#hq fukurodani

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY SIX: COCKWARMING FT. AKAASHI

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: fluff, fem reader, cockwarming, neutral dominance/submission, sleepy sex

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 710+

"i'll be done in about thirty more minutes. you can go ahead and get in bed, n/n"

those were the words that'd left the mouth of her lover before she'd gone upstairs to wait for the warmth of his familiar figure to soon encase her but instead, after an hour, she still resided on the bed alone.

lazily getting up from their shared space, y/n made her way down the stairs and into the dimly illuminated office only to be met with the tired eyes of akaashi. "i thought you'd be asleep by now"

"you said you'd be done in thirty minutes. it's been an hour" akaashi heard the annoyance and exhaustion seeping through her tone all at once, causing him to let out a small sigh. "i know, love. i'm trying to get extra work done so we can have the day to ourselves tomorrow."

akaashi's gaze fell upon the loosely hanging strap of y/n's silk slip, making her adjust it to correctly rest on her shoulder. acknowledging the fact that she noticed his not so innocent observance, akaashi smiled to himself when he saw y/n's annoyed eye roll.

"but it's cold without you"

"are you sure you're just cold? i thought i heard some familiar sound coming from upstairs" even though his eyes were still focused on the screen of his pc, akaashi noticed the way y/n shuddered at his words.

"keiji-"

"love, i know a way we can both get what we want" he interrupted, looking over to y/n as he stretched his hand out, offering her his hold. she took it and he pulled her down to himself to straddle his lap.

y/n adjusted herself against akaashi, looking at and, taking in the sleep deprived, yet salacious glint in his eyes. "let's keep eachother warm like this. i promise i'll be done in maybe.. another hour"

with a nod, y/n allowed her chest to press against the one of akaashi's before wrapping her arms around his nape, the slip that she wore rising dangerously high and y/n couldn't help but lean into akaashi's hold when the cold air grazed her thighs

he couldn't help but let a small sigh pass through his lips when y/n once again readjusted her figure. "what's wrong?" he question, noticing how y/n was still tense against him.

y/n only shook her head in response allowing akaashi to slightly switch his gaze to admire y/ n's features. he knew the answer to his own question and understood the fact that y/n just didn't want to interrupt his work.

"are you still cold, love?"

this time she nodded and akaashi tapped her back slightly as a way of telling her to sit up. she followed his indirected request before seeing him fumble with the strings of his sweatpants.

"you should focus on your work keiji, worry about me later"

"and why can't i be focused on both?"

leaning up slightly, akaashi placed his lips onto y/n's as their movements were practically rhythmic with each other. he felt y/n begin to relax more into his hold confirming the fact that she was needy for his touch.

moaning into the kiss when akaashi's make quick movements to move her underwear to the side, y/n couldn't help but hastily pull on the hem of his sweats and briefs down enough to expose his aroused member.

"is this what you were trying to get at upstairs?" akaashi questions, making y/n slightly groan at his confrontation. she slightly lifted her hips allowing her lover to guide her, making her gradually succumb to his movement.

y/n rested her head on akaashis shoulder, letting out a staggered breath due to the new pleasure filled feeling that was coursing throughout the entirety of herself. "let's stay like this till i'm done, okay?"

with a hesitant nod, she closed her eyes before taking a deep breath. "thanks, keiji" he placed a small kiss of appreciation to her temple, before managing to bring himself to focus on the screen of his pc. "try and go to sleep now".

she hummed to his words and with a smile, akaashi finally felt some amount of motivation to finish what he had left to get done so he could focus on the relaxing warmth of y/n.

[prick-love-for-arting]

Gym Badges!! including ones for schools with characters that are champion/elite four in my head because I still really wanted to draw them + names based on banners

[sleepinghellokitty]

Bokuto: I know that from the outside it seems like I have everything together Fukurodani Team: No, not really

[anime-freek]

[rinjjuei]

📝📝

bokuto icon commission for @/simpleparoxysm on twitter

[spoksstuff]

bokuaka set the standard so high 🫠

all credits to the original artist @KouKIKI9 on X

[eternally-tired-muffin]

There are 2 types of fukurodani captains and neither of them are normal

[phaelimbs]

— He had always expected you to be snarky, sarcastic, and somewhat arrogant. From the moment you entered the gym with that relaxed expression, eyes carefully scanning the events happening across the court, he knew you would be a pain in the ass. Much like Tsukishima who either caught their interest (Kuroo, Bokuto), or annoyed the hell out of them (Kageyama).

A returning manager in Karasuno wasn't exactly the "new member" he had in mind, with Hinata's very detailed description of being good with "pows" and "wham!", and the "sunshine" vibes you apparently radiate, the first thing that came to his mind was a new team player to strengthen the evolving team.

He had to admit, you were pretty. Maybe it wasn't the intimidating aura you reek of that caught his attention, maybe it was the thump of his chest and your whole being that mesmerized him.

Even the other teams shared the same opinion as him. Kiyoko was one serious person they respected, but they felt the energy that you'd put anyone who badmouths your team straight to their grave, all they felt was fear.

He kept looking at you throughout practice matches, much to his dislike. The way you carefully watched the team as they did their warm-ups, all while occasionally looking across the room, locking eyes with him.

It wasn't until Kuroo took the opportunity to walk up to you, interested to know about you like how he was interested to know Tsukishima. Striking up a conversation isn't really his forte (at least, not with someone scary), so he simply watched. And with that, your demeanor changed.

Instead of scowling like they expected, you smiled. A bright, friendly smile stretched across your face as you engaged in a conversation with Nekoma's captain. Fiddling with your hands as you politely answered his questions he himself had been dying to know, he realized you weren't trying to intimidate them, you were just shy.

Hinata was right, you did radiate like sunshine.

And as the evening comes to an end, you'd found yourself talking to others as well, getting along with the other managers and becoming closer with the other members. He's promised to himself to talk to you, atleast once until the Tokyo Training Camp ends, before he loses the opportunity to know you more.

— Akaashi Keiji, Kenma Kozume, Yaku Morisuke

[areioshq]

I've never drawn Akaashi before…🦉✨

[quantaart]

Happy birthday, Keiji!!

[clawsdevour]

our own?

wc: 1.9k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, akaashi x reader, pregnancy, oral (f!receiving), smut, fingering, not proofread

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It’s late, maybe around midnight where it’s pitch black. The lights are off, you can’t see anything and it’s dead silent in your neighborhood. But you were in bed, under the covers with your husband of five years, Keiji Akaashi.

His arms covered by a grey long sleeve are wrapped around your waist while your hands are wrapped snuggly around his neck for a little cuddle time before drifting off to sleep. The embrace turned more into Akaashi’s favor while he’s playfully shuffling around with you. Eventually he ended up on top of you with his forearms at the sides of your head. 

The intimate little giggles you two breathe out alongside the sounds of you both rubbing against the bed sheets. You’re the first to lift your head up to land a kiss on his cheek. You could feel the smile creeping up on his face while he’s leaning lower for more of your gentle pecks that he always enjoys. Gradually, you made your way to his delicate lips, his half lidded eyes drooping down to take all of your kisses. 

Lips on his to share a heated kiss, your hands in his messy black hair. His fingers trailing up to caress the side of your face. A slow but cherishable kiss, his plush muscle making way into your mouth for further arousal. Massaging your tongue against his till you’re both out of steam.

Coming to a halt for a brief moment connected by a single string of saliva, your ragged pants radiating on eachothers skin. Akaashi takes this time to slip off his long sleeve, you’re slightly able to see his toned torso through a sliver of light that the curtains were unable to cover. 

Akaashi’s coming back down head level to you, wanting to continue kissing you, and maybe do something more tonight. That was until you put a finger on his lips telling him to wait, he’s pulling back just a bit, giving you some room.

“Keiji, do you think it’s about time?” whispering despite knowing there’s no one else in your bedroom besides the man you love. He’s puzzled at this question, you can’t see clearly but you know his brows are slightly furrowed trying to understand what you’re asking him.

“Time for..?” His finger massaging tender circles on your waist, a bit concerned for what you have to say.

“That… we start having kids of our own?” Silence, the room was. His finger stopped rubbing the warm and comforting circles.

Akaashi’s frozen in place. Astonished at the words you just spoke. His eyes were wide in shock, as this was the moment he’s been waiting for ever since he got down on one knee with that ring in hand. 

“Keiji?” The lingering quietness was so long due to him having to process this moment. 

“A-Are you okay with that? I mean like, having kids?” Akaashi’s seeking your approval as this was just casually and suddenly brought up.

“Yes, as long as it’s with you.” Rising up, your hands reach for his neck once more before trailing his body down with you as you fall back onto your fluffy pillow, stroking the side of his neck in comfort.

“Alright.. as you wish, love” he’s grinning from ear to ear with a few chuckles of happiness, peppering your face with his light kisses.

Your hands roam around his chest, moving lower where you felt something hard building up underneath the fabric of his sweats. Akaashi’s already stiffening from excitement. You didn’t realize a warm hand had slid up your shirt, fondling with your breast with its heated touch. His fingers massaging against your little nub causing you to squirm slightly underneath his frame while you continue to make out with him.

His flushed face separates from your faintly swollen lips, letting a cold wisp of air tickle the surface of your skin. Tugging the waistband of your pajama pants lower, he’s shuffling on his knees, down under the covers. His large hands at the sides of your hips, mouth latching onto your stomach His sloppy heated kisses making contact with your skin, a ticklish sensation arousing. You’re sliding out of your shirt, also leaving your chest vulnerable towards the cool air that hardened your nipples. 

“They’re gonna grow in here for 9 months, hm?” his breath muffled while he continues to peck your stomach. You’re mumbling out a ‘yes..’

His sensitive kisses make you want to bury your fingers in his messy hair to make him reach further down where your legs started to rub against each other, trying to resist his daunting stimulation. With each kiss he’s gradually dragging your pajamas further down, revealing to him your slightly wet underwear.

Pants off, you’re left in nothing but your panties. Akaashi’s laying flat on his chest between your legs, his index pressing against the damp fabric before hooking his digits on the sides to tug down to reveal your bare cunt. He’s faced with your bare slit, glistening with slick when you parted your legs further for his broad figure.

His warm fingers make its way onto your intimate area, using his thumbs to spread the outer lips to the sides. Feeling a hot puff of air, his mouth makes contact with your clit. A foreign sensation playing with your sensitive and smooth muscle, an increasing grip on the sheets twirl and crinkle around you.

His tongue is swirling around your heat emitting core in short but stimulating strokes. A few whimpers turned into moans when he started to pick up the pace, flicking your nub with all his power.

Moving just a bit beneath your clit, his mouth makes its advance into your entrance. Trying to lap up all of your rapidly overflowing juices caused by all the pleasure you’re receiving, attempting to insert a finger in to stimulate you further. 

His slender and long digit slowly being swallowed up the moment he presses against your hole that yearned for his touch, coming back out coated with your shining essence. You’re biting down your lip and pressing your head against the pillow to try and resist moaning even louder the more you came closer to your climax. 

“Feel good?” His husky quiet voice tickling your thigh, struggling to mumble out a ‘mhm’ without whining instead.

Akaashi’s adding in another finger to stretch you out. Your cunt’s taking all of him well while he’s pressing gentle wet pecks on your inner thighs. Clamping down around the added size, he’s working at a consistent pace to make sure it won’t cause any discomfort later on.

His stature rises back up where you’re head level with Akaashi. His lips longed for yours that called out his name, coming back up to make out with you once more while his fingers continue to move with haste. Reaching your orgasm, you cum on his fingers, feeling your cunt throb when his fill leaves your sopping entrance, a small whimper escaping your lips. 

“You ready?” Akaashi’s a little winded from the intimate tension rising in the air. You can feel his eyes piercing into you.

His body moves off of you for a second, he’s reaching for the nightstand forgetting that you wanted his seed in you that night.

“Wait Keiji! We won’t need that tonight,” your hand coming onto his forearm to stop him. He’s returning back to his stance that towers over you.

“Sorry, I forgot haha” giggling at his little mistake, he has one mission that night and it was to fill you up with every drop he had in store for you and get you pregnant with his child.

He’s taking off his sweats, leaving them somewhere to be picked up for the next day. His painfully hard erection standing, a hand slowly it stroking up and down, a bit of precum shining in the light.

“O-Ooh..” feeling something dense and warm prod against your wet slit. 

“Tell me if anything hurts, okay love?” reassuring eyes darting at you while you nod in response.

Akaashi’s guiding his cock up and down your folds, collecting your wetness on his length for a smooth entry. Lining himself up at your heated entrance, he tilts his head up to look at you for your permission. 

“Keiji, put it in.. I want you in me” telling Akaashi you want to make love with him, for real this time. His tip slides in without any trouble, causing you to quiver in satisfaction while he’s steadily pushing his way in.

Your gummy walls take his shape and form, making your pussy his. Akaashi’s giving you a moment to adjust, lips on the surface of skin he has free reign over. Feeling a moist and warm latch onto your right nipple, he’s continuing to satisfy you as he waits.

Grinding your hips to know that you want him to start thrusting, he’s leisurely rocking his hips into you. His gentle thumping, large hands moving underneath your knees to hold you in place, lips kissing places only he can kiss. 

“You feel so good, I’m already near just being inside…” Akaashi’s cooing softly throughout grunts of pleasure, feeling a pulse grow the more he clicked his pelvis into yours, your breasts moving to the rhythm. A subtle squelching sound starting to arise the more power he started to put into each movement. 

Your moans mixing in with every crisp audible sound resonated in between your walls. His tip prodding deeper, searching for your sweet spot while his length rubs against your insides in delight. 

“R-Right there, Keiji” pressing just a bit further, he found it. He’s angling every thrust to hit your sweet spot while your legs trembled with pleasure. Your whimpering and moaning continues to grow in volume while he’s exceeding his limit for you. 

Legs twitching under his hands while the heat continues to build up in your stomach, you’re so close to another orgasm. He’s now mercilessly pounding into you, his consistency starting to break as his plunges became sloppier. The sound of skin slapping increasing with all the noises.

Akaashi’s slowing down to more sensational strokes that had you curling your toes, about to reach your release while your grip on the bedsheets increases and stiffens. You can feel his cock twitching inside you while he continued to graze your bundle of nerves with every thrust. 

Seeing stars, you came once again. Breathless whilst releasing all the tension in your body while you take all of him until he plants his seed inside. Akaashi’s still got stamina to keep going, but what’s stopping him is now is how he’s about to burst inside you from all this pent up stimulation he’s been trying to resist. 

“I’m gonna cum, can I..?” his beady dark blue eyes watching your silhouette nod.

His hot fluids spurt out from his throbbing cock, coating your insides with his milky, thick essence. The warm liquid’s filling your pussy to the brim while Akaashi’s moaning out in pleasure. The grip under your knees releasing, letting your legs slowly fall to the sides while he’s huffing for air.

Slowly sliding out from your cum filled pussy, he’s eying the masterpiece he created with the sliver of light peeking out from the curtain working in his favor. His thick essence slowly seeping out from your swollen pussy before settling his body on you for a comforting hug.

Wrapping his arms around you, he’s shifting himself to be underneath you despite being exhausted and sweaty. Giving you two a moment to settle down, the heat increasing between you two.

Akaashi’s planting a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst sweeping the strands of loose hair to the side. He’s gazing at you in awestruck while thinking about the future you’ll create together.

“You don't know how I longed for this.”

masterlist here

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY NINETEEN: DRY HUMPING FT. SEMI

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: needy semi, dry humping, y/n is half asleep lmao, clothed sex, heated

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 610+

semi let out an annoyed groan after checking the time on his phone for the fourth time tonight. he's been trying to fall back asleep for the past hour and a half but he just couldn't get into that peaceful state. he only noticed the real reason of his struggle when y/n leaned closer into his hold, brushing up against his 'problem'.

he let out a sigh at the sudden contacted and lost friction against his clearly aroused erection. he backed away a bit, trying to ignore it but let out a sigh when a whine escaped from y/n's lips due to him loosening his hold. "n/n-"

his words were abruptly interrupted when he quickly bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a groan when y/n, once again made contact with his erection. he propped himself up onto his elbow, taking a look at y/n's sleepy expression. she was partially awake but looked like she'd fall back asleep any second.

semi did feel bad but the desperate need for relief and sleep were being balanced out with discomfort. "n/n" he called once again, this time, being met with y/n's gaze that would falter due to her eyelids feeling like the heaviest thing ever. "I cant sleep" he mumbled, placing small kissed to her cheek and slightly parted lips.

"why not?"

semi pulled y/n's figure closer, purposely grinding against her lower back. "semi, I'm tired" she mumbled through a small groan. "it hurts" a whine was laced into his words, desperation finally falling pass his lips when y/ n denied him. "you wont have to do anything" he suggested, his desperation giving him an idea that'll help the both of them.

y/n finally opened her eyes, flipping over onto her back before seeing semi's figure hover over her. he settles himself between her legs, leaning down to press an apologetic kiss to her lips and neck. semi shifted his hips in a swift motion, grinding his clothed erection against y/n's also clothed sex.

he felt sensitive due to his prolonged arousal as he moaned against y/n's warm skin. semi felt like he could reach his peak just from grinding against y/n, alone. the friction and y/n's moans were enough to get him off. his hand's mounted its place on either sides of y/n, his moans fanning against her ear.

he created a back an forth motion with his hips, the satisfying pleasure making a stream of curses fall beneath his lips. semi felt the way, y/n's hand laced into his hair, tugging at the strands when his motions met with the sensitive bud of her fabric restrained core, which then became seemingly unbearable.

"semi...are you gonna cum?" she managed to ask, the friction that she also felt, making her breathing unsteady though her question. he answered with a small hum, his groans formed into curses as he applied more pressure in his movements. semi could only spew profanities into the craves of her neck to override the overwhelming sensation that came over him and his slight embarrassment from his desperation.

with one more motion of his hips, he let out a satisfied and shaky moan, his arm muscles tensing from the pleasure. semi felt the sticky substance of arousal seep into the fabric of his bottoms, the adrenaline rush finally calming down, making him feel embarrassed of the whole situation. "I'm sorry for waking you up" he mumbled, managing to lift his head to look at y/ n.

she smiled tiredly, leaning up to meet with his parted lips. "I've never seen you so desperate"

"shut up"

[sleepinghellokitty]

Akaashi: Is stabbing someone immoral? Kenma: Not if they consent to it. Bokuto: Depends who you’re stabbing. Kuroo: YES?!?

[haikyu-mp4]

it’s a rainy day at summer camp. one of the few evenings that greeted you with bad weather instead of the setting sun, and the result was Fukurodani’s volleyball team gathered around a small tv and taking turns in a Mario Kart tournament.

you walked into the room with an order from the coach to tell everyone to quiet down, and was intrigued by the choice of game and their lack of talent in it. “you guys suck.”

everyone who wasn't playing at the moment turned abruptly, some squinting suspiciously and some laughing. “think you could do better?”

and so you were thrown into the tournament, and oh boy did you knock them off their pedestals. they didn’t stand a chance.

it earned you almost everyone’s desserts from dinner the day after, and you happily munched on pudding cup after pudding cup while they pouted about it. you shared plenty of them with the other girls as well, and you all enjoyed their defeat thoroughly.

fast forward one year later, Bokuto has made friends with Nekoma’s captain, making Fukurodani and Nekoma closer than they were with the other teams.

when Bokuto is particularly annoyed with Kuroo’s taunting after he missed some spikes in a practice game, he challenges him to a round of Mario Kart after dinner. Fukurodani vs Nekoma, choose your fighter style.

Kuroo walks into Fukurodani’s room that evening, carrying Kenma along while the setter is still playing on his console and not even paying attention. the captain looks smug, confident in his best friend’s ability to win. until he sees Bokuto standing with his arms crossed and shielding their chosen fighter.

a couple of the others from Nekoma’s team had joined, curious as to why Bokuto would challenge them in video games when he knew Kenma was there. “why do you look so smug?” Kuroo asks suspiciously.

“because we brought our secret weapon,” he answered, dramatically moving to the side and gesturing towards you. you sat patiently on a pillow, waving at the other team and smiling brightly.

“hi, guys!”

Kuroo laughed, letting go of Kenma and waving back at you. “y/n, fancy seeing you here.”

Bokuto rudely pressed his hand into Kuroo’s face. “none of that, don’t distract our player before the match!”

and while they fought, Kenma sat down beside you, finally turning off his console as you held out the other controller for him. “making me second player, hm?” you laughed at his remark, nodding.

“home base is always first player,” you teased. Konoha patted you on the back and smirked at Kenma.

“you don’t stand a chance.”

he did stand a chance. it was a close race, and you must admit you broke a sweat using every little trick you could think of.

however, it was just a chance. one he didn’t master, and you ended up with a clear victory after a mystery box gifted you with three glorious red shells on the second round, ruining any head start he might have gained.

the whole of Fukurodani’s team got up and cheered, many shaking your shoulders or ruffling your hair to praise your efforts. you looked to the side, ready to taunt Kenma a bit, but he was already staring at you. his catlike eyes made you flustered, and you quickly looked away. “I’m going to bed. good game, Kenma!”

Kenma watched the highlight reel after you left, and Kuroo had to practically drag him out of there as he could barely accept his loss. red shells don’t always mean you win. how you use them matters, and you use them perfectly. the way you drifted as well was beyond any technique he had seen before in real life.

the day after, Kenma comes over to you table with his dessert as a peace offering, and sits down across from you with his head down. “so you’re a gamer, what else do you play?”

“not really a gamer, my cousin just always brought Mario Kart for family holidays.”

Kenma stared at the table for two minutes in silence as you continued eating your lunch and chatting with your team’s other managers until he finally broke out of his trance. “can you teach me?”

“sure, catboy.” you were already eating the pudding cup, giving him a teasing wink now that he seemed so shy. this was the start of a blooming friendship.

masterlist

/when me n @cottonlemonade start brainstorming, great things happen

/this is a drabble in my head but it’s way too long for that… also, what do you think nekoma owes fukurodani after losing??

[cretenu]

⋆.˚ PICKUP LINES ˚.⋆

content: kuroo tries to rizz you up with awful pickup lines. kuroo x fem reader

warnings: none

notes: it seems like we r all on board with the loser kuroo agenda based on that one post i made LMAO so here u go <3

soundtrack: from the start - laufey

tetsuro kuroo is a loser. yet, you couldn't help but fall for him.

his tall build, charismatic personality, even the pickup lines. oh, the pickup lines. they're horrible, and they're the only way kuroo knows how to flirt. you were sitting on the sidelines of a practice match between karasuno and nekoma during the summer training camp. as a manager, being sent hot glances and heart eyes by the players was not foreign to you. however, you would have to be blind not to noice how this bed-headed try hard had been glancing at you throughout the week. everyone noticed, especially his teammates.

"kuroo, what is up with you?" kenma asked. he was the first one to see that kuroo looked like a deer in the headlights. "hm? nothing, why?" he answered. kenma sighed. "really? you keep looking at karasuno's manager over there" he said rather loudly. kuroo ignored him as he got into position for the next play. "serve it up, fukunaga!" kuroo said loudly, giving kenma a hard stare.

nekoma ended up winning the practice match. as karasuno headed for their penalty lap, you sat by yourself briefly before noticing how kuroo was now talking to his equally spiky-haired friend-- and they were looking at you.

"just do it bro!" bokuto said. "she'll fall for you, trust me!" bokuto couldnt be casual if he tried. he talked with his whole body as his voice echoed throughout the gym. "keep it down!" kuroo said, giving his friend a firm nudge. "you really think so?" he whispered, glancing at you. "absolutely my dude." bokuto said confidently. "if not, i'll uh.." he looked around the gym, considering his options. "oh! ill run a lap around the gym in my underwear!" he exclaimed. "and i don't wanna do that, so go get yourself a lady, kuroo!" he patted (slapped) kuroo's back twice.

as you watched the interaction play out, there was no doubt that they were talking about you. and now, kuroo was striding in your direction.

you panicked. hard. it was something about his lanky build, his confident demeanor. he looked so incredibly awkward, too. as he approached you, you tried to defer your eyes to the match happening on the court over. he cleared his throat, making you jump. kuroo was now towering over you. "hey." he swallowed before taking a deep breath.

"are you made of uranium and iodine? because all i can see is you and i together."

you stared up and him and blinked in disbelief. no way that of all things came out of someone who carried himself with such confidence. before you could laugh at his awful pickup line, he offered you his hand to shake it. "tetsuro kuroo" he said. "i uhm. couldnt help but notice you throughout the week. what's someone like you doing as a manager, huh?" you couldn't help but laugh. he was a nervous wreck. he held his composure pretty well, but you saw right through him.

you shook his hand. "nice to meet you, im y/n. and yes, ive seen you staring at me this whole week, tetsuro kuroo." you teased. kuroo sighed and looked back at bokuto, who was, of course, looking in his direction. "listen. my friend over there told me that if i made a fool of myself, he would run around the gym naked." your eyes widened at his remark. "so, for the sake of everyones eyes, will you go out with me?"

you finally looked into his eyes and smiled before remarking, "of course. for the sake of everyone's eyes." he smiled, feeling affection for your sly remarks. as karasuno came inside from their penalty lap, kuroo departed from you, sending you a wink before joining the rest of his team.

kuroo is a loser, but god its so perfect. he swoons about you to his friends, just loud enough so you can hear without him knowing. he acts suave around you, even when he's melting inside. and no matter how long you've been dating, he will always use those awful pickup lines. and every time he does, you fall for him a little more.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[zumicho]

everyone adores you (at least I do)

© zumicho all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, steal, plagiarize, or translate my works on any platform.

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♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ BOKUTO KOUTAROU X GN READER DRABBLE

TAGS / CWS : plenty fluff! here’s my lil treat to u :)

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bokuto loves like it’s breathing.

he loves with all 5.

1. gift giving, the heart shaped eraser he gave you in fifth grade. everyone else got rectangles and squares.

2. words of affirmation, the way he beamed when you first called him kou, instead of bokuto. now he refuses to let anyone but you call him that. constantly calling you petnames.

3. acts of service, making you breakfast even if he burns it, learning the recipes and putting it before brushing his teeth, or taming his bedhead — because you’re his first priority.

4. physical touch, never not touching you. he acts like he would die if he wasn’t. the pinky linking, head leaning, and the big warm hugs, even when he’s sweaty and sticky after a match (you let him anyway)

5. quality time, he watches all your stupid movies and shows with you every weekend after practice. will call you to ask what snacks you want him to bring home. “my fridays belong to you, babe.”

koutarou’s the loudest in the room—the brightest, the goofiest. the sun spills out of him and the moon wishes it could shine as big.

not a single soul in this world doesn’t adore bo.

and you’re okay with that. you’re okay with sharing. because his type of love is meant to be shared, not kept. you refuse to cage him and give in to the selfish desire for that light to be yours and yours alone.

little do you know, you’re the one he chooses.

you’re the one he adores.

you, are the light

in his universe.

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author’s note: dedicating this one to myself i love him sm i cant even put it into words :( everything everything about this