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Hi theree!! If you dont mind, can you write iwa, kuroo, akaashi having a major crush on cool reader who is very good in hiding her feeling

kuroo x hard to get!reader p. 1

hey!! thanks for the request! this was originally meant to be all one part, but had to split it because of word count/pacing. nsfw to follow, reply to be tagged in next part pls!

warnings. lite!nsfw, minors DNI

details. kuroo crushing on reader / player!kuroo / hard to get!reader / kinda fuckboy!kuroo / kuroo pining / cool!reader / karasuno manager!reader / flirty!kuroo / future smut / a dash of whiny kuroo / vague feelings / noncommunicative!reader / failed?courtship / 2.2k words - reply to be tagged in next part

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"What's a pretty girl like you doing at a training camp?"

That was yet another version of a weak line you heard often. Emphasis on weak. The Nekoma captain lost your attention before he could even begin; made plain as day in a quiet sigh and the way you squeezed your clipboard closer to you.

All Kuroo noticed was how it pressed your chest up, real pretty in that tank top. It was the first time in days he felt an ounce of gratitude for the still heat of this summer, the lack of circulation in the gymnasium.

"What's the matter?" He chuckled, puffing his collar to get some air on his warm skin, "You shy?"

Guys that drooled over you, obsessive but ultimately bitter, made it so hard for themselves. There was nothing more attractive to you than a guy who just told you straight up what he wanted, what he liked about you, how it made him feel. But they always found it necessary to add extra steps.

You didn't have the time.

He followed your eyeline for a second, towards your team warming up, and threw a glance at his own. When he first saw you, he thought this would be quicker. The game would start soon and he needed your number, fast.

"That's alright if you are," Kuroo kept at this line of reasoning -surely the only reason you wouldn't look or speak to him- and leaned closer, "I'm into that."

The assumption was a little ridiculous.

You turned your chin away from him as if he wasn't there, then took a step forward, closer to the court, with a resigned hum.

A surprised, breathy laugh at the action. His brow furrowed a moment, not at all used to navigating around this kind of reaction, and finally understood that something was off. Yet, it still didn't occur to him that it was disinterest that motivated your avoidance.

A squeakity-squeak of shoes approaching, quick but heavy, didn't help at thawing your icy demeanor. He did notice that you at least looked at the captain of Karasuno.

Kuroo straightened up to his full height, shoulders squared at his mirrored rival.

"Kuroo."

"Sawamura."

"Is there a problem over here?" The subtle squint in his eyes let Kuroo know that he was suspicious of this bullshit right away.

They were a step away from whipping the measuring tape out. You rolled your eyes but it went vastly ignored.

"Don't know- you should go ask your team." Kuroo tilted his head, eyes low- threatening.

He didn't have the patience here to keep up appearances. Rival school was enough. Now he was cockblocking? There was simply no time to waste when he could already tell you wouldn't be so easy to crack. He liked your challenge, not Daichi's.

"Oh, okay-," Daichi's fake smile fell away to reveal a chilling scowl, "It's like that?"

Kuroo didn't miss a beat.

"Yeah, it's like that."

You cleared your throat, a successful interruption and deterrent: "He was trying to ask for my number."

His jaw almost hit the floor. He couldn't believe how blunt you were.

Daichi, delighted, laughed at Kuroo's shitty, rushed cover-up to hide how surprised he was.

He couldn't stay to keep throwing digs; there was a game to get to and he only had a minute to spare in the first place.

After you waved him goodbye, you turned around and walked towards the side wall for Karasuno's gear, all strewn about and disorganized. You began tidying up before the game.

Kuroo remained.

He stood still, dumbfounded that you walked away from him, at how easily you could speak, and shook his head full of growing doubts. He couldn't believe you didn't want him just yet.

Eyes locked on your pretty figure from behind, bent over while you gathered Karasuno's half-full bottles into the hefty carrier, he ran his fingers through his hair and prepared himself.

He was next to you, squatted down to help you collect every bottle.

For a minute he said nothing. He simply helped you clean up. You appreciated it only to an extent, because you knew it came with conditions.

One of the last bottles sported a message, scribbled in capital letters across some tape, 'DO NOT TOUCH' signed, 'TSUKIshima.'

The corners of your mouth tugged up at how quick he found the means to designate his own bottle. He really did hate it when the other guys drank from 'his' bottle. You sympathized with him, backing him up when he got uppity about the germs.

While they were supposed to share, part of that understanding was that they also shouldn't touch the mouth of the bottle with their lips (and most of them did, anyway).

As you placed it into the upper left corner of the carrier, where he often liked to put it, you smirked again at how the name scrunched up where he couldn't fit all the letters onto the tape.

"So you can smile."

You frowned. He was nothing if not persistent.

Sure, that alone was a turn-on, but it was obvious that he was ill-intentioned and misguided in his thought processes.

You didn't want him to feel like he won you over. You wanted a guy like him to beg a little. Step off the high-horse, get his hands dirty, work for something.

He clearly wasn't used to having to use his brain when it came to women. Guys like him pride themselves on how easy it is; they walk with a certain confidence, a coolness because there's no pressure to make accommodations in their behavior for girls they like. They can spend all their time playing shirtless sand volleyball and wait for girls to get in line.

When you stood, you slid the box of extra rags towards the water case with marked effort. He didn't help you with something so difficult- he was still reeling in the fact that you ignored him again, after he helped you.

If he chose not to chase after you, you could at least be the first time he got turned down so harshly. Both outcomes served in your favor.

He came to his senses a bit late. You both stood, and you had to dodge his unnecessary grab for your team's equipment.

"Let me help you with that, babe--,"

A scoff made him freeze again.

You shouldered the box of rags and balanced the heavy water case on your hip without so much as a word. You made your way outside to go fill the water case and dry out the rags in the sun.

His chest felt... tight.

Why did that hurt so bad? Fuck, what was he doing? Frustrated, he shook his head and walked back towards his team, at the end of their warm-up. He never had to work this hard for some chick's number, or even a laugh. In fact, since he never got turned down, he felt a sense of entitlement to -at the very least- your attention.

The fact that you wouldn't look at him was a unfamiliar mixture of sexy and cruel.

"Having some trouble?" Yaku's suggestive tone grated his nerves like nails on glass.

"Fuck off," Was a defeated sigh rolling off his tongue.

He sounded so gloomy that Yaku found the explicit discourtesy funny.

In your absence, he was able to focus on getting himself and his team ready-- he needed to worry about winning this game. He got the impression you didn't settle for losers.

They were all in position at the start. He took a breath to center himself.

"Let's go!" You shouted. Innocent, encouraging, with two thumbs up towards your team.

It was hardly audible over the constant noise level of the other games going on, but a sharp look still shot over to you.

He was able to dial back that momentary weakness by forcing himself to watch Suga instead, up to serve- literally anything, anyone else, but discovered his own unfortunate reality was that he could not tear his eyes off of you.

It made for a tough time. He had to balance his mind's bias (checking out just how soaked your little white tank top got from filling up the bottles outside) and the objectively greater value of keeping his head in the game.

Yet, his failure to stay focused didn't hinder his team's performance. He was able to translate his desire to an easier task; giving you a good performance.

You didn't have any distraction from it, the way he did.

So, the distance that the game called for made your heart grow fonder of him.

He couldn't keep digging his grave from so far away by opening his mouth, to put it simply. And more importantly, you could recognize how gorgeous he actually was.

Tall, tan, handsome- yeah sure, whatever. That tall, straight nose bridge? His high cheekbones? That dark, messy hair that just kept getting fucked up because he ran his hands through it when he was nervous? The way his jaw flexed, more defined, when the ball went back over the net? How the veins in his forearms grew plumper the longer the time ran? Anytime he touched the ball, really, and the sounds that left his mouth with each impact?

It got hot, pretty fast.

As you scribbled notes for your team's plays, the observations about how an opponent like Nekoma operated became increasingly more impressive. Kuroo wasn't the peacock-superstar you had assumed him to be.

He made room for his little blond friend, and facilitated his team with a kind of responsibility and restraint that you found yourself getting absorbed in. Your clipboard was the only presence grounding you for the last round, usually pulled towards your chest or covering half of your face.

Pearls of hot, dripping sweat made little wet spots on his shirt as he waited for the ball to come to him, completely immersed in the game. God, was he good.

It wasn't the most groundbreaking realization of all time, but it helped your opinion of him shift favorably. Your vendetta against his sly confidence began to chip and crack with every save, every slam, every hasty wipe of perspiration from his face.

The ball once seemed to find its way to you close to the end of the match, in a sneaky curve around the antennae.

You stutter-stepped back as three Nekoma players chased after it. Kuroo dove for it, slamming onto his side-- right where you were standing seconds ago.

He hit the ground with a loud and labored groan.

You watched the ball as it soared through the air, still in play thanks to his sacrifice. He scampered back up and joined the court again all too fast- it made you wish the ball had hit you so he would've stayed for longer.

The final score wasn't even close. Karasuno lost the second round 15 to 25. They were too scattered, trying out too many new things at once.

It didn't even feel like a real win to Kuroo, until he spared his thousandth passing glance to the sidelines.

And there you were. Finally looking at him.

A big grin overtook his face and he had to displace his excitement by running both of his hands through his sweaty hair. It's not like you were obvious, shit you still looked at him like he was the dirt beneath your shoe, but at least you noticed him.

It was brief, but it was enough.

You understood your slip-up just as much and broke away, growing warm at how one tiny moment could be so telling. You moved towards your team.

It took your knowledge of where Karasuno came from to understand that it wasn't a genuine loss, it was only an investment; getting the chance to work out these kinks with real competitors would serve them in the future. That's why you weren't upset with any of your guys when they jogged off-court. You held out their bottles and spoke only to the seniors when they looked like they wanted your commentary.

"You're all getting better. Hang in there," You patted Asahi on the back, who needed the extra reassurance, and nodded to Suga, who barely needed it at all.

Daichi clapped and rounded up the rest of the guys with a motivational shout, the third-years leading the way for their drills, but he made a brief stop to skim your notes.

"Keep your head up," You muttered, focused on the trouble you found in his expression.

He quickly grinned and thanked you- as he faced the exit, the concern was back almost right away. It didn't help having to move past Nekoma's huddle on the way out.

"Oooh, shocker!" Kuroo snickered, still giddy with pride, as Daichi walked by.

He wiggled his fingers at him with a jovial smile. They were almost nose-to-nose for a moment.

Your keen eyes caught Kuroo mouth a sweet and saccharine 'Bye-bye.'

Evil, silly sounding giggles under a bitten lip amused you, but you didn't make it known.

He was funny, quick-witted, and so pretty. You wanted to see how long you could drag this out. Ideally you'd string a guy like him along for the whole camp, if possible. Or break him. Whatever came first- all you knew at the moment was that you were down to entertain this.

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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.

[kt2245]

I'm struggling with college sooo... yeah

You were sitting at your desk, textbooks open, notes scattered, highlighter in hand. Exams were creeping closer, and you were determined to focus. The only problem? Kuroo Tetsurō.

He was lying on your bed, watching you with the most dramatic pout you had ever seen, like a cat that had been ignored for too long. Every few minutes, he would sigh loudly, shifting around, making sure you knew he was suffering.

"Babe…" he whined.

"No," you said without even looking up.

"But you don’t even know what I was going to say!"

"I do. You were going to say, ‘Babe, come cuddle me,’ and the answer is still no," you replied, underlining a sentence in your notes.

There was silence. Then, suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders as Kuroo leaned down from behind you, his chin resting on your head.

"I just think," he murmured, "that you’d absorb information better if you took cuddle breaks."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh really? And where’s the scientific proof of that?"

He grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. "You’re looking at it. I’m a living example. I cuddled my textbooks before exams, and look where I am now."

"You’re ridiculous," you muttered, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

Kuroo took that as encouragement and wrapped his arms fully around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Come on, just five minutes? You’re all tense. You need a break."

"I do not."

"You do." He started peppering light kisses down your neck, and you felt your resolve crumbling.

"Tetsu—stop that! It’s distracting!" You tried to wiggle away, but he only held you tighter, chuckling.

"That's the point, sweetheart."

You groaned dramatically but finally sighed in defeat. "Fine. Five minutes. But if I fail this exam, I’m blaming you."

Kuroo wasted no time pulling you onto the bed, wrapping himself around you like an octopus. "Yeah, yeah. Just means I’ll have to tutor you. And by tutor, I mean more cuddle breaks."

You huffed but melted into his warmth, secretly glad for the break. Maybe he had a point—just maybe.

[lunamochii]

i just know he have a praise kink

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kiss my lungs…

— [ nsfw ] :: unprotected sex, a little rough? maybe.

— wc :: 1.1k

she leans against the doorframe, watching him as he leans over the balcony. it’s way too hot and their ac only does so much against the humidity.

he’s shirtless, like he always is at home and his back looks so good. his eyes are closed as if he’s pretending he’s anywhere else but here, where it’s so hot his pants feel like it’s a second skin.

“smoking kills” she grins and he huffs, looking back over his shoulder at her. she’s pretty everyday but especially like this where she looks flushed and irritated because of the weather.

her top is loose, an old raggedy volleyball jersey from his high school days at nekomata. she refuses to get rid of anything from that time and he’s more than okay with it. it’s happy memories, his carefree days where all he had to worry about was exams and volleyball and kenma.

he still cares about volleyball, his career is perfect the way it is but it’s not as carefree as he’d like it to be and he’s not getting any younger.

kuroo doesn’t know when he started smoking, it’s a shitty habit and he works out 4 days a week to keep his body in check so he knows smoking is so pointless and it makes him a hypocrite because he’s always lecturing kenma about good eating habits and staying healthy.

he kills it and turns towards her. it’s too hot but he pulls her against his body anyway and she complains, pushing him away but it’s half hearted.

“it’s too hot for this” she huffs, “you’re clammy”

“and you’re sexy” he teases, his voice low and he wants to kiss her but he wonders if she might punch him in the jaw. he’d deserve it, for smelling like cigarettes.

“how cheesy” she scoffs but she’s smiling and it’s his favourite type of smile. the one that makes her eyes disappear and it’s the smile she reserves only for him.

“is it too hot to hold you?” he pouts and she rolls her eyes. she knows him too well and knows exactly what he means especially when his hand his sliding underneath the old volleyball jersey and his planting kisses down her jaw towards her neck.

she feels sticky and uncomfortable from the heat but it’s weird how his kisses bring a whole different kind of heat, one that makes her knees weak.

“just a little?” he whispers, biting her earlobe and she hides her smile, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck.

“are you always this desperate?” she asks

“for you? everyday baby” he laughs, pulling back to look into her eyes. he could write poems about them but he’s trying not to be too corny, she’ll make fun of him for it and cry like the adorable little shit she is. he loves her.. he wants to marry her.

“pervert” she scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief but she wraps her arms around his neck when he does lean in and she’s the one that kisses him, giving him a pass for the cigarettes and he knows he’s not touching another box ever again after this.

they don’t need to go too far, their couch is close and he doesn’t think he can make it down the hallway to their bedroom. he doesn’t want to.


he bends her over the couch, lifting the old jersey up but keeping it on. he won’t deny that he’s a pervert.


sue him.

he slaps her ass playfully but when she moans, he smirks and does it a few more times, much harder.

“tetsu!” she gasps, grabbing a cushion and it’s cute that she thinks that’ll save her. his grin is menacing as he slips his hand between her thighs, sliding his long finger through her messy folds. she gets wet easily and he loves it.

kuroo loves how her body responds to his touches. he loves how she trusts him completely to make her feel good. her toes curl when he whispers in her ear, his finger slipping inside her.

“just like that baby” he kisses the spot below her ear, “what a good girl”


she tries to hide her moan by biting her lip. it’s too early to be loud like this but his so skilled with his fingers and his other hand kneads her ass cheek. she thinks she might pass out anytime now and it won’t be from overheating.

he teases his cock against her entrance. it’s so slippery and he moans, loud and unashamed. he paid for an expensive penthouse so they could be as loud as they want.

“fuck” he groans, pushing just the tip in before pulling back out. he’s teasing both of them but he can’t help it. it feels better every time they do this.

he likes to think he’s a hopeless romantic on most days but he also does enjoy fucking her over the couch like he’s about to do like they’re just horny college students all over again.

she grips the cushion hard as he slams forward, his own toes curl. it’s soft and velvety inside her and if he could, he’d stay like this forever.

“more” she moans, “please”


and how can he deny that? when the love of his life is begging him to fuck het while she’s wearing his old volleyball jersey? that would be cruel.

he grips her waist hard enough to hurt, to remind her where he was days from now. he’s going to repeat this same process tonight and again tomorrow so she always feels him.

his big too and he smirks at how eager she is despite the tight fit. she likes that it hurts, enjoys feeling him when she sits or bathes or when she’s walking.

he thrusts hard but not fast, it’s his favourite way to have sex. it drives her crazy, makes her beg so prettily but he never gives it, not yet at least.

“oh baby but you’re being so good” kuroo teases, sounding breathless, “you take it so well, don’t you?”

“yes!” she nods eagerly, her pretty lips swollen from their kisses but also the way she bites it when she thinks she’s hiding her moans.

he grips the back of her neck and uses the other hand on her hip to keep her in place and he picks up the pace. he’s deep and he knows it by the way she whimpers and she always complains the next day that it hurts but she cries out for more that he can’t bring himself to feel that bad.

“good girl” he praises, “there you go”

she nods, agreeing with him in her delirious state. her eyes are blown wide and her mouth hangs out now. she paints a filthy picture and he wishes he could take a picture but he doesn’t want to stop now just to grab his phone.


he’ll remember for another time.

“my girl” he bites his lip, his head tossed back, “all mine”


and kuroo loses himself in her, completely forgetting about the heatwave and his box of cigarettes laying on the table outside.

[clawsdevour]

blazing

wc: 0.2k content warning: post-timeskip, kuroo x reader, smut/suggestive, not proofread

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the smoldering heat emitting from kuroo's touch spreading all throughout your entire being as it embraces down towards your curves. your mouth stings and puffs as his teeth playfully tease and bite on your rosy lips.

back pressed coldly against the kitchen counter contrasting heavily with the radiating heat between you two. kuroo's big grip and thick fingers around your waist pulled you closer to his body as you continued receiving his love bites.

'wait- it's so hot..' you paused for a second to feel the cool in nestle between the gap.

fingers on his broad tender shoulders, gently squeezing on while his eyes resist hunger and desire as kuroo stares you down to the bone. his lips are swollen but he still managed to lick off the lip gloss left off of you.

backing off, you take off your shirt in one smooth move, letting the cool air touch down onto your skin, leaving you in small shivers until your arms reach back for kuroo's face that's frozen in awe.

accepting your advances, ducking under your chin kuroo's leaving his nasty marks of territory all across the free reign of skin you've given him, eyes locked with yours.

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[theglitterypages]

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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[tetsuswaifu]

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 ! 🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

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.

[madlyney]

Spilled drinks and new beginnings.

Timeskip Tetsuro Kuroo x gn!reader Wc: 648 words Tw: kms statement(out of frustration), no use of yn or pronouns Syn: A string of unfortunate events leads to an awkward encounter with a charming stranger, changing the your catastrophic day.

“Wow, okay,” you thought. “The universe hates me.”

In an hour, you’ve managed to step into mud and ruin your new sneakers. That’s going to take a lot of cleaning… After that, a strong wind blew the documents out of your hands, scattering them everywhere. Thankfully, there weren't many people around, so it saved you some embarrassment as you chased after the flying papers, which some landed in the pond, and some straight on the dirt ground.

But that's not all. You even thought someone–whom you didn't even recognise, was waving at you. In confusion, you waved back as you tried to recall who the mysterious person was, only for them to walk past to someone behind you–not without shooting you a weird look. Out of embarrassment, you wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself inside forever.

Eventually, you thought your streak of bad luck was over when you bought yourself a cup of your favourite drink. Distracted with the treasure in your hands as you walked, you bumped into a relatively tall man, the contents of your cup then all over his crisp white shirt, some on your own as well.

“This is it. I’m so going to kill myself,” you mumbled to yourself.

From the impact of the collision, you stumbled backward and hit your back on the pole behind, earning a hiss of pain from you. The now empty cup fell out of your hand and rolled towards the man’s black leather shoes. Hurriedly, you regained your posture and dipped into a 90-degree bow repeatedly, a string of apologies spilling out of your mouth as you ignored the lingering pain on your spine.

“Hey, take it easy,” he said, his tone mixed with concern. “Don't worry, I wasn't looking either. Is your back alright? Seems like you took a harsh hit…” 

Surprised by his calm and concerned tone instead of a furious one, you looked up, only then realising how good-looking this man was. “M-my back’s fine.” you cringed at your stuttering. “I am so, so sorry about your shirt… May I pay for your dry cleaning? It was entirely my fault, I- I wasn't looking at all and now your shirt is wet and stained…” You grimaced at the big splotch on his shirt.

The man shook his head, an amused smile played on his lips. “As i said, don’t worry about it, or the dry cleaning. This shirt is old anyway." He picked up the empty cup near his shoes and tossed it into a nearby trash can. You watched his movement, your gaze slowly going up to his face. Despite his messy, bed-hair-styled hair, it looked somewhat flattering on him. The silver wristwatch shone, reflecting the sunlight rays as he tucked his hand into his pocket.

He looked up and down your appearance, clearly intrigued by the mud on your left sneaker, and how the documents that were stuffed crumpled in your bag would be soaked or had dirt on them. “Bad day, I assume?” he asked.

You nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, and this doesn't really make it better.”

A small moment of silence passed, but you don't miss how he went over your appearance. He thought how your pouty expression as you mulled over your bad luck was sorta cute, not to mention how respectful you were when you began apologising at a rapid speed, obviously feeling guilty that you had ruined his shirt. But his shirt was the least of his concerns then. 

“I think I know how you can repay me,” the man said as he took out a piece of paper and pen.

Your brows furrowed, curious as to what he began scribbling on the paper before handing it to you. “I hope you’re free this Friday. There’s a good restaurant in Shinjuku. Wouldn’t be fun to eat alone, though.”

Written in the paper was ‘Tetsuro Kuroo’, along with a phone number, presumably his. You looked up at him with a look of disbelief. “Yeah, I’m free,” you said, containing your excitement. Did you just manage to score a date with a really handsome guy just by spilling your drink over him? 

With a short chuckle, the man you now know as Kuroo, nodded. “Great. I’ll pick you up, then. Text me anytime.” 

Note: lets ignore the fact that Kuroo didn't asked for ur name… he found out what it was when you texted him later that day :p

[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! 💖😆👍🏻)

[takes1]

so in the bokuto x inexperienced! Reader, is he ACTUALLY experienced or is he just infatuated and cocky 😭 hes giving me “virgin but ive watched a lot of porn and can figure it out” energy and I love that for him

p.4 bokuto teaching inexperienced!reader

this is a great question and a great separate prompt. i decided to go with the former to stay with my original idea, but i DO like the other option a LOT. would be soooo!!! accurate for his character.

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / BIG praise kink!bokuto / himbo!bokuto / sweet, dumb!bokuto / inexperienced!reader / possessive!bokuto / f!rec oral / grinding / clumsy antics / making out / flirting / heavy petting / 2.7k words / reply to be added to taglist for final part

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. part one here. part two here. part three here.

"No bra?"

Bokuto clocked instantly, excitement breaking a barely-there filter, a big cheesy grin still not enough to loosen you up.

"Um," You took your hands back, crossing them over your chest, "Actually- let me go and--,"

Bokuto seethed with an eye roll you couldn't see. He was being playful as he sat half-up to capture you.

His strong grasp settled around your hips, "Ooohh no. I'm not waiting again."

Maybe it was the shirt that inspired him to be extra touchy. You looked like you were properly his.

His eyes scanned you; a burning, unyielding kind of expression that said: No pants, either. Juuust the shirt.

Those hot hands were in constant motion. They rubbed, massaged, your hip joints, the fleshy sides of your ass, and his thumbs would prod into the front of your thighs. It felt good- it helped you relax, because it wasn't too much.

"I meant to ask," Hesitant, and slow, you placed your hands back onto his shoulders, "You've been with other girls, right?"

The attempt to counterbalance his subtle pulling was a failure. You both giggled when you stumbled forward.

"A- few, yeah."

He looked like he was going to say more than he did. You wondered how he felt about them, now.

"Right... obviously- um, sorry for asking," You laughed.

The back of your knuckles flitted across his chiseled jawline. Your tummy was already in knots, but when he leaned into your touch, you melted a little more inside.

Having to pretend like he wasn't so outrageously attractive was odd. In moments like these, where you could slow down and look at every detail in his face, it was natural to acknowledge it.

A simple sigh, "You are so stunning."

He looked up from your hips. His piercing eyes and growing grin added to all of his prominent features, but tempted you to look away out of discomfort.

"You think so?"

It was spoken like he might not have believed your comment.

"Yeah, of course-! You're-," The words stumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, "You're like, out of this world hot- I don't get why you're wasting time with me."

Bokuto firmed up quickly. He held a determined, focused expression that felt out of place as you searched for what you could have said wrong.

"Woahwoahwoahwoah! Don't say shit like that!"

"Like what?" Was your much smaller, quieter response.

His palms slid up under your shirt, then back down to your hips. He did this repeatedly while he thought.

"I dunno- I'm-- I'm not-," He groaned, "I'm not good with words. But... I don't like pretty girls who don't know that they're pretty. It's kinda lame."

You sort of understood what he meant. You didn't mean to put yourself down, but you considered it fact that he was out of your league. The way you spoke was mostly to address that.

The intellectual struggle he was having made it much more endearing, though. He was dumb. You found that you liked it more than you thought you would.

"Not that I think you're lame!" He clarified all of a sudden.

God, yeah, he was slow. Too many volleyballs to the head.

You chuckled, an affectionate sound, and he grinned again. He wasn't so scary when you got to talk.

"So, you think I'm pretty?" Was your first ever attempt at a real tease.

It was so successful that he slid his hands to grab all the way around your butt, smushing your tummy against his face with a big, maybe too loud of a groan.

You were shushing him, giggly, through his, again, too-loud confession.

"I don't think so, I know so!"

The foreign sensation through his (your?) shirt had you confused for just a moment. You looked down, hardly able to see what he was doing, but realized he was pressing kisses into your stomach through the fabric.

You smiled at how sweet it was, how good it felt. He trailed those slow, warm kisses up between your breasts, to your collarbone, and you only started to firm when he got to your skin, along your neck.

Bokuto could feel you tense up.

He pressed another gentle kiss to your skin, then met your worried expression.

"Hey- I don't bite," Was a soft reminder to relax, to not get lost in the nerves.

His gaze fell to your lips. You watched it happen, you watched his pupils grow, his thoughts running rampant behind his eyes.

A little mutter, a little empty, if anything, "Promise..."

His kiss was sweet, and slow, and soft. You felt guilty for not quite knowing how to return it.

The reassurance came in the form of his hands reaching, holding, the back of your head and the side of your face to keep you still, angled just right.

You barely returned the pressure- nervous, that he would get turned off if you tried too hard.

It felt like he was sending volts of electricity straight down your body, not a single vein or muscle exempt from the sensation. He parted for just a moment, to shift or something. He kept his hands on you.

Dumb, you took a breath to apologize for not knowing what to do, but his lips were crashing back onto yours. It was messier, not as perfect, this time.

You chuckled against his mouth, hands jittery, pressing on his shoulders with the intent to move from him. To maybe collect yourself, adjust, say sorry again.

But he was rougher, and you felt his warm tongue swipe against your bottom lip- you flinched.

"Mmh-!" It was hard moving away from him because he followed you.

He was breathy, his lids low, only focused on getting more. Your stiffness was one-sided and not serving you very well.

One hand took up most of the real estate on the side of your neck, more than enough to direct you, while his other arm wrapped around your waist. He pulled you in and started to lean back.

You slipped forward at his haste and tried to catch yourself with your knee.

It missed the edge of the bed where you tried to land. It clipped right between his legs instead.

"Augh-!!" He wheezed.

Powerful thighs were squeezing yours tenfold- his hands flew from your body to cup himself as he continued falling back. You stayed standing, more or less.

You gasped.

"I'm- so sorry-!" You pried your leg out from his and held your hands over your mouth. That was a first.

He groaned through a closed-mouth, eyes screwed shut.

"Mm! H-mmm-mmm-mmn-!" His muscles twitched, seized, and you felt dirty for liking it.

You slowly climbed up next to him as he came down, or at least grew quieter, from the blow.

"I'm sorry..." You repeated, eyes unsure of where to get their fill. Your hand brushed the hair off of his forehead, gentle and slow. You really didn't want him to go, but even you could see now that you were a lot of trouble for very little payoff.

But God, he looked unreal, all squirmy and flexed and half-naked next to you. Your thighs twitched with the need to stimulate yourself.

Bokuto was slowly blowing his breaths out, loosely palming his junk when he began to blink his eyes open, up at your distracted stare.

He laughed. Quiet, at least for his standards- it made you blush.

"You're real cute," He admitted, looking up at the ceiling, "And even though you're the most nervous chick I've ever met--,"

You glanced at his face, frowning.

"And Kuroo is gonna fuckin' kill me whenever he finds out-,"

You wanted to smile, but didn't.

"And you-," He grabbed your nose again and wiggled it, laughing at the way you batted his hand away, "Kneed me in the balls-!"

"-I still. Really. Want to fuck you."

His candid ranting, unfaltering eye contact, charmed you. It would've been romantic if it wasn't so filthy, but it was effective in its own right.

"I want you, too," You said, ultraquiet, staring at his hand in your lap, then at his hips, "I'm just- new."

Bokuto was fully recovered. He sat up, so mindless that you weren't sure if your words were lost on him, and adjusted your body so he could pin you on your back. It was more of a way of telling you that he'd be more intentional this time, taking the lead.

The way he slid, so sure of where to put his weight, his arms, his face, all snug against you was dizzying and impressive. He belonged on top, for sure.

"I can show you. We got all night," He reminded you.

An eager, messy kiss to your cheek made you giggle. It softened him, for a moment.

His groan was a smiley, throaty confession against your neck, "God, your laugh is so cute."

Your violent shiver was scooped up, muffled in his arms as he rolled his hips, slow and teasing, against you.

The quick squeeze of your thighs around him was a reaction to both the intensity there, and the fluttery pleasure of his tongue and teeth, nipping and sucking under your ear.

"Oh-h, my Go-ah--," Got muddled together, bitten into his meaty shoulder in a humiliating whine.

Bokuto couldn't get enough of whatever that was.

He carelessly began making deep, dark bruises all over your neck- with you none the wiser- pressing that soft, tight pussy against his tortured cock. And you filled him up, fueled his dangerous ego with how breathless you were, how your phrases started to lack real words, and pitifully weak squeeze of your legs around him.

"M-mnh," His head rose, meeting that blacked out look in your eyes for only moment before he stole your 7th, 8th, 20th kiss.

He briefly thought about what he was making of you, how nice it would be to be able to fully call you his.

Big palms slid further down, rubbing the warm, worked, inside part of your thighs while he sat up to take a good look at you. You already looked like his little whore. He soaked the image up, just like how you admired how unreal he looked, sitting hot and bothered and hard between your thighs.

"I can make you feel soo much better," He heard himself promise in a far-off sigh.

You were still shy, but the curiosity was finally shining through.

"What did you have in mind?"

You even let him push your shirt off, since he was so slow and nice about it, and you tried not to shiver under his hands.

He held a sharp, nasty smirk, a false hum on his breath. You weren't stupid, you knew what he was trying to accomplish by wiggling to his stomach.

Despite wanting it real bad, your hands covered your burning face to try to calm yourself down.

He sang, "I've been told that I have a big tongue."

You were prepared to laugh at him. Your curiosity got the better of you-- you peeked through your fingers and realized he wasn't kidding. The tongue he stuck out for you was wide, and flat. A barely-there whimper died in your throat.

"I'll be slow," Thick fingers liberated you of the soaked material, his cock twitching at the sight of your pretty pussy.

As he pocketed his more-than-earned keepsake, he was briefly able to palm away some of the ache.

He kept his voice sugary-sweet, "Buuut you should tell me what you like."

Big, muscular shoulders pushed up against the back of your thighs and you couldn't look- you had to squeeze your eyes shut, head towards the ceiling, instead.

A big flinch as he added, one final thought, "If you can."

He swirled waves and waves of pleasure into you with his gentle tongue. It was a kind of delicate act you hadn't been sure he could deliver on, but his skill was a gratifying surprise.

"Oh-h," Your thighs twitched against your will.

Bokuto was the type of guy to take his ability to make you feel good very seriously.

He was the kind to get a little too into some article thread about Misogyny and its Complicated Relationship with Sex, then make it his secondary goal to be more 'attentive' from that exact moment on. A hasty, incomplete, but well-intentioned effort shaping his sexual habits, his unique views, super-charged with his need to 'be the best.'

The webs of his fingers filled with the front of your thighs, firm, with groan at how you rolled your hips up into his mouth.

It swirled into the horrible regulation of his self-esteem, at some point.

Similar to his night-and-day approach to volleyball, and made it impossible for him to fuck up in bed without feeling guilty, or like he was 'bad' at sex. That's why he was so experienced. Women usually didn't want to stay with a guy who took their lack of pleasure that personally- it was an ick.

With you, there was less pressure. He only understood this in a limited way.

"A-ah, yes- just like th-at," Your fingers found his frosted tips, pulling at the darker, softer roots.

His hips sank harder into the mattress, a broken groan at your declaration. He was good? The notion needed to be checked, so he glanced up at you.

He caught your cute, twisted expression. A smug smile flashed under his swirling tongue at how you covered your face again.

You gasped, hot with embarrassment, "Mmh- fuck, don't--,"

Yeah, he was doing well. He sucked a soft kiss to your clit and got a strong squeeze in return.

He wondered how loud he could get you. If he could somehow let every guy downstairs know that you were off limits, not just because you were Kuroo's sister, but because he was up here making you feel this good.

Most of his touches had been noticeably rough, and rushed, and a bit too excitable up to this point.

But he had no urgency between your legs. No desire to move to the next thing.

There was more pressure as he slid his tongue further down, towards your entrance, then a lighter, more fluttery feeling the closer he got to your clit.

It was a kind of method that reminded you that you were not the first, and you probably wouldn't be the last, to get eaten out by this big hunk.

As concerning as it was, Bokuto simplified your thoughts with a careful and practiced pleasure.

You wanted him.

This was worth stooping down a level for. You wanted to feel his lips again, his touch, his hold, and you were sure that you could shoulder the burden of not being exclusive, or whatever payment had to come with it.

He was funny, and kind, and sweet. He had already showed you so much about your own body. You didn't want him to go and you didn't want to stop. You couldn't stand not knowing, anymore.

"A-after- tonight-- ahh-," You gasped at the way he held your free hand, sandwiching it between his palm and your own hip. There was a sting at your eyes, "Can we- mmh, see each other again?"

It took a full minute for him to register what you said, then what you meant, then what you implied.

His mean, strong suck to your clit was more of a punctuation, because he quickly climbed over you-- an intense, stormy look in his naturally wide eyes.

You were panting, slower to react, in the absence of his mouth.

"You thought I was gonna ditch you after this?"

You blinked the burn away, thighs flexed and trembly as he affixed his weight back on top of you.

Even he could tell you were bothered by the idea. Struggling with it, maybe, for a while. He realized you weren't going to say yes or no.

"I'm not a monster," He glanced around your pretty face, pained, that you thought so low of him, "You know that, right?"

He wanted to be your first, then the second, third, and so on. He didn't think that far ahead, but he knew with certainty that he wouldn't stop craving you after just one night.

"Baby, you're not gettin' rid of me," His quick, fervent pecks across your troubled face sent you into a surprised, delighted laughter.

He giggled with you, big arms scooping around you as he caught a ticklish part of your neck in messy kisses.

"Mm-mm! Noooo, you're not!"

Your laughter, happy, unrestrained, was music to his ears.

His mind was everywhere. Half-focused on those sensitive spots that he needed to remember for later, half-focused on how badly he wanted to tear you apart.

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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.

………………………………………………………………………………….

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

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Happy Birthday

Tetsuro Kuroo (17th November)

Haikyu!!