god I’ll push you down and ride you as hard as I can”, you growled. You wrapped your legs around his waist and used him to pull yourself up against him to grind down on him to emphasize your point.

He gulped, but you could see that his pupils had blown, the black almost overtaking the gold as he pulled back to look at your pouting face.

“Gotta save that idea for later on apparently…” you giggled to yourself as you watched him raise himself up before pulling out of you.

The harmonious moans that were ripped out of your throats as he thrusted back into your warmth filled the nearly quiet apartment and spurred Bokuto on even more.

You gasped as he started up a steady pace and he lowered his head to take a bouncing nipple into his mouth and sucked.

“You feel so good ____, so wet and warm for me. I can feel you sucking me in” he moaned around your nipple, “You really wanted me and my cock that badly, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t a question. Or at least if it was one, it was one that he knew the answer to already.

“Oh Kou, shut up and fuck me” you laughed, rolling your eyes as a smile crept upon your face.

“Yes ma’am!” he laughed and brought you in for another searing kiss. Bokuto slipped an arm behind you to pull you closer as his thrusts became more rhythmic, cradling you to his chest as he rested his face in your neck.

You arched against him, your breasts rubbing against his muscled chest, sending jolts of pleasure rushing through your body.

“Oh, f-fuck yeessss” you moaned as your hands slid down his broad back to grasp at his waist to help guide his movements. But mainly to get a few handfuls of that delicious looking backside of his, not that you’d tell anyone. 

Yet. 

He cursed when he felt your nails sink into his back and scratch as you let out the most sinfully dirty sounds after he happened to hit one spot in particular deep within you.

“Fuck, I want you to do that again” he choked into your skin, his warm breath on your neck making you burst into flames. His hips stuttered as he tried to find that one spot again, pushing harder as he felt your walls begin to quiver around his cock.

Bokuto adjusted his stance and, angling his hips to thrust down deeper into you, found that spot that made you mewl before.

You barely had time to suck in a breath before having it all tumble out of you as he started pounding away at that spot.

“AH! Ah a-ah Ko-Koutarou!” you screamed out, slowly losing your mind as he kept hitting spots that made your legs quake, “More! I need you, Kou, please, please give me more!”

“Fuck, don’t say that or I’m not going to be able to last much longer” he pleaded, his hips slamming into you now as he mashed his thumb against your clit and jerkily swirled the rough pad of his thumb around it. Bokuto was hunched over you, your arms still barely able to reach the back of his neck to pull him in for another bruising kiss, your breasts distracting him with their bouncing.

Hot, open mouthed kisses made your mind hazy and you could feel your body start to tighten, your legs wrapping around his waist and locking behind him. You could feel the pull from before rushing in, making you taut and tense.

And then he hit that one spot, rubbed your clit the right way…

And suddenly you were floating.

Bokuto heard you let out a small gasp before your pussy seized his cock and, making a sound like a screech owl , thrusting once, twice before crushing you into him before snapping. His hips rocked against yours as he came, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep into you.

He said your name like a prayer, smothering you in kisses as the two of you came down from your individual highs.

After a few minutes the two of you look at each other, still bashful, but soon started to laugh.

“Did you seriously do that?!?” you giggled, pushing back the sweat drenched hair from his forehead to look at him better.

“I didn’t do anything!” he protested, his pretend pout losing the battle against the massive grin that was currently at home there.

“Mmhmm, suuure you didn’t” still giggling, you pulled him down into another, sweeter, kiss and to enjoy the moment.

Until you realized that you two were still on the kitchen table.

That you had just had sex on for the first time.

The communal table.

Oops.

“Alright big guy, you’ve got to get off me” patting his shoulder to get him to move so you could get up, “We’ve got to get this mess cleaned up”.

Or so you thought.

“Alright, alright. I’ll help you pick things up.”

You really should have paid more attention to what he was doing exactly.

The next thing you knew, you were being slung over his shoulders and carted off back towards his bedroom with him gleefully groping your ass.

“KOU!” you squealed, trying to sound like you were mad at his antics but you knew that he had you figured out when you felt him turning his head to bite the skin of your lower hip.

He dumped you unceremoniously on his bed before shutting the door and returning to finish his promise from before. 

“Now…” he purred, pulling you to the edge of the mattress before sinking down onto his knees and pulling your legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt oozing with his cum.

“Where were we?”

Meanwhile, Kuroo was still sitting outside in his underwear, luckily having the chance to snag his phone before the door had been shut on him.

“About fucking time, better damn make it count stupid owl” he muttered, scrolling through his phone as he got comfy on the cold tile.

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕌𝕡♡

Hi! May I have a Haikyuu, Demon Slayer, and Free matchup, please? :D I’m a 4'10 (I’m tiny ik TwT) girl with short black hair (pixie cut) and dark brown eyes that apparently look like boba pearls. My ‘myers briggs’ personality is ESTJ-A (Executive). In school, I work really hard, and my grades reflect that, though at times, especially under stress, I tend to overwork myself. I’m a straight A student, and in a program for students who are academically advanced, so that’s cool xD I’m also an ambivert, and I gain energy from both being alone and socializing, so I’ll be okay in both situations :) I’m generally very cheerful and energetic, especially around other people, and I’ve been described as a ‘happy lil goofball’. I’m the type of person that would go to the middle of the mall and either start screaming the lyrics to a song I’m listening to, or start randomly dancing (long story short, I’m the annoying friend you’re embarrassed by-). However, I’m also not afraid of confrontation, especially when it concerns my friends or family, and I refuse to take anyone’s bs >:) During my time alone, I love watching anime and playing video games, while also probably eating all the chips hehe… I also love playing badminton and volleyball! (I’m a libero :3) I have a hugeee sweet tooth, and practically l i v e for sugar, especially chocolate and brown sugar bubble tea. I also love MILK (both regular and chocolate milk), to the point where I drink it much more than I drink water… Yikes. 

I really hope this was enough! Thank you~ :D

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘…

ᴍᴏʀɪꜱᴜᴋᴇ ʏᴀᴋᴜ

First things first, Yaku absolutely adores your height and will undoubtedly use it to his advantage. (Mainly to carry you around or to combine heights to mess around with the other members) With overworking, he knows all too well how that can be and will more than likely force breaks on you. He does this more so for your well being and so that you don’t burn yourself out too quickly. 

Without a doubt, he’s immensely proud of how serious you are with your academics and tries his absolute best to provide you with snacks and or little tips to help ease your mental health. After all, just as much as you worry for his desire to overcome and physical obstacle, he worries over your mental prowess and desire to achieve high marks.

Yaku literally loves your goof ball personality and will be hooked onto the high you give off when you’re living your best life and making the best memories. He will literally convince you to help tease and playfully bully Kuroo from time and time again. (Aka 24/7) Absolutely adores your no BS personality. It means well for him as he won’t feel the need to tip toe around you. After all, despite being small he most definitely isn’t afraid to speak his mind when he’s around people he’s comfortable with. 

Any game you have, he’s there. !000% will brag about how his girlfriend is an amazing libero and that no one can literally compare. He sneaks you in to team practices to help with your receives and digs. 

He finds your sweet tooth endearing, and despite his desire to keep you healthy and at your peak performance, he’ll have a couple of sweets set aside in his bag specifically for you.

ʜᴀꜱʜɪʙɪʀᴀ ɪɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ

Literally chaos incarnated into a human being, when the both of you are together you both create the most wild and insane memories together. Despite his chaotic and rebellious nature, he can be similar to that of a tsundere when admitting his feelings and clear affections for you. Though he isn’t the best when it comes to academics, he is more than willing to reflect his own passions and perseverance when it comes to anything involving physical strength. 

In a modern sense, he would most definitely be the one to go to you for advice and tutoring. He won’t outright say it, but he absolutely loves your energetic and happy behavior. If anything, it feeds into his own emotions and he can’t help but be a touch protective/possessive over you. This comes without a doubt, the pair of you would undoubtedly bicker with one another. Especially since both of you are stubborn and aren’t afraid of confrontation you both will be able to point out each other’s bullshit. 

Inosuke doesn’t understand your infatuation with sweets, but do expect this dumb baby to try to out win your sweet tooth in his own dumb ways. Aka him saying he’s the sweetest thing you’ll ever have the chance of getting. 

ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ ꜱʜɪɪɴᴀ

Happy and go lucky, Shiina isn’t afraid to play around and hype up your crazy antics when you’re both out and about and enjoying life. Will most definitely use your height to his advantage--- aka Yaku but more of a towering height now. He absolutely loves to see the look of horror on your companions faces whenever he has you on his shoulders. Similar to you, Shiina is a hard worker who may not excel the most in academics, but shows his passion and perseverance to get through any obstacle that comes his way. 

He may not be as confident when it comes to confrontations, but honestly looks for them and strives for them as a chance to grow as an individual. It takes time for him to come up with something to say to you, but make no doubt that when he does he’ll tell you exactly what he notices in hopes of helping you as well. 

Similar to Yaku, he will literally have a large pack of snacks hidden away within his locker or bag for you. Though he’ll most definitely tease and bargain with you before he gives you any of the sweets he has packed away~.

[rareficsnstuff]

Teamwork [Tendou, Kuroo, Bokuto]

Summary: Tendou is the resident tickle monster in his, Bokuto’s, and Kuroo’s apartment and the other two can’t handle it. This was the last straw, but one thing is for sure: you can’t take the tickle monster on alone.

Words: 3,095

AN: Sequel to this. Is this a series now? Also, this is super long... I’m sorry, I couldn’t figure out how to end it...

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“I’m home!” Kuroo announced to the quiet apartment. He paused in the entry way, a bit perturbed by the lack of activity in their ordinarily lively shared apartment.

“Hello?” Stepping further into the room, he noticed a shock of bright, red hair draped lazily on the arm of the couch. “Tendou?” he whispered. As he approached the lanky figure, coming up to stand behind the couch, he saw his soft, relaxed features and understood that Tendou was asleep. Limp and utterly dead to the world. He smiled softly and turned towards the kitchen, feeling hungry now.

“Oh, that’s right. Bokuto said he’d be hanging out with Akaashi today. I’ll just have leftovers from last night,” he mused aloud before opening the fridge and pulling out a tupper wear container of fried rice and broccoli.

In the other room, a single beady, red eye slowly slit open, peering at the tufts of dark bedhead.

Kuroo continued to prepare his reheated meal, spooning a generous portion into a bowl and placing it in the microwave. As he bent down to punch in the cook time on the number panel, he was suddenly interrupted by his own bellowing shout of surprised and his arms involuntarily slamming down against his sides.

“Hi there, putty tat ~,” Tendou sang sweetly from behind Kuroo. The latter turned, wide-eyed to see hooded eyes and a honeyed expression playing on the red-head’s thin lips.

“Tendou!? Wha- How- how did you-? I-I thought you were asleep!” he finished in a squeak when Tendou wiggled his fingers under his arms again. Kuroo was paralyzed by nerves.

“Was. Woke up when you came in.” He began wiggling his finger in earnest now, making Kuroo convulse before he doubled over, cackling wildly and slowly sinking to the floor.

“NYAAAHahahaa! C’mohon, man! Whyyeehehehaha?!”

“’Why?’...” Tendou shrugged. “’Cuz. It’s fun,” he replied simply as Kuroo slumped fully to the floor. Now kneeling, he leaned against the cabinets as he twisted his torso from side-to-side, desperately trying to dislodge the evil fingers from one of his weakest spots. The overwhelming sensations caused him to collapse further into a fetal position, at witch, Tendou finally pried his fingers out from under his arms in favor of torturing his lower ribs. This made him shoot upright again, flailing backwards to escape the feeling and falling on his ass.

“Duhude, STAP! Cu-HAHAhaa! Cut it aaahahahaout!” With the new position, he was able to put up a meager defense of swatting and grappling at the offending fingers. But it was a loosing battle. Tendou’s skilled, clever hands found their way past his flimsy defense to the sensitive grooves between his ribs and his coordination suffered drastically. Tendou chuckled. He was just too ticklish. Overwhelmed, Kuroo’s head fell back as he howled with laughter, rolling onto his back, hugging himself loosely and legs kicking desperately.

“STAHAHAaa! Tehendou- pleahese! PleAHAHAHAa! Pleahese- I juHAhAha- just wahant fooohoohoooode!" That did it.

Tendou was sent into his own fit of laughter, highly amused by the pitiful, defeated whine.

“Oho my god, man! Haha! I’m gonna have’ta give you that one! That was just… heartbreaking! I actually think I’m crying a little,” he teased feigning a sniffle as he wiped at nonexistent tears with a finger. “Poor baby ~ So cuuute ~!”

“Shuhut up,” Kuroo panted, a smile still pulling at the reluctant corners of his mouth.

Just as Tendou stood, the front door opened once again, ushering Bokuto through with a loud chorus of his signature “Hey, Hey, Heeey!”

“Welcome home, Bo-Bo ~” Tendou gushed, approaching the new arrival in a half-stalking-half-sauntering walk, leaning forward with his hands folded behind his back and his neck craning up at him at an odd, teasing angle, his playful, crooked grin still in place. “Did you have a good time with your old pal?” Bokuto grinned brightly.

“Sure did! We had a lot of catching up to do! He said the volleyball club’s pretty quiet without me there. He totally missed me!” The red-head smiled slyly up at him.

“Sure, Bo-Bo. Whatever you say…”

An exhausted huff sounded from the kitchen and Bokuto peeked around Tendou – the latter looking over his own shoulder – and saw the slumped, worn-out-and-red-faced Kuroo still laying on the floor.

“What happened ta him?” Bokuto asked, looking curiously back at Tendou as he pointed at their other roommate. Rather than giving a reply, Tendou simply reached out and scribbled his fingers over Bokuto’s belly, immediately making the larger of the two burst into light, snorty chuckles and double over in mirth. This attack was short, however, and Bokuto was soon standing upright again, grinning broadly. Tendou sat lazily on the couch, his face smug with pride.

“Gotcha again, did he, Kuroo?” Bokuto teased, going over to him and offering a hand to help him up.

“Not faaaair!” he whined.

“Oh c’mon, man, it’s not that bad.”

“No! You don’t understand, Bo! This was my darkest secret; no one was supposed to know! Now I’m living with a couple of sadistic tickle monsters! Just kill me.” Hearing this, the red tickle monster piped up.

“That can be arranged ~.”

“Nooooo!” Kuroo groaned, hiding his red face in his hands. Both tickle monsters laughed.

“Tendou tickles me too, Kuroo,” Bokuto consoled.

“Yeah, but you’re… YOU!” Bokuto just chuckled, turning to the red-head.

“Are you ticklish, Tendou?” he asked plainly.

“Nope. Sorry.”

“…”

“…”

“Do you believe that?” Bokuto asked, turning back to Kuroo.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Me neither… You wanna-?”

“Yep.”

Abruptly, the two turned, approaching their lanky roommate. Tendou didn’t move, seeming utterly unconcerned about the impending demise. Half sitting, half laying, he had one arm thrown over the back, the other elbow propped up on the arm of the couch and his temple resting on a loose fist. His expression was calm; mocking, but his eyes clearly read ‘try me’. Wasting no time, Bokuto began worming his fingers into his sides. Other than a derisive smirk, there was no reaction – no twitch, no flicker of panic in his eyes, his breathing didn’t even change. Still unconvinced, Bokuto moved in to his stomach, than up to his ribs. A slight squirm. That was all he gave before he suddenly reached forward to knead at Bokuto’s belly. He collapsed, laughing outright and bracing himself with his hands on the couch cushion before he fell completely.

“Bo!” Kuroo shouted, incredulously.

“Iha’m sorry! I cahhAHAHA! I cahan’t help ihihihit!” he wheezed. Tendou grinned wickedly when Bokuto’s knees finally hit the floor. Attempting to rescue his accomplice, Kuroo grabbed for Tendou’s wrists. But the latter was quicker, releasing Bokuto to recover on the floor and catching one of the raven-head’s wrists, pulling him down on top of him and wrapping his arm around his back to plunge his fingers under the exposed arm.

“Shit! NOHO! Stahahaha!” he laughed, free hand trying to find purchase on Tendou’s chest and push himself away from this gremlin. “Boho, heeehehelp!” Recovered but still chuckling, Bokuto stood and successfully grabbed Tendou’s wrists, pulling his hands away from the near-hysterical Kuroo. The sudden freedom caused the force of his restrained momentum to throw him backwards onto the floor with a loud ‘oof’. Tendou looked as if he was trying really hard not to laugh at them.

“You guys are the cutest,” he teased.

“Shut up, scarecrow! This isn’t about us!” Kuroo whined. With Bokuto still restraining his arms, Kuroo stood and grabbed his ankles, pulling them to the other end of the couch into a full laying position against the cushions before taking residence on his hips. Tendou chuckled at the disgruntled look on his face.

“You’re so mad,” he grinned.

“No! I’m desperate! Bokuto’s just curious.” Bokuto nodded in confirmation.

“As true as that may be, I can’t say I’m opposed to some justice on my part, either. Kuroo?” he prompted with a nod to his accomplice.

“With pleasure ~,” Kuroo sang. Figuring it was as good a place as any to start, Kuroo started prodding at Tendou’s ribs, but aside from a growing impish smirk, there was no reaction. “You gotta be kiddin’ me,” he grumbled.

“Like I said: not ticklish.”

“Like I said: I don’t believe you!” he said, fingers traveling under his arms. “I SAW THAT!” Kuroo shouted suddenly, making Bokuto jump a little and look at him curiously.

“Saw what?” Tendou said, scoffingly.

“Don’t play dumb with me! Your abs just contracted! You’re totally trying to hold it in!”

“Okay, fine; I’m ticklish. Are you happy now? Get off me, you overgrown cat,” Tendou drawled, feeling a little panicked when he felt Kuroo’s fingers crawling upwards.

“Oh? You’re giving up already?... Am I getting close to something, Sa-to-ri ~?” Kuroo purred.

“Hey, hey, Kuroo! His ears got pink!” cheered Bokuto. Kuroo hummed teasingly.

“You gettin’ nervous, buddy? Or are you just shy?” he asked, hands momentarily stilling.

“N-no, I just think you guys’ve wasted enough of all our time. Anyways, weren’t you just whining about wanting to ea-WAIT!” he shrieked when Kuroo suddenly began dragging his fingers up his arms again. Surprised by the outburst, he froze again.

“Okay. wait… wait a minute. Are you…?” On a hunch stemming from the reactions Tendou gave the closer he got to the spot, Kuroo slooowly dragged his fingers over his pale, knobby elbows. The unearthly scream that melted into wild, wheezy cackles made both Kuroo and Bokuto’s jaws drop in disbelief and Kuroo had to pause again.

There was a stalled moment of absolute silence in which Tendou was left to realize what had just happened while his two tormentors processed the information. They glanced at each other before suddenly bursting out into amused laughter.

“Duhude! Are you serious?! Your elbows are your tickle spot?!” Bokuto roared in bafflement. Tendou merely set his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut as he attempted to bury his face in his arm, ears and neck darkening in color.

“Oh my god, are you hiding?!” Kuroo asked, grinning like the Cheshire. “Bo, pin his arm down.” Obliging, Bokuto maneuvered around the couch to press one knee just above his armpit and – gathering both wrists into one hand, leaving the other free to torture the red-head as well – pulled taut at the pinned arm. Now Tendou didn’t even have the relief of wiggling that arm to make him feel better. He couldn’t move it at all! Not to mention, he had to deal with three hands now. “Try his neck,” Kuroo directed before delving back into his task of tickling their captive’s elbows.

“GYAAAAHAHAHAA! SHIhit STAAAPphehehehaHAha!” Tendou cackled, head thrashing and legs kicking helplessly.

“Wait, Kuroo, I can’t tell if he’s ticklish here or not. Stop tickling him for a sec.” Kuroo withdrew and Tendou took the chance to heave in oxygen. But his momentary relief was interrupted by curious fingers skittering around his neck again and he tensed. Spidering touches on the sides had his lips quivering and sharp, sporadic breaths forced through his nose. His throat and jaw weren’t much different, but the back… Specifically his hairline threw him into a full-on, bubbly giggle fit with the occasional mini snort mixed in.

“Tsehehehehaha! Stahahehe-sniq! Boho-Bo, dooohohon’t-hehaha!” Bokuto grinned.

“Aww ~. Too much?... Too bad ~.” His fingers suddenly jumped to feather over his ears and Tendou squealed.

“Naaheheheh! Oho-gahehed, stahAAA-NAHAHAO!” Kuroo had joined in, tormenting his elbows again.

“You sure seem to talk big for someone who’s got ticklish elbows, Satori! What’s with that?! Maybe now you’ll think twice before you decide to be a brat, huh?!” he lectured, shouting over Tendou’s wild, high-pitched cackling.

“NAHATA CHAHAHANCEHEHEheheheeeh!” Even while drowning in laughter, he still managed to be a snarky, defiant little snot. Kuroo and Bokuto laughed, stilling their hands to give him a rest.

“Are yo-heheheh. A-are you dohone now? Ihi’m gonna pass ohohout,” he panted.

“Oh, we’re not even close to done, bud!” Bokuto said, accenting with fluttering fingers against his ribs. To their surprise, it caused him to erupt into light, breathy giggles as he attempted, again, to hide his face.

“Wait, what?! You weren’t ticklish there a second ago!” said Kuroo in delighted astonishment. “What, did you have it switched off before?!” He joined Bokuto, relishing in this new information.

“I thought I saw you squirmin’ earlier! Oh, you’re good, Tendou! You almost had me convinced!” said Bokuto, grinning.

“I-heeheheheheh! Dahaheheeh! Stahappt!”

“As fun as this is, Bo, we gotta get his other half,” said Kuroo, never stopping his fingers.

“You’re right. Hang on, scooch down a bit…” Taking his knee off his arm, Bokuto lifted Tendou’s wrists above his head, suspending the smaller of the two several inches off the couch. Tendou started squirming in new panic as the white tickle monster moved to sit in the new space behind him, pinning his hands to his chest with one hand. As soon as he was settled in, Kuroo turned away from the two, taking perch on his upper thighs and, with one last, evil look over his shoulder, he began squeezing at the meat of his thighs. Although his legs squirmed and Bokuto could feel his back tensing and untensing, the only sounds he made were spastic breaths through his nose. He was smiling, though.

“Really? That’s it? Wow. Okay, what about here?” said Kuroo, tickling down to his knees. A snort and the giggles were back along with an increase in his squirming. “Well, that’s better, but, knowing you, I bet the good stuff is riiiight… here!”

Screaming. You’d think he was being murdered. Tendou couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this hard. His free leg kicking any way it could, back arched and his head thrown back onto Bokuto’s shoulder as waves of screaming laughter were torn from his lungs. Kuroo had leaned forward to grab a hold of one of his ankles to keep his leg still before he started spidering at his shin and kneading his calf. Just as he had suspected, this was his death spot. A weird spot for a weird guy.

“NAAAAHAHAHAOO! NAAAO- STAHAP! OH- GAHAHAD- STAAAP!” Kuroo grinned back at Bokuto who was laughing warmly at poor Tendou’s predicament. The red-head’s laughter almost stuttered and a jolt shot through his body when he felt the monster behind him join in with his free hand, switching between skittering his finger over his elbows and digging into his ribs. At this point, tears were beginning to roll down his cheeks and his face, neck, and ears nearly matching the color of his hair. Bokuto felt him go limp as he lost any ability to fight back and his laughter was going silent. The monsters took his weakened state as their cue to give him a break and shift positions once more: Kuroo climbed off his legs, allowing him to pull his knees to his chest in flimsy defense and Bokuto released his wrists, squeezing out from behind him, only to let him fall onto his side in a fetal position as he buried his face in the back of the couch, giggling breathlessly.

“Well, Satori ~,” Kuroo purred, kneeling on the cushion by Tendou’s feet. “Seems the big, bad tickle monster’s pretty ticklish himself ~.”

“Dude, you match your hair,” Bokuto chaffed, gold eyes sparkling with mischief. He glanced at Kuroo, meeting his eyes and, as if they had read each other’s minds, spoke in unison.

“You’re so cuuuute ~!”

“Oh, gohohooood,” he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Aww ~, what’s the matter, buddy ~? Can’t handle what you dish out ~?” sang Bokuto, bending over his huddled form and squeezing at his rib cage with one hand while the other tickled at the back of his neck. Tendou’s shoulders scrunched up and his knees pressed tighter to his chest as he tried to curl further into the thin protection, squirming weakly.

“Gyahaha! Bo-Bo, c’mohohon! I-heheehehehe- NO! Dahahaheheheh! You guhuys, please!” Kuroo had decided to torture his lower legs again, making Tendou give a startled kick before curling back into himself and resorting to just fluttering his legs sporadically. Being exhausted and thoroughly tickled-out, the torture drew out a new kind of laughter. A string of giggles, sprinkled heavily with hiccups and tiny gasps bouncing off his tongue and trickling out of his mouth had both Kuroo and Bokuto cooing gleefully.

“Staha-ahaha! Stahap, pleahehehehese! You gohot me, okahay! I-hi give up! The tihickle monster gihives up! Yohou’re gonna kihill meeeehehehehe! I-I-hahaha! I cahahaheheheh! I chahahan’t-hahaaahehehehe-hehehe! Pleeeeehehehease!”

“You think he’s had enough?” asked Bokuto, looking to his accomplice for confirmation.

“Mmn… Yeah, I guess. He did say please.”

Finally, they relented. Kuroo adjusted to sit normally on the couch, one arm thrown over the back as he grinningly observed Tendou’s unfaltering giggle fit. Bokuto pulled back and settled himself criss-cross on the floor in front of the couch, beaming and eyes sparkling with child-like joy.

“You can stop laughing, Tendou. We’re not tickling you anymore,” he said with an amused chuckle.

“I-hehehe! I knohow! I’m tryihihing, but I-hehehehaha…!”

“Tendou’s got the giggles ~.” Kuroo sang, quickly skittering his fingers under his socked toes and making him squeak.

Several minutes later, Tendou finally calmed down to sighing pants of breath, bright smile still clearly present.

“Gotcha good, huh?” said Bokuto. The others chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah… I deserved that.”

“Okay, but seriously: your shins, your calves, and your elbows, man?! Those are such weird places to be ticklish!” shouted Kuroo incredulously.

“I can’t help it. That’s just the way I am… Why are you so overly ticklish everywhere?”

“This ain’t about me…” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Wait, there was something else…” Bokuto mused. “Do you get more ticklish the longer someone tickles you? ‘Cus you didn’t react hardly at all until we got your elbows. But then, all of a sudden, your ribs had you squirmin’ real bad. What’s up with that?” Tendou blushed.

“I… Yeah- well… Not exactly… It tickled the whole time, but- but I can usually stand it for a while… unless you get one of the kill-spots…” he pouted.

“You ticklish everywhere?” Kuroo asked, honestly curious.

“Pretty much.”

“You’re all red again ~,” Bokuto teased. Tendou looked away and the other two grinned.

“WELL!... I’m getting food,” Kuroo said abruptly, standing up from the couch and heading for the kitchen where he had left his food so long ago.

“Food sounds good.” Bokuto followed.

“… I hope you guys know this means war,” Tendou warned, smirking over his shoulder at them. Kuroo stiffened.

“You know what, Bo? This is all your fault…” Bokuto just laughed.

[dunk-that-touchdown]

I saw on your other blog that you did a post about which KNB characters would date girls outside their race and I loved it! I was wondering if you could do the same for the Haikyuu boys! Thank you!

I said it on my other blog so here it is again for this blog:

While I do  have a pretty strong preference for Asian men, I do realize that not all Asian men are attracted to people outside their own race/ethnicity (for a number of different reasons). However, I have thought of some characters that I think would seek out a relationship with someone outside their race.

Note: Remember these are fictional characters and this list is just of characters that I THINK would be down for it. In no way is this meant to be offensive or exclude anyone in an offensive way,it is only what I think, not what is set in stone or canon. Also, remember that everyone has their own preference to who they are attracted to and that there is never any malice behind it. We just like what we like, ya feel?

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Koushi Sugawara:

I totally see him being super into European women, especially Russian and German women. He is completely in love with their way of life and culture and the women are absolutely breathtaking. In the (hopefully near) future he would like to date some European women and hopefully get with one serious enough that he gets to marry one.

Yu Nishinoya:

Black and Latina women (and men BYE) are what he is most attracted to. Their bodies, language, culture, and what of life take him on a trip. He loves how they conduct themselves so confidently and how expressive they are. He has never gotten a lot of hands on experience with these types of women, but from what he has heard from friends and has seen on TV and social media, he can tell that he would do well with these sorts of women.

Ryuunosuke Tanaka:

Latina women are his kryptonite. He likes himself a strong willed woman, one that doesn’t take any nonsense from anyone no matter who they are and Latina women are just that. Their confidence and charisma make his knees weak and not to mention that their language makes him feel as though he is floating on a cloud. He has only ever met a handful of Latinas but he has had a crush on each and everyone of them. He wants to one day experience their culture and way of life in person and start a family with a mixture of both his and his girlfriends culture.

Chikara Ennoshita:

Much like Suga, he is super attracted to European women, though European women with sun kissed skin make him absolutely weak. To him they look so pure and angelic, he just can’t help but  stare at them like a love struck puppy, simply hoping that they come to talk to him because he is too stunned by their beauty to move.

Tobio Kageyama:

Black women or just any woman with darker skin tones. He thinks that people with darker skin tones are so attractive and actively seeks them out, but black women and their culture are always going to be something that he seeks out. He is fascinated with them and wants to learn more and be one with their culture. 

Kei Tsukishima:

Black and Vietnamese women!!! He’s not really sure why he likes them, but he finds himself looking at them more on social media and being interested in their culture and way of living. He has never met any black or Vietnamese women, but he is actively hoping that one day he can meet some and start a relationship with them. 

Keishin Ukai:

Chinese women. He thinks that they are the cutest women on the planet. They’re all a lot smaller than he is and waaaayy more efficient than he is. He loves their culture and way of life, having spent some time in China himself in his earlier years. When he was there, he didn’t get the chance to date a Chinese girl, but he always found himself picturing himself with one and maybe even starting a family with one. 

Tetsuro Kuroo:

Black women have his entire fucking soul man. Their attitudes, culture, lifestyles, range of body/hair/skin types drive him insane. He wants to be able to immerse himself in their culture and learn more about them and what better way to do that than through dating one? He wants to be able to bond with someone over introducing one another to each other’s culture. 

Morisuke Yaku:

Russian ladies, he is your man, but only in terms of dating sadly. He has dated a Russian woman before and finds himself very attracted to them but his family is pretty strict and only wants him to marry a Japanese woman. However, until he has to actually marry and settle down, he will want to date as many Russian women he possibly can. 

Taketora Yamamoto:

This boyo here loves all women. If they are cute or give him the time of day, chances are he’s going to be head over heels for them. He isn’t one to discriminate someone due their skin color or race or culture. He’s full of love for all the girls in the world if they would just stop sleeping on him!!!! GIVE THIS BABY MORE LOVE YOU COWARDS

Sou Inuoka:

American/Canadian girls, preferably white. He loves the American/Canadian culture and food and would love to be able to experience it with someone from either of those places.

Lev Haiba:

He too has a love for all women from any kind of background/skin color/culture. He likes to be able to learn about his girlfriend and her heritage.

Tooru Oikawa:

Listen, if you have thick lips, thick thighs, and dyed hair, Oikawa is going to drop to his knees in front of you, okay? Doesn’t matter your race or culture, just as long as you have those things he is good. Although, if he had to just pick one, I think he would more so be attracted to black women for those same physical qualities but also for their culture and food. 

Issei Matsukawa + Takehiro Hanamaki:

Both these absolute goofs love each other themselves a Korean woman. They are a lot feistier than other Asian women and they love that. The want a woman that knows when to put her foot down when it comes to their shenanigans or speak her mind whenever she thinks the time is right.  

Hajime Iaiwzumi:

American/Canada/British women. It wouldn’t matter what her skin color or heritage or culture is, he just loves women from these places because they all seem a lot more outgoing than the women he is used to. He likes women that can take charge every now and again, and from what he has seen and experienced, women from these places know just how to do that. 

Kentarou Kyoutani:

Black women. He finds them a lot more accepting of both personalities and looks as well as temperaments and actively seeks them out. He loves their different ranges of skin tones and loves that they are so unique from one another yet still all have the same culture and stick to it and own it.  

Yasushi Kamasaki, Kenji Futakuchi:

Same as Nishinoya, they are mainly attracted to black women or women with darker skin tones (tan to dark chocolate). From their bodies, to language, and culture, they are both just so interested in learning about it, wanting to be apart of it and experience it with the help of their girlfriends. They love how confident and real they are and how they have no issues  expressing themselves.

Kanji Koganegawa:

Korean women. They just look so soft yet strong to him, he can’t help but want to be around them and learn more about their culture and heritage and how it differs from his own. 

Koutarou Bokuto:

Black and Korean women. Both drive him absolutely wild because of how confident and expressive they are. They’re bold, sexy, accepting, and amazingly talented and he melts whenever he gets the chance to talk or be around these types of women. He will actively seek out these types of women and want to get to know them, hopefully ending up dating one and getting into a pretty serious relationship with them that can hopefully end up in marriage.  

Yuuji Terushima, Daiki Ogano

Loves all women but finds himself liking more black women on social media. He thinks darker skin tones are so beautiful and diverse. He isn’t exactly picky about he race or culture of said women, just as long as they have darker skin and a nice figure. He isn’t really sure he’ll get the chance to date a woman like this either, but if the chance does present itself, he’ll want to really invest all his time and love into it, learning more and coming to appreciate and love their culture. 

[tsukkibigbitchenergykei]

Rust

Battle Angel AU, Cyborg Bounty Hunter Bokuto

Rating: T

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

Summary: 

Kuroo shrugs, grabbing hold of Bokuto’s ruined hand. It’s still hanging on to the wrist like an errant grape and Kuroo plucks it off with a small tug. He pats Bokuto’s cheek with his own fingers. “Someone is always maimed or dying around here, it’s not like this is anything new.” he says matter-of-factly.

In their lines of work, they know that better than anyone but still, Bokuto’s eyes drop down to his lap, the line of his mouth flattening out into a solemn line. It’s been almost a year now, almost a year since Bokuto came to the city, a stranger delivered to a strange place, too violent and cruel. Kuroo tamps down a smile as he thinks back to salvaging that wreck of a body from the scrap yard, finding the brain inside still alive and perfectly preserved by the most advanced core he’d ever seen in a cyborg and then shortly after, wondering how a heart powered by an antimatter micro reactor can be as delicate as glass.  

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Kenma finds him in the morning, half buried in strays and yesterday’s garbage. Bokuto wakes to the clicking of his tongue, calling to the  cats nosing at the piles of trash and prodding for scraps. Kenma doesn’t notice him at first, tired eyes skimming over the top half of a face peeking out at him from under a pile of black bags before doing a double take and squinting, as if trying to make sure if Bokuto is real or just a fresh, post-dawn hallucination.

Bokuto manages a weak grin. He tries for a wave too, managing after a lot of effort to lift one mangled hand. It barely manages a twitch, warped metal and fried circuits giving a wheezing, alarming creak before what’s left of his palm breaks off at the wrist and almost falls off, barely hanging on to his arm by a few sturdy cables.

Kenma looks rumpled and exhausted, pale gray scrubs still stained with blood. Going by the level of disarray his hair is in and the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept. Again. Still though, one look at Bokuto’s arm has the light of fresh annoyance flooding into his face. He gives Bokuto a quick once over, tawny eyes instantly sharp and alert. He isn’t wearing a shirt so it’s easy for Kenma to zero in on Bokuto’s shoulder, assessing the torn wires poking out of the chasm between his shoulder socket and his arm with a deep frown. The joint is technically not snapped in two but just barely. He heaves out a sigh.

“Rough night?”

“The worst.” Bokuto says with an exaggerated nod, nudging a kitten away with his other hand when it started to nibble curiously at some exposed wires on his shoulder. It isn’t deterred, mewling in protest. It sniffs curiously at the synthetic skin hanging in tatters around the gouge it was exploring earlier before sticking its entire head in it.

Bokuto yelps and tries to shake the kitten off, sending startled cats and random pieces of garbage flying. His flailing only succeeds in pushing the kitten into his shoulder socket and Kenma smacks him squarely on the head, swooping in and extricating the tiny kitten from Bokuto’s shoulder before it can slip further.

“Stop that, you could’ve hurt the cat.”

“I was trying not to!” Bokuto protested. “I was trying to get it out, there’s probably broken glass in there.”

Kenma quirks an eyebrow. “Probably?”

Bokuto shrugs as best he could with only one shoulder attached to his body and gestures  impassively at the very broken cybernetic one. He knows he fell through someone’s window and got stabbed with some broken glass at least once but if its still there, “I can’t feel it.”

Kenma hums. “I hope the bounty was worth the patch up job you’ve probably bought us this morning.” he says, bending down to set the kitten and the bowl of leftovers down on the curb.

He extends one hand to Bokuto when he’s done and maybe someone should’ve recognized that it’s a bad idea, but since Kenma is too tired to think and Bokuto rarely does, it’s truly inevitable that they both go tumbling back into the trash when Bokuto, all 200 pounds of metal and muscle of him, grabs Kenma’s hand and tries to heave himself up.  

They knock over a garbage can and the loud clanging it makes as it hits the ground and rolls around in a half circle before crashing against the building behind them is loud enough to send someone barrelling through the front door in alarm, a wrench clutched in one hand.

“Kenma, what in the hell-??”

Kuroo stops when he sees them, blinking in surprise.

“The garbage is aggressive this morning Kuroo.” Kenma mumbles, face half squished against Bokuto’s chest.

Kuroo looks like he hasn’t slept either, wild hair barely contained by the red bandana tied over it and rumpled overalls stained with blood and scorch marks. Looks like Bokuto isn’t the only one who had a rough night.  

“So it is.” Kuroo smirks, hooking his wrench back to his belt and crossing his arms over his chest. “Leave it there, it’s hideous.”

“Hey!” Bokuto starts but before he can say anything else, Kenma  climbs to his feet, dislodging everything that’s been shielding Bokuto from view and uncovering the full scope of the damage. His torso is mostly in one piece although big chunks of skin have been ripped off, leaving sparking wires and ruined cybernetics exposed. The mechanical carnage spans from Bokuto’s shoulder to almost all the way down to his waist.

Kuroo’s eyebrows slowly climb up to his forehead and nods down at the mess Bokuto’s made of himself. “Hideous. Did you fight a garbage disposal?”

“Close.” Bokuto says, sitting up and planting his flesh hand on the ground. “He had a shreddy thingie in his chest. Bunch of those circle...ish blades, the spiky ones?”

He manages to push himself up to a crouch with just one side of his body and when he wobbles dangerously, he grabs on to Kenma’s leg.

“Mmm.” Kuroo hums thoughtfully. “Buzzsaw Boobs.”

Bokuto lights up with a grin and points at him. “Buzzsaw Boobs!” He agrees. He tries to snap his fingers too for emphasis, forgetting that his dominant hand is barely attached to his body. The metal joints somehow manage to still move and even barely slide together but still, his middle finger breaks off completely and drops to the floor with a clang. The three of them just stare at it for a moment before Kuroo sighs and bends down to hoist him up.

“Alright shreddy, let’s get you inside before you lose any more parts.”

With some effort on everyone’s part, they manage to get Bokuto inside without causing any further damage. A metallic clicking snaps through the air every time he takes a step  so the process was slow going and a little nerve-wracking but with an arm around Kenma and Kuroo’s shoulders, they get him to Kuroo’s workstation and safely down onto the examination table.

The clinic is empty save for the three of them. The cot near the front door is conspicuously stripped of bedding, thin grey mattress marked with fresh stains. As dirty as it is, they still stand out; dark and blotchy, the color of wet rust. Bokuto finds himself staring at them in morbid fascination as Kuroo and Kenma bustle around him, murmuring to each other as they go. He wonders how long it took for the red to fade, wonders if he knew the answer to that once upon a time.

“We got a live one yesterday. He’s still live, just in case you were wondering.”

Kuroo tells him, settling down beside the table and immediately getting to work on Bukuto’s shoulder. Bokuto looks away from the cot to tilt his head at him curiously.

“What happened?”

“Good’ole black market theft.” Kuroo says, reaching into Bokuto’s shoulder with one hand. “Some snatchers cut open the poor kid’s legs and stole a bunch of bones. He was lucky they weren’t after his spine.” Kuroo grunts as he twists something loose and pops Bokuto’s ruined arm out from his shoulder socket with his bare hands. He whistles.

“Please tell me you collected at least. I’m surprised this was still on there.” Kuroo says, tapping the arm against Bokuto’s shoulder. “So many things are missing here I probably could’ve taken it off if I just pulled hard enough.”

“What happened to the kid? Is he alright?”  Bokuto asks, brows furrowed in a deep frown. He barely seems to have heard what Kuroo said about his arm. Kuroo stares at him before shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

“You’re scrap metal and you’re more worried about someone you don’t even know.”

“I’m a hunter-warrior, isn’t it kind my job to worry about people?”

Kuroo wants to tell him that it really isn’t but he opts to simply raise his brows in silence. Still though, Bokuto huffs at the non-answer and frowns at him when Kuroo reaches down and slides out the drawer of temporary spares he keeps under the table.

“I got enough credits to pay for the patch up and maybe even take you out to a nice date after, to answer your question.” Bokuto says, frown temporarily forgotten as he puffs up his chest and looks very proud for someone who barely dragged himself to their door and passed out in the garbage.

Kuroo gives him an indulgent smile anyway, withholding comment once again. He leans in close to get a good, long look at Bokuto’s damaged torso and hums thoughtfully. “You’d have to let me sleep first. Your torso’s pretty fucked up but fixable but we’re probably looking at a total rebuild for the arm.”

Bokuto winces. “Sorry.”

Kuroo shrugs, grabbing hold of Bokuto’s ruined hand. It’s still hanging on to the wrist like an errant grape and Kuroo plucks it off with a small tug. He pats Bokuto’s cheek with his own fingers. “Someone is always maimed or dying around here, it’s not like this is anything new.” he says matter-of-factly.

In their lines of work, they know that better than anyone but still, Bokuto’s eyes drop down to his lap, the line of his mouth flattening out into a solemn line. It’s been almost a year now, almost a year since Bokuto came to the city, a stranger delivered to a strange place, too violent and cruel. Kuroo tamps down a smile as he thinks back to salvaging that wreck of a body from the scrap yard, finding the brain inside still alive and perfectly preserved by the most advanced core he’d ever seen in a cyborg and then shortly after, wondering how a heart powered by an antimatter micro reactor can be as delicate as glass.  

“The kid is fine, pumped to the eyeballs with painkillers and high as a fucking kite but he’s stable, was even conscious when we got him settled down in the infirmary. To answer your question.” Kuroo parrots, leaning over to strap the prosthetic arm to Bokuto’s shoulder.

“Kenma’s checking on him right now. I think.” He continues, looking over his own shoulder at the door leading to their small isolation ward for their more sensitive cases. “Either that or he’s passed out in a corner somewhere.”

As if summoned, Kenma walks through the door looking still exhausted, a little harried but ultimately awake.

“Did the shrimp die while we weren’t looking?” Kuroo asks.

“Fading in and out. ” Kenma says. “He asked me if I was an angel.” Only after the words are out of his mouth does he look bewildered. The frown on his face says he’s wondering if maybe he hallucinated what he just said.

If the kid had died, Kuroo’s laugh would’ve been loud enough to wake him up. It’s a testament to how tired he is that Kenma leaps at the sound, dropping the bowl of bloodied rags and used syringes he was holding. He glares.

Kuroo has the decency to look sorry, even if his brand of sorry looks really smirk-y.

“That kid’s going to be just fine, I can feel it. Go to bed, I’ll finish up here.”

Kenma looks unsure. He lingers for a second, unmoving until Kuroo shoo-s him, complete with two handed flick of his fingers and sound effect. Appropriately, Kenma looks like an unimpressed cat but he doesn’t argue. He glances between them meaningfully and without another word, turns and disappears to the back of the clinic, presumably to very quickly clean up and pass out on the closest available surface.

After he’s gone, Kuroo turns back to him with a grin. “Right then, time to get you naked and wet.”

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Ten minutes later, Bokuto finds himself sitting buck-ass nude on cold tile, being sprayed down with a power hose strong enough to strip skin off of human flesh. He’s curled up in the smallest ball he can fold himself into with Kuroo’s long, pointy limbs caging him in on all sides. Something that, even with half his nerve receptors fried, is far from comfortable.

There’s barely any space in the stall wedged in the back corner of Kuroo’s workstation. The thing is barely two walls put up around the smallest corner of the room. Kuroo usually uses it to hose down parts so that being said, Kuroo basically has to be right on top of him in a very un-sexy way to wash the extra dirt and stench he accumulated in the trash.

“This is way less fun than it sounded.”  he mumbles as Kuroo upends a bucket of lukewarm soap water over his shoulders and immediately follows it up with another blast from the power hose.

“I mean, I could’ve just taken out the bleach and dumped it all over you. So this is slightly more sexy, I would argue.”  Kuroo replies easily. “If you just made it a few more feet and avoided the garbage, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Duck.”

Bokuto’s reply is muffled into his knees as Kuroo rinses off the back of his neck. “What can I say? The garbage is my home.”

That earns him a chortle and Bokuto smiles in turn, turning his head a little to try and peek back at Kuroo from his knees.

“Hey, Tetsurou?”

At the mention of his first name, Kuroo pauses in picking out the smaller bits of debris out of the tears along Bokuto’s side and looks to him curiously.

“Why did you pull me out of the scrapyard?”

Kuroo just stares at him for a bit, face carefully blank. He seems to be thoroughly considering the question, trying to parse it down to the last shred of meaning. Then, as if remembering it’s Bokuto he’s talking to, he smiles, shrugs.

“Isn’t it kind of my job to worry about people?” he reaches over to push Bokuto’s soaked bangs back from his eyes. “Also, Iwaizumi was pushing three years with Oikawa at that point. I figured if he can find a quality relationship in the garbage, so can I.”

They both giggle as Kuroo straightens up to his full height and Bokuto waits until he backs up halfway out of the stall to unfurl and pull himself up to his feet before speaking.

“I’m glad you did. Pull me from the scraps and find a quality boyfriend, I mean.”

Kuroo tilts his head at him curiously. “Me too obviously but what brought this on all of a sudden?”

Knowing how awkwardly Kuroo handles impromptu sappy declarations of emotion, no matter how sincere, Bokuto is pretty sure saying things like “Your face is the first thing I remember seeing but I doubt that has anything to do with the fact that you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I feel like I should always tell you” wouldn’t be received as well as he would like it to be so he just shrugs.

“I was just a brain without anything in it. Everything I have now is because of you.”

Kuroo almost manages to suppress his reaction to that. Almost.

“I mean, you didn’t even know me. Hell, I didn’t even know me and you built me a whole body and gave me a place to stay. I could’ve been a psycho for all we knew...I don’t know, just. It was scary not knowing anything but I knew that you were kind and that’s pretty awesome. Thank you... and I love you, is I guess what I’m trying to say.”

Kuroo doesn’t say anything for several long seconds.

“Are you dying?”

“Wh- no?? Wouldn’t you know that better than me?”

“Am I dying?”

Bokuto tries not to deflate. “Kurooooo, come on. I was trying to be romantic here.”

“How is the pressure feedback and texture sensors on your face?”

“Fine? I can definitely feel the water and-”

-and he can definitely feel Kuroo’s mouth on his, Kuroo’s rough fingers cradling the back of his neck. Bokuto’s eyes close of their own accord and his hands come up to pull Kuroo closer, sighing into the kiss as he tilts his head to slide their lips together more firmly.

Kuroo pulls away first with a low breathless chuckle. “You’re so weird. Cute, but weird.”

“You’re weird.” Bokuto shoots back eloquently, reaching up to wind his arms around Kuroo’s neck and pressing closer so they’re standing chest to chest with barely any space between their bodies.

“It’s fine, I had to change out of these anyway.” Kuroo says, glancing down at all the water seeping into his clothes and making absolutely no move to pull away.

“Does it bother you? That I don’t know who I was?”

Kuroo’s eyes slowly make their way back up to Bokuto’s face at the somber question. He doesn’t ask about it this time, used to Bokuto’s sudden mood swings and especially familiar with this mood in particular. He wonders what snippets he remembered this time, if they were as violent and grim as what little else he’s managed to get back.

“No. It doesn’t.”

Whoever Bokuto was is lost to the literal centuries, possibly more. He may never be that person again. He doesn’t tell Bokuto this, what he does say is what matters.

“I only know you now and I’ll only know who you’ll be from here. That’s more than enough for me.” he murmurs, pressing their foreheads together. “You’re the best thing I ever pulled out of the trash.”

Bokuto snorts and rears back a bit to butt their heads together. “You’re awful.”

Kuroo knows that this isn’t the last time they’re going to have this conversation but for now, Bokuto seems content to let the subject drop.

“I saw someone die yesterday.” Bokuto offers and whether he meant in real life or in the dark, murky corners of his own mind, Kuroo doesn’t know nor does he ask.

“I saw someone live yesterday.” Kuroo rests a hand on Bokuto’s chest. “And maybe you didn’t see them but a lot of other people lived yesterday too.” He smirks. “You took Buzzsaw Boobs to the chest so they don’t have to.”  

Bokuto laughs but though the sound isn’t as jubilant as it usually is, the sigh he buries muffles into Kuroo’s neck sounds relieved.

“I’m tired. Lets go to bed.”

Kuroo kisses his temple. “Yeah. Let’s.”

[imaginehaikyuuties]

Could you do a scenario where Kuroo and his s/o (team manager?) are secretly dating but then his s/o shows up in his shirt/ sweater/ other article of clothing and the entire team freaks the f out

Imagine him accidentally swapping jerseys with the girls’volleyball captain and he just shows up with a crop top saying it shrunk in thewashing machine. With a completely straight face cause no way in hell will he tellthem he was stupid enough to grab the wrong jersey after he woke up thismorning.

Kuroo Tetsurou //

“We’re gonna be late! Just letme- dammit, Tetsurou!”

Losing your balance when he tuggedon your waist, you fell back against him. It took him an eighth of a second to wraphis arms around you, successfully trapping you against him.

“The teachers won’t notice ifwe’re a little late,” he said, nuzzling back into your neck. His hair tickledyou and despite your annoyance you had to giggle at that.

Weaving your fingers throughhis hair, you gave it a gentle tug to make him look at you. When he gave an obviouslyexaggerated moan, you rolled your eyes and pushed his face away. “Doesn’t matter.I’m not the last in the classroom again. Come on, let’s go.”

>>>

Class had ended a bit laterthan usual and you missed the start of practice. You ended up sprinting throughthe halls, wrestling on the club jacket and not noticing that it kind of hungoff your frame in a way that definitely should’ve made you stop and think. Insteadyou opted for increasing your speed and only narrowly missing a group ofstudents coming out of their classroom.

It didn’t take you more than twominutes at most to reach the gym the boys where already training in. Heavilybreathing you jogged over to the sidelines, dodging a stray ball coming yourway and sat down next to old Nekomata who laughed heartily at your heavingchest.

“You didn’t miss much, ____-san,”he said, the skin around his eyes crinkling even more upon seeing you hunchover to get air back into your lungs. “Besides, these boys will most probably survive a fewminutes without you, so don’t worry about rushing.”

You nodded and after taking abig sip of your water, you stood back up to help gather the spiked balls backinto the cart.

Just when you let the twoballs in yours arms fall into the pile, you felt another one whizzing past yourear and jumped back, surprised because you were no where near the other courthalf.

Footsteps approached you and you saw Kuroo – Of course, you thought– jogging up to you, that god damn smirk on his face.

“Sorry about that, my handslipped.” He patted your head. “Are you okay? Hurt anywhere?”

You rolled your eyes and reachedup to move his hand but held onto his wrist a bit longer than necessary. “Theball didn’t even hit me,” you said smiling, “but I appreciate the concern.”

Kuroo mirrored your smile andopened his mouth to respond but before he could you both heard a loud “WOAH!”and turned around. You quickly let go of his wrist.

Having seemingly just landedafter his spike, Lev was pointing a finger at you both with wide and excitedeyes. “Isn’t that your jacket, Kuroo-san?!”

You were stunned for a secondand watched everyone turn in your direction, before you hesitantly looked down yourselfat yourself.

Shit.

He was right.

Your mind went into overdrive butthere was not a single thought coming to you why you’d ever have to wear Kuroo’sjacket. Without telling them that apparently you had grabbed the wrong oneafter making out in an empty classroom.

Fuck, fuck.

While you could see Yamamoto’sand Inuoka’s eyes getting wide, already assuming the most – and they werecorrect but like that wasn’t the point – you quickly opened your mouth to denyit. But let’s be honest what would you have said? No, mine just stretched?

Thankfully Kuroo beat you toit.

He placed a calming hand onyour shoulder. “We walked to school together this morning and she had forgottenher jacket, so I lent her mine.” With a tilted head and lazy grin he added “Don’timmediately jump to conclusions, guys.”

“Did she forget her jacket atyour place?”, Yaku called from the sidelines and everyone looked over at him. Heheld up your jacket which hadapparently been lying on Kuroo’s bag.

It was quiet for a secondbefore Lev, Inuoka and Yamamoto started acting like a scared up bunch of wildanimals while the rest either watched you and Kuroo with surprised looks orseemed unfazed.

Kuroo rubbed the back of hisneck, speechless, and you could see a faint dusting of blush on his cheeks andquickly hid your face behind the labels of his jacket, knowing you didn’t lookany less affected.

This was definitely not how you had planned to come out to them

[stacysmash]

Competitive Friction

KuroDai Weekend 2017 #2- Wedding

Rating: Teen and up

“This is...weird,” Daichi said as he stared at the dance floor.

“I can’t watch, it’s too embarrassing,” Asahi groaned as he crossed his arms in front of his face.

Suga rolled his eyes. “You two are the worst, I think it’s sweet!”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t sweet! It’s just weird! How old are they?” Daichi asked as he gestured to the couple swaying in the middle of the crowd illuminated by romantic candlelight and an occasional flash from a camera.

“There’s no age cap on love,” Suga said, a dopey smile spreading across his face. “Besides, Coach Ukai said his grandfather’s been really lonely since the grandkids are all grown up, and his wife died years ago. He deserves every happiness he can while he lives.”

“Yeah but...I never thought it would be with him.” They watched as Nekoma’s coach Nekomata slid his hand further down Ukai Ikkei’s back and give his butt a squeeze. A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd as Ukai’s face flushed a bright red and grumbled a string of expletives in his new husband’s face. Nekomata simply grinned like a cat and tickled the patch of grey hair on Ukai’s chin, and the grumbling eased into an irritated pout. Soon the offense was completely forgotten as they talked between themselves, breaking out into chuckles here and there.

The music switched to a more upbeat song, and the younger members of the crowd cheered and began to dance energetically amongst themselves. The newly wedded couple looked relieved as they excused themselves to drink at the bar like they’d been wanting to all evening.

“Bet you ten bucks Nekomata drinks him under the table,” Daichi said with a smirk.

“I’ll take it! I bet Ukai-san will surprise you,” Suga replied, and then looked longingly at the dance floor. “Come on, guys, let’s dance!”

“No, no, no, I’m not a good dancer, Suga,” Asahi cried, sweat immediately forming on his temple.

“No one’s gonna grade you for it, plus it’s dark!”

“Not that dark!”

Daichi was thinking of joining him when he spotted a figure slinking through the crowd. It was hard for anyone to miss the lanky man with his spray of wild black hair, and it was definitely hard for Daichi to miss the way his body curved sensually back and forth to the music. He was wearing a sharp black suit that hugged his lithe body well enough to make Daichi’s mouth water. Suddenly it felt like someone had turned the temperature up in the room to volcanic proportions.

“Daichi? You okay?” Suga asked, peering at his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s hot in here, isn’t it?” His trembling fingers began loosening his tie as he avoided looking at the dance floor.

Suga narrowed his eyes at him, and then flicked them straight into the ocean of dancers. He snorted as soon as he spotted Kuroo and then patted Daichi on the back. “Go get him, Tiger. Let’s go Asahi!” He grabbed Asahi’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor in search of the rest of their friends, leaving Daichi alone in his shock. He glanced around awkwardly, not really sure what to do next as he stood alone near the back of the reception hall. Cautiously he let his eyes slide to the dance floor where he had last seen Kuroo, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as the frigid swirl of disappointment seeped into his stomach, Daichi felt a hot breath against his ear and a sly voice creep into it.

“I was wondering where you were hiding, Sawamura.”

Goosebumps erupted down Daichi’s back as he stiffened his entire body. “Kuroo, jeeze, don’t scare me like that!”

The voice chuckled dangerously, still tickling the shell of his ear. “I couldn’t help it, I always love catching you off guard.” The lips slid away as Kuroo moved beside him, grinning down at him. “Why aren’t you dancing?”

“Oh, uh, I’m not that great of a dancer.”

“But you have the perfect hips for it,” Kuroo muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“I said that table has chips on it.”

“Oh,” Daichi replied, his face turning toward the mentioned table. Kuroo took the chance to eyeball Daichi from behind, biting his lip. His eyes flicked back up to Daichi’s face as he turned back, pasting an innocent smile on his face.

“So, it’s pretty great huh? Nekomata and Old man Ukai...who would’ve thought?”

“Oh I know, I mean they’ve known each other for years. I’m surprised their relationship changed so suddenly.”

“Actually I don’t think it was sudden at all. I asked Nekomata about it after he announced their engagement, and he said the sexual tension between the two’s been building for years.”

“You’re kidding! It’s hard to imagine them having sexual tension.” Daichi gave a little shudder as he regretfully imagined it.

Kuroo laughed, “Well, I can understand where they’re coming from.”

Daichi looked up at him curiously. “You can?”

“Sure,” Kuroo purred, turning slightly so he was facing Daichi. “Rivals for years, bantering back and forth, trying to outsmart each other. It’s all that competitive friction. It’s pretty sexy.” Kuroo continued to circle Daichi slightly, though his front always seemed to be facing the other man. Daichi mirrored the action instinctively, getting easily caught up in Kuroo’s magnetism.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Daichi replied, a mischievous smile curling on his face. “It’s like you experience the thrill of the competition so much it’s hard to seperate that from your rival.” They continued circling each other, like two stallions about to face off over a mare. Except there was no mare, just the two of them with their eyes locked on each other and the air crackling around them.

“You feel it, don’t you, Sawamura?”

“Feel what?”

“This...thing between us?” Kuroo’s voice dropped slightly and he stopped circling. Instead he stepped closer to Daichi, causing the other man to back up until he was up against the wall. Kuroo leaned in with his arm sliding above Daichi’s head.

Instead of getting flustered like Kuroo half expected him to, Daichi tilted his head back with a smile, his hand just barely grazing up the front of Kuroo’s jacket.

“What thing, Kuroo? I think you’ll need to be more specific.”

“You know...you and I are rivals, particularly as captains. We got a lot of pent up feelings between us I think.”

“Oooooh,” Daichi replied, his hand curling around Kuroo’s skinny necktie and sliding his fingers slowly down the red satin. “How do you think we should release these pent up feelings?”

Kuroo visibly gulped at the insinuation, and was about to reply when Daichi not so subtly licked his lips. Daichi snickered after a minute of Kuroo staring just at his lips.

“What’s wrong, Kuroo? Cat got your tongue?” He asked as he reached his face just a little bit further up and gave Kuroo a little tug on his tie. It was enough to bring him back to reality, and with a smirk Kuroo leaned in so his lips ghosted above Daichi’s.

“No...but one might take yours if you’re not careful.”

“Oh yeah? I dare you to--” The rest was muffled as Daichi’s lips were taken hostage. Kuroo pressed his body against his as he inhaled into the kiss. He dropped his arm from above Daichi’s head and let his hand slide down to nestle the side of his face. Daichi grabbed his suit jacket and pulled him in even deeper. With his eyes shut it felt like he was completely surrounded by Kuroo. His scent mixed with a hint of cologne became his oxygen; the methodic squeeze from his hand on Daichi’s waist was a brand new heartbeat.

Daichi gasped against Kuroo’s mouth, desperate for air as his clothes felt too hot and constricting. With his lips parted, Kuroo took quick advantage and slid his lips back up against his, letting his tongue slip in between. Daichi moaned in pleasure at the wave of sensations, wrapping his hands up around Kuroo’s neck to pull him in even further. The taller man was happy to comply, rubbing his hands up and down Daichi’s broad back creating an entirely new source of heat pulsating through his body.

A wolf whistle pierced the air somewhere behind Kuroo’s back, causing them to flinch back in surprise.

“Get it, Captain!” Tanaka cheered as he and Nishinoya scurried away in giggles before they could be murdered.

A flush swept across both their cheeks as they peeked around them. Luckily no one else in the hall seemed to be looking their way, either caught up in drinking or dancing in the dimly lit room. Kuroo leaned back to give Daichi a little space as he scratched the back of his head.

“Sorry, Sawamura, I guess I kinda got caught up and forgot where we were.”

Daichi chuckled softly, “It’s fine, it’s not like I wasn’t egging you on. Maybe next time we should try to keep it more private.”

Kuroo’s grin smoothed back into place. “Next time, like….now?”

“What? We’re still at the wedding, it’s not private at…” Daichi trailed off as Kuroo began to back away slowly toward the door.

“Ready to go on a scavenger hunt? It’s a big building, but I bet I could find a fun makeout spot before you can,” Kuroo taunted as he began to turn and lunge for the door.

Daichi surged forward without hesitation, his energy spiking with the thrill of competition and the prospect of getting his lips back on Kuroo’s.

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