#haikyu kuroo

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bokuto flirting with inexperienced!reader

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"The guys are comin' over at twelve." Tetsurou informed you with a flat tone. He didn't even look up from his phone as he swiped a banana from the counter.

"Don't care."

Your parents were gone on another business trip, meaning this weekend was a free for all. Your version of fun wouldn't sway far from your usual path, staying up, playing games on your laptop after you were done studying for finals; your older brother gravitated towards more social hobbies.

"Sooo, like," He spared a glance to see what you were doing, "Fuckin' scram. Before then."

Papers, handouts, and notebooks littered the breakfast counter. Your laptop played an educational video from one of your classes and you had propped your phone to look at another online text. One highlighter hit the floor a while ago but you hadn't picked it up yet.

When you didn't acknowledge him, completely in the zone, he scrunched up his nose.

"Did you hear me, dumbass?"

"Shuuuut-the-fuck-up-I'm-doooiiing-somethiiing."

In a colored pen, you inked in a corresponding bar from a practice problem so you could visualize the axes.

If you had checked the time, you would know you had maybe ten minutes before twelve to 'scram.'

One could smell the attitude coming off of him from a mile away. Though he didn't say anything to you, it was made crystal clear in the way he sucked his teeth at you and shoved a chair before he walked upstairs.

It wasn't, and would never be, explicitly spoken, but the reason he didn't want you around was because he knew some friends were just too weird around girls. Kenma was the only friend he trusted to be alone in a room with you, and that was because he didn't like anyone. The roster of guys coming over to play some Xbox, play a match in the backyard, drink up your parents' liquor, and sleep over could've been a suspect line if was asked to judge their moral character.

Your slow, neat line of pen for your next graph became a scribbled mess in less than a second as the doorbell started ringing in a slew of rapid presses.

DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING

"Get the door!" You yelled to the stairway, frustration waning only after a nasty sigh.

There was too much to move to your room. You didn't have enough space on your desk for a spread like this, even if you moved every current thing off of it.

Footsteps padded swift back down the steps, not even getting the opportunity to do what he intended to upstairs, and he jabbed a finger at you but you couldn't see.

"Hey!" He shouted. Like he was offended you raised your voice at him to grab the door.

You slammed your palms on the counter and took a breath to yell, just before he called to you from the door, incredibly stern, "Fuck off somewhere else."

"Get the stick out of your ass!" You rolled your eyes and, then and there, decided to not move for anything.

Tetsurou gritted his teeth and pulled open the door, but it didn't nothing to stop Bokuto from pressing the doorbell. Next to him was Akaashi, patiently watching the button-pressing. It was raining, so that meant no practice match; they would have to stay entertained inside.

His big, cheesy grin was hardly a relief, "Hey hey heyy, buddyy!"

"Hey," He said, distracted, thinking about how disastrous this might turn out. He wondered if it was too late to reserve space in the gym, or even cancel.

"Woah-ho-ho," Bokuto giggled at his less-than-enthusiastic greeting and squeezed past him, unwilling to wait outside for any longer, "Don't sound so excited!"

The big, hulking presence stopped in the doorway, hastily removing his wet jacket and shoes. He retold the events of getting here in the rain, sparing Akaashi a few seconds in between to fix his embellished details. He was speaking to Tetsurou at such a volume that you had to search for your earbuds to drown his loud mouth out.

DINGDINGDINGDINGDING--

Maybe all of his stupid friends would ring the bell the same way. Thankfully, he was right there to open it and tell the next two groups to stop.

Soon, your living room was filled with almost all of Nekoma (only a few of which you could recognize from the handful of his games you had attended), and some guys you had never seen before.

It got so loud, so fast.

Your stubborn streak wasn't serving you well. Despite the separation you got from the one wall between you and the entryway, all the sound still poured into the kitchen through the open layout. Your technology wouldn't hold up to how loud a bunch of high school guys could get.

Tetsurou slinked into the kitchen, slow, quiet despite you both staring at each other.

He slid next to you, elbow scrunching one of your precious papers. He had that shitty, low-lidded smirk on his face.

Another boisterous laugh sounded through from the other room and your wince was only proof of your predicament. It sounded like they were fighting, or wrestling, or something that needed to be done outside.

He whispered, "Are you ready to give up?"

"Once you drop dead," You whispered back, clicking your pen ready.

His nostrils flared at your resilience. "You aren't even studying--,"

"Sooo! Where's all that liquor you promised, Kuroo?"

You watched your brother freeze up at the new voice coming into the kitchen. It was genuine distress that flashed across his face for half a second - you wouldn't have had the chance to see it, if he wasn't so up in your business. You turned just in time to watch a guy who didn't go to your school strut in.

"Woah!" He looked straight past your brother, right to you, "Who's thiiis?"

Tetsurou put his hand on your shoulder, something he never did, so you brushed it off as he started, "This is my--,"

"Heyy, Pretty," Bokuto sang just to you, big eyes trailing up, down, and back again, blatantly ignoring his friend.

You laughed at the interaction between them and his nickname for you. He was super hot. It left your brother impatient.

He closed the distance to shake your hand, unable to keep his eyes on just your face.

"This is my little sister," Tetsurou asserted, louder, this time.

The palm on the guy was so huge that you couldn't grip it. His hand could've easily crushed yours but he chose to shake it gently, then held it with both hands when he closed more distance.

"Hmm," He chuckled, "Hey, little sister. My name's Bokuto, but you can call me Ace."

You told him your name in an enamored giggle- biting your lip when he cupped his ear to hear it again, so you repeated it, surely less intelligible.

"(Y/n)?" He asked, jovial, like he was trying to make you keep laughing. He succeeded, "That's nice, but I like Pretty better."

Tetsurou moved himself between you, not a big enough presence to make Bokuto stop touching you or talking in the slightest.

"It suits you, yeah?"

Your brother cleared his throat so loud that it sounded cartoonish. Your fingers slipped from his hand, despite his attempts to keep them all to himself, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, looking down and away. His anger was tangible.

Tetsurou stepped in front of you and faced him. They went just outside of the open doorway. It left you to clean up your papers, laptop, pens, highlighters, books. He muttered many things, but you only caught:

"You serious?" Met with: "Relax, dude!"

"Do I need to worry about you the whole fucking weekend, bro?" Answered with: "Obviously not!"

"This is a line. Don't- don't cross it." Satisfied with: "Have some faith in me, bud, come on."

His friend drama wasn't your problem, but it was oh-so-entertaining to listen to. You fixed up your belongings very slowly so that when they came back, you didn't look so suspicious.

To your dismay, only Tetsurou came back in. He squinted at your gathered things.

"Good. Go upstairs," He said, so simple, with half of his attention on you, half on his friends horsing around in the living room, as if it was normal- as if you had ever tolerated him speaking to you like that before.

You threw a pen at his face, laughing loud with pure delight when it left a streak on his jaw. You had incidentally left it open.

There were few times you had seen him so indelibly angry.

The speed at which he nabbed the pen off of the the floor and hurled it back at you was worthy of a world-record. You only managed to dodge it because you knew what he was going to do before he did.

It shattered on the cupboard, ink exploding all over the floor, staining the counter.

There was almost no time to make a smartass comment, because as soon as you conjured one and inhaled to say it, something crashed in the living room. It sounded eerily mother's-favorite-vase-like.

He was teeming with contempt.

You didn't say anything back when he held his hand up, silently forbidding you from following him to investigate the now-silent room.

It was all his fault, when you thought about it. He dug his grave, since he decided on his own to have all of his rowdy friends over. It wasn't on you that he broke a pen, his friends broke a vase, and his best friend was so sweet to you in the first thirty minutes of the weekend starting.

While you could have left the mess for him to clean up, you didn't want to go upstairs just yet. Once you did, you'd have to justify coming back down. So, you pulled out some cleaning supplies under the sink and started picking up the little sharp plastic pieces of pen.

"Woah, what happened in here?"

You perked right up at the voice, somehow embarrassed to be found like this.

Bokuto threw a look over his shoulder before he fully came in. When he decided to enter, a big smile took up his whole face, making all his handsome features super friendly-looking.

He wasted no time sliding over the tile to squat next to you and inspect the damage.

"Tetsurou threw a pen," You said, quiet, avoiding his attentive stare.

He shook his head, disapproving, and started collecting the pieces with you. He gladly took your hand in his so he could place them in your palm. It was so unnecessary, but it made you giggle again.

"You like studying?" His head dipped to see more of your face, eyes bouncing around to take in all of your features.

It made you shy away and stand to throw the pieces out. But he followed just to watch you, amused at your mannerisms.

"Not really-," You squeezed past him, beginning to spray at and wipe off the ink, sparing a glance to your stuff on the counter, "I mean, there is something nice about it- but,"

Bokuto was too entranced by your lips to properly listen to you ramble. He glanced up to your eyes only on occasion, otherwise sporting an intense stare at your cute mouth, or the way you used your already busy hands when you spoke.

Soon you had told him too much, and there was no ink to clean up anymore, so you returned to sit on the stool next to the counter.

"I didn't know Kuroo had a sister," He sighed.

He chose not to sit, but to stand over you, just so that you had no option but to look up at him.

"Especially not one so cute," His knuckle grazed your warm cheek as you smiled at the floor, "God, you really are such a cutie, huh? You got a boyfriend?"

Your body braced at his touch. He took a step forward, one hand on the counter behind you.

"Mm-mm," You tried to meet his eyes, but it was impossible.

Staring at his body wasn't a bad deal, though. His shirt fit him nice and tight at the shoulders, then loosened, a little flowy at his waist thanks to his impressive build.

"That's good," His fingers dipped to your chin, gently bringing your face to look at him.

This you could only stand for a moment or two. You pushed his forearm down so he would stop touching your face, making you look this way and that.

He sighed, keeping his arm near you in case you wanted to keep your hands on him, but once he understood it wouldn't happen, he put it on the other side of you.

"I've- never had a boyfriend," You admitted, breathless at the pressure of such proximity.

It was mostly as a way to excuse your bashfulness, in partial hopes that he didn't take your hesitation as a sign of rejection.

You loved the attention. It was difficult to keep up with, but it didn't mean that you didn't want it.

His knuckles were white against the counter behind your back. His breath shallowed out. He had a hard time catching it, left recovering from the carnal reaction to such a perfect opportunity sitting before him.

All he heard was the chance to be unrivaled- a white knight of the bedroom, in a sense. To drag out that cute, adoring look on your face for as long as it took to break you in. His jaw tensed, his friendly smile faltering at the thought of what he could show you, teach you, be the very first to do to you.

He grinned, "No wonder he wants to keep you locked up, then."

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team manager kuroo that would have you bent over his desk. door unlocked like he wants someone to walk in. he wants someone to see his precious pretty girl. dress hiked up, pumping his fingers in and out of you. your chest pressed flush against the cold wood, glancing up at him to see a smile plastered on his face. he never would let the chance to dirty talk to you slip by, “you like that? ohhh yes you like that.” his words were laced with mockery. your breath hitched at his words, you clentched around him. when you pleaded him to stop his fingers sped up. curling into your gummy walls. your body lurching forward just to be stopped by his free hand holding you in place. you were still face down eyes staring at the door. waiting for someone to barge in. kuroo seemed to notice your panic, “so wet for me… maybe.. you want someone to walk in on us?” he questioned, before pulling you closer to himself. you couldn’t form words. choking out a gasp when his free hand spanked the fat of your ass. eyes tearing up with pleasure. as he continued his assault you knew you were getting close. kuroo kissed the back of your neck, sucking on it. “better cum before someone walks in baby…” jolting forward your pleasure snapped. your orgasm shaking its way through your body. you moaned out his name, quiet. trying to be hushed. kuroo continued pumping his fingers in and out of you before pulling out. licking his fingers clean.

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Haikyu Boys Caught With Their Best Friend's Sister (Featuring Kuro Tetsuro)

Kuro knows how wrong this is but he did everything in his power to not fall for his best friend's sister. It's been a month since he started dating you behind your brother's back, he knows that it's disrespectful and he's risking his friendship with Kenma, knowing how much he adores you. But Kuro waited for so long, and fought his feelings it made his chest tighten whenever he'll see you but can only pretend to see you as a younger sister.

He treasures his friendship with Kenma but the way your skin feels warm and hot against his hands makes his brain malfunction, all he could think is how every inch of you must be worshipped, he breatehs into your skin, gently nipping, and marking the parts that his lips could reach as you arch your back and rake your fingers in his scalp. "T-Tetsu…" you chanted his name like a prayer and Kuro felt the last fiber of control he has in him snap just by hearing your sinful voice call out his name.

He met your eyes, his hand still roaming underneath your shirt as you sigh in pleasure. "Use your words, love. Tell me what you want…" he teased, gently nibbling on your ear and you groaned in frustration, earning a laugh from the man on top of you.

"God, I love you so much YN." he whispered leaning down to kiss you on your lips.

He lets you settle on his lap, his hands still under your shirt as you both try to watch the movie. He's kissing your nape, while his eyes was fixed on the television. "Love…" he breathed, calling your attention. "Why?" you asked, turning to face him.

Kuro took his hands out from under your shirt with a sigh before kissing the tip of your nose, "A-Are you ready to tell Kenma?" he asked, his hands finding yours, massaging it gently before kissing the back of it.

You know how conflicted he must feel, he wouldn't have hide this relationship if not for your request to not let your brother know. You were worried about how Kenma would react and you wouldn't want to be part from Kuro.

"Soon, love. I promise…" you whispered, hugging him, letting him bury his face on your neck.

Kuro held you tightly, even if his chest if filled with worry, he let himself find peace as he holds you in his arms.

But that peace was soon cut off when the doorbell rang and you both were snatched away from your little safe paradise.

Kuro looked at you, waiting for your confirmation of who might be the visitor but the moment you jumped out his arms, Kuro knew who's outside.

"Oh shit, that's my brother. Oh my God, Tetsu you need to hide!"

Kuro didn't have any chance to think when you pushed him towards the bathroom and locked it before you went to open the door to greet your brother.

Kuro pressed his ear agains the door, his jaw clenching as he looked down at the tent on his pants. "Fuck shit." he cussed, he knew it, he knew that it wouldn't be long till his luck ran out but still, he couldn't feel any regret because every stolen moment he had with you was the best of his life, if your relationship might cause a problem with his friendship with Kenma, he would take all the blame.

Kenma walked inside your flat with his usual bored expression, "Is this a bad time?" he asked, examining your flustered look and heavy breaths. Your eyes widened and shook your head, "N-No, I-I was just cleaning and kinda forgot you'll drop off some of my things." it wasn't long since you moved out of your parents' home so you still have some of your stuffs left in there and Kenma volunteered to bring your stuffs so you won't have to do it.

You were just so caught up with Kuro's sinful touch that you forgot that he's coming over tonight.

"Okay…" he handed a bag to you. "Mom said not to bring all of your stuffs, she said she'd like your room there to stay that way." he told you, his eyes scanning your flat as if taking in the details. His eyes carefully scanned your furnitures, his head tilting a little as he tried to take a look of the kitchen, before they went back to meet your eyes.

"Your flat looks way better than last time, you decorated well."

You could only nod your head, usually your brother won't stay for so long to say stuffs like this does he miss you or he's just trying to torment you? "Y-Yeah, I just looked at some Pinterest inspo and stuffs…"

"Cool, hey can I use your bathroom real quick?"

You internally panicked and your instinct kicks in, holding onto your brother's sleeve before he could take another step closer towards your bathroom. "I-I haven't cleaned it yet….it's clogged and I-" Kenma looked down on your hand gripping his sleeve, "You don't know how to fix a clogged toilet? How are you gonna live alone? I'll fix it for you." Kenma removed you hands off his sleeve and walked over to the bathroom, opening the door.

Kuro couldn't hear anything no matter how hard he tries to press his ear against the door, even if he hears some noise, it's all muffled and inaudible, his heart hammers against his chest but he chose to stay calm waiting for you to come and open the door, so when he heard the doorknob click, he sighed in relief but his face went pale when he saw his best friend's face when the door opened.

Kenma was stunned, and there was a dead silence between the three of you. But when he was able to came back to his senses, he looked at Kuro from head to toe, and he saw that he's holding his shirt in his right hand and Kenma looked at him with lazy eyes.

"I knew that you've been hiding a boy for a month now but never in my wildest dreams that I imagined it to be Kuro."

That was the only thing that came out Kenma's mind, in fact, those words were blurted out without any careful thought process, it wasjust him simply stating the fact in front of him, his best friend shirtless hiding in your bathroom, looking flustered as he meet his gaze.

Kenma has suspicions that you are dating someone but he never imagined that it would be Kuro, though he wouldn't deny the way his best friends' gaze lingers on you whenever he thinks that he's not looking. A part of Kenma believed that Kuro wouldn't do anything without consulting him.

He doesn't know what to feel, his best friend and his sister, two of the most important people in his lives hiding like criminals, not trusting that he would understand the situation, as if he'll take it out agains them for falling in love.

He felt a pang of pain in his chest when he came up with that realization. But didn't say anything and wiats for you and Kuro to try and talk for yourselves.

Kuro couldn't utter a word, not when he couldn't decipher the tone laced in Kenma's voice.

"L-Let me explain, I was the one who pursued YN,I fell in love first. I'm the one to blame."

You went to Kuro's side to hold his hand, "But I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret…I was scared and…I don't want you to be mad. I-I love him, Ni-chan." you admitted honestly, squeezing Kuro's hand to tell him that you're in this mess together.

Kenma sighed as he looked at the two of you with his cat like eyes, he didn't like the idea of the two of you hiding just because you both thought that he wouldn't understand but Kenma decided that he'd rather keep it to himself because he couldn't recall a moment where he saw your eyes sparkle the way they do as you look at Kuro and as a big brother, he wouldn't want to put an end to you and his best friend's happiness "Whatever. I'm not against any of this but have some decency to at least cover up your hickeys.." he looked at you intensely, the kind that he gives you when he's about to scold you, "You're still my baby sister…" he told you before looking at Kuro with a glare, "And you're still my best friend."

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You tiredly rubbed the sleep from your eyes with your knuckles as you walked through your apartment, following the delicious smell coming from the kitchen along with the faint sound of music playing through the small radio that your boyfriend had gotten for the kitchen. Your footsteps were soft and slow, as you were extra careful not to slip on the wood flooring. Your fluffy socks, not helping with your balance and neither did your drowsy state. 

You had awoken with a grumpy groan when you realized you were alone in bed, your boyfriends' strong arms not wrapped around you like you remembered them to be before your eyes grew heavy and you slipped into a peaceful sleep. For a moment you worried that your romantic and sensual night that you shared with your boyfriend was all just a dream that your subconscious mind came up with to comfort you from how much you missed him. 

But when you groggily rolled over to lay on his side of the bed you were reassured that it was in fact not a dream when you felt his warmth still on the sheets. So, you sleepily got out of bed and reached for kuroo’s hoodie you saw was on the desk chair through your barely opened eyes and slipped it on over your cloth less body. 

Your grumpiness only faded from you when you caught sight of your boyfriend standing in front of the stove, his back to you. Your eyes slowly trailed down his bare back and arms, taking in every detail of his muscle and skin before your eyes fell to the black sweatpants, he was wearing that hung low on his hips. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him and his head of messy bed hair, softly bopping along to the music. 

You missed the sight of him being so domestic so much while he was away working. You missed him. 

Your feet softly padded against the tile floor of the kitchen as you quietly walked up behind him, your tired eyes squinting from the sunshine that came through the wide-open kitchen window, he always did prefer natural light and he loved the smell of the morning air. You missed the way his body stilled for a small moment as he sensed your presence, as you wrapped your hoodie covered arms around his waist and nestled your head on his back. 

Kuroo doesn't flinch at your sudden touch, he had expected you to come waddling into the kitchen searching for his warmth as soon as you woke up. He knew you all too well. Your eyes quickly fluttered close; the sunlight was too much for them. He took his hand that wasn't holding the spatula and rested it on yours that was resting on his stomach, a happy smile on your lips at his warm touch. His voice was deep and still filled with sleep as he asked – “sleep well princess?” 

You were far too tired and had no energy to form any words to answer him, so you just slowly nodded against his back that was slowly falling and rising with his breaths and mumbled out a soft “mhm” – The clear tiredness in your tone made him chuckle. 

“Still tired?” he hummed as he gave your cold hands one more squeeze before reaching over to grab a small handful of blueberries, as he sprinkled them in the perfect sized circles of pancake batter, he knew they were your favorite. He brought his hand back to yours, instead slipping it under the sleeve, his warm and slightly rough fingers caressing your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His soft touch only makes you more inclined to drag him back to bed. 

“I must have really tired you out last night, huh sweet cheeks?” kuroo asked you teasingly, using that pet name he loved to lease you with. His lips twitched up into a smirk as he hints at the night the two of you shared. You immediately feel frustrated at his teasing, hiding your face in his chest as your hold on his waist tightens. Your lack of response makes him chuckle to himself. 

“Let's go back to bed” you asked, your words coming out muffled from your face being squished against his back. Your tone was more demanding and whinier than you had intended it to be. All you wanted was more time to be in kuroo’s arms before he got that call and had to leave for work, you grew to hate the sound of his phone buzzing. 

Kuroo smiled fondly at your tone, Ahh adorable he thinks to himself. He loved how clingy you would get in the mornings – and in general. As much as he wanted to join you back in bed, it was more important to him that you eat a good meal after the strenuous night the two of you shared. He flipped the pancakes, the tops being perfectly golden “I’m making you pancakes, you asked for them last night” 

“I would have never asked for them if i knew my handsome boyfriend would leave me to wake up all alone in our bed to make them” you playfully complained with an annoyed huff, making sure to emphasize the world alone. Kuroo laughs loudly at your words, he knew you were trying to guilt him into getting back in bed. He turns off the stove and lets the last few cooks until golden

“You need to eat something sweet cheeks, and then we can watch that movie you showed me last week” he tried to compromise with you, remembering how you excitedly showed him and Kenma the trailer.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked back on the day, distinctly remembering how kuroo was very uninterested with the movie, teasing both you and kenma for rambling about it – “You said the trailer was stupid” you mumbled with a cute pout as he took a step back from the stove, your body following him as you still hold onto him, not before he took the now done pancakes out of the pan and onto the platter with the other pancakes. 

Kuroo chuckles and gives a soft pat to your hand before letting go and turning around to face you. A smile gracing his lips when he finally laid his eyes on you, your arms dropped to rest on his hips, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the band of his sweatpants. Your hair was still messy, your eyes showed evidence of you still being tired, his hoodie swallowing up your body. 

He just wanted to grab your cheeks and smother your face in kisses from how adorable you looked, but instead he gave you an innocent smile, raising his eyebrows and pretending to be shocked by your words as he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him “Oh, I said that aloud?” 

“Kurooo” you whined with an annoyed huff as you leaned forward, resting your forehead on his bare chest, too tired to go along with his teasing. Your boyfriend chuckled at your dramatics and leaned down to place a few kisses on your forehead and temple, one of his hands coming up to try to fix your messy hair, tucking a few strands behind your ears. 

“We’ll eat first and then we can cuddle as much as you want, okay princess?” he hums fondly as he moves his large hands to softly hold your face, tilting it up so you would look up at him. Kuroo’s breath hitches as the two of you lock eyes, you never fail to give him butterflies. You lean your face against the palm of his hand and softly nodded in agreement “Hmm okay” 

“Perfect, you get the drinks and I'll set the food on the table” he nods as he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You scrunch your nose at the feeling of his soft lips on your nose, a giggle leaving your lips at the ticklish feeling, his heart erupting in warmth and the sight and sound. You leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his shoulder before making your way over to the fridge. 

He stood there for a few moments with a fond smile on his face as he watched you slowly walk over to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of freshly made orange juice. You set the pitcher on top of the table before moving over to the cabinet to get glasses and grabbed both of you a set of hashi/chopsticks. 

Kuroo felt a blush spread against his face at the feeling of you softly touching his lower back as you moved behind him, years of dating and he still would blush at your touches like he did when he first met you. You found it adorable but kuroo didn't, always hiding his face in your neck whenever you mentioned his flushed cheeks. 

“I'll be right back” Kuroo whispered quickly as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head before rushing out of the kitchen and towards your shared room to put on a shirt. You shook your head fondly at the sound of his loud footsteps as you sat down on the bench in front of the table, your mouth watering at the sight of the different cut fruits and the perfectly golden pancakes. 

You tilted your head up and smiled at him when you felt him join you at the table, sitting down next to you on the bench. This time it was kuroo who was clingy for your touch, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, emitting a small giggle out of you. You both quietly said your thanks for the meal before digging in. 

Your breakfast was filled with quiet conversations, teasing from the both of you, soft kisses and even softer touches shared between the two of you. You gave your sweet boyfriend many compliments throughout breakfast about pancakes, even teasing him about you loving his pancakes more than him. That earned you a poke to the ribs. 

After helping Kuroo clean up the kitchen – that took much longer than it was supposed to, the two of you had stopped in the middle of cleaning the dishes to slow dance to the song playing through the radio, many fits of giggles leaving your lips at how horribly he sang along to the lyrics, a surprised gasp left your lips at how low he had dipped you. 

You were quick to take your boyfriend's large hand in your much smaller one, pulling him towards the living room where the couch was basically screaming your names. He quickly grabbed the soft decorative blanket on the end of the couch before flopping down on the L sectional of the couch. Kuroo opened his arms for you to join him, a small smirk on his lips as watched you search for the remote but to no avail. 

“Yoo-hoo” you heard your boyfriend whistle behind you, you dropped the decorative pillow you were looking behind back on the couch and turned to see him giving you a smile as he held up the remote that he had picked up from the coffee table before he sat down. Kuroo chuckles at the confused pout that decorates your lips as you trudge towards him. You raised your eyebrow as you playfully accuse him “You had the remote the whole time didn't you” 

“You're cute when you're confused” your boyfriend teased with a deep chuckle as he reached for your hand and softly pulled you down against him, taking you in his arms as your hands rested on his chest. A small sound of surprise left your lips at the sudden movement followed by a loud laugh at the ticklish feeling of kuroo littering your neck in soft kisses. 

“Kuroo please” you got out between your giggles as you eventually pulled away from his attack on your neck, moving to lay by his side and not on top of him. He let out a small hum as he scooted over so there was enough room for you to lay on your side between him and the couch, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you close while his other rested on your thigh that was over his midsection. 

Kuroo rests his head back against the couch, watching as you make yourself comfortable in his arms as you cover you and him in the soft blanket. He gently squeezed your thigh, looking down at you with a teasing smirk “please what?” 

“You promised that we could watch a movie and cuddle, so behave” You trailed off into a teasing tone as you poked his side with your finger, smiling at the shocked noise leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of your ticklish touch. He felt you snuggle closer to you, wrapping your arm around your waist and tangling your legs with his. He grabbed the remote by his side and turned it on before kissing the top of your head and speaks sweetly “Okay okay i promise sweet cheeks” 

You tilt your head back and send him a warning glare because of the pet name, but he just chuckles and continues to search for the movie, bringing his free hand that he had resting on your waist up to play with your hair softly. You let out a content hum at the feeling and rest your head back on his chest, your eyes drawn to the tv that was playing the intro of the movie, your fingers absentmindedly squeezing onto his shirt.  

The first 20 minutes of the movie was filled with your guy’s quiet murmurs, mostly from Kuroo, who liked to pick out everything wrong with the movie so far, and you enjoyed his nerdy rambles too much to tell him to stop. You found it funny how into the movie he got despite how much complaining he did in the beginning. 

You hid your face in his chest as you let out a long yawn, your nose brushing against his chest. You scooted closer to him as if that was even possible, it felt like you were melting in his arms. Before you realize it, your eyes start to grow heavy and your hold on his shirt weakens, the feeling of his fingers softly playing with your hair and the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

It only took a few minutes for kuroo to notice that you had fallen asleep in his arms, he was on one of his rants about a poorly made character and he had expected to hear your own thoughts when he paused but instead, he just heard your soft breaths that left your slightly parted lips. He brings his free hand to gently move your hair out of your face, admiring how cute you looked with your face smushed up against his chest. He whispered with a smile “Ahh how cute” 

Kuroo bright the soft blanket up to your shoulders, gently tucking it under your chin. He grabbed the remote at his side and turned down the volume before leaning down to place a soft and long kiss to your forehead, whispering against your skin “Sleep well sweet cheeks” 

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓇oro's note ; like I said this is my first ever hq fic so I hope you guys like it !! I would love to have some moots/friends that also love haikyuu , my in box is always open ‹𝟹 please let me know what you thought, reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated x

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ahh you know how Kuroo always looks out for others and has a confident facade pretty much always. imagine timskip kuroo breaking down after a long day and needing comfort (ToT)/~~~ only wanting to feel yn feeding him or touching us hair lol 🙈

Don't Worry, I've Got You

word count: 785-f!reader

a/n: he just does so much for others and forgets to take care of himself ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡ i just want him to feel better and not so stressed, thank you again for the request, i hope you have a wonderful day/night love ! 🫶🏼

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Kuroo Tetsurō prided himself on his ability to handle anything that came his way. His confident demeanor acted as his suit of armor, aiding him in any situation. But sometimes, even the most unshakable façades cracked under the weight of life’s pressures.

It was late in the evening when you finally heard the front door of your shared apartment open and close softly. The sound of keys of keys being placed on the entryway table and the quiet thud of shoes being removed followed. You glanced at the clock, frowning. He had been gone from home since 6 am and now it was late evening. Kuroo’s work days had been growing longer and more stressful, and tonight was no exception. You had noticed the signs for weeks now—the longer hours, the deeper frowns, the way he would zone out even when you were talking.

He came in silent and visibly drained with his shoulders slumped and his eyes blank. He barely managed a tired smile in your direction before heading straight to the bedroom.

You followed, your heart aching for him. By the time you reached the bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Without saying a word, you immediately sat on the bed next to him.

"Tetsuro," you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Come here."

You wrapped your arms around him while you laid back. One hand gently running through his hair, while the other rubbed up and down his back. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his body.

"It's too much sometimes," he softly confessed, his voice muffled against your shirt. "I don't know if I can do this," his voice barely above a whisper. It was a crack in his façade, and it broke your heart to see him like this.

"You're not alone, Tetsurō," you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "It's okay to have moments where you need support. I'm here for you. Always. The burden is not just yours to carry, let me share that burden for you."

He sighed, a long, shuddering breath, and you felt some tension leave his body. He held you tighter with his arms, not wanting to let go of his entire world. "I just... I don't want you to see me like this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"But I want to," you insisted softly. "I want to be here for you, in all the ways that matter. I want to see all sides of you, even the ones you try to hide. Especially those," you tilted his chin up to you, so you could look into his eyes. "Because I love you, Tetsurō. Every part of you."

His eyes looked at you with gratefulness and vulnerability. He shifted slightly, a tear slipped down his cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb, pulling him closer into your arms. He clung to you, his strong form trembling slightly as he finally allowed himself to let go. You held him close, whispering reassurances and stroking his hair.

"I'm here, my love," you repeated, over and over, until the words became a soothing mantra. "I'm here, and I love you."

Eventually, the tension in his body began to ease. The weight of the day, and the pressure began to lift. In your arms, he found the comfort and solace he desperately needed. For a while, neither of you spoke. The quiet of the room was filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing, the steady rhythm providing a sense of calm.

"Thank you," he murmured against your shoulder, his voice hoarse but filled with gratitude. He moved his head to look up at you, "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," you promised with a soft kiss to his lips. "We're in this together, Tetsurō. No matter what." A moment of silence passed, "I'm so tired," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I know," you replied, your voice tender. "You can rest, love. I've got you."

He nodded slightly, and within moments, you felt his breathing even out as he drifted into a much-needed sleep. You continued to hold him, your heart swelling with love and a fierce determination to be his safe haven.

As you lay there, comforting the man who always seemed so unbreakable, you realized that this moment of vulnerability only made your bond stronger. Kuroo Tetsurō might be the pillar of strength for so many, but here, in your arms, he could find his own refuge. And you would always be there, ready to catch him whenever he fell.

[777cupcake]

I was wondering why I was annoyed in good way by Tetsurō Kuroo while watching Haikyuu! But now I know loll😭😂 he and Gojo Satoru has same voice actors he's Yuichi Nakamura! Lol I love how my mind just knows someone without knowing them! 😂💯

And i think it's been year to my last post about the voice of Haikyuu coach being same voice as Levi, and I think everytime I watch Haikyu I find out more! (+I feel like i should join Vollyball team although I'm weak as hell?!?! But yeah! It feels so cool whenever i watch it! 💖😆👍🏻)

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𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 —

— : [nsfw ] dry humping, fwb, mutual pining, light angst, semi public, unprotected sex, pet names, confessions, fluff, creampie + jealously

— : wc : 1.9k

it had been exactly 4 months since you went to that party. 4 months since you and him stumbled upstairs into his bedroom and had sex. 4 months since this agreement between the two of you was reached and 4 months since you’d been with anyone else.

the two of you weren’t together or exclusive and you were certain he was fucking around with at least two other people. it never bothered you, or at least that’s what you said anyway.

only sleeping with him was a decision you made on your own and you weren’t even sure if he knew that or cared.

prior to that night, you and kuroo were friends. you had the same friend group and you only met him because of kenma. he was a year above you in college and you would hangout every weekend when you weren’t studying or out with other people.

he was a great guy and you couldn’t fault him for being so charming and easy with his words. everyone on campus liked him. he had a bit of a reputation.

you were okay with your arrangement. it wasn’t like you had any complaints because he was still a good friend to you and he fucked you better than anyone else you’d ever been with.

it helped that his dick was big.

“i think we should go out” keiji grins, “you look like you need a few drinks and a night out”

you sigh from your spot on your bed. you’re flat on your stomach but he can still hear your whine even with your face planted in your sheets. finals week had been stressful.

“it’ll be fun” he pouts and you hated how easily you gave in to him but he was your best friend and you loved him. he was also your annoying ass roommate who you couldn’t get rid of without changing the locks and you cared about him way too much for that.

“besides” he grins, “i wanna see kou”

you look up from your spot just to roll your eyes at him. he really was obsessed with his boyfriend and no, you weren’t jealous. you were happy being single.

you ignore the pang in your chest in favour of going to take a long, hot shower. your body would need all the relaxing it could get because your friends would make you dance the entire night.

the lights inside the club is always too fucking bright and you weren’t a douchebag so wearing glasses would be corny. it was usually easy to ignore but after your third shot of whatever the fuck kenma had given you, you felt a strong headache coming on. it was so unlike him to take shots like this but you supposed that after those final exams, you all needed a night out.

“i’ll get you water” he calls out, “do you want anything else?”

you shake your head. you knew your own limits and you weren’t sure the hangover tomorrow morning would be worth the hassle. you felt a pleasant buzz throughout your body and you didn’t mind sipping on keiji’s cocktails when he wasn’t looking.

the music feels like it’s right inside your head by the time you’re making your way through the sea of sweaty body grinding against each other. you weren’t even sure why you decided to dance by yourself but keiji looked happy to just sit and grind on bokuto and kenma wasn’t a dancer.

you knew he had to be there. anywhere koutaro went, kuroo tetsurou was sure to follow. the two were best friends after all.

“wanna dance?”

you hear a voice behind you. the guy isn’t that tall but he’s cute and you shrug. you didn’t mind a little grinding and the guy had a nice, firm chest when he pressed up against your back.

you swayed together, purposefully pushing your hips back every time he’d move forward. it was innocent as dry humping in the middle of the dance floor could be and the alcohol flowing through your system only seemed to make you more bold tonight.

when you opened your eyes again, you looked across to see the table you were sitting at. keiji and koutaro were making out as usual, kenma seemed to be enjoying his drink, glancing down at his phone every once in a while and him. he was staring right at you, eyes narrowed and lips in a straight line.

he didn’t seem impressed by your dancing and you knew it was because of the guy currently groaning in your ear. the poor guy could probably cum in his pants from the way your ass rubbed against his clothes crotch.

you saw his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. it send a shiver up your spine that the guy you were dancing with probably thought was because of him.

kuroo made his way towards you, eyes never leaving yours as he got closer. you could hear your heartbeat inside your eyes and you definitely felt it between your thighs when he lean in and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“scram” he said, not even looking at the guy

“whatever man” the guy shrugged, high off something to even bother arguing with kuroo and you were sure he was heading to the bathroom to get himself off. you almost felt bad.

“hi tetsu” you grin, smiling at him softly

his eyes soften for a moment before he glares at you.

“what the fuck was that about?” he asks, pulling you against his chest

“i was dancing” you say dryly, wrapping your arms around his neck anyway. you liked when he got like this over you.

“i should’ve punched that fucker in the mouth for trying to fuck you” he says, gripping your jaw and leaning down towards your lips

he doesn’t move though. he wouldn’t kiss you unless you wanted him to, as angry as he was. he could feel his blood boiling at the thought of someone else having you the way he had.

you close the distance, kissing him. he moans into the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist.

“why do you do that shit to me?” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. he takes a deep breath to calm himself down and then he’s standing to his full height.

“i’m not your girlfriend” you say, feeling annoyed. you know he told you he wouldn’t fuck anyone raw because he was clean. you both got tested together but that didn’t mean he wasn’t sleeping with other people. he had no right to be mad at you.

“forget it” he sighs, “i’m sorry, you can —”

“stop fucking doing that” you glare at him, “you can’t just — fuck kuroo!”

he really did frustrate you and it didn’t help that your heart would race every time you were together. you’d feel so empty whenever you did have sex because you knew he’d never want anything more than a friendship from you and it was stupid to be mad. he never forced you into anything and you willing went back to him every time.

“can we talk somewhere else?” he says, taking your hand in his.

he leads you to a secluded spot, not as loud as the dance floor. it’s near a hallway and anyone could see you if they really wanted to.

“i don’t want to argue with you” you say, leaning against the wall. the coldness was pleasant against your warm skin. the dress you wore was short enough that the back of your thighs could feel it too.

“i don’t want to argue” he says, “i can’t help myself”

“you don’t get to do whatever you want and then try to stop me from doing the same thing” you frown, “that’s selfish”

“maybe i am selfish” he admits, “i want you all to myself, i won’t share you”

“i’m not property to own tetsurou” you slap his chest but he grips your wrists

“i don’t mean it that way y/n” he groans, “i just.. i want you”

“me and who else?” you scoff, looking over at the people coming in and out of the club.

“you” he frowns, “I haven’t..— god this is embarrassing”

you quirk a brow up at that, looking back at him. he has a light blush on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose and his pouting. the realisation hits you suddenly, eyes widening.

trying not to get your hopes up, you ask “have you been with me alone this whole time?”

he nods, hands running through his hair. it never makes a difference unless he’s showered.

“oh” you say, biting your lip

“yeah oh” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“why the fuck didn’t you say anything!” you say, a little louder than necessary but he’s smiling at you and you can’t help smiling too.

“you’re so infuriating, you know that?” you say, crossing your arms and looking away again. you refused to let him see just how much that meant to you.

the relief you felt was obvious and he couldn’t help but chuckle, cupping your face in his hand and turning your head to look at him again. he really was infuriatingly handsome.

“i’m sorry” he kisses your forehead, “i do like you”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

you smile then, pulling him closer by the loops in his jeans.

“kiss me” you say and he doesn’t have to be told twice. he kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in years though it’s only been a week.

you feel the way he grinds against you, hand slipping down to cup your ass and pull you right against him.

“i want you” he says, “need to be inside you”

he doesn’t have condoms and you don’t either but you can’t bring yourself to care when he pulls his cock out, pumping it as he pulls your panties to the side.

the stretch burns and you almost scream, his hand covering your mouth as he pushes all the way into you. you can feel the veins on his cock and how it throbs inside you.

your velvety walls grip him tightly. it’s so wet and warm inside your pussy and he bites back a moan. he’s imagined fucking you raw on so many occasions but his imaginations could never do this justice.

“holy fuck baby” he groans, biting your neck to stifle another moan as he slowly pulls out, dragging his thick cock against your walls. you moan, head hitting the wall behind you as you throw your head back.

it feels so good and when his hand travels down, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, you cry out, eyes rolling back as he fucks you against the wall.

you know anyone could see you but it’s dark and noisy. the idea of being caught has you clenching around him, bringing him embarrassingly closer to his orgasm.

“fuck” you whine, “so big”

he smirks, thrusting harder as he looks at you. you’re so pretty, mouth hanging open and drool dripping down your chin. he likes to take his time, breaking you apart but he knows he can’t do that right now so he gives you what you want.

he lifts your leg up to wrap around his waist and he grips your hips. it hurts from how hard he’s holding you but you don’t want him to stop.

it takes one hard thrust to have you creaming around his cock. he kisses you, swallowing your pretty moans as he cums inside you. it’s so warm and thick and your eyes flutter at the feeling.

he feels you clenching around him, milking him for all his worth and he’ll gladly give you anything you wanted.

“shit” he pants, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“can we go home?” you whisper, “i want you tetsu”

he really was a weak man when it came to you.

[eialectric]

irl me (aka tired med school student) works in clinical neurology and i began working with an ALS case today which COULD be an “the galaxy is endless (i thought we were too)” reference but really it’s just the ever present reminder of the fragility of human existence

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Happy Birthday

Tetsuro Kuroo (17th November)

Haikyu!!

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Thorns and Parchments

Character: Kuroo x Reader Genre:  (Academic Rivals to lovers AU) , College AU, ANGST to comfort Warnings: crying, comparing, self-esteem issues, stress WC: 1.5k Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: Shrouded by rivalry and bickering, you might have accidentally let the darkness eat the light, you are spiralling and the pressure from others is not helping. And now you are completely emotionally undone in front of your rival

A/N: I am so proud of this one!!

You clenched your teeth as you stared at the raven-head who remained as stoic as ever. The corners of his lips were slightly upturned like a dark marrow, it was pliant but diabolic at the same time. It wasn't even intended towards you, he wasn't even looking at you and yet you felt so much malice in the chiselled face that stared at his own achievements.

It was infuriating to see how humble he acted around others, but around you always carried that shit eating grin.

He made you furious. You who had always been the perfect little student, hardworking, diligent. While he looked like a down-to-earth nerd who was naturally gifted. He was the devil in disguise. While you worked day and night only to lose to him, he was winning nonchalantly, without any effort.

You hadn't noticed a classmate sneaking to see your report card, a wolfish whistle snapped you to reality, they were holding your report and chuckling ver so menacingly, you gulped and snatched it from their hands.

"Damn, a C?" they laughed earning a few shocked gasps, but mostly concerned eyes.

Kuroo Tetsuro had won again.

Your eyes peered to look at him, his brows furrowed, but his expression was still as unreadable.

"You are here again", the librarian sighed, pushing her glasses on her nose, "at this point, only two people come here."

You smiled apologetically and sat at your favourite seat.

She arranged the old decaying books withered by time, the last time someone might have used them must have been years, "it's sad how people don't come to libraries anymore."

You hummed in agreement and took your books out, keeping a hand on your head, you crammed at the books. Reading and re-reading the same line again, you were boiling with anger and despair. The words blur into incomprehensible voids. Your lip trembled and you looked up to see the librarian's desk empty, probably gone for a phone call.

No, it was just you and your spiralling thoughts. Whatever you did it was never enough. You were in an elite school, the best class and were getting the top grades. You could easily soar through your future, but why were you so obsessed with beating that man?

Your eyes blurred as you realised your books had teardrops on them. Running your hands through your hair and gripping the strands, harshly, chest heaving up and down with desperation.

Unfortunately, Kuroo had heard your wails and whimpers, he bit his lip and contemplated what to do.

He was supposed to feel a sick sort of accomplishment at your undone state, yet he couldn't help but feel his heart sting with bitterness.

Pity, he thought. There was no other explanation for his feelings. He could've easily chosen to take advantage of your vulnerable state; sure he was morally grey, but he still had some morality, and so he decided to leave, without his presence being known.

The next few days, Kuroo couldn't help but stare at your wilting face and nervous tactics. He was confused, needless to say.

Even his slight provocations and nitpicking dead not even bring a slight twitch of muscle on your face.

Kuroo hated how you were not reacting to anything, nose buried in the textbook and not even hearing when the teacher said the partners for the project

"Kuroo Tetsuro and Y/N L/N." The silence that followed in the class was deafening.

Tetsu was quick to approach you after class.

"Y/N," he called simply. You lifted your head to look at him, a forlorn frown making its way on your face.

"What?" you scowled. Kuroo rubbed his temples at looked at you dead in the eye

"As much as I hate this, we kinda have to work together," he huffed, "library after school."

After saying that he left, no further explanation and you were left helpless to follow him either way. Even if you wanted to study in peace or just relax, your plans were shattered like a child's dream.

You walked into the library with heavy steps. The ever-considerate Kuroo had chosen a seat in the far corner so that your discussion wont be against the library's rules.

You scraped the chair and sat with a plop, Kuroo finally closed the book he was so occupied in. 'No longer Human by Dazai Osamu'

"Let's start," he said simply, just before handing the book to you he leaned closer to you, and you could feel your heart rushing to your ear, "as much as I hate this, I will absolutely not let you ruin my report, just know that if I go down I am dragging you down with me."

With that, he redacted confidently, and sat on his chair, back to the book as if nothing had happened while your heart was beating like crazy.

You took a deep breath and started your research, but those all-nighters were taking a toll; your mind was wandering off and didn't even realize you were staring.

A few moments pass before Kuroo slammed the book and looked at you with the gaze of a cougar, "what is going on with you these days?"

"What do you mean?" you feign innocence.

"Well you haven't been talking or eating properly these days, you don't retort to my comments and you don't have that...challenging look in your eyes," he huffs.

You cuss out annoyedly, ignoring the spurge of nervousness spreading in your lower belly like the plague.

“I’m sick of everyone thinking you’re better than me, "you mutter silently.

"What?"

You stand up and slam your hand on the desk, grateful that there was no one els except you two, " I’ve always been compared to you. Why can’t you be as smart as Kuroo? Kuroo could do this easy peasy. Why can’t you just be Kuroo?”

Tears line your eyes and Kuroo flinched at your raw emotions pouring out.

"I am not you!" you cry, "I don't want to be you. I want to be smarter and better than you!"

Your hands are shaking at this point.

"You're scared, aren't you?" He asks, his gaze never once leaving your hands.

"How do you know that? you ask, suddenly taken aback.

"I notice a lot of things about you," he sighs and reaches across the table, holding you shaking hands in his warm and sturdier ones.

A faint blush makes it way on you when you realize how warm they are and how nice they feel.

"Don't...don't you hate me?" you stutter out.

"Hate is a strong word," he says matter of factly, tugging you closer by your arm until you are face to face with him, "I dislike losing and like how you are competitive, I like how you are so incredibly smart and it's not like 1 grade will ruin your entire life."

"I don't hate you," his gaze softens, "quite the opposite actually."

You bite your lips and look away.

"It's killing me, the way you are tormenting yourself because of me. I should feel happy, but I feel helpless, it's almost as if I have-" he stops and looks into your eyes, wide and dilated.

You complete his sentence, "taken a liking to you."

His gaze lowers to your lips only for a flickering moment, "perhaps," he says bitterly, "you plague my mind like a vice."

"Do you reckon I have been chaste of these feelings?" you breathe out, "it feels so wrong, immoral even, I am supposed to be better than you, reach my way to the top, destroying all weaknesses."

You gasp out breathlessly, "why did you have to become my weakness?"

His lips captured you like a bird in a cage, it was conflicting because you were technically still enemies, but god did it feel good sin!

His movements were skilful and calculated like a potter, you did feel like clay under his lingering touches. He had you under his reign, he could mould you into whatever imaginable.

But his kiss was fiery in a way like a catharsis like he had been holding himself back for too long. Depraved and hungry like a hyena with an insatiable hunger for his prey, and that was you.

Within seconds you two realized what you had gotten yourself into, and the blaze of rivalry reignited to cloud the onslaught of the blossoming flowers of affection. You two were after all alike.

"You have made me sick," you growl out as you both pull away. All the little affection in his eyes seems to have melted life frost, "be the antidote too then."

"Didn't you forget that one quote from your favourite book, "he chuckles, "If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure"

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[final part] kuroo x hard to get!reader

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There was only a small pause, short enough for him to realize what you were doing.

"Please just come in," He sighed, candid and contrite, "Until the storm passes."

At this point, you were both locked in a tense game of chess, unwilling to sacrifice too much truth at any given point, but unable to stop playing until somebody won. You let him slip your raincoat off of you and hang it up, gentle, attentive, playing eye tag for the length of time it took to close and lock the door.

The kitchen stole your attention almost right away, filled with the sounds of a ritual slaughter. The shouting was accusatory and excited, like someone had been deeply wronged.

"Stop that before you set something on fire!" Kuroo shouted.

He picked up the peace offering and carried it towards his needy, weary team.

Your eyes widened a little at his team captain voice, safe to react because his attention was split. You trailed behind him, hesitant, towards the commotion.

"Keep it down. We've got a guest."

The noise was broken for a moment of silence at the presence of hot food, landing right on the dining table, then a million eyes on you.

It looked like everyone was dressed comfortably because there were no girls around. You averted your eyes immediately from the few that were in just their underwear and found that most of them opted for no shirts.

None of them cared very much. They all went in on the giant bag like a pack of starving wolves, shoving each other out of the way, grabbing as many as they could hold all at once. One hit the floor and was picked up, placed right into somebody else's mouth for safe keeping.

You took a step back, closer to Kuroo. He was so tame compared to them. The bag was empty in 20 seconds; it would've been less than that, had they not been fighting over lukewarm scraps.

"Where's your Coach?" You surveyed the room and found nothing but Nekoma players, munching obnoxiously.

It was the most prevalent thing on your mind. You didn't want to be 'caught,' though your surface-level intentions were innocent and backed by evidence.

Right before you left your own team's corresponding lodging, Coach Ukai was rounding up all the guys, trying to put them down for bed like twenty rowdy toddlers. If everyone sat still, you'd be able to still hear him yelling down the pathway.

A short guy you caught earlier today as Yaku answered, between three big bites of a bun, "Oh, Coach Nekomata went to bed, like, an hour ago."

The guy was ancient. It made sense that he wouldn't be as involved as Ukai in his old age, but he also had no need to. His team was well-behaved. Despite their frenzy, they were still a much quieter group than Karasuno.

In fact, after all the initial thanks and praises sung for your angelic timing, it felt too quiet. You wanted to leave, get back to your familiar and fun team, despite the weather. Kuroo could sense it in your stiffness.

The team was preoccupied with their supper. He had to make some bold maneuver, or you would voluntarily forfeit and slink back in the rain- because that was somehow a more appealing option than admitting you wanted to have sex with him.

Fukunaga clocked the complicated mess that was your current dynamic for exactly what it was. Some weirdo mating ritual. First he noticed that Kuroo wasn't eating. Then that he was only speaking to you. He was the ticking clock personified, double fisting two delicious buns without blinking. His unwavering stare cut into you from across the kitchen.

You shivered at the intensity, shifted just a little towards Kuroo with your head turned, defensive, towards the lanky guy. "He's creeping me out."

Kuroo leaned further down to mutter against your hair, dismissive, "Him? Shouhei's harmless."

He lingered, bent at the waist, just to take in another breath of your hair. You smelled so good. He couldn't let you go back just yet.

"How about we go upstairs?"

Aside from Fukunaga, nobody had a mind to notice if you left now. It wasn't a 'Yeah, let's fuck,' but it was close, so you sat in hesitation for a good, still minute.

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The pace naturally quickened the closer to the door you got, like you were being chased by something. It was mostly the threat of time, but the predatory vibe you both got from each other was substantial, like if you let your guard down for a second, the other would eat you alive.

There was a rushed cadence to the way you entered the room and how he slid the door closed- only slowing to completely lock it as quiet as possible.

Everything was still for a moment. The end game was in sight, and neither of you could predict who would be the first to let up. Would it end here, or as you were coming down?

"What's your deal?"

"What deal?" You snapped, arms crossed, glancing about the large room filled with pallets.

This was so risky. Nothing about the danger of getting caught up here appealed to you. You weren't sure if he understood how comprised you'd be if anyone heard about this- you'd have to quit your manager job, at least.

It made you rigid, inflexible conversationally and physically. He fought the need to cross his arms, too.

"Why did you really come over?" He threw his chin up at you. When he tried to close the distance, he noticed how you took a step back.

The irony was eating him alive; you were so delicate to work with, but merciless in your methods- and you just kept coming back around, sparing no time for him to find just the right angle to work through your impossible armor.

His dismal attitude marked the next words out of his mouth, "You just- get a kick out of torturing me, or something?"

A hum- no, a laugh. He looked at you to figure out what it really was, and found your expression a little softer.

You looked around the room, head rocking side to side, "Mmm...Yeah."

Kuroo rolled his eyes at how much it took for you to be honest with him. He muttered to himself on the way to his bedding. You could leave if you wanted, but he needed to sit down. Dealing with you made him tired.

It was passive enough to get you curious again. You came around eventually, taking the time to mosey through the little aisle of space between where everyone slept. He only looked up from his hands when he felt you sit and lean against his side.

The flinch back was too strong to be ignored. He winced at the way your brows screwed up, forming a negative, probably wrong idea of him already. He could hear you being let down.

"You're all talk," Your voice was kind, dismissive, but your gaze pierced right through him.

He had to act like it didn't hurt, as if you didn't just twist a knife in his stomach.

It wasn't his fault you had conditioned him to be wary of you, if he wanted to stay in your favor- if he wanted a fair chance at pleasing you.

It frustrated him that you put him in a box so quickly, inspiring rough and ready action.

But you didn't back down from the quick, hungry kiss he stole from your parted lips. It was a challenge, after all. You met it, leaned freely into it- fingers filling with his messy, still-wet hair, while he palmed at your waist to pull you into his lap.

"You're not a-," Kuroo cut you off on purpose with another kiss, so you pushed him against the floor, eyes narrowed at his smirk, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

Fingers hooked under the waistband of your pants, searching absentmindedly for your panties, he laughed- genuinely amused.

"Fuck no," Was a sigh, distracted by the subtle but undeniable rock of your hips on top of him.

The sensation was so much better than his hand. He pushed against you, eyes scouring every inch of the perfect sight before him.

"Then why are you acting like one?" You pulled your shirt off, tossing it a reachable distance away.

That look in your eyes was back as you struggled to undo the clasp on your bra for a second; what he could now read as 'You better be worth it.'

Kuroo sat up with a quickness, forcing you to rock back and lean against his thighs, his brow sifting through the implication of your words, but his eyes ready to deliver.

"What, I can't be a little nervous?"

Big, agile hands slid behind you with another crushing kiss.

Your bra was off in half a second, replaced with his warm palms. He groaned against your lips at the feeling- you melted a little into his hasty touch, his wordless declaration of desire.

You arched into his touch, into his kisses descending in a messy, wet flurry down your collarbone and over your perky buds. The addicting sensation of his tongue made your thighs squeeze, your hips to rolling over his with a gasp as you unbuttoned yourself.

Those big hands swallowed up your sides easily, so pleasant compared to the cold air that made your skin prickle.

Soon, you were pushing him again, harder because he wasn't as easy to remove this time.

His eyes searched you, watching you get up and only concerned for a moment before you took the rest of your clothes off, standing over him. He realized he couldn't catch his breath, perfectly still in awe at your confident smile, that self-imposed nudity you used just to get a rise out of him.

"Shit," He groaned. His back of his head hit his pillow and he openly palmed himself to the sight of you.

Those cat-like eyes were blown out, so dark against the whites of his eyes, a little hitch on his breath already before you could even think about sitting back down. You nudged his shin with your foot to bring him back to the land of the living, telling him to take it all off.

The guy was a nice size- worthy of some of his cocky attitude, at least. You sat on him to slide back and forth over him.

"This what you wanted, pretty boy?" Your eyes were smiling, but your little frown was what completed the look for him.

The clipped whine, loud, though it never got past his lips, told you yes.

You put your hands on his chest so he had to watch you slide over his cock, coating him, showing him how wet you had gotten from that killer body he flaunted around so freely. He was kind of a whore, and you wanted him to know it.

It felt heavenly but he would never have guessed it, based on that pissed off pout you still had. His nails dug into the fleshy part of your thighs, a big sigh to collect himself before he let go, hands clasped behind his head. It looked casual, enjoying the view.

"You wanna know what I want?" He teased.

You cocked a brow at him, still using his slippery member to get off with little circles of your hips. He rode a fine line.

"I wantcha to sit on my face."

Kuroo blew a kiss at you. It wasn't the kiss, rather the good idea that made you slow to a stop and hum.

"Oh yeah?" Your low-lidded eyes burned into his soul as you dipped to eye level.

Your breasts squished against him, a thumb brushing his glossy lips- you took his cock with one hand and lined him up against your pussy, sensitive head rubbing back and forth.

The little bit of pressure against you, as he bucked instinctively with a throaty groan, helped your point.

He was under a spell, breath shallow, his fingers coming undone with the built-in need to steady your hips and fuck you already.

You spoke to that struggle in his eyes, "You sure that's what you want?"

Kuroo unlaced his hands and, when you thought you had him, sitting further back on his cock, he pulled you up and off of him.

"Was saving just enough room for dessert, baby," He muttered, dark and restrained, but still managing a little bit of humor to shine through.

He sure did. That slick tongue of his did more than just aggravate the shit out of you- he could guess what you wanted by how you were riding his cock. Nothing too aggressive, just dizzyingly consistent and enthusiastic.

Because it was the notion of worship that got you off. How good did it feel? How much did you want to fuck him? That depended. How bad did he want it?

"F-uck," You moaned under your hand, legs shaking under the locked pull of his arms, "Fuck-mmnh!"

Kuroo's excited, well-placed moans vibrated against you, faltering your balance at the worst of times.

You kept a rough hold in that mess of black hair and rode his flat tongue with no shortage of eye contact.

It was like you hated each other, how vicious those looks got.

You couldn't stand it. You'd be damned before you came on his tongue. He was going to give you your orgasm with his cock.

When you tried to get off, he readjusted his grip, stronger-- you had to start prying his fingers, one by one, off of your thighs. He loved how whiny and cute you got in the struggle, but noticed you never once begged him to stop.

You jumped, failing one last time to get his arm off, at his silly groan buzzing against your clit, "Ah-!"

It took pressing your palms against his face to get him to let go.

His gaze was brutal, taking in the way your legs shook, as he pushed the rest of you off of his chin and onto his aching cock.

There was no point in changing positions. It was obvious you wanted to be on top. He wanted the view.

"O-ohh," You threw your head back, eyes screwed shut, at that perfect, pretty cock stuffed in you.

Your tight pussy took the breath out of him. His hands filled with your hips, bringing you slow, up and down over what you had been too proud to admit that you needed.

His low-lidded eyes took in every curve of your perfect body, every little bounce he fucked into you, especially the shocked expression taking your face. It wasn't dissimilar to what you had looked like watching him earlier that day.

"That feel good, pretty girl?" He raked his nails gently across your thighs.

He seethed at the intense feeling of you starting to fuck him right back. It was a move he hadn't experienced yet with any other partners.

And you got to watch him completely unravel before your glossy eyes.

"F-uck-!" He gasped, "H-oh, shit," was spilling out of his mouth, between the light sounds of him bottoming out into your soaking wet cunt.

His brows were screwed up, real vulnerable- it sent a chill through you and ended swirling up fast, turning into tension in your tummy that he threatened to fill.

You prayed nobody was in the hallway, or they'd be able to hear some downright incriminating sounds.

Your palm pressed over his loud mouth, barely swallowing your own whimpering to tell him, "Shh..."

The way you threw your weight back into his thrusts demanded a very whiny cry into your hand. You knew it; you knew he was a whiny fuck. You clocked him so well from the very beginning.

Maybe he would've been more of a dominant presence if he was used to dealing with girls like you- or maybe he liked giving up some responsibility, once in a while.

His big, strong hands groped at your tits as they bounced, brushing his skin just enough to get some sharp, rolling pleasure.

He slowed, his hips rolling deep into you- he moved out of your hand and took a breath through his mouth to gasp.

"You better not cum before me," You warned, a little stilted because of how close you were, but deadly serious.

Your resting face was just so bitchy. You looked like you hated him, but loved his cock by the way you fucked him.

Kuroo kept his edge at bay with his eyes unfocused, trying not to watch you. Just for you, just so he could feel you cum first.

He was so grateful -barely holding on, just a dumb toy for you to fuck at this point-, to hear a high-pitched break in your gasps, "Mm-!"

"A-h-mmn-!" You kept your sounds muffled so well with one hand, forcing him to keep his at bay with the other.

The tension in your face was incredibly cute. Probably the only look of its kind, when it came to what you were willing to show him.

It was all he could do to fuck you to the height of it, rough but so dangerously close after that he had to pull out halfway through yours.

And boy, were you glad to be keeping him quiet. That guy could wake up the whole camp if he wanted to.

He came all over his own tummy, sweaty and out of breath, not even pushing back against your hand. He looked exhausted. You were tired, too, but didn't wear it as clearly. You spared a minute to catch your breath.

A slow, little peck to his forehead.

"All talk."

You slid your hand off of him and composed yourself enough to stand, gathering up your clothes. You grinned at the deep frown you were able to conjure while he was still swimming in post-orgasm bliss.

Kuroo groaned, sleepy and filling back up with something unpleasant, running his fingers through hair. He sat up, still glossy with cum.

You were nearly dressed when he was carefully pulling his pants back on.

He was so broody at your words, grumpy when you got a tiny glance at his face- there was a shared, quiet understanding that he still needed to walk you back, so you quietly waited for him to wipe off in the bathroom and pull a jacket on.

The journey to get out the door was comical and exaggerated in nature. Lots of looking around corners, waiting for people to get distracted, for you to slip outside. Thankfully his team weren't concerned with your whereabouts.

Kuroo still had not said a thing to you until you were back at Karasuno's lodging. You had already made your peace with this as the end of it, entirely, and understood he wouldn't want to look at you again after tonight.

When you about to turn, to go inside, he spoke up.

"Did you get what you wanted?"

It was mean and assuming. You deserved it a little.

"Did you?"

He deserved it too. It felt like you both lost, in a way.

You leaned into a last-second kiss, hands coming out of your pockets to run your fingers through his hair again. It fell naturally into a very long, lustful thing between you. His hands pulled you against him, hot and heavy, hardly ready to let go when you heard some stirring from inside.

"Fuck, no," He admitted, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.

The door was unlocking.

"It's a long training camp."

You said it vague enough so Daichi would have no idea what you meant as you walked by him.

He threw a hard look to Kuroo before closing the door, who returned it tenfold.

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kuroo x reader

LABELS: bff to lover, suggestive, not actually smut. more fluff. (you guys r obvi naked but nothing happens)

- just thinking of summer vibes. winter is making me saddd 😞😞

- i was really going for like a yearning intimate moment with this LMK if i did it well or nah

you and your best friend had spent all of the summer together. when he wasn’t playing volleyball, he was with you or kenma.

recently the heat had seemed to had an effect on both of you. your eyes lingered longer on your childhood best friend. he seemed to also be a lot more into you in general. finding any reason to touch you.

you grew up with him, being close to kenma as well, you were always around eachother. so of course to you, it was a drastic change when he had gone through puberty. he was no longer the boy that was constantly arguing about video games. he was a man, often offering to pick you up late at night and drive around until you ran out of gas.

tonight was one of those nights. nothing but you, him and music.

the sun was setting, pink in the sky. he was as handsome as ever. these nights made you feel like he was your boyfriend. even though you guys had never kissed or even talked about your feelings for each other, it was apparent.

“i have an idea.” he stated glancing over at you, one hand on the wheel the other turning down the volume.

“what?” you answer to him, tilting your head slightly.

“lets go swim.” he said randomly. most of your nights together consist of sweet treats and target runs. the idea of just you two alone, swimming in the sunset made you swoon.

“sure. let’s do that.” you beamed up at him.

after a quick drive you two had made it to a little lake. it was considered pretty private. and there was also no one in sight.

you started out the car, realizing a key thing you needed to have to swim with your crush.

“i don’t have my bathing suit.” you said to him.

he stared at you for a second, considering all the options. before his face grew blushed.

“we can just skinny dip?” he said while puffing his chest.

before you could respond he ran over to you with a laugh. he swooped you off the ground and started a fast jog to the dock.

“kuroo let me down!! i don’t want to get my clothes wet!! stop!!!” you screamed through giggles.

“no can do sweet heart” he said while laughing with you.

before you knew it you were in the air and now making contact with the surface of the water.

the feeling flooding your senses before you can come up for air. kuroo’s touch still on you as you breathe the air above you.

“cmonnnn kuroo” you say while you splash him with the water.

he gave you a look of excitement. before flashing you a comforting smile.

“you could just take off all your clothes, leave them out to dry” he said as if it was the most casual thing ever.

you looked back at him with love. you wouldn’t mind him seeing you naked. that’s just the truth. he’s seen practically almost all of you.

“i’ll do it if you do it.” you said grinning.

he shook his head a careful yes. he started taking his shirt off and you watched. not looking away. you examined all of him.

his biceps were noticeable. and of course you had seen him shirtless before, this just felt so much more intimate.

“your turn” he said coming closer to you. you could feel the small waves against your body as he closed in on you.

without any words you took your shirt off. leaving you in just your bra.

you felt his gaze. it was apparent, but you didn’t mind it. you welcomed it.

with his eyes trained on you, you slipped off your bottoms. leaving you in only your underwear garments.

he did the same. there wasn’t any words between you.

“can you… help?” you ask him, turning around and signaling to your bra strap.

you wanted him to help, you could do it yourself of course. but you wanted to see if he would.

he didn’t speak, he just made his way to you. you felt his touch on you. turning your head alittle to watch him. he undid your strap, slowly helping you take your bra off.

you had get to face him. you were nervous. it was all too real.

slowly you let your hands fall to your sides and you turned to him. he had your bra in his hand.

he didn’t look down. he looked you in your eyes. not once did he glance to see.

“you can look… kuroo” you said in a hushed voice, it was strained with nerves.

looking away while he studied you, the water coming up to below your nipples. he could see all of you.

you didn’t want to see what his face looked like. too scared of rejection.

“y/n…” he said trying to get your attention.

you looked back at him. you were met with a huge smile. he looked so happy it was borderline crazy.

you started laughing before responding with splashes of water to his face. he laughed back at you.

eventually you had slipped off your underwear, it wasn’t as noticeable because he couldn’t really see, but it felt like a closer connection.

he did the same.

you two swam together until the sun set and it was far into the dark night.

never once did you kiss. but his touch on your naked body felt like love that would last a life time.

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- idk if i even like this much at all. about to write smut but i was feeling all cute ig.

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Ink ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou

a/n: okay so actually im doing much better than i thought after my breakup which i never told you guys about but yeah :')

genre: romance, soulmate au

pairings: tetsu x reader

warnings: none :) cursing maybe

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you mumbled under you breath, letting out a sigh as you scrubbed the ink covering your wrists. he always did this. covering your skin with the most crude things in the middle of class, like it was funny.

and it might have been, if you were twelve. but no, you were a university student, and from what you knew, so was your soulmate. so you'd figure he would stop doing such childish things, wouldn't you?

once the ink was light enough to pass as unintelligible, you turned off the faucet of the school sink, wiping your arms dry with the paper towels next to the trash can. as often as you could, you avoided the cold bathrooms of the university, finding them far too unsettling to be in for more than a minute.

but of course as luck would have it, you got stuck after chemistry scrubbing obscenities off your skin.

with another heavy breath, you pushed open the door to the bathroom and hurried down the quiet hallways onto your next destination: calculus. not that calculus was particularly hard, the professor just made the content so.. boring. the old woman who taught the class was sweet, but so quiet and monotonous. you were hanging onto your grade by the edge of your seat.

a quiet whisper to your left barely caught your attention, but you paid no mind. you had no friends in this class, meaning it was probably not your business anyways.

but then there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, meeting the eyes of kuroo testuro. he was the biggest hotshot in your year, smart, attractive and quite popular. he was invited to every party, but he never showed up to any of them. most of all though, he was the annoying boy who was unfortunately placed in many of your classes.

he was always making jokes and laughing with his buddies. calculus was supposed to be one of your classes where you didn’t have to deal with him.

“look at that. it’s like we’re meant to be, huh?”

you narrowed your eyes, watching his pretty lips curl into a smirk. leaning back in his seat, his gaze flitted back up to the professor, going back to scribbling in his notes. letting out a breath, you turned back in your seat, trying to make it through the rest of your lecture.

as soon as the professor dismissed class, you hurried out, trying to make your way through the crowd and find the comfort of your dorm. an arm slung itself around your shoulder, drawing you into someone’s side.

you groaned, shoving kuroo away from you. “what, are you stalking me now?” he said nothing, smirking again as he stopped in place.

at this point, the two of you had made it into an isolated hallway near the back entrance of the maths building. it was the exit you took everyday. “y/n.” he called out to you, waiting for you to stop.

you turned slowly, raising a brow. if you ignored him and kept moving, you could make it to your dorm and lock him out. or to the security office where they’d tell him to leave you alone. either way it meant he would have to leave, and you’d make it to your nice bed.

a sly smirk slid onto his face, head tilted back with his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. his eyes glinted, watching as you tried to avoid checking him out. “how about i ask you for a favor, hm?”

warily meeting his gaze, your eyes narrowed and you straightened your back. “go to hell, im not interested.”

as your back turned and you made your way towards the exit, kuroo’s footsteps echoed slowly behind you, sauntering slowly towards you like a wolf stalked a bunny. he just barely called out to you before you pushed the door open, sending chills up your spine.

“you’ll come back to me. you’ll see.”

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you’d be damned if you ever admitted to kuroo that you needed his help. he had the highest marks in your year, practically a genius in the form of a cocky, annoying, hot boy.

it had been nearly a week since you began studying for midterms, and dread had begun to seep under your skin. every night was spent in the library, ears plugged with whatever music came on as you scribbled away in your numerous notebooks, running on two energy drinks. being a university student was no joke, you’ve learned.

a sigh left your mouth as you raised your hands above your head, stretching and shaking out your arms to rid yourself of the stiffness that came with sitting in the barely comfortable chair for hours.

“you’re going over this chapter again? i thought you had already.” you jumped, ripping out your earbuds and moving away from kuroo, leaning over the table at your side. he flashed a brief smirk, attention turning back to the mess of studying laid out in front of you. “you’re making this too complicated, try this way.”

he took the pencil from your hands, writing down the equation and solving it in a much simpler way. with furrowed brows you listened as he explained, sitting down in the chair next to you.

once he’d finished, he grabbed the textbook and wrote down a practice equation, placing it in front of you with your pencil. “here, try it. i can help you.”

as much as you hated to admit it, your heart was nearly drowning out your thoughts with how loud it was beating. kuroo was attractive, that much was true. not only was he physically attractive, he had a lot of redeeming qualities as a person. here he was helping you study, even though you’d shut him down before. you’d seen him with his friends, how supportive he was. there were deeper parts of him that you tried to ignore. there was no point in falling for him.

nearly an hour had passed at this point, and the energy drinks had begun to wear off. rubbing your eyes, you sighed, closing your textbook and throwing your pencil into your bag.

“thank you.” kuroo barely caught your mumbling, watching your tired eyes blink slowly, sliding over to meet his own gaze. your lips twisted and you averted your gaze back towards the rest of your supplies strewn across the table. this made kuroo smirk, resting his arm in front of you and leaning over you.

your gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes wide at the new proximity between the two of you. the blood rushing towards your face was making you heat up, your heart beating even louder than before.

kuroo’s dark eyes stared into yours, licking his lips slowly as you swallowed thickly.

“do i make you nervous?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, gaze trailing down kuroo’s face, lingering on his lips, his jaw, his neck. how did you go from being so adamant about avoiding him, to holding your breath just sitting next to him? granted, he was provoking you.

with another sly smirk kuroo leaned back into his seat, fingers reaching out to take a pink pen from your bag with one hand and wrapping around your wrist with another. keeping eye contact with you, he slowly dragged the pen over your skin, creating a thin pink line over your palm.

just as you were about to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, he lifted his hand next to yours, an identical pink mark over his palm. suddenly, there was not enough air for you to breathe.

he quirked a brow seeing your shock, and dragged the pen over your wrist this time, as you watched the mark appear on his skin after yours.

“how did you–”

kuroo placed a kiss to your palm, over the pink line of ink. another quirk of his lips and he stood, gathering his own things and waving to you.

“you’ll always come back to me, doll. you’ll see.”

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Kurō Tetsurō 🏐🐈‍⬛

Captain Squad 3/?

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[delara119]

Itoshi Rin is unbelievably amazing!!!!!!

Bro I love him so much. I love his skills, and his energy and everything!!!!!!!!!!!! I fell in love with him immediately when we met him!!!! He takes my breath away from his beauty, and skills!!!!!!!!! No surprise he is my guy, and my sister has another guy Kurro in Haikyu, so we don´t have to fight over Rin!!!!!!!! Thank god!!!!!!!!