#kuroo blurbs

[lunamochii]

you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text

bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro

[bokutoko]

i was reminiscing about my beach vacation earlier this summer, and my mind wandered to…

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you looking out at the horizon as the sun peacefully dips behind where the eye can see. closing your eyes, you listen to the soft crashing of the waves, feeling the water crest at your skins. taking a deep breath, you smell the salty ocean air, intensified by the soft breeze that blows your hair out of your face. the seagulls’ cries from above sound nostalgic in a way you can’t exactly place.

you wonder, is this paradise?

a click shifts your attention, and you turn around to catch him standing there with a camera.

“i told you to take pictures of the beach, not me.”

he smirks, “why not both?”

you roll your eyes, unable to stop a small grin as you run up to him. he keeps snapping pictures of you as you approach, and you end up chasing him in small circles in the sand.

click, click, click.

“stop! you’re wasting storage that way!”

he lets out a laugh, and you catch that same beautiful crinkle around his eyes that you’ve loved since you first met him. “it’s never a waste when it’s you.”

yeah, you think, this is paradise.

koutaro bokuto, shoyo hinata, yuu nishinoya, koushi sugawara, atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, tooru oikawa, your fav <3

a/n: writer’s block makes me ill. also i want to go back to the beach CRYINGGG

like my work? check out my masterlist!

navigation

please do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bokutoko 2024.

[kitashousewife]

thunder, lightning, and rain make for a hectic combo. especially at three am.

the boom of nearby thunder startles kuroo awake, sitting up in a scramble to figure out what on earth that could have been. he rules out the neighbors, considering they’re elderly and keep to themselves. he knows it couldn’t have been anything inside his own apartment, nothing he owns is heavy enough.

just as he closes his eyes once more, thunder roars again.

he sits up fully now, heart racing just a bit from being woken up so intensely. blurry eyes look around for his phone on the nightstand where he left it hours earlier, and he unlocks it as quick as he can. kuroo’s fingers barely stumble out text to you, and he hopes he doesn’t wake you.

but, and he’s the first to admit it, he’s scared.

kuroo knows it’s bad for him, he knows he will be awake for the rest of the night, but he needs a distraction. he turns on the tv in his room, flicks the lamp on, and tries to drown out the noise around him. he winces when he notices you calling.

“hi,” his voice is tired, a little worried, and soft. “did i wake you?”

“no,” your voice is just as tired. “some thunder got to me first,” you yawn. “i thought of you, though. are you okay?”

there’s a pause.

“i know you hate storms.”

he sighs. he does, but he doesn’t want to talk about that.

“what did you do today?”

you snort from the other end. “it’s okay to be scared of storms.”

kuroo says nothing. you sigh.

“i worked, and after work i went to the grocery store. they didn’t have what i needed so i went to a different one. then i came home, unloaded everything, made some dinner, and did some laundry. i actually think i fell asleep on the couch at some point. what about you, tetsu?”

the entire time you spoke, he sat with his eyes closed. losing himself in your voice, letting it comfort him like no other thing could in the moment. lightning illuminates his room as you get your question out, and he yawns.

“work as well. we also had a company dinner at that new bar a few doors down from that tea shop you like. then i went home, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, watched the last few minutes of a practice match and went to bed,” he yawns again. “was actually sleeping quite well until this whole show.”

you laugh, and he smiles. he braces himself for another rumble of thunder, but he doesn’t hear it.

“why don’t you tell me a story?”

“a story?” you yawn, and he frowns a little.

“you don’t have to, it’s late. i’m just…it’s okay. don’t-“

“how about i tell you about my sisters new boyfriend? oh my, i just…”

he closes his eyes again, and gets comfortable. he focuses on your voice, laughing and gasping at each bit of information you give him. he feels his heart rate slow, finally becoming tired once more.

and when he falls asleep on the other line, you wish him goodnight with a smile. you hang up, put your phone back, and fall asleep hoping he wakes you up again sometime soon.

[raisunomii]

University AU setter squad (also known as gc: japans finest) who get into way, way more trouble than they can afford. It always ends with Iwaizumi, Daichi, and Kuroo (who are the designated setter rescuers) on the way to the local station at 3am. They've driven there like 90 times for reasons no one wants to repeat.

Kuroo and Bokuto don't understand how their boyfriends, of all people, keep getting into this. Kuroo sure as hell doesn't understand how Kenma ended up with a scar running from his ankle to knee, and Kenma's explanation of "river" doesn't do much for him either. Akaashi should know better than to get into bar fights. Bokuto finds that Akaashi does not, in fact, know better when Akaashi comes home with a busted lip. It's okay. The other guy looked worse.

When Oikawa calls Iwaizumi at 5am because "oh my god iwa they're going to make us do crack" he damn near has a heart attack. Iwa's out of bed in, like, a minute, and he finds Oikawa and Kageyama at a fucking bath house in Tokyo, of all places! And they're trashed! Kageyama's never been as scared for his life as he was on the drive back to iwaoi's apartment.

Sakusa expects it. Sakusa's pretty well aware that his boyfriend's awful and gets into weird shit. He draws the line at waking up with Osamu Miya in his bed. Or, at least, he thinks it's Osamu, because Atsumu dyed his hair fucking BLACK last night and didn't tell him! Atsumu's banished to the couch for two nights. Daichi prefers not to remember what Suga gets up to. But Suga makes it really, really hard when he comes home with a tramp stamp. Daichi yells "You're gonna be a teacher, Koushi!" when he sees it, then settles for shaking Suga by the shoulders as he just cackles.

[katescorner]

coworker!yamaguchi who's a barista at the local coffee shop with you. he's shy and soft-spoken but does his job extremely well, so none of the managers care that he's really weak on registers. talking to people isn't exactly his forté. he'd rather make drinks anyway.

alternatively, coworker!yamaguchi who easily steps in at the register when a rude customer begins to yell at you about her order. he places himself in front of you, hiding you from the absolute karen in front of him. the usual sparkle in his eyes falls flat despite the cheery (albeit empty) tone he takes with her.

"we're sorry to hear you weren't satisfied with your order. i'm happy to remake the drink to your taste free of charge."

"see, this is how you should be treating a paying customer! snootiness and rudeness will get you no—"

"as long as you apologize to my coworker first."

coworker!yamaguchi who watches the light drain from the customer's eyes. she splutters, speechless, and it's only as he pointedly stares at her that she begrudgingly turns back to you. she mumbles an apology with a scoff but an apology nonetheless.

coworker!yamaguchi who remakes her drink quickly and sends her away before immediately reverting to his shy self. he's a blushing stuttering mess under your gaze even as he asks you if you're okay.

and in the mean time, all you can think about is how much more of a mess he's going to be when you slip him your phone number.

[misfit-megumi]

so I just saw this post on Tiktok where a waitress got double sat, because the children were on a date and wanted to sit on a separate table. And she thinks "Ah, Teenagers." But they're 7 years old, had a crush on each other since the date they met as toddlers and the boy just wanted to take the girl out on a date. and the parents are sitting on a different table close by and the children giggle and have fun, order grown up food and share desert and even drink alcohol free champagne because they are on a date.

That sounded so cute, but I couldn't for the life of me think of the right character for this... do you have an Idea?

OH OH OH!!! this is the sweetest thing ever 🥹

if we're talking about the parents, i think kuroo would be the best pick. he noticed his son was paying too much attention to daichi's daughter during one of their visits but didn't want to push on it because 1) they're too young and 2) he doesn't want to get ahead of his child, he wanted his child to process his emotions, and when he's ready he'll come to him.

so years pass and kuroo's son decided that he's a big boy already and wants to properly take his crush out on a date. because that's what men do. he's seen his daddy do it to his mommy, so maybe if he does it to his crush then she'll be happy like mommy. and maybe, just maybe, he can earn a kiss on the cheeks, too? his cheeks warmed just thinking bout it. but where do kids go on a date? and how will he ask her out? so baby boy went to his daddy to ask for advice.

when kuroo heard his son sharing his dilemma, he felt his chest swell with pride and relief. you and kuroo did right in raising your son. so he arranged for everything: booked a reservation at this child-friendly restaurant, asked daichi's permission in advance so daichi wouldn't be shocked when his little girl comes bouncing to him about a date with a boy, gave his son some tips on what to wear and how to confess to the girl of his dreams. he didn't want to take credit for anything, but maybe, he went a bit overboard? but hey, that's what parents are for, right?

if we're talking about the kid's point of view, i think mirio would be funny. like imagine him pestering reader, following her around while talking her ears off with silly jokes. he just wants, no, needs to be around reader constantly when they're in daycare. there's something about reader's expression that gives him cute aggression!! but as much as he wants to squish her rosy plump cheeks, he wouldn't do that because mama taught him not to touch people without their consent. so just talking to her would do for now.

after winter break, mirio noticed that reader has a new bag with a princess on it. so during lunch, he asked reader who the princess was and that's when he saw reader's eyes light up for the first time. she said that it's tiana and she's her favorite disney princess ever! reader also wants to open up her restaurant and wants to meet her very own prince naveen someday.

mirio's heart fluttered when he saw reader smiling while talking about this princess, and he decided that he wants to see reader smile more. so he watched this movie, took down notes, and planned this "date" for reader, which is mincing lots of veggies and fruits. he asked his mama for help about the mincing part because he never held a knife before. it's scary at first, but he's a big boy! he can and will do this to be reader's prince naveen!

the next day, mirio went to reader's table and left a note. he couldn't hide his excitement when he saw reader took the note and gave her a thumbs up when she looked at him. lunch break came and reader and mirio went outside. he laid a blanket as best as he could and asked reader to sit down with him. when they're settled, he opened his lunch box, and showed reader everything that he minced + candies. reader's eyes went big like saucers and screamed, "you minced?!?!" when he nodded, reader squealed and hugged him really tight.

[sadhatter]

You Right - Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader

A/N: Im rewatching Haikyuu and Kuroo is just everything I want in a man period. Doja has been in my ears for a while now and I really wanted to do a fic based on one of her songs, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I like writing it.

Also, You're the captain of the girls volleyball team at Karasuno. Yui Michimiya is your ace.

Reader is small and curvy

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō (Haikyuu) x Reader

Order: Pastry with Blueberry Jam and a hint of Raspberry Jam

Warnings: !!CHEATING!! (if you dont like the idea of cheating on another mc then id suggest moving away from this fic) teasing, implied smut, daichi slander (i love daichi but for the sake of the story daichi a dick)

Blurb: You and Kuroo have had a thing on the side for a while. But when your boyfriend Daichi has finally tipped you over the edge you go to the one man who was there for you through it all.

Word Count: 3684

(Y/N) POV

I was pushing through the crowd, hearing different people yell out to me to watch where I was going. But none of that mattered. I needed to get to the gym before the coach hanged me from the rafters for being late. I begged the coach only a week ago to let the Karasuno girls' volleyball team attend the training camp with the boys, and now I'm pushing through the different groups, dawned in different school jackets, trying to make it to the game on time.

We were set to play against Nekoma High. Their girls' team is pretty strong, but the Karasuno Girls have been the regional reigning champs for the past three years. As I finally saw the gym come into focus, I could see a figure waving her arms and screaming at me.

"(Y/N)! Hurry up! Coach is pissed!" Yui yelled out, causing me to go from a light sprint to full speed. I definitely compromised my ability to play, but what was I meant to do? Even though I was the captain, I was already on the coach's shit list for pleading to come here.

It took a lot of convincing and ass-kissing to come here today. While the team I had at the moment was the best I've played with, I want them to go further than I could ever take them. I could only ever take them to state, but I know they can make it to nationals and much more. So, this training camp is a way to help these girls grow their skills without me. I finally made it to the doors of the large gym and pushed them open, Yui following close behind me. Running through the halls, I threw my bag off my shoulder and passed it to Yui.

"How pissed are we talking?" I asked, pulling the jumper I had on over my head.

"Pissed, like you will be cleaning the gym for the next month pissed," Yui replied, both of us out of breath at the sheer speed we were both moving.

"Fuc-oof." Just as I was cursing to myself, I ran into something resembling a wall. Due to the fabric over my head, I couldn't see what I ran into, but the voice that rang out soon caused blood to rush directly to my face.

"If you're Yui, that must mean," The voice started as I continued to pull the rest of my jumper over my head.

"Kuroo."

"Dove, ahh, your shirt," he said, covering his face with his hand. Confused by his proclamation, I saw that my top had gone with my jumper, leaving only my sports bra and cleavage on display.

My head went even more red than before as I pulled the shirt from the jumper and back over my head. Kuroo Tetsuro did things to my body, unspeakable things, but I was determined to keep my composure.

After all…

"(Y/N)? What are you doing? Coach is going to kill you."

I have a boyfriend. Daichi Sawamura.

After pulling me through the doors of the court I was playing on, I felt a slight praise and a light kiss on my forehead. Finally, I realized the heat from my face hadn't left from my encounter with Kuroo. "This is why you are not late." Daichi almost spat out.

After he moved away from me, I looked toward my coach or my mother, whose face was as red as Nekoma's uniform. Like mother and daughter, but we were red for two different reasons.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)! You get on that court now before I revoke your title and drag every one of your teammates back to Karasuno!" She yelled at me, instilling absolute fear in my veins, afraid of the punishment I would be receiving later.

Kuroo's POV

Of course, I saw him—I was just playing against him and his team. But where was she? I heard him gloating about her being here earlier, so did she leave? I was really hoping she could see me destroy her boyfriend and his team.

"Kuroo?" I heard Kenma's quiet voice call out as he slowly approached me. "You seemed distracted?"

"I was hoping someone would be here, that's all," I replied, moving toward the middle of the court to shake hands with the opposing team.

"She has a boyfriend, Kuroo. You should back off. So no drama is caused." Kenma replied, lining up next to me.

"I'll back off when she tells me to," I told him with a slight smirk as I finally made it to the man of the hour. "Good game, captain," I told him, holding my hand towards his and grabbing it firmly.

"You too," he replied, letting a secret fire light behind my eyes. I knew that I wasn't only better at Volleyball but also at making his girl pleased. I knew things about her no one would ever know—not even her little boyfriend, Daichi Sawamura. Grabbing my gym bag and water bottle, I started to push my way through the small crowd on the court to move towards the door.

"KUROO!" An annoying, loud ringing sang through my ears. Almost making me believe I was hearing a fire alarm. But when I moved my eyes towards the sound, I saw the Nekoma Girls captain running towards me at full speed.

"Hi, Yuki." The tone that rang through my cords was utterly dissatisfied. "Playing next?" I asked her nonchalantly. I'm not trying to make a conversation, but I obviously wasn't getting out of this, so it's better to talk than stand in silence.

"Yeah against Karasuno," One word, and my interest is peaked. "We will definitely beat them this time. I can feel it."

My attention started to fade towards the end, but all I knew was that they definitely wouldn't beat Karasuno—not with her on the team. Speaking of her, I'm seeing the rest of her team but not her. Now that I'm noticing it, they all seem to have a worried look on their faces. It's like they knew she was their savior, and they wouldn't be able to win without her.

My eyes landed on her best friend, Yui Michimiya, who kept looking at her phone and then at the door. My attention started to move towards the group of girls crowding around me before I heard a slight ding. I looked back at Yui, who was looking at her phone, before quickly bolting out the doors.

"So Kuroo, the girls, and I considered having a party to celebrate when we win. Will we see you there?" All I heard was decibels, words I didn't comprehend as I laid one of my hands on one of their heads, quickly affirming whatever they said, and moved towards the doors. Walking through the propped-open doors, I turned the corner and immediately came in contact with something small and light. Looking down, I saw black fabric covering the top of a small frame.

I immediately knew who it was by examining the small frame and seeing the curves that adorned the small body. After all, my hands have roamed those curves multiple times, enough to learn every scratch and bump that coats her beautiful skin. Looking at her larger thighs, my eyes locked onto the way the tight booty short squeezed the fat around her ass. Perfectly framing her lower extremities. I looked behind her to see Yui smiling slightly but out of breath. Yui knew about my relationship with her best friend; she disapproved of how we were going about it.

"If you're Yui, that must mean," I started as the more petite frame pulled the rest of the jumper over her head. Showing beautiful (H/C) hair that was slightly messy from the jumper. Georgus (E/C) eyes peering through her lashes and sweet plump lips pushing shallow breaths out as she caught her breath again.

My beautiful (Y/N). My dove.

"Kuroo." The way her voice rang my name sounded like an intoxicating symphony. While I still adored the way she sang my name, when she cried my name, it sent me into a feral state. My eyes trailed down her body again, thinking about what I would be doing to her later. When my eyes landed on her exposed cleavage, I finally realized her shirt came off with her jumper.

"Dove, ahh, your shirt," I told her as I threw my hand to my face to try and cover the growing heat that was forming on it. Between split fingers, I saw her face go even redder before quickly putting her shirt back on.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing? Coach is going to kill you." Daichi finally made his way out the doors. Took him long enough to notice his girlfriend was missing. I watched her move past me towards Daichi and into the gym.

My eyes met Yui's as she moved towards me. She sighed before stopping—only for a moment, though, placing a hand on my bicep. She told me that she thought I suited her best friend and felt terrible for me. "You're better for her; you challenge her. And that's what she needs, but Daichi has been by her side since they were toddlers. He's the same; you're the change she's scared of," she told me before making her way into the gym to join her team.

That made me think—a lot within the span of 5 seconds. (Y/N) and I have known each other since our first year of High School at our first training camp. She was already with Sawamura, but quickly, I noticed the way she always found herself around me.

It wasn't until later in the year at our second training camp that I realized Sawamura barely paid attention to her. So, once again, I found her being around me more. She slowly opened herself up to me, and it went from a small attraction to actual feelings.

The second year is when we actually start to act on our emotions. For example, in our second year, (Y/N) decided to stay in the prefecture for a couple of nights, and I ended up in her bed on more than one occasion. Ever since, there have been secret nights, stolen glances, and kisses in the dark.

I was enough until the start of this year. Sawamura started using her as a tension blow-off. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore; she was his toy. While she didn't want to see it, the more she told me what would happen during the day, the more it became apparent. After multiple outings with our mutual friends and long chats with her best friend, I learned she's petrified of change. I don't push her, though; I will let her go at her own pace for as long as she needs.

"Wanna grab a feed?" I heard Sawamura speak out as I saw him walk past me. Where was he going? (Y/N) was about to start her game. "You know your girlfriend is about to play, right?" I called out, watching him and Sugawara stop in their tracks. They both turned around, but Sugawara had a sadder look than Sawamura.

"I've seen her play so many times; this time will be no different," he said with a slight shrug, but his demeanor told me he had no clue what was wrong with what he had just said. He turned back around, leaving Sugawara looking at me sadly.

(Y/N) would tell me how much Sugawara has been there for her when no one else was, and I will forever be grateful for it. Though he doesn't outwardly know about the two of us, I believe he knows my feelings for the Karasuno Girls captain.

Screw it; if he won't be there for her, even for something as small as a training camp game, I'll be there for her. She deserves the whole world, but at the very least she deserves a cheerleader.

(Y/N)'s POV

Half way through the game coach called a time out so everyone could collect themselves again. It wasn't until my focus wasn't on the game or my girls that I noticed that most of the boys from the Karasuno team were still around, watching the game, but Daichi was nowhere. I scanned the side of the court, nothing. Near the door, no one. The bleachers though, my eyes landed on another pair. Not Daichi's though.

"Kuroo." I whispered to myself as emotions I couldn't even name washed through my body. But we were playing against Nekoma, so he's probably here to support them.

"Okay girls! Get out there and show them what you got!" Coach called out as the rest of the girls made their way back onto the court. "(Y/N)." I heard my coach call out, but not as coach, as my mother.

I turned to look at her and the glance in her eyes told me she knew my feelings but that I needed to focus right now. So many words with one look. I understood and shook my head and made my way back to the court.

After every point I scored. Every block. Every save. I looked at him. He would already be looking at me. Every. Single. Time. Every glance rose the question. Why wasn't I with him. Why was I with someone who couldn't even take the time of day to watch my games.

The game ended rather quickly after those thoughts. I was running on auto pilot. I didn't even realize I had won us the game until I felt multiple bodies tackle me to the ground.

Just like Yui predicted, I was cleaning the gym after our game as it was the last of the day. And let me tell you, cleaning a stadium with 3 courts isn't easy to do by yourself. I'm just lucky coach asked me to clean this stadium instead of the Karasuno court. The boys don't know the meaning of cleanliness apparently.

"Need help?" I heard a sweet, coarse voice echo through the stadium. I turned to face the doors to see a tall, muscular man. Dawning beautiful black hair and piercing honey eyes.

"Where did you get to? I was looking for you after the team meeting but you went missing?" I paused in my tracks, leaning on the broom I was using to sweep the floor.

I watched as he stalked towards me, stopping only a couple inches in front of me. His cologne stung my nostrils in an intoxicating way. The way his body towered over mine made me feel hunted yet protected at the same time. The feelings I get with Kuroo are addictive, while what I feel for Diachi is comfortable.

"I went to get us these." He cooed quietly as he pulled both of his hands from behind his back, showing my favorite drink in the entire world.

"Ugh, I knew there was a reason why I liked you." I told him as I dropped the broom, letting it fall to the ground and echo around us as I grabbed the drink from Kuroo's large, firm hand.

"You played really well today."

"So you were there for me?" I said with a slight smirk as we made our way to the bleachers. Teasing Kuroo was one of my favorite pass times.

"Of course, no one on Nekoma's team has an ass like yours." He said nuding me to the side slightly. My mouth dropped in a joking shock.

"So I'm just a body to you am I?" I said as I moved in front of him and threw my leg at him, slightly kicking him as we both laughed.

We chatted, nothing sexual. Just talked. Thinking about it, I don't remember the last time I was just chatting with Daichi like this. These days he only ever talks to me if he needs something. We talked for nearly an hour before we heard the doors slam open.

"(Y/N)! What the fuck!"

"Daichi"

Kuroo's POV

"(Y/N)! What the fuck!"

"Daichi," (Y/N) said calmly. Almost like he's addressed her like this before.

"What are you doing in here alone with him!"

"Why can't I be?"

"Because you're mine! What sort of person are you parading around with other men?" The utter disgust that was being spat from Sawamura's mouth was like poison to hear.

How dare he speak to her like that, but when I turned to comfort (Y/N), her expression was stern—unwavering, in fact. He's definitely spoken to her like this before, and that fact irked me to my core. I'm about to stand up and give him a piece of my mind when I feel a small hand graze my bicep. I go to look at the girl the hand belongs to, but she's already on her feet and standing in front of Sawamura.

"So because I was your girlfriend, I belonged to you?" she started quietly but loud enough for both of us to hear.

"Was? Was my girlfriend. (Y/N) you are my girlfriend." Daichi exclaimed, almost like he was forcing a role onto her.

"No, Daichi, I was right the first time." She told him, with an undertone of authority. I was your girlfriend, meaning I'm not anymore. You do understand what it means, right?"

The struggle to suppress my laughter was profound. (Y/N) She sounded so done, done with him, done with the way she was treated, and just done with everything that had to do with Daichi Sawamura.

"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid."

"Well, you must be. I have been your pet, toy, and slave. I have always been there for you, especially when you couldn't be there for yourself. I WAS THERE! And where have you been in the past three years? Not with me, that I know for certain."

"(Y/N).."

"No, Daichi." She cut him off, moving closer to Sawamura and causing him to step back. We're done."

Two words and my ears are feeling bliss. I watched (Y/N) turn on her heel and look me directly in the eyes. She grabbed my hand and smiled slightly before turning back around and walking away—away from the stadium, away from the gym, but most importantly, away from someone who made her feel less than and towards a brighter future for herself.

Luckily, she's kept her hand firmly gripped to mine, bringing me with her.

(Y/N)'s POV

I was on the warpath, pushing through the thick air that was pulling me back to the gym to apologize for what I said. But why apologize for something I meant? I was sick of being pushed around by him.

"(Y/N), can you do this for me"

"(Y/N), I don't have time."

"I need to practice another time."

That's all I've heard from him for the past three years. Ever since we started Karasuno, it's like he changed. He wasn't the Daichi I fell in love with at such a young age. He wasn't the Daichi I made plans for the future with. He wasn't my Daichi, though.

"(Y/N)..."

It's like an echo called out my name through the endless thoughts and memories that ran through my mind.

"(Y/N)..." The echo got louder.

"DOVE!" It finally hit me. Kuroo. I dragged him through all this. Why did he even let me drag him? He could easily overpower me. He's done it plenty of times before. "Please stop, just for a second."

"I am-" I started, pausing and letting go of his hand as I slowly turned to face him.

"Dove?"

"I am terribly sorry!" I yelled slightly, throwing myself into a bow to apologize for putting him through that scene.

"What for?" I felt his hand touch my chin and push my face to look into his eyes. Those eyes—how I wished I had been looking into them for the past three years, actually looking into his eyes and not through hooded, lustful lids.

"You shouldn't have had to see that. But I'm more sorry about the shit I put you through all these years. Being second to Daichi." I told him, my eyes moving from his, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"(Y/N), you mustn't be the brightest if you think you put me through anything." He started in a quiet and gentle tone. A tone I hadn't heard in a while. But when it's from him, it's different. I feel protected. I feel safe. "I knew you and loved admiring you from the side and having you to myself in the quietest moments."

His words, their meaning, held great depth—deeper than the deepest parts of the ocean—and I was truly feeling everything he wanted me to.

"This relationship hasn't had the most trustful start. But I'm willing to try if it means I get to call you mine—to everyone and not just myself." He grabbed my cheek, pressing his forehead against mine, forcing eye contact. I couldn't help it. The feelings and emotions I was feeling were heaven. Kuroo made me feel a way no one has, not even Daichi. Kuroo was chaos, and sometimes, you need that in your life.

My body moved by itself. My lips smashed against Kuroo's. My arms are wrapped around his neck, his hands straight to his hair, and he pulls it the right way. The way I know sends him feral. I felt him sink into the heated make-out session quickly. Moving in sync with me, made for only each other.

"I'd try anything with you," I breathed out as I pulled apart from his lips. Our breaths were even in sync. How insane was I to think I was made for anyone but the man in front of me?

"Watch your words, Dove. We're still in public." He smirked lightly, giving me another quick peck on the lips before staring intensely into my eyes. Looking through his honey eyes, I could see the way he felt about me. I was peering directly into his soul, and he was in mine. The tension between us was thick to the point where oxygen even struggled to make it through.

Again, my body moved by itself. I grabbed Kuroo's hand and dragged him behind me again. I was on an even worse warpath. But instead of going away from something, it was towards something better.

Finally, the hotel, the room, and the bed were in sight. I pulled Kuroo into my room and pushed him onto the bed. "Would you look at that? We were not in public anymore."

[adoringhaikyuu]

Yooo I was wondering if you could do something like grabbing and pulling them to you by their tie??? Maybe with kuroo and whoever else you might wanna add on

kuroo gets immediately turned on when you grab him by his tie, i'm sorry. he'd let you drag him around like it's a leash if you want, he's whipped for you, just staring at you with lidded eyes and a sensual smirk. his hands immediately reach over to grab your waist and his eyes are darting between your eyes and your lips, teasing, waiting for you to make a move.

[w0lfplague03]

Just thinking about your big muscly boyfriend shoving his big dick down your throat multiple times a day. Have you sputtering, choking and crying on his cock, only to be ready to do it again a few hours later.

Bokuto, kuroo, atsumu, toji, Gojo, Bakugo, kirishima, Todoroki, your fav

[tetzoro]

my baby’s birthday is in 5 days so time to focus on that

[rintarousgirl]

haikyuu smau au - pt. one

✩ - you were the manager of the inarizaki vb team back in high school, which gave you close connections with the team members.

✩ - this series doesn't really have a plot, but if you guys enjoy it i could try and make it into smth more <3

✩ - this is just a short little taste of what these smau's are gonna look like !! follow for more :)

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

[bokutoko]

infinitely yours

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

it’s saturday morning, and his eyes trace the outline your figure beneath the bedsheets. you look like a sculpture with the way the fabric hugs your curves—you surely belong in a gallery, he thinks, incomparable to any other artwork.

the early morning sun spills on the bed, a soft golden glow illuminating the both of you. it’s finally a lazy day, a day to sleep in, yet here he is, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you rest peacefully beside him.

oh, how lucky he is.

as the sun rises higher, he reaches out to touch your face; his fingers lightly skim across your cheek, drinking in your beauty. you are absolutely ethereal, your presence alone providing both comfort in his heart and butterflies in his stomach.

maybe that’s why he calls you his angel. you came into his life and only made it better, made it sweeter, made it brighter. you saved him from himself.

and everyday—like this, with the sight of you next to him—he’s reminded daily just how lucky he is to be infinitely yours.

tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi, koushi sugawara, hajime iwaizumi, daichi sawamura, osamu miya, shinsuke kita, kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya, tooru oikawa, your fav <3

a/n: i thought of this when i was rotting in bed this morning and saw this pin. i love cuddly mornings

masterlist | navigation

please do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bokutoko 2024.

[kuroosdarling]

attention ‼️

that is all

[1-800-whore4alexturner]

Meeting the Team

Kuroo x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Kuroo takes you along to his practice to meet the Nekoma team.

You've been dating Kuroo for a few months now, and things have been going great. He's always been really supportive of your interests, and you love watching him play volleyball. One day, he invites you to one of his team's practices.

You're excited to see Kuroo in action, but you're also a bit nervous to meet his teammates. You've heard a lot about them from Kuroo, and you're not sure if they'll like you.

As you enter the gym, Kuroo takes your hand and leads you over to his teammates. They all greet you warmly, and you're relieved to see that they seem to like you.

Kuroo introduces you to each of them, and you can tell that he's proud to have you there. He shows you around the gym and explains some of the team's strategies, and you can't help but feel impressed by his knowledge and dedication.

As practice starts, you take a seat on the sidelines and watch as Kuroo and his teammates work together. You can see the bond between them, and you're happy to be a part of it.

After practice, the team gathers around you and Kuroo. They thank you for coming and tell you that they hope to see you again soon. Kuroo wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close, and you can't help but feel grateful for him and the amazing team he's a part of.

From that day on, you become a regular at Kuroo's practices, cheering him and his teammates on as they work towards their goals. And as you watch them play, you know that you're lucky your boyfriend is a part of such an incredible team.

[neoclb-recs]

UGHHH THIS IS SO CUTE AND EVERTYTHJNG FLUTTERED!!!!

remembering sunday | k. tetsuro 

➳ tags ;; domestic fluff, fem!reader, talks of marriage, mentions of divorce, exploration kuroos background, tooth-rotting fluff seriously, mild angst, proposals, corny stuff 

➳ wc ;; 2.5k

➳ a/n ;; this wouldnt wont leave me alone..  also doraemon is a popular asian kids cartoon show btw! n brackets mean flashback! (also yes the title is atl song lmfao) 

➳ plot ;; kuroo tetsuro doesn’t believe in the instituion of marriage. 

His first memory of his parents divorce is sitting the living room and listening to them argue. Doraemon is playing on the TV. His knees are tucked underneath his chin, long gangly arms wrapped around his legs, unkempt hair a shadow of protection of his spirit. 

He has no energy to hold his head, so he doesn’t. Eventually the sound of an argument becomes white noise and he falls asleep on the couch - tiredly. It’s the sound of a door slamming that wakes him up again, and even in his memory - the warmth of his mothers hand brushes his forehead. He wakes up to her over top of him, brushing hairs from his eyes. 

At 10 - he knows the sight of his mothers crying eyes better than he knows long division. Short and unruly hairs like his, fallen in her face. Her smile is warm - slender fingers that brush his cheek and press against his forehead. Even in memory, her love is tender. 

“Tetsuro, wake up - it’s time for dinner,” 

By now he knows the drill. He doesn’t ask where dad is, or why Nee-san is away at his aunties place. Doesn’t ask why his mother has bloodshot eyes or why there’s only two sets of cutlery at the table. He wakes up and wraps his arms around his arms around his mothers shoulders, buries his face into her neck and yawns tiredly. Asks whats for dinner. 

Her embrace is too tight for a casual evening, but Kuroo doesn’t ask questions. At least - not the ones he wants to ask. Instead he asks for help on his homework and to let him help her bake and asks if he can go play with Kenma tomorrow. 

Kuroo Tetsuro does not believe in the instituion of marriage. He also doesn’t believe in love. 

But he believes in the supernatural - in poltergeists and spirits and souls and aliens. He believes most government conspiracies and half-way in the Mandela Effect. He claims most of this is irony but he regularly gets a tarot reading - so it’s hard to believe that’s true either. 

His parents got divorced when he was 11. His mother was never the same and he doesn’t know when the last time he saw his father - Kuroo met him one time after the divorce to meet his new wife. She wasn’t bad or good - just was, but Kuroo couldn’t swallow the uneasiness in meeting her. He had a mother already, didn’t care for a new one. Especially one who looked so much like his mom.

Like he said, meeting her made him uneasy. 

His parents got married young. His mother came from a small town in the countryside of Japan but his father was a working man - taken with her beauty. She was only 20 when she got married, had his sister at 21 and him at 26. Kuroo remembers a time where they were in love - when there were family trips and regular outings and when dad came home every night to kiss both him and his sister good night. 

He has memories of catching them dancing in the kitchen. How his father would hold the small of her back, kept a picture of her and them in his wallet. They were happy once - and then they weren’t, and like grown-ups do - they simply fell out of love. So he thought, anyway. They fought and argued but neither of them could bear the idea of staying. 

Yet, he saw it in his fathers eye when he was fifteen - the striking softness in his expression. Wrinkled, tired, and exhausted - he saw the love was still there when he mentioned his mother was well. He saw when he asked if his mom was still taking care of the tomato beds, if they got a cat since he left (they did). Kuroo was uneasy. 

Uneasy that they still must’ve loved each other when they let go. Uneasy at the idea that sometimes love is not enough. Uneasy at the idea that marriage - the promise of forever, is what made his father so cowardly to begin with.

Unintentionally or not - Kuroo swore himself off of marriage for the rest of his mortal life. He was interested in dating as any person would be. Was in 3 comitted relationships, always lasting up to two years but never more. After two years - even as young adults, the subject of commitment comes up.

Kuroo was insistent on the fact that he would never marry anyone. He just wasn’t interested he’d say. Why do we need a piece of paper to validate our love for each other? Isn’t it enough to just be together? Are you that shallow you need a ring? 

Two years seemed to be the cursed number. Two years and then the big question  or conversation, then another break-up. 

He meets you when he’s 24 years old - you are in intern for the floor below him, but you seem to take your breaks at the same time. Eventually - you go out to eat together enough times that you look forward to it. And Kuroo learns your order at the little café you go to - starts paying for it without any prompting. 

Falling in love with you was nothing like how he fell in love with other people. No one in his life could ever compare to it - because it wasn’t love like how he was used to experiencing it. There was.. no spark almost at all. 

Keep reading

[reverie-starlight]

okay that kuroo piece is still coming but have this small sakusa x MSBY!manager blurb that I just thought up and got so excited about!! I’m marking this down as fem!reader just for this specific little ramble. it can be read separately from the series !!

warnings: none, but probably a bit of a disconnect from what really happens at charity galas lmao

sakusa kiyoomi has a certain reputation for being very stoic and stand-offish in public- always polite but rather blunt in interviews. he’s tall, intimidating and not very personable around those who don’t know him, so it’s not a surprise people perceive him this way. his preference for wearing his mask most of the time only adds to this reputation, and he couldn’t care less. in fact, you would argue that he finds comfort in being perceived as unapproachable by strangers.

but when MSBY fans realize how horrifically down bad their favourite wing spiker is for the team manager, they have a field day with this absolutely drastic personality shift.

it starts with little jokes made by fan accounts about how much nicer he is to you in comparison to his teammates. they latch onto passing comments made by bokuto or atsumu about how when you’re at practice they feel at ease because they’re less likely to get obliterated by his sarcastic remarks.

no one has clued into the fact that you’re together yet, just that there’s some serious chemistry between you two.

it doesn’t go much further than that until the night of some charity event a lot of different teams are attending. of course managers are there, as well as coaches and trainers and JVA employees.

you’re doing the press/carpet walk before entering the event and in between photos and walking between journalists, one of the straps of your heels has come undone.

you frown a little and inspect it before realizing your dress restricts your ability to fix it yourself, so you nudge your boyfriend and stick your foot out to draw his attention to your predicament.

you don’t think twice about how there are no words are spoken. just a simple action and understanding between two lovers.

so people watch on as sakusa kiyoomi drops to his knees right then and there without protest and fixes your shoe. you take the opportunity to adjust the neckline of your dress (a deep, silky forest green to match his tie) and look around while you wait for him to finish.

you don’t realize the uproar this is bound to create, and you definitely don’t think twice about the fact that your boyfriend isn’t wearing a mask to this event.

…which means everyone is able to see the blush on his face and the tiny yet extremely lovesick smile on his lips as he gets up. you grin and pat sakusa on the cheek in thanks before walking to the next reporter, him trailing behind you dutifully.

you check twitter the next morning and your timeline is flooded with videos of that moment, captions gushing about how sweet and happy he looks. some fans go as far as to say he looks like a lost puppy following you around.

he doesn’t regret it one bit, but you have to comfort him when he loses his stand-offish reputation after that because he dreads the idea of more people possibly coming up to him in public.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I literally sprinted here to write this lmao

not edited!!

tagging: @dira333 @emmyrosee