#kuroo is so obvious i wanna cry

[eunwoopeia]

kuroo is so embarrassingly in love with tsukki oh my god

[215-luv]

“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)

ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”

AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”

KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”

OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”

USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”

KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”

[iwaasfairy]

kenma IS a twink. but hes my twink <333

anywayss love the idea, fairyyyyy. i adore your juicy big brain

tw incest, voyeurism, dubcon, virg!kuroo can’t catch a fucking break I wanna keep writing this but it’ll have to be in a different ask

wc. 1.9k

kozume kenma x fem!reader x kuroo tetsuro

“It’s really not a big deal,” Kenma assures him again as he forces his normally blank face to show an ounce of understanding, something like a smile painted on his lips. “She won’t mind.” His long, slender fingers wrap around the door handle to push down without knocking — shoving the door to swing wide with a clean arc and reveal the slightly messy, but clean, fresh room. It isn’t obvious upon first glance that a girl lives here. At least not in the overtly girly way, a far cry from all the frilly, pink overly curated rooms he imagined being invited into when he was a teen boy in the midsts of high school.

This is the room of someone a little more grown, with books and candles and pillows with blankets stacked upon an overly thick mattress. A bed you’re sat on the edge of, scrolling through your song playlist when they barge in and your head snaps over your shoulder to make you put on a pout. “Niichan, don’t just come in! Knock first! I ask you a million times,” you snap, putting the phone down to let your gaze shift to the taller man by his side.

Kuroo’s eyes can’t help but slip down the thin camisole you’re wearing, plain undies and exposed legs as you uncross them. You’ve got the overly girly thing down in the way you lean onto one arm though, and the way your lips jutt out do something weird to the base of his skull. Tickle, send heat downward. “I could be naked, niisan.” You say it pointedly, stare at Kenma a bit longer than is necessary.

Something unspoken sits in his friend’s eyes.

After a moment, you push yourself up more to raise your eyebrows and turn your chest to face them both. And your big brother messily scratches under the tiny ponytail that’s tied in his hair, before going to sit on the other side of your bed. “Kuroo has something he wants to ask you.”

His tongue sits too fat in his own mouth. Your pretty eyes flick up to his where he still stands in the doorway, and instead of dismissing them both like he kind of expects you to, you turn around completely and put both feet out onto the bed so your toes basically brush Kenma’s thigh. Who absentmindedly strokes your shin as cat-like eyes point up. Kuroo’s always been pretty easy to get along with, talkative enough to do it for the both of them. A natural way with people, or something.

This is entirely different. Here, he’s made a spectacle, two matching gazes studying him as he tries to chuckle. He’s eyed down as he walks three big steps forward to reach the bed, and slowly lets himself sink into the plush covers too.

He wasn’t always crushing on you like he is now. You were a bit of a little tike when he was still in high school, ran too hot for proper girly clothes and liked sitting in your pjs on the couch as they gamed. It’s entirely different now that you’ve been away a few years from college and walk around the shared apartment in shirts that barely cover your ass when you make breakfast. Hickeys blooming all over your throat and collar and up your thighs that he always ends up catching a glimpse of when you bend at the waist and your skirts slide up enough to reveal the curve of your ass.

He was sure it wouldn’t bother him as much to live with a girl. It’s different for your brother. He doesn’t have to notice. To Kuroo, you’re not any girl, and the way your tits rise and fall in those stupid little things you wear is making it too hard. Him, too hard, too.

As he chews on his words trying to find the right ones, you lull your head to the side cutely.

“Come out with it already, you two perverts.” You don’t mean it judging by the mirth in your eyes, but it still makes him fluster. Can’t help himself, giving Kenma a desperate glance to please help him out. You click your tongue. “Seriously… I was just about to go to bed.”

Kenma’s thin brows furrow slightly. “You can rub your little pussy later, can’t you?”

He almost chokes on his spit. The heat burns up his neck as he watches how Kenma wraps a hand around your wrist to keep you in place, and your mouth drops open. That’s not— he wasn’t gonna— your reaction baffles him too. Instead of getting ashamed at having your sexual proclivities discussed by your brother, you only give him a little sneer, and grab his wrist back so you’re both clinging to each other. There’s a little glitter in your eyes when you pout, then get onto your knees to get a bit closer to your big brother.

Close enough to lift yourself over him and straddle his lap. “Don’t be a pervert in front of your friend, nii—chan.” You chastise, but in a soft admittance sort of way that doesn’t sound all that sorry, or apologetic. “Don’t talk about my pussy either.”

“It’s fine.” You get so close that Kenma has to let go of your arm to instead wrap both arms around the small of your waist as he gets nose to nose with you — and Kuroo admittedly struggles to process anything. Your ass is planted right on Kenma’s lap who’s only wearing some boxers, and if it was him… he can’t think too hard about if it was him because he can feel himself start to stir in his own sweats. Kenma basically brushes lips with yours, before he straightens up to pull you closer. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“You,” your breathing hitches, and now your cheeks start getting hot when Kenma moves below you, “you haven’t told me yet.” Moves- below you? Yeah, Kuroo’s sure he can see Kenma roll his hips against your barely clad body. What the fuck. “Stop doing that.” You’re whining, and looking away from them both, before Kenma casts a glance over your shoulder to watch his friend. First Kuroo, and then the way he’s very uncomfortably trying to hide his chubbing cock by planting his hand in front of it into the blankets.

“Aren’t you gonna ask her?” Kenma asks. Hands sliding lower to grip both sides of the meat of your ass, obviously squeezing his fingers into it.

“Yeah- I- I uhm,” you make an effort to look back at him, so sweet, polite, but his attention is dragged to the way your panties are pulling around the globes of your ass and he swears he can see a wet patch starting to stain your undies where they cling to your pussy. And he’s really trying so hard, “Kenma thought -Kenma thought that I should ask you if you want- or not want-” Sweat prickles at his collar, as he stares resolutely into your pretty eyes and nowhere else.

“What he meant to ask,” Kenma helps out, hiking you up a little higher to basically press his cheek to yours when he places his chin on your shoulder, “-and stop grinding for a second- he’s already noticed you’re a bit of a sex fiend. Keep having your brains fucked out and moan like a whore through the walls and it’s keeping him up.”

Your face scrunches like you’re being treated entirely unfairly, a look shooting to your brother out of the corner of your eyes— but he refuses to let you go. “What the hell, niichan… you’re such a- you’re so mean, you freak.” Your eyes go all big and teary and flustered when you catch Tetsuro’s, and the way you stare at him with a mix of embarrassment and guilt is hot too. He’s not sure what’s happening. These last five minutes have been a blur. Why are you in Kenma’s lap in the first place? “D’you just bring Kuroo here to embarrass me or what?” You ask, voice pinched.

“-That’s not it, I swear.” Kuroo quickly chants, reaches out to grab your balled hand to rub a comforting hand over it. He lets go quick enough not to be overstepping, he hopes. He wants you to like him, if anything. Wasn’t that why Kenma dragged him here? “Don’t cry, please. You know Kenma doesn’t mean it.”

Kenma looks barely bothered at your distress, but does place a quick kiss on your neck and your collarbone. “We can tell him the whole truth now, I think.”

Kuroo watches how you push yourself back against Kenma’s face with two hands and drop back into the bed, thighs spread and wet, sticky panties clinging to your folds exactly like he imagined, and it makes his cock twitch. Hard cock, annoyingly pressing against the fabric of his boxers and feeling so fucking obvious in his sweats. It doesn’t really register that well that you’re wet from rubbing yourself in your big brother’s lap, only that you look weirdly adorable sucking up your tears to grimace. “I’m not telling anyone anything.”

Kenma’s hard too. He only notices it because Kenma doesn’t make any attempt to hide the way he shifts himself up in his boxers and stares you down too, eyes lingering on the way your tits rise and fall as you breathe. “You’re cute,” he adds, before eyeing Kuroo. It’s about just as embarrassing to be caught staring by him, as how his cock twitches again at the way you mewl at the praise. What the fuck is happening? Kenma’s smile when he glances back down at you is so sickeningly sweet and genuine, trailing fingers over your panties and sliding the camisole up to reveal more marks. “Y’see, Kuroo, my little sister isn’t actually some slut. These are mine.”

The room feels much too tight for three people to fit.

“When she’s moaning like that, that’s because I’m fucking her good, like she wants. Begs for it.” You look away embarrassed, place both hands on your face as you place a foot on Kenma’s hip and push a little, and your big brother grabs your ankle to push your knee back to your chest. “Don’t get so shy. I’m right.”

“Tetsuro didn’t know that though,” he wants to melt at the way you say his name. “Don’t be so casual about it. Pervert.”

“He doesn’t care.” Kenma assures back, and Kuroo suddenly feels like he needs to prove different. He stands from the bed to stare at you both, but that’s about as far as he gets. He’s so hard, and gobsmacked, and he feels like he might pass out from the heat that’s running through him. “He came in here to ask you to fuck him too, you know. That’s why he’s hard. Got hard thinking of your little, sweet, brotherfucking pussy.” Kenma’s only adding oil to the fire when he rubs his fingers through the mess hidden by your slicked undies, and making you shudder.

Your eyes find his again, now upside down from the way you’re leaned back in bed. “You’re quiet, Tetsuro.” You’re not nearly as shocked by Kenma’s statements as he expects you to be, so it must not be new. Fuck, how long have you two been doing this? Every time he heard you mewling whispers through the wall, moaning and the bed creak, stroking his cock in a cold sweat… wishing it was him. He barely mustered up the courage to ask, when Kenma cornered him about his crush.

Your mouth’s so pretty when you form the sounds of his name. “What do you want to do, Tetsuro?”

[honeycreamsweets]

Rebounds suck

Tetsurō Kuroo x Gender Neutral Reader

Mentions- sitting in a restaurant. Kuroo feels bad but not that bad. Reader is disappointed. Angst. Miscommunication.

Word count- 486

Notes- wow, I’m alive. Love Kuroo but missing that angst. A lil vent I guess. No beta. Enjoyyyy.

Kuroo sat in the booth of a small cozy cafe. He glanced down at his knuckles as he clenched his fists slowly. Uncomfortable, discomfort, guilt and a bit of anxiety riddled him to his core. But the worst of all, he just wanted to leave. His warm hazel eyes slowly trailed from his unclenching and clenching fists to across the table… and there you sat. Your face looked like a mix of shocked, disappointed and hurt. His eyes met your eyes and he exhaled sharply. His fingers went through his hair before he slumped back in his seat. What could he say to you? What else could he do?

“So… I’m just a rebound then…? You don’t really want anything to do with me unless it’s intimacy…?” You asked unsurely. Like you wanted this to be a sick prank. But there was no laugh. No cheeky smile or anything obvious from Kuroo. He was serious and he had just been up front to you about not feeling the same about you. You weren’t crying or heart broken but you felt… empty and a little hopeless. You didn’t know if you could even be mad at him. But you liked Kuroo. You thought that he liked you just the same but instead…

You were just the rebound for his relationship that ended that same month. Kuroo wanted the passion and flirting without the commitment… he just never

Specified to not get attached.

“Look, I’m really sorry… really. I’m just not looking for anything serious yet. I just broke up with my partner of three years. You’re a wonderful person. I think you’re cute and funny. I like hanging out with you and I like it when we make out. I wanna keep seeing you.. but I just don’t feel the same as you do.” Kuroo tried to put on his most reassuring and gentle tone. His guilt was tearing away at his soul. You didn’t cry, or even seem remotely mad. The look of defeat and disappointment on your face was making his remorse worsen. Why couldn’t you react more? At least then, he could have chalked it up to your bad attitude. But you didn’t. Kuroo felt his eye twitch when his gaze followed yours.

You stopped looking at him and a thick blanket of silence fell between you two in the booth. You slowly got up from your seat. With a soft voice, you spoke your goodbye.

“Thank you for telling me… I’ll… I’ll talk to you later.”

Kuroo watched you go and he nodded a bit. He tried to give you an apologetic smile and nod but your gaze was past him. Kuroo huffed in frustration at your lack of response but the sounds of your shoes echoed in his head. The bell on the restaurant door rang as it opened. He didn’t have to look back to know that you left.

“Damn it..”

[lowkeyremi]

Boys a liar pt 2

Anime characters I think would match w the lyrics (pls don’t come for me this is just my opinion 🧍🏾‍♀️)

CW: Mentions of breaking up, insecurity, fluff, a lil bit of angst, etc. (BEING A BAD BITCH)

Including: BNHA, Haikyuu, JJK, Demon Slayer, HxH, AOT, Food Wars, and Saiki K

“Because you only want to hold me when I'm looking good enough..”

They think you don’t find them attractive unless they’re all dressed up (BUT YOU LOVE THEM TO DEATH EITHER WAY)

↳ Kirishima, SERO, KENMA, Aran, Inunaki, GIYUU, MITSURI (yk, they used to tell her she has too much muscle to be a woman), Leorio, Knuckle Bine, MEGUMI (food wars), Ryo K, KAIDO, Armin, CONNIE

“Every time I pull my hair was only out of fear that you'll find me ugly and one day you'll disappear…”

Very insecure. They believe that you’ll leave them for the dumbest things. Constantly needs your reassurance. (Comfort your baby D:)

↳ AMAJIKI, Jiro, ASAHI A, Koganegawa, MEGUMI F, GENYA, Obanai, FEITAN, Levi, AKIRA H, Zenji M, Hairo (Saiki K), Toritsuka

“What's the point of crying? It was never even love..”

Finally over the relationship. It took them awhile to get over it but now they appreciate themselves and are happy w/o their ex :)

↳ MINA, Twice, NOYA, Yamaguchi, KUROO (shut up idc he has emotions), Nobara, TODO (I think he gets attached too quickly), Tanjiro, Rengoku, Killua, Pakunoda, Jean, IKUMI M, ALICE N, Nendo (mah baby), Rifuta Imu

“So I tell him it's one of me, he makin' fun of me.. (HA) his girl is a bum to me”

Wonders why they even dated their ex. Realized they could do WAY better (Better being you ;D) I’m telling you as soon as they see their ex’s new partner they literally can not stop pointing out how they can’t compare to them.

↳ MONOMA, Dabi, SAKUSA, TSUKKI, Mai Z, Nanami, SHINOBU, Kurapika, Bisky, Mikasa, Annie, Soma Y, TAKUMI ALDINI, Asahi S, Teruhashi, KUSUKE S

“Bet he blowin' her back, thinkin' 'bout me 'cause he know that ass fat (DAMN)”

They’re the kind of person who broke up w/ their ex and they know said ex wants them back. Anytime the ex calls they’ll show you and joke about it. They think it’s funny.

↳ MIRKO (no further explanation is needed), BAKUGO, Hinata (hear me out..), OIKAWA, ATSUMU, Geto, GOJO, TENGEN, Illumi (he’s a bitch so yes), Shizuku, Eren, SASHA (I don’t wanna hear nuthin abt this one), Erina N, Saiki, Akechi Toma (100% I mean his weird ass was trying to stalk Saiki)

“But I don't sleep enough without you and I can't eat enough without you. If you don't speak, does that mean we're through?”

They NEED you to survive. You’re their life and they get sad when you aren’t around. Get anxious thoughts when you guys don’t talk for awhile. They try to hide it but it’s obvious.

↳ Denki, AIZAWA (we have the same birthday so I would know :P) BOKUTO, Suga, Aone, SEMI, YUJI I, Mahito (he’s everything starved), Zenitsu, AKAZA (he dotes on ppl sorry not sorry… I mean he was down bad for his wife) INOSUKE (trust me on this one) Gon, Kogumi, IKALGO, KITE, Marco, Historia, YUKI Y, ISAMI ALDINI, Gin Dojima, K. AREN, Y. Chiyo

[blueduplicity]

Lily of the valley

I tossed around the idea of posting this here instead of just leaving it on Ao3, but I wanna get used to posting my stuff here too, along with shorter/unedited drabbles.

Bear in mind, I was insanely high when I wrote this and edited it very little as a sort of challenge for myself. I apologize if it's awful, and I think this is the filthiest thing I've ever written so I'm sorry in advance for that as well LOL

CW: Roleplaying consensual non-consent. I know that seems scary, I promise it's not very intense. Dirty talk, light overstim, fem! reader, a second warning for the dirty talk.

Summary:

Really, it's not his fault that you hide your spare key in such an obvious place.

It's not his fault that you have the TV too loud, or that you didn't bother checking to make sure you were alone before stripping down to your pajamas, slinking around the house like you're begging to be toyed with.

So you can't be too mad when he lets himself in, when he loses control because how else is he supposed to handle you wearing nothing but a loose shirt and panties? He's just a man, after all.

It's okay, you're just lucky he got to you first, anyone else wouldn't be as nice.

“You can’t hide forever, baby.” That silken voice croons, far too close for comfort, taunting and even a little playful, like you’re just in the middle of a game of hide and seek. 

Kuroo is on the other side of the living room, with you wedged beside an overturned couch, hiding in the shadow of it as he wanders around, searching for you. 

Your hands are folded tightly over your mouth and nose, forcing yourself to breathe as slowly as possible. Your eyes are dry, and then blurry as they well up with tears, but you can’t blink, not even once, because you’re sure the moment you do is the moment he’ll see you. 

He kicks at an open door, the wood splintering as it tears away from the metal hinge attaching it to the wall. You clench your jaw as if that would keep you from crying out, a numbing fear coursing through your body with every pulse of your rapid heartbeat. 

“I just wanna play with you a little, don’t be shy.” He tries again, soft and almost pleading, sticky sweet like taffy pressed against the roof of your mouth. “I miss you, baby, you didn’t let me touch you for very long before running away. Where’s my brave little kitty?” 

Now he’s goading you, because even when he’s trying to be persuasive he can’t help but resort to mocking you, doesn’t have it in him to stay sweet for long when he could just try to get under your skin, make you lash out instead. 

His slow steps carry him across the room, peering through the curtains of the front window, scanning the yard to make sure nobody can see inside. It’s dark out, and it’s meant to rain, so he’s pleased to see that there’s no people loitering about the neighborhood. He wants to be sure that he doesn't get interrupted. 

“Maybe I should have knocked you out first, instead of trying to hug you.” He muses, fingertips tapping against the windowsill. “You’re faster than I thought, with quicker reflexes too. Don’t worry, honey, I won’t underestimate you again.” His smile is razor sharp, wicked in the window reflection. 

That smile widens when he catches a flash of your face in the same window, tucked into the corner of the couch he’d thrown aside in his pursuit of you earlier. 

“Oh, and you’re so smart, too.” He purrs, endlessly delighted as he’s turning on his heel to look in your direction. 

You can’t swallow your sob this time, scrambling away to the other side just as his fingers graze your arm. Kuroo begins climbing over the couch, eyes wild with anticipation, excitement because you’re only barely out of his reach and he’s missed you. 

You scream, skidding across lacquered flooring until your knees hit the ground at the base of the stairs to the second floor, half-climbing your way to the top. Once there, you drag the smaller bookshelf pressed into the wall down, letting it fall over to block part of the stairway. It won’t keep him down there for long, but you just need enough time to break line of sight so you can hide. Running isn’t an option, he has too much stamina, your only real chance is to remain hidden until you can call for help. 

Your footsteps are as light as you can make them, slinking down the hallway while you listen to the grunts of your pursuer, the sounds of books falling to the floor and tumbling down the stairs helping to disguise any errant steps you make.

You hide in a guestroom, closing the door as quietly and lightly as you can, and then you slip into the attached bathroom. You shut that door as well and fiddle with the lock, your fingers shaking and slightly numb at the tips, before cramming yourself into the space between the sink and the bathtub, drawing your legs tightly up to your chest.

He’s coming down the hallway, rapping his knuckles along the wall with little taps, searching for any glaring signs of your presence. 

“That wasn’t very nice, pretty.” He muses loudly, his voice weighed down with frustration, bitterly amused. “Aren’t you putting up too much of a fight? I’ll be real good to you, pinky promise.” 

He begins pushing lightly on any doors he walks by, just barely pressing in with his weight before moving on to the next one, still idly thinking aloud. “You were so sweet to me in the office earlier, wearing that pretty smile while you brought me a coffee. Have I told you that I love your lipstick, by the way?” He grins, allowing the husk of his voice to flow through when he drops his tone a little. “I can’t wait to see the color all over my cock, pretty girl.” 

Kuroo’s grin grows impossibly wider when, upon pressing onto the surface of one of the last rooms in the hall, the door creaks open, having not latched properly upon closing.

He flicks on the light, catlike eyes gleaming gold as they scan the room quickly. Pillows and sheets on the bed perfectly pristine, unruffled, the closet door pulled completely open and empty, no clothes for you to hide amongst. 

The shut bathroom door might as well be blinding with the way he immediately locks onto it like it's a beacon, striding over and leaning his weight into the cold wood. You hear it creak and shut your eyes, knowing that you’ve run out of time. 

“Well well, I wonder what could be here?” He murmurs, the tap, tap, tap of his fingers making you flinch in time with each one. “Is that my princess in there? My sweet girl? The love of my life?” His voice grows sickly sweet with each syllable, until he’s practically spitting sugar like venom with the way it morphs into something mocking. 

He slams the palm of his hand into the door, his lips stretched thin with the width of his smile when he hears you cry out from inside. 

“Let me in, baby, don’t make me fight for it.” He croons, as if the twisted sharpness of his voice moments prior was nothing but an illusion, something you misheard. “Come on, open up, please?”

His fist slams into the door again, rattling it. The taste of copper fills your mouth when you bite into your lip, adrenaline buzzing like cotton in your head, thick as a blanket.

He doesn’t stop. Kicking at and ramming his shoulder into the patterned wood until it cracks, the hinges straining against his strength, all the while he keeps talking to you, just as sweet as honey coating your tongue. 

“Can’t wait to be inside you, pretty. You’re gonna be so tight, jus’ wanna watch you stretch around my cock.”

Another rattle, your breath is cement in your lungs. 

“Do I fuck your throat before or after cumming inside your cunt? What do you think, baby? Wanna clean me off? Or do you wanna get me ready?”

He grunts then, his voice pitched low and ragged, frustration bleeding through the thinly gilded timbre. “Open the fucking door!” 

One, two, three more times he hits it, and then nothing, silence. You can see his shadow stretching across the bathroom floor, but he hasn’t moved, he’s eerily still. 

Your whole body goes numb when you see the handle begin to turn, so slowly that you have to blink several times to be sure that’s what you’re seeing. 

There’s no room for doubt when it begins to open, a grinning face waiting in the crack. “Fast, smart, but clumsy.” He sighs, clicks his tongue sympathetically, pushing the door completely open and stepping fully into the bathroom, his eyes smiling more than his mouth at the sight of you, cowering on the floor. 

“Now, now. That can’t be comfy.” He reaches for you, and you bolt, but his arm snaps around your waist and drags you against his chest, though you kick and scream and try to claw at him until he releases you, he doesn’t. His grip is like iron, hands lifting you by your hips, ignoring the way you thrash in his hold before he plops you onto the counter. 

His hips force your thighs apart as he wedges himself between them, ducking down to press his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling slowly. “Got you.” He breathes, sounding almost reverent despite the filthy way he’s been talking to you since he broke into your home.

His hands squeeze your hips, fingers pressing tight into the soft plush he finds there, but then his shoulders begin to shake, his body quivering as it bows over yours until your back is against the mirror. 

He’s laughing. 

“I can’t believe you forgot to lock the door!” He gasps, biting his lip to try and stifle the bubble of giggles that threaten to break free. 

You groan. “You have no self control, do you?” 

His hands find their way to the back of your head, cradling you gently as he tips your face up for a kiss, peppering your lips with his own until you’re smiling and easing into him. “Never.” He admits easily, then the kisses slow, each one longer than the last, lingering until your hands are fisted in his shirt and your legs are wrapping around his waist.

“This isn’t part of the game.” You murmur into his mouth, lips parting as he licks into you with a soft, indulgent noise, his hips rolling as heat begins to build once more at the base of his spine. 

“Need to check in.” He replies, softer than a whisper. “Color? Tell me you’re okay.” 

Your body melts, all soft and silken as you lean into him, molten beneath his touch. “I’m okay, Tetsurou.” You breathe, the tip of your tongue tracing his bottom lip. “Wanna keep going, I’m green, you’ve got me.” 

He relaxes, nodding as he steals one more kiss. “I’ve got you.” He agrees, letting his forehead rest against yours for a beat. 

You reach up to ghost your fingers along his jaw, swirling down to circle the hollow of his throat. “Are you okay?” You ask, gently. “If you’re uncomfortable with this, it’s alright for us to stop. My comfort isn’t the only comfort that matters.” 

Kuroo smiles and tucks his chin down so he can kiss the tip of your index finger. “I’m okay.” He assures you, leaning back and rolling his left shoulder twice, eyes shut in an expression that is far too relaxed for the situation. 

A few minutes pass, giving you both time to come out of the sweet, sappy haze that had fallen over you. The energy and momentum die, a little, but you feel better for it, a safe spot in the middle of your first scene. 

He lifts your hips up, just a little, rolling them in slow circles so he can grind his cock against your clothed slit, letting out a heavy exhale as if breathing out all of his saccharine feelings, leaving only the lust and the thrill of your chase. When his eyes open, he smiles, but it’s too crooked, twisted at the corners in something almost closer to a snarl. 

“I don’t know why you were being so difficult, baby.” He murmurs, bringing you up harder against him, the cold marble countertop digging into your lower back as he pushes you roughly into it, honey calcite eyes brightening with something wild. “Just wanted to fuck you a little, s’what you get for wearing such a cute outfit to my office.” 

‘It was just my uniform!” You want to say, but then his hands are sliding beneath the hem of your top, shoving the material up over your breasts. 

He brushes his lips along your collar bones, taking his time as he kisses his way down your chest, fingers following the arch of your spine from base to the top, then back down to pluck at the clasp keeping your bra on. “You’re so soft.” He breathes, his kisses growing hotter and messier the more skin he uncovers, pulling your shirt off completely and then letting your bra fall to the ground. You try to close your legs after he pulls away, but he pries them apart with eager hands, slotting himself between them easily once more. 

“Ah-ah, bad girl.” He scolds you lightly, pressing the pads of his fingers into your cunt, feeling the way the cloth sticks to your slick folds. “Look at you, so excited. I can’t believe you tried to pretend you didn’t want me.” 

You grit your teeth, turning your face away so you won’t have to look at him, the faces he’s making, but that only exposes more of your neck to him, a smooth expanse of skin that he’s just as eager to tend to instead, teeth scraping over your pulse to make you arch into him. 

“Atta girl.” His praise is slightly muffled as he kisses and sucks bruises into your throat, one hand splayed wide over your lower back to encourage you to grind against him, the heavy swell of his cock catching on your clit and making you cry out. 

He repeats that motion, again and again, rutting his hips into you until his breaths stutter and he has to lean on the sink as well, his weight keeping you pinned beneath him. 

“Gotta be inside you.” He rasps, strained, like his voice is too thick for his throat. “What a good girl you are, all dressed up for me.” 

He snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin, a telling grin on his face that is too sharp to be genuine. His control is fading rapidly, the remnants of his ego melting as the desire to fuck you grows. He’s not gentle when he yanks them down your legs, grunting about how lucky you are that he’s too considerate to just rip them off before he’s standing back up and gripping your thighs tightly, pressing them over his hips. 

“Take my cock out, baby, want you to grind yourself against it until it’s wet enough to fuck you.” 

You don’t move, frozen in place while he shamelessly grinds against you, and his sly smile widens. Wordlessly, he takes one of your hands and presses it to the hard outline of his cock, wrapping your fingers around it through the thin material of his slacks and fucking into them, letting his head fall back as his abdomen tightens up. 

Even just that feels good, you have him so fucking pent up from having to chase you around just to touch you. 

“Take it out.” He repeats, the warning heavy in his words. 

You swallow against the sand in your throat, your palm flexing in his grip before he removes it, watching you with slightly narrowed eyes. Your fingers tremble as they undo his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. Too slowly, he hisses impatiently and bucks into you, you feel the way his boxers stick to his skin, just as sticky as you. There’s a taunt on your tongue, but you swallow it, stretching out his waistband so you can reach in to wrap your fingers around the head. 

The noise he lets out is sinful, eager hands cupping the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss, your teeth clicking together in his rush to be closer to you. You pull him out fully, the ring of your fingers tight as you stroke down the length of him, smearing the pearlescent fluid beading at the tip over as much of him as you can. 

He catches your wrist, tsking softly. “Not like that, baby. You know what I said.” 

His mouth muffles your answering whine, tongue prying your lips apart while you guide his cock to your dripping cunt, feeling embarrassment bubble between your ribs at how easy the glide of your slick folds makes him. You squeeze the tip of it to hold him in place, feeling his body buck into the tight press of your fist, instinctively trying to fuck into it. 

But the molten heat between your thighs is even better, and it quickly becomes more about your pleasure than getting his cock wet. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, lashes fluttering as you struggle to keep your eyes open, to watch as you rub yourself against him, the way he pulses in your hand and glimmers with your slick. 

He loves that look on your face, frustrated and yearning all at once, you don’t even realize how hungry you look for more of him. 

“That’s enough, sorry baby this is gonna sting, can’t wait anymore.” His voice is gritted, like he’s speaking with gravel in his throat, but despite his words Kuroo is gentle when he presses the head of his cock into you, knocking your hand away so he can take you by the hips and hold you steady. 

The first couple of inches already feel like too much. You’re too tight around him, like stretched velvet that threatens to suck him in further with every twitch. He groans, clenches his jaw, tries to hold himself back from slamming into you and fucking you into the counter. Usually he’d prep you, stretch you out, but that chase got to him more than he expected it would and he needs to be inside of you now. 

When he finally bottoms out, he feels like he’s going to pass out, his hand hurriedly wrapping around the base of his cock so he doesn’t spill too soon, refusing to let this end before he’s gotten to the best part of the scene. 

“Greedy thing, sucking me in like that.” He murmurs, free hand cupping your chin to tip your face up, your eyes dewy and soft when you meet his gaze. “Ran so hard just to take my cock so eagerly, should have just let me bend you over that couch from the start.” 

You shiver, pussy tightening at the thought of him ravaging you like that, bent over a fallen cushion while he fucks into you no matter how hard you try to struggle. Your voice thickens in your throat, a heady whine slipping free as you squirm, unable to stay still as your body screams for more, for him to move. 

He laughs, a little breathless, finally thrusting slowly into you, barely able to pull out far enough to push back in with how tightly you squeeze him. “You can’t even pretend that you don’t want it, should I fuck you harder so you cry? It’d be more convincing then.” 

Your nails dig into his shoulders, raking down until there are vivid streaks of color trailing down his arms, blood dotting along the thin lines. His grin turns a little feral, and his hips buck outside of his control, the steady pace ruined. 

He thrusts harder then, relishing in the way you cry out at the unexpected shift in rhythm, the slap of his skin on yours echoing louder than it should in the bathroom. It takes a minute of him carefully moving you around, lifting your hips up and pressing forward until the head of his cock rams into a spongy spot inside your cunt that makes you scream. 

You claw at his back helplessly, legs locked like steel around his waist as you arch into him, the curve of your spine calling for his hand to press into it, forcing your back to bow a little more. 

“Sl–ow down!” You whimper, a little lightheaded at the abrupt surge of pleasure, far more intense than you had expected. 

Kuroo laughs, an ugly sound that’s almost manic, his other hand dipping into the sliver ot space between your bodies, eager fingers finding your clit and rubbing with tight little circles that make you tremble. “Slow down?” He pants, more breathless laughter following shortly after. “No, no baby, you don’t get it slow. You’re gonna take it exactly how I wanna give it, okay?” 

You whine, any attempt at a retort dying in your throat when he deviates from his rhythm once more, only pulling out halfway before shoving himself back in so your voice hiccups on whatever words had tried to come out. 

“Nod for me, baby, show me that you understand me, tell me that you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl for me.” He grits his teeth, eyes screwed shut as he fights off the creeping, cloying sweetness of his orgasm. “Fuck, say it, now.” It’s a plea disguised as a command, his body trembling as he leans over you, sweat rolling down the sides of his face, a tendon in his jaw popping. 

You bite your lip, shaking your head violently until it nearly smacks into the mirror with how hard he fucks into you as a response, an angry growl spilled against your clavicle. 

The heel of his palm grinds against your clit, fingers splayed wide over your abdomen to help keep you pressed into the sink, ensuring that you don’t move even an inch while he drills into the messy heat of your cunt, over and over as his voice pitches higher, wanton and wholly uncaring of how loud he’s becoming. 

“So fucking good.” He whimpers, a little slurred, drunk off of how good you make him feel. “Cum for me, baby, gonna make you cum whether you want it or not.” 

That makes you tighten up, the muscles in your body clenching as a wave of arousal ripples through your lower belly. He grins, stuttering out a laugh as he presses his mouth to the hollow of your throat, his voice vibrating against your skin.

“Want me to? Want me to force an orgasm outta you? Try to stop it, then. Keep yourself from cumming, let me take it from you.” 

Your eyes roll back, lips parting on a ragged moan that makes him throb painfully inside the hot clench of your sex, a curse falling from the depths of his voice box that’s too raw to be anything but anguished. 

“Fuck, fuck, get so tight when I talk like that, want more?” Kuroo’s barely keeping it together, he’s just seconds from completely coming undone, but he has no intentions of stopping, not until you’re satisfied. Even if it kills him. 

You press your lips tight together to stop the needy whine of ‘more!’ from slipping through, your legs twitching against his sides as you try to keep yourself from snapping, trying to keep yourself from falling over the edge. Your teeth are gritted so hard that your jaw aches, muffling the desperate noises that want so badly to crawl up your throat and fill your mouth with sweetness. 

There’s no warning when he cums, you were so focused on halting your own orgasm that the telltale twitching of his cock, the bruising way he clutched at your hips, the familiar peaked pitch of his voice was lost on you. He crushes you to his chest, peeling your sticky skin away from the mirror while he lifts you up completely, forcing you off and onto his cock in short, quick thrusts that have him gasping for air and you seconds from falling over the edge yourself. 

You expect to have a break when he inevitably slows, when he pulls out of you to avoid overstimulating himself, but he doesn’t stop. He does set you back on the sink, his palms flat on the marble by your hips, but he doesn’t slow even a little. 

“Tetsu–rou!” You cry, your chest heaving because it feels like you can’t get enough air. You’re wound up too tightly, and he’s so hot inside of you, his voice is ragged in your ears as he whimpers and whines while fucking you through the sensitivity. 

“Cum for me.” He demands, low like gravel, as if he’d gargled a shot of whisky and smoke. “I’m going to make you cum, be good and take it, yeah?”

You don’t have the voice to reply, a silent scream fills your mouth when the building pressure at the base of your spine snaps. He moans with you when you squeeze around him, too hot and slick and it’s agonizing with how good it feels when you flutter around his cock, even though it nearly hurts he can’t help riding it with you, half-hard and raw he fucks his own cum back into you before it can seep out.

When the ringing in your ears stops and the white distortion in your vision fades, you’re slumped forward in Kuroo’s arms, your face tucked against his neck while he carries you out of the bathroom and down the hallway. You whine softly, pressing sleepy kisses along his jawline until the low rumble of his laughter warms you. 

“Just a minute, sweetheart.” He murmurs, turning his head to place a chaste kiss to your shoulder. He’s tucked himself away but left you naked in his arms, though you realize once he has you sprawled on the bed that it’s so he can put you in clean, comfy clothes. 

“Want one of my shirts?” He asks, rummaging through his side of the dresser. 

You hum, rolling over onto your side so you can keep him in your field of vision. “Yes, please.” 

He chuckles. “How sweet, you’re so docile now.” 

“Don’t jinx it.” You sit back up slowly when he approaches you, loose red shirt in hand. You allow him to help you put it on, along with a clean pair of panties, and then he’s crawling into the bed with you after shedding his work clothes, arms finding home around the curve of your hips.

His forehead touches yours. “I love you.” He whispers. 

You tilt your face up, the tip of your nose brushing against his, back and forth. “I love you too.”

His hands rub wide, soothing circles into your lower back, as if already anticipating the soreness that will be present when you wake up tomorrow. “I’ll clean up later, okay?” He kisses you sweetly on the mouth. “Get some rest, you’re gonna be in a lot of pain when you wake up.” 

You snuggle closer, rubbing your thighs together to savor the ache lying between them. “Worth it.” 

His laughter is soft and adoring, the warmth of him all encompassing as you sink into his embrace. Kuroo tries to coddle you after scenes like this, but he knows as well as you do that you’ll wake up with him to clean up later. The couch has to be righted, you have to pick up all of your books, and the trail of clothes that you left in the bathroom will need to go in the laundry. 

But right now, your partner is loving all over you, whispering his adoration and admiration into your skin between kisses, thanking you for playing along with him and praising you for taking him so well. You drift off sore but sated, feeling cherished and secure.

Safe. 

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So...yeah. Hope that wasn't too crazy, need some water? Check in, make sure you're good, stuff like this can sometimes be a bit much for people and it's important to make sure you're comfortable.

[rrazor]

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes 💔

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton 😭😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.

[hoodiewithhorns]

━ using your safe word scenarios ★

characters : hajime iwaizumi, tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi.

there will be a part 2 & 3 coming soon!

edit : p.2 is out <3

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▲ cw : not proof read, angst, use of safeword, “red” used as the safeword, clit spanking, mean!doms, hurt/comfort, established relationship, forced orgasm, jealousy, oral m! receiving, facefucking, foreplay f! receiving, degradation, slight punishment if you squint, aftercare/reassurance , all characters are 18+, MDNI ▼

Kuroo

- you weren’t necessarily in a good mood to be fucked roughly by him

- you just wanted some soft passionate sex with kuroo

- You assumed he’d figure out what you wanted due to him knowing you better than yourself.

- But you were wrong..very wrong.

-Not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend you played along.

- biggest mistake.

〜 ☆

you bobbed your head on his cock while he groaned at the slow pace. you were taking your time today since you weren’t in the best mood to be shoving him down your throat. you thought he take this as a sign of you wanting things slow soft and sweet, instead he took this as a sign of you being bratty, a brat who deserves punishment in his eyes.

“you little brat.” he forcefully shoved his cock down your throat. You gagged in response feeling your eyes become glossy, tears promising to spill at any given minute, looking up at him with pleading eyes hoping he’d show some form of mercy. but of course, he didn’t. tightening the grip on your hair he moved you back and forth on his cock causing you to gag and your breathing becoming heavy.

you heart ached in your chest as you tried to push him off, but to no avail. a dark chuckle leaving his throat as he watched you struggle, a sight he would commonly enjoy. “such a bad girl today huh? maybe i should go find another goodgirl. one that’ll actually listen.” you tried to shake your head as fat tears streamed down your face, the thought of him replacing you being one your biggest fears. did he mean that? just cause you weren’t in a good mood he was gonna replace you? you thought to yourself noticing the grip he had on you loosened a little. you could move away now and so you did. pulling away from his cock trying to catch your breath only causing him to get angrier. “why are you being so bad today? why cant you be a goodgirl and-“

“Red!” you choked out a sob as more tears fell from your face staining the bed sheets beneath you. sitting up, your palms resting on your thighs as you sobbed. the room went silent with the only sound present being your soft cries alongside with your occasional sniffles. confused he lifted your chin up, you pathetically looked up at him like a helpless little puppy. he finally understood what was wrong, mumbling a few curses as he got closer to you, sitting you on his lap as you cried into his chest.

“easy now baby. i’m so sorry...” he whispered thanking whatever was above that he hadn’t lost you, feeling horrible for not picking up the obvious signs you weren’t in the mood for any of this.

“d-do you really wanna l-leave me?” your voice was hoarse from one getting your throat fucked and two crying. hugging you tighter and feeling nothing but regret. each cry you let out tugged at his heartstrings. he never wanted this how could he have been so blind? you were his little baby he wanted to protect every chance he got. now you were here. sobbing into his chest all because he didn’t realize you weren’t in the right mood today. 

“never prettygirl. i’d be devastated without you in my life... I didn’t mean that I promise.” he pulled you away from his chest to face you. kissing the few tears you had left on you. even with tears pampered all over your face, to him you still managed to be pretty. even if it hurt him since he was the reason for all this, you could tell he was on the brink of tears too. he couldn’t imagine a life without you without his precious girlfriend in his life he’d be a train wreck.

“i-i...i just wanted us to go nice and gentle tonight..i didn’t have a good day today..but i didn’t want you to be mad since you like it when its rough so..”

he let out a chuckle at your last sentence causing you to look at him in confusion. “yeah being rough is nice and all but its only nice when you’re in the right mindset for it. you should’ve told me you weren’t feeling it tonight baby. If you wanna get fucked nice and gently by me you should’ve just said so my love.” he says planting a kiss on your forehead.

you smiled, reverting back to your previously cheery self making kuroo more than happy. he rested his head on top your shoulder “if you want, we can try again baby. this time i’ll give it to you nice and sweet..you’d like that wouldn’t you my pretty baby?” he whispers into your ear planting kisses down your neck as you let out a whimper feeling him smirk against your neck.

“mm-mhm please tetsu...”

he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist as your cunt feels him hardening again. “whatever my baby wants who am i to deny?”

akaashi

- the thought of using your safeword never occurred to you when you were with akaashi

- in fact he suggested it just in case things took a turn you didn’t like

- tonight was different though you were his innocent girlfriend who just wanted to treat him the way he treats you so lovingly

- wearing nothing but his shirt accompanied by a cute pair of panties feeling confident about your plan to please your boyfriend.

- though it doesn’t go according to plan,

you saw him sitting on the bed reading a novel still in his formal clothing. You were feeling particularly needy tonight learning a few new things you read from the internet a week ago on how to please your boyfriend sexually. you did however feel a bundle of nerves fill you up, but you just assumed it was because this was something you’ve never done before to anyone.

akaashi was not only your first, but he was your first boyfriend your first everything when it came to romance. now, putting all your insecurities aside, you were going to try out what you learned tonight on your beloved boyfriend!

 walking towards him, you crawled on top of his lap, arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in for a sweet kiss. he smirked setting his book down on the nightstand while taking his glasses off as well.

“Can I help you pretty girl?” he questioned placing his hands on your hips. “oh nothing...i just want you tonight..is that okay?” you asked, your innocent voice making akaashi smile. you were just so cute and pure in his eyes. you jump in excitement ready to initiate your plan to please your boyfriend. you started kissing him slowly yet passionately, grinding your wet cunt against his slowly hardening cock through his pants.

he opened his eyes to clearly understand what you were doing. to his shock what he assumed was correct. His innocent girlfriend who had no knowledge on how to please her boyfriend grinding up against him. maybe you were just being extra needy? he told himself. not longer after he snapped back to reality as he felt you pull away from him only to kiss down his jaw leaving a trail of soft kisses.

His cheeks becoming red as your soft lips traced down to unbutton his shirt. “so handsome..” You said kissing his chest as you went down to his abdomen. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this, but.... Your not gonna do what he thinks you are right?? his own girlfriend who was too shy who cried at the first attempt to sucking him off?? no he must be getting ahead of himself.

looking down once more to check up on you, he finds you unbuckling his pants letting his cock spring free. his mouth agape seeing your head already lick his precum nice and clean, pumping him a few times to get all his precum out. he shudders as your wet tongue touches his cock, giving him kitten licks here and there. taking a deep breath, shoving him down your throat all in one go, a small gag escaping from you, squeezing your eyes tightly trying your best not to cry.

humming, you bobbing back and forth making him grunt at the waves of pleasure you were giving him. Still, he felt uneasy. who taught you this?? he was always the one guiding you, teaching you how to do things yet here you were sucking him down your pretty little throat. head thrown back his groans mixed with his thoughts, he kept overthinking the reasons as to how you picked up on this.

did Bokuto teach you?? you two always got along so well..sometimes leaving akaashi to third wheel, but why was he thinking about that now??

 “shit..” he grunted as he felt his high approaching. He tried to pull your head back so he wouldn’t end up cumming in your mouth, but you stayed on his cock till he came.

smiling at him, you licked your lips, swallowing his cum. leaving him surprised at everything you’ve just done. you’ve never did any of this nor tried to. It hurt the first time you tried to give him head now here you are taking him down your throat? He couldn’t believe it.

he wanted to get to the bottomed of this quickly.

“dirty girl.” he spits out flipping you to the other side of the bed, pushing your head down to the pillow putting your ass up with your cunt in full display for him. you winced at the sudden aggressive force.

“who taught you all those things you little slut?”hooking his finger onto your soaked panties to push them aside, he shoved two fingers deep inside of your dripping hole making you whimper at the painful stretch, not giving you enough time to adjust as he pumped into you.

“k-keiji w-wait!!” you whined screwing your eyes shut to fight back your tears, while he started pumping his fingers at an inhuman pace, he hovered over you, your back to his chest while his head rested on your shoulder.

“i asked you a question, so I expect an answer.” his voice was cold and stern without a sound of love or worry. the stretch of his fingers were painful especially with how he was practically scissoring you open. your eyes rolled at to the back of your head feeling your climax approaching, but it hurt so much you weren’t used to such a rough pace.

akaashi always took his time with you. Going slow and easy, praising you, calling you his angel or goodgirl for taking him in so well. but now he was none of these things.this felt like a completely different person to what you were use to.

“mm’ n-no one! keiji- p-please s-slow down it hurts!!” you sobbed only making him click his tongue at you, your heart sank feeling foggy and uneasy.“you probably like that it hurts huh? you’re dripping around my fingers you filthy slut.” he never used a tone as harsh as this before. never calling you names or degrading you in general. the pain in your chest overlapping the pleasure as more tears fall.

“n-no not a s-slut!! p-please stop! it hurts please keiji please-“ you begged feeling your stomach tighten as he kept fingering you till you screamed, squirting all over the bed sheets. “dirty slut.” He pulled out abruptly from you causing you to choke out another sob. your body trembling at this point as you pant out in desperation to form words scared of what he might do next. “N-no more please I’ll be good i p-promise just please..” you begged him once again, hoping he’d notice the pain you were in...he didn’t.

“no. sluts like you don’t get to make decisions like that.” He was about to pull your shirt off until you screamed and kicked  “red! red! r-red!!” he moved away only to watch you curl in on yourself, hugging your knees for comfort, refusing to look him in the eyes. “baby..?” he said softly trying to move you to face him to his horror you flinched shrinking in on yourself.

“keiji... why were you s-so...mean to me i only wanted to make you feel good..you always make me feel good so why did you..” immediately, he scooped you into his arms rocking you back and forth as if you were a toddler. you cuddled up against his chest as he felt your tears fall on his chest.he didn’t mind of course. “shh its okay..its okay..” the voice he commonly spoke to you coming back, soft, reassuring, just how you liked it.

“baby..im sorry i.. I didn’t mean to be so mean..i just got scared you were maybe..well someone might’ve been teaching you these things..” you froze pulling away to look at him.

“w-what? I didn’t learn that from anyone..id never let anyone teach me or touch me but you keiji! i just..read some stuff about it online...and I wanted to test it out..” you admitted through sniffles still rubbing your tears away. He sighed as he hugged you again running his fingers through your hair. 

all you wanted was to please your boyfriend from just that, his heart skipped a beat at how sweet you were being, but the feeling was overshadowed by  feeling so stupid for letting his insecurities take the best of him.

“I’m sorry baby.. I promise to never speak to you like that ever again..you’re my sweet girl and I love you so so much.. you were just trying to do something nice for me..thank you i appreciate it my love..it felt really nice you did good.” He cupped your face in his hands, peppering soft kisses around your face.

he smiled as you giggled at the ticklish feeling, sighing in relief.

“ i love you, my sweetgirl. ”

Iwaizumi

- he got home pissed off since he saw you chatting and giggling with mattsun. 

- he needed to blow off some steam

- he didn’t mean to be so mean he really didn’t

-he was usually a soft dom but today..he was everything but soft to you.

“ filthy fucking whore. what were you doing talking to mattsun huh?” his thrusts were sharp, painful, not being prepped well enough by him making the stretch of his cock burn through your gummy walls. feeling the air in your lungs start to leave you slowly as tears streamed down your face at iwaizumis cold , heartless, tone. there was not a single trace of him, not a sign of his love. you weren't trying to make him jealous, you just spend sometime to get to know mattsun just a little more since he was friends with your boyfriend never expecting him to react like this. 

snapping back to your current situation, you arched your back letting out a loud cry as he slapped your puffy clit. “didn’t i ask you a fucking question? or did your dumb slutty brain already get fucked out of you huh?” he wrapped his hands around your throat thrusting harder and deeper in you. 

his tip painfully hitting your cervix with each thrust making you cry at the pain. you tried pushing him off with the little strength you had in you, sobbing out an apology making him roll his eyes. 

“tch, what? you think a little apology is gonna change the fact you were all “buddy buddy” with mattsun? did you forget who fucking owns you little slut?” landing another harsh slap at your clit causing you cry in discomfort. everything around you made you feel light as if you were gonna pass out from the cruel words iwaizumi spoke to you. feeling helpless as there was no sign of your once loving boyfriend. 

“maybe i should’ve invited him over, let him have a turn at ruining your slutty little cunt.”

Finally, having enough you cried out “r-red..” it was soft, gentle, easily could’ve been unheard if it wasn’t for how closely iwaizumi payed attention to you. he halted his thrusts pulling out of you completely, eyes draining of all lust and jealousy converting to concern mixed with regret. he rushed to put back his boxers on, cuddling you against his chest. 

you didn’t push him away, no you could never. he was the man you loved and treasured more than anything. you were hurt obviously, but still wanted to seek his comfort.

“i-i dont like m-mattsun haji..i only like you..only you..” your voice sounding broken. he let out a deep sigh pulling you closer to kiss your head. 

“i know baby i know... i was just jealous..you get along so well with mattsun i..went too far on you..i’m sorry you didn’t deserve that baby” his voice sounding faint but full of comfort.

“i just wanted to get t-to know him...i didn’t mean to make you mad haji..”

“i know baby shhh its okay now..i’m not mad anymore.”he cooed kissing you softly. you nodded letting your last set of tears fall onto his chest. 

slowly shutting your eyes and falling asleep in the warmth of his chest.

him on the other hand was completely mortified at your sobbing accompanied with your sniffles it echoed through his ears replaying like a broken record each time the memory got to you saying your safeword. 

“r-red..”

he never thought he’d reach that point for you to have to tell him that. he let out a few tears that night hating himself for hurting you. you forgave that very second he apologized but him on the other hand? he didn't..no he couldn’t.

let’s just say, he didn't get much sleep that weekend. 

akaashis is long asf (im sorry i just love him sm) and iwaiuzmis is short but i love these boys sm.  

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[itsdanii]

Ahhh, your rejecting and regretting series is so good, my heart 🥺❤️ Can you do another one but with kuroo and kenma? You can ignore this request if you don’t wanna do it, I love your writing style and your blog! Stay safe and have a good day! 💞💞

Hey, bub! Thank you so much for the kind words, I appreciate it ♥️ I hope you don't mind me doing this only for Kenma. I got carried away so it got quite longer than I intended 🤦‍♀️ Anyway, here's your request! I hope you like it ♥️ Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! Mwah!

a/n: read the note on the last part.

Rejecting and Regretting 6

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: cursing, do message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. timeskip!kenma kozume

title says it all

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Kenma Kozume

When you moved in to your apartment, you never expected your neighbor to be THE Kenma Kozume

If truth be told, you've been a fan of his ever since he started streaming

You knew that he didn't know you nor would he pay attention to you so you did not bother telling him that you were a big fan - the first one to always comment when he starts streaming

Not only did you think that it may make him uncomfortable but also make him feel like you were only trying to befriend him for his reputation

One night, as you were coming back from a short trip to the grocery store, you were walking with your earphones in and nose pointed on the screen while rewatching one of his videos

What you didn't know was that Kenma was walking behind you and was actually staring as you smiled and giggled while watching

You almost squealed when a hand came on your shoulder, almost punching the person behind you

Oddly, that was the starting point of your friendship

Although Kenma was hesitant at first (duh, you almost punched him) , he slowly eased when he felt that you were genuine

You basically went from neighbors to roommates because of how often you went to his unit, just playing random games and having occasional sleepovers

It wasn't long then when you realized that your "fangirling" towards the streamer developed into something more

You realized that you were no longer looking at him as the Kodzuken of the gaming world but just Kenma Kozume

You knew that you were fucked and thus you tried hiding it, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't

So you came up with a solution - confess. You decided that you would take the leap, confess, and hope that everything would turn out well, not knowing that it was only one sided

You shifted from one foot to another as you waited for Kenma to open the door of his unit.

Earlier, you both planned another sleepover and you took the initiative to cook dinner for the two of you instead of ordering another takeout.

As you waited, you could feel your stomach grumbling as the scent of the freshly baked sushi wafted in the air.

To be honest, you weren't really a good cook but you taught yourself how to with the help of youtube and cookbooks. You weren't even planning on learning how to do it but you were getting bored of takeouts, plus, you also wanted to impress Kenma even for a bit.

When the door finally opened, you smiled widely at Kenma while showing the food you made.

"Told you to not bother knocking and just make your way inside," he muttered before taking the pan from you and letting you in.

"Unlike you, I have my manners, Kozume," you playfully said as you plopped yourself on the couch head first.

Hearing him mumbling something under his breath as he arranged the table, you propped your elbow on the couch to watch him with a small pout playing on your lips. Your eyes followed his every movement and you couldn't help but question how someone could look so perfect.

His hair was a mess in a half bun and he was wearing nothing fancy, just his old sweatpants and a hoodie. Despite that, he still managed to look like a model, specifically those who preferred the "woke up like this" look.

"Y/n, are you going to eat or not?"

You blinked your eyes when you noticed the frown plastered on Kenma's face. Immediately, you stood up and walked over to the table with a small blush on your cheeks after being caught daydreaming.

"Sorry," you said sheepishly.

Kenma's apartment was then filled with the sounds of utensils clanking and small conversations the two of you were sharing.

Even though it seemed like Kenma wasn't paying attention, you knew that he was listening. You were aware of how much he preferred listening and observing more than talking anyway. It's just that you wished that he would talk more around you.

Somewhere in your conversation, you tried hinting your feelings towards him. In fact, you think that it was pretty obvious, but it seemed like Kenma didn't notice - that or he was purposely avoiding to indulge you.

"Getting in a relationship with a fan isn't boring you know? It actually sounds exciting, to be honest."

At that, Kenma heaved a sigh which instinctively made you shut up.

His eyes were already casted on the food infront of him instead of you,  eyebrows furrowed as if he was suddenly put in a bad mood. "I dont... really like this topic," Kenma said with a dismissive tone.

You felt your heart drop upon hearing that.

You've already practiced your confession several times and there was no way you'd let such words discourage you that easily. All you knew was that you had to get it out of your chest - now or never.

You placed your utensils down and looked at him straight in the eye despite him trying to avoid your gaze. "Why not, Kozume?" you asked, trying to push him to talk.

"I just don't see the point. Why would you want to date your fan? That's... weird," he simply answered, "What if they don't really like you? There's a high chance that a fan would date their idols because of popularity and fame. It's nothing but a self satisfaction."

"Hmm... I guess you do have a point," you said with a nod.

Placing your elbow on top of the table, chin resting on your palm, you pointed at yourself with your free hand which made Kenma look at you with one eyebrow raised. "Then what if it's me who wants to date you? Im a fan of yours, after all. Would you also reject me?" you asked hopefully.

Without wasting any second, Kenma answered, "Of course. Why would I date you?"

You didn't know how to react upon hearing that. You wanted to believe that he was trying to tease you but there weren't any signs of that from the tone of his voice. Moreover, he had nothing but a serious expression on his face.

"Because I like you," you answered with a low voice.

That simple phrase caused the silence to enevelope the two of you. The anticipation made your hands feel clammy to the point that you had to let go of your utensils to grip the sweatpants your were wearing.

Silently, you stared at each other as if waiting for the other person to break the silence - until Kenma did.

"Well, I don't." Standing up, Kenma took his plate and placed it on the sink, his back turned against you as he continued, "I think I'm going to stream for a bit. Make yourself comfortable."

You stared at Kenma as he made his way to his room wordlessly. "Make myself comfortable? Just who the fuck would say that after rejecting someone?" you muttered under your breath.

Knowing that it would be pointless to distract him while streaming, you started to clean the table and proceeded on washing the plates. As you were doing so, you whispered a curse when a tear suddenly slid down your cheeks.

You weren't supposed to cry. You prepared for this so you should've been able to take the rejection properly, right? He was Kenma Kozume after all. Although you became close with each other, it seemed as if he was really beyond your reach.

And now you ruined the only thing keeping you close to him - your friendship.

You decided to leave his unit after that. You felt that proceeding with the sleepover would only put a tense atmosphere between the two of you. Moreover, he did shut you out, right? Though he told you to make yourself comfortable, the way he acted said otherwise.

Maybe he only said it not to hurt your feelings.

"As if he hadn't already," you murmured, shutting and locking the door behind you.

In hopes of cheering yourself up, you decided to take a warm shower and pamper yourself to he point that skincare products basically littered your vanity when you finished and don't forget the fact that you ended up smelling like a strawberry because of your bodywash.

By the time you went to bed, you were feeling a little better... or were you?

As you laid on your bed, staring at the wall beside you while hugging a pillow close to your chest, your mind suddenly went back to what happened awhile ago.

You thought of how dismissive he seemed towards you. He wasn't always like that. Kenma had always been enthusiastic when you're around. Sometimes you would even end up watching beside him as he streams.

What changed?

Groaning, you buried your face on your pillow when you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Tomorrow will be better," you mumbled against the soft material as you slowly allowed yourself to fall asleep.

It didn't.

In fact, it got worse.

Not only was Kenma avoiding you, he was also acting as if he didn't know you - as if you didn't exist.

Earlier this morning when you were taking the trash out, you waved at him in hopes of lightening up the mood, but instead of usually greeting you, Kenma didn't even spare you a glance. He basically walked pass you without saying anything.

At first, you thought that maybe he didn't see you. Maybe his mind was elsewhere while walking. That could be possible right?

But when it continued for several more days, you realized that he was indeed avoiding you.

You felt a mixture of pain and anger. You were supposed to be the one avoiding him since it was him who rejected you but why was it the other way around? He could've atleast talked to you, let alone smile. Did he not value even just your friendship?

As the days went on, you were slowly getting tired of being the only one to put effort on rekindling your relationship. It was exhausting to keep on chasing over someone who didn't even acknowledged you.

Maybe you were just a bother to him after all.

So despite your will to keep on getting his attention, you decided to stop. If he didn't want you then so be it. You already confessed and did your best to show him that you're genuine. That's all that matters.

-

Kenma stared at your door beside his intensely, hand mid-air to turn the knob of his own unit.

It had been two weeks since he last saw you and for the third time of the day, he was yet again met with nothing but silence when he tried knocking on your door.

Where were you?

He knew that how he acted towards you was unreasonable but he didn't expected himself to wake up feeling like shit everyday without seeing you. He did this. He pushed you away. He said he didn't like you, right?

Groaning frustratedly, Kenma entered his unit, heading straight to his streaming room to cool off his head. If he couldn't see you personally, then perhaps he could at least see your name on his viewers.

He knew you always watched his stream and how you would always be the first to comment. Sometimes, you would even donate a huge amount of cash as a tip even though you always complained about being broke.

"They're not watching?" Kenma said unconsciously as he noticed how your name wasn't on the list.

That instantly caused a ruckus in his stream's comment section. Several fans kept on asking who Kodzuken was referring to and some even got the right answer since he streamed with you several times already.

But instead of saying anything, Kenma stayed silent. He focused on his game, occasionally shifting his eyes to the comment section and interacting with his fans.

His eyes, however, caught one comment. It was a link with the caption "Isn't this y/n?". Out of curiosity, Kenma decided to check it, finding out that you were indeed the person in the video.

No, it wasn't a video. It was a live stream of someone like him - a player.

And there you were, seated beside the unfamiliar person with a fluffy blanket wrapped around your body and your your head resting on their shoulder.

Who was that and why did you look too comfy?

"Sorry, guys. I'll have to end the stream now. Something important came up," Kenma said with a small wave before ending his stream.

Stalking the other streamer's socials, Kenma frowned upon noticing several pictures of you attached in their instagram. They were even posted just a few days ago which meant that you must've been spending time with them throughout the days you weren't at home.

Something stirred inside Kenma. It was an unpleasant feeling blooming inside his chest, clawing at him and making him realize one important thing.

He was in love with you.

And it was only confirmed when he remembered how nervous he was when you confessed, how scared he was when he heard the door shutting after he rejected you, and how stupid he was for only realizing it now.

"Shit," he whispered to himself as he quickly tapped on his phone, his finger hovering over your number, debating wether or not should he dial.

Suddenly, he shifted his gaze on the monitor of his pc which was still displaying the unfamiliar streamer when he noticed how you snuggled closer to their side.

Muttering anther curse, Kenma clicked on your number, his eyes focused on the montior of his laptop as he watched you picking up your phone.

"Please pick up," he pleaded when he noticed the frown on your face.

It took him a full 5 minutes and several dials to finally make you give in. He watched as you whispered something on the person beside you before making your way out of the room.

On cue, your voice suddenly met his ear.

"Kozume?"

It was still as soft as he could remember and with the fact that he finally admitted his feelings, his cheeks burned when he felt his heart racing.

Say it. Say it.

Say you like her.

"I-" pausing for a moment to rethink his words, Kenma sighed deeply before answering, "I'm sorry for being mean."

Fuck.

He was met with silence from the other side and for a moment, he got scared that you dropped the call.

It was until he heard some rustling sound that he realized you were still there and was purposely trying to stay quiet.

"Can we talk about this in person?" you said with a tiny voice.

Out of panic, Kenma nodded, forgetting that he was ralking to you over the phone and not in person. Mentally smacking himself, he answered, "Yes. I'd prefer that."

And I'd prefer if you're here instead of that caveman's room.

"Then, I'll be there in 20."

-

The moment Kenma heard someone knocking, he was quick to open the door.

His lips basically parted at the sight of you. It was only two weeks and yet why did it felt like he hadn't seen you in a month?

"Kozu-"

"I'm sorry," he cut you off, arms wrapping around you as soon as you stepped inside his apartment.

He felt how your body became stiff in his hold and without wasting any chance, he poured everything out. "I'm sorry for how I acted towards you. I treated you as if you were the last person I wanted to be with and when I didn't see you for several days, I realized how much I hurt your feelings." He took a deep breath, eyes focusing on you as he gripped your shoulders slightly. "Forgive me? I promise that I'll make it up to you."

Kenma hoped that you could notice the genuineness in his voice. He wasn't the type of person to talk too much but for you, he'd do it if it means having you forgive him and give him another chance.

"It's... alright, Kozume," you answered with a small smile.

"It's alright?" Kenma asked slowly. He knew that he should be happy that you forgave him easily but the way you said it made it seem like you were only forcing yourself.

It's like you didn't mean it.

"W-what do you mean it's alright?" he repeated.

"It means exactly what it means. I don't really see the point of holding a grudge against you, you know? You rejected me and I accepted it." Shrugging your shoulders, you walked pass him and went to sit on the couch. "I guess I just got too ahead of myself. I mean, you're Kenma Kozume, the Kodzuken of the gaming world. It would be impossible for you to like me, right? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my confession."

Kenma swallowed the lump forming inside his throat, eyes darting away from your figure as he shook his head no. "No... That's not true."

"What do yo-"

"I like you. How could you ever think that low of yourself?" he said, finally looking at you before he walking towards your direction. "It's not Kodzuken to you, y/n. Kozume - just Kozume. I don't want you to think that I'm someone all high and mighty just because people acknowledge me. I don't care about that. I want you. I want you to look at me the same way you did before. I want you to keep on clinging to me and to keep on cooking for me despite not knowing how to. I want you to like me again. I just want you.."

You felt your eyes well up with tears. After a long time of pining over someone you thought you wouldn't be able to reach, it was finally here - the moment you finally manage to hear the words you've longed to hear from him.

"D-do you mean that?" you asked with a small sob, your hand covering your face as you felt yourself being lifted and placed on Kenma's lap. "What if you're only saying that to make me feel better?"

"Of course I mean it. I was too stupid being scared of acknowledging my feelings towards you that I ended up rejecting you. I'm sorry." Gently, Kenma rubbed your back as he kept you in his arms, words of apologies continue slipping past his lips as he waited for you to stop crying.

"If I told you I still like you, would you promise not to treat me like shit again?" you asked while wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. "You were really mean to me, Kozu."

"I'd promise," Kenma answered with a nod.

Looking at him, you sniffled one more time. "Then I still like you," you said without taking your eyes off him.

You didn't fail to notice how Kenma's cheeks turned a lighter shade of red and the thought of how he got more flustered by your second confession than the fact that you were seated on his lap made you smile a little.

"Oh," Kenma uttered, as if suddenly not knowing how to react.

"You're supoosed to kiss me like those cliche movies," you said while encircling your arms around his neck.

Kenma's blushed even deeper after hearing that. Gulping, he gave a stiff nod before leaning in and finally planting his lips on yours.

His lips were soft against yours. Despite how tense he was at the beginning, he slowly managed to relax, fingers interlocking with your hair as he kept on moving his lips in synch with yours, both of your eyes closed as you savored the moment.

You felt yourself smiling in your kiss as you realized something - no longer were you just a fan but his s/o.

If you're reading this, hello.

I've decided that this will be the last part of the rejecting and regretting series. Though I had a lot of fun writing these, I'm no longer satisfied with how I'm writing them. The scenes were slowly becoming repetitive as well as the words. I'm craving for something new- something fresh that I've yet to explore. It was quite overwhelming how much people loved this series and I'm very thankful for that so I feel a little bad that this would be the last one. Don't worry, I still have some stuff brewing up that I hope you'd all enjoy.

Thank you so much for the love, support, and most importantly, for reading the series up until this last one. ♥️

[dememetor]

Haikyuu boys when they're drunk

characters iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi, kageyama tobio

warnings swearing (i swear, they don't, they're polite boys), uhh drinking? but that's pretty obvious

recent works: what it feels like to fall in love with them

Iwaizumi Hajime

You know how he's usually the mom friend?

Pulls a one fucking eighty

Has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever

Has to be under constant surveillance or Else

Once jumped off the first floor because Hanamaki told him not to

(Kyoutani soon followed after him too, but I digress)

There's just this little troublemaker in him that comes through when he's drunk and it amuses everyone, especially Hanamaki and Matsukawa who can't wait to join him when he starts doing stupid shit

However, when the alcohol starts wearing off he gets unusually quiet

Oikawa usually calls it the stage of regret

But in all honesty he just gets tired, usually falling asleep on the nearest couch

Or chair

Or the floor

Oikawa Tooru

Walks a fine line between being the life of the party and an emotional shipwreck

Once Yahaba accidentaly said his hair looked funny and he started crying on the spot

It's like his emotions are amplified, he's either having the time of his life or sitting in a corner wailing about something that happened four years ago

But when he's in a good mood, he laughs

All the time

(And it's like the prettiest sound in the world)

Refuses to drink anything else but vodka

Especially beer

Hates it with a burning passion

Insists that it tastes like piss

Matsukawa made him try the apple and lemon flavored ones but he's too stubborn to admit they're not bad

Has the highest alcohol tolerance out of them all mostly because he's been drinking since he was like 14

(Which is really bad, I do not condone this)

Knows exactly how much he can drink and how much everyone else on the team can drink, and usually watches out for them not to get too shitfaced

When they do though, he's the one to sit by them when they puke and call an uber to get them home

Just,, too sweet

Kuroo Tetsurou

Just like Oikawa, knows how not to get shitfaced

However, enjoys getting shitfaced from time to time

Makes the best cocktails

Doesn't let Kenma drink them

Owns a guitar and god damn can he play it

Usually doesn't like when other people listen to him but get him tipsy and he will hold an entire concert

Once Lev accidentaly broke his guitar when he tackled Yaku and since then Kuroo keeps it with him like it's the holy grail

I'm not even kidding, will start barking if you look at it the wrong way

Prefers whiskey

Loves playing with other people's hair

It's either you or Kenma, whoever he lays his hands on first

Learned how to braid hair on his sister and now does it so well it's on par with like Brad Mondo or some shit

Bokuto koutarou

Shares a similarity with a kinder surprise egg in a way that there is no possible way you know what you will get

Either ecstatic or emo, no in between

For some reason really likes taking his shirt off

Gets really fidgety

Can't stand still for two fucking seconds

Randomly leaves the conversation to run around and then comes back like nothing ever happened

Easily distracted

Someone needs to be with him at all times or he will randomly wander off

"Ohh I wanna pet that hedgehog."

"Bokuto, get your ass over here."

If he ends up in the emo stage... oh boy

Cries at everything

Once got emotionally attached to Konoha's pet grasshopper

Refused to leave without it so Konoha let him borrow it for the night but when Bokuto woke up he mistook it for a stick of wood and threw it away

Sakusa Kiyoomi

This man does not drink

The taste of alcohol genuinely disgusts him

People act stupid when they drink anyway

Also he takes volleyball very seriously

Can't drink if you're planning on competing profesionally y'know

BUT

He tried a cocktail once accidentally

The waitress switched his drink when he was out with his teammates and they made him try it

Will never admit it but it wasn't that bad

Tasted like juice, really

And let me tell you, tipsy sakusa kiyoomi is the cutest thing ever

Giggles

Just giggles all the time

Has conversations with himself about volleyballll

Sits down next to you, hugs your arm and just rambles about whatever's on his mind

Usually it's his next match

One time made you sit through a passionate 15 minute description of his breakfast

Also very affectionate

Will compliment the everloving shit out of anyone in a 10 meter radius

His hangovers arent even that bad but he stays in a godawful mood the entire next day

Kageyama Tobio

Rarely drinks

Him and Tsukishima usually stand aside (in silence) and watch others do stupid shit

Has a ridiculously low alcohol tolerance

I swear this boy gets drunk on fucking liquor chocolates

The first time he got tipsy he refused to believe it

"I can get up on my own, thanks Sugawara."

*Thud*

Both fascinated and scared of the fact that he can't walk straight

Gets really judgy

You know how analytical he gets when playing volleyball?

Well now he says it all out loud and it lowkey pisses everyone off

Well everyone except Tsukki who unironically enjoys this side of him

(Tsukki even looks forward to parties with kageyama because he can gossip about anything and Kageyama is actually great listener when drunk, but Tsukki would rather eat a lego than admit it)

Can't tell different alcohol apart

You can get him to say anything (which Tanaka and Nishinoya abuse a lot)

Shows affection in... unusual ways

Will hold your hand "So it's not too heavy for you"

Will apply the same logic to your face

Like he will just cup it and look you in the eye "it's ok you can relax now"

Like not even some cute shit, he's dead serious

[lovely-keii]

Calling Him Another Name

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Kuroo Tetsurou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Atsumu, Akaashi Keiji

Kageyama Tobio

“Hey, Taro! Could you get me the remote please?” His head turns so quick you don’t have time to react. You actually think he snapped his neck or something. “Y/N, my name isn’t Taro.” He looks at you with a confused but pressing look. “I know, Tobio. But could you please get me that bottle of water?”

He reluctantly hands you the bottle of water, albeit starting to get frustrated. You notice him trying to subtly glance at you. You pretend not to see him and instead, wait for him to speak up. “Y/N, why did you say Taro?” He asks, with a questioning yet soft tone. “Must’ve just been a slip of the tongue, Taro.”

His brows furrow and he stares at you, not making a noise. “Y/N, you’re still happy and in love with me, right?” You gape a little before wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I do! It was just me messing around with you!” You feel his chest relax as he lets our a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I love you so much.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“Hey Taro, could I get cuddles?” He doesn’t even respond, though he heard you clearly. “Babe?” He sends you a playful yet sharp smirk. “There’s no Taro here, babe.” He clearly emphasizes the ‘babe’. His grip on his phone tightens and you can see the fist where he rests his head on, clench tighter, ever so slightly. “I never said Taro-”

He goes back to looking at his phone screen. “Sure you didn’t. Now, why don’t you go and get cuddles from Taro or whoever your side dude is.” You gape at the obvious jealousy and hurt in his expression. “Baby, don’t be like that.” Kuroo lets out an exasperated sigh.

He turns to look at you, and for the first time in 2 years, he’s crying. “Y/N, were you not happy with me? Did I mess up somehow?” You were quick to comfort him, stopping him from further drowning in insecurities. You pull him into your embrace. “Of course not! I was just messing with you. I’m so sorry, Tetsu. In fact, I don’t think I even know a Taro.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

“Taro, I’m hungry. Wanna go out and eat?” You look over at him but he doesn’t budge, not sparing you a reaction. “Babe?” At that, he looks up at you. “Yes?” He looks like he genuinely didn’t hear you call him. “I asked if you wanted to go out and eat.” 

“No, I’m sure you asked Taro, though we are the only two at home.” You have to keep your giggles in. “I never said Taro, I said Ushi!” He tilts his head slightly in confusion. “No, you said Taro. I’m certain.” You almost burst out laughing at his ridiculed expression.

“Alright, I was just messing with you.” He smiles at you softly. “Oh. Well, I can still take you out to eat, if you don’t mind.” You nod and he gets up, reaching a hand which you take. “Babe, didn’t you think I was cheating on you with some guy named Taro, or something?” He gives you another warm smile, lightly squeezing your hand. “I trust you.”

Miya Atsumu

“I love you, Taro!” He turns to grin at you, then falters when he hears someone else’s name fall out of your mouth. “Y/N, what did you just say?” Pure disbelief is etched across his face. “Uh, I love you?” He shakes his head. “Y/N, you said Taro. Not Tsumu. Babe, who’s Taro?”

You look at him. “I never said Taro.” He looks down at his hands, a pained expression on his face. “No, I heard it. You said Taro. Y/N, you said you loved Taro.” He looks up at you, a silent plead for you to say something. “Taro, I said Tsum.”  “See? You said Taro again.” 

You couldn’t handle the heartbreak on his face. “Tsum-” “Y/N, was I not enough?” “No, Tsum listen-” “Can you tell me so I can change?” “Tsum-” “Y/N, did I-” “TSUM! I was just messing with you, so calm down, okay? I love you so much and I’ll only ever love you.” He takes you and holds you like his life depends on it. “I love you so much. Now, tell me who this Taro is. I’m gonna go beat him up.” You laugh. “Tsum, I don’t even know a Taro! Get back here!”

Akaashi Keiji

“Taro, could you help me get that?” He quietly picks up the book from the top shelf and hands it to you. “Y/N, who’s Taro?” He looks at you, not a hint of accusation in his eyes. “No one. I said Keiji, not Taro.” He sighs, a conflicted look plastered on his features.

“Y/N, if there’s something wrong, I’d really like you to tell me.” “Nothing’s wrong, Taro.” He looks at you, directly in your eyes. “Y/N, I want to believe that that was just another slip of the tongue but I’m going to need you to tell me.” His expression is one of sincerity and care, almost as if you didn’t just call him another guy’s name.

You wrap your arms around him, in awe of how understanding and loving he is. “Keiji, I was just messing around. You’re so amazing do you know that?” He wraps his arms around you, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m glad it was just a joke. I was really worried there, for a second. I love you.”

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

day 7: haikyuu boys and secret santa 🎅 🍪

a/n: ok can we talk about the new haikyuu illustrations bc kuroo makes me wanna BARK BARK- okay so now back to being wholesome

back to event masterlist!

includes: atsumu, hinata, kageyama, kuroo, kita

*i write these thinking about secret santa amongst the homies lmao

atsumu:

gives away who his person is because he tried to peer pressure them into saying what they wanted

“so hypothetically, *insert name*, what’s something you really needed right now”

“or like, what’s your favorite kind of clothing”

he just makes it too obvious because he’s asking his person all these questions out of nowhere

like they’re in the middle of practice and he’s like “what would you hypothetically ask santa for?”

or he asks osamu to ask discreetly and that twin goes “atsumu wants to know what you want for christmas” like NYDHDHD GUYS *facepalm*

in the end he gives up and just gives a volleyball - which is also not the worst thing

hinata:

this baby is so determined to not ruin it this year

but he’s also so bad at hiding surprises

he will not! make! it! obvious!

not again!

one time he asked kageyama if he thought x was a good present, not realizing his person was literally in the room i-

however his attempt at not being obvious is also quite obvious

he avoids any kind of conversation with his person and doesn’t even look at them

his person compliments him at practice and he just nods and looks away pls

safe to say he does actually get a decent present but any chance of surprise was long eliminated

kageyama:

decent at keeping his secret santa a secret

he kind of always has the same expression and he talks to most people the same so.. his person wouldn’t be able to tell any difference

but he’s also a bit clueless with what present to get

ofc his default is to refer to volleyball

he kind of just wonders what he wouldn’t mind getting

so his present is actually just basics

he buys his person new kneepads, training shorts, socks, and a tee shirt

he’s a tad bit nervous but his present is pretty practical

as i’ve established in my wrapping presents hcs, he throws all his shit in a bag and hopes for the best

kuroo:

thoroughly enjoys giving presents

highkey someone you would hope got you

always goes over the spending budget but he just really cares okay

mans wants to give his homies only the best 😤

since it’s a present for someone on the team, he probably gets a really nice hoodie from an athletic brand

gets so excited when they open it too

“it’s the therma kind of hoodie yanno! it’ll keep you extra warm!”

the kind to take a picture of his person opening his gifts because he’s a sentimental old man like that

kita:

i believe in best boy kita

always prepared to give his secret santa something useful and good

i feel like he’d buy one item of clothing like a sweater and a bunch of little snacks too

he pays extra attention to his friends too so the snacks are always their favorite kind

puts everything neatly into a bag, arranging the snacks in a way that they fit cozily

maybe he writes a little note and if atsumu is on the receiving end he’ll probably cry

[mizunetzu]

Heyo!! Can I request a Kuroo x male reader, where yn goes to give him a love letter one day, but he sees him with his new girlfriend??? And he’s like-sad and he tears up the note and he moves on??? But then one day kuroo asks to talk to him, and he confesses to reader, but since reader already moved on he doesn’t accept??? Angsty ending if you will 💔💔💔 thank you, Mr. Mizunetzu !!

Hi paola ily paola hee hee

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Kuroo x reader - you did once...

⚠️Warnings - Kuroo gets a gf, angst, not so much of a good ending?

Pronouns- male, he/him

You can find part two here!

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“(Y/n), can I talk to you real quick?”

(Y/n) looked up from adjusting his loose kneepad, and wiped a bead of sweat rolling off his face. He turned his head to his teammates still on their diving punishment, and looked back at Kuroo. They just lost to another school again, but he got his punishment done rather early. “Mm? Okay..?”

He rose to his feet, following Kuroo out the gym door. The walk to a secluded place far, far away from the main gym was silent and awkward, not to mention suspicious. If Kuroo wasn’t one of his good friends, he would’ve thought he was about to be kidnapped. Or murdered.

Eventually, they stopped where the fenced pathway met the grass. Kuroo stopped ominously, further proving (Y/n’s) ‘serial killer’ theory. He turned around, facing (Y/n), and leaned on the railing.

(Y/n) stiffly held his hands behind his back. “So...” he rocked on his heels, trying to seem as casual as possible. “...what did you...need...?”

He was met with no response. Kuroo, instead, gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles turning a pale white. His eyes were downcast and he was sweating like crazy. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

(Y/n) stepped forward and crouched down, so he could see Kuroos face behind the mop that was his hair. He rested his palms on his knees, trying to decide what to say.

“...I...think your hair looks nice...today...”

If it’s one thing he hates, it’s awkward silence. Not to mention the suspense of waiting on someone to say someone possibly life changing. I mean, why else should he drag him out miles away from the gym during training camp?

“Uh-If we don’t hurry up, we’re gonna miss our next match-“

“I need to get something off my chest.”

(Y/n’s) throat closed up. It was simple. The secluded area, Kuroo flushed face, fiddling and chipping the rust off the railing. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before. He’s been in this situation plenty of times, with girls he can’t even remember the face of. But oh how much he’d love to be in this situation a few months ago.

————

‘Just do it. just do it. God, just do it. Worse comes to worse, he’s straight. It’s not like he’s the type of person to de-friend someone because they like them!’

(Y/n) gripped the white envelope behind his back harshly, crinkling it on the corners. It had a red, heart shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Tetsu’ written in dark pink across the back.

Both Karasuno and Nekoma were bidding their new friends goodbye, all scattered across the parking lot of Karasuno. (Y/n) paced around awkwardly, looking for Kuroo’s familiar mop of black, messy hair. He was nervous, to say the least. Very nervous.

“Ne, Kenma,” (Y/n) placed a sweaty palm on Kenmas handheld game, pushing it down lightly and forcing him to look up.

“Mm.”

“Have...have you seen Tetsurou? I need to give him something.”

Kenma hummed in acknowledgment, and nudged his head to the side. Sure enough, Kuroo was there, off in the distance and talking to someone he couldn’t make out. His back was facing towards them, and his hand was on his hip. (Y/n’s) heart pounded even more.

“Th..an..k...y-you...” (Y/n) gave a lopsided, very stressed out smile, and limped his way over to Kuroo. Kenmas eyes were drawn to the extremely obvious love-letter being wrinkled by (Y/n’s) sweaty hands. He pursed his lips.

He then looked up to the petite girl chatting with Kuroo. It wasn’t visible in (Y/n’s) line of sight, but it was to Kenma. He almost felt kind of bad.

(Y/n) stopped dead behind Kuroo, his eyes fixated on the ground as he ran through his memorized confession for the millionth time that day. He tapped on his shoulder, keeping the letter flush against his back with his other hand.

Kuroo turned around, and that was when his eyes landed on the brown-haired girl wearing an obviously oversized Nekoma jacket. From context of the scene, (Y/n) supposed it was Kuroo’s. He gripped the letter tighter.

The girl walked forward and extended her hand out. Her bubbly aura practically suffocated (Y/n). “Hi! You must be ‘(Y/n)’. Tetsu was just talking about you! You two are like—buddy buddies right?”

‘Tetsu.’ That was (Y/n’s) nickname for him. Only he got to call him ‘Tetsu’...and who gave her the right to call him by his first name?

(Y/n) glanced at Kuroo. Kuroo shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned. It wasn’t his usual shit-eater smirk, rather a genuine, lovesick dopey smile. A smile (Y/n’s) never seen before, not directed at him at least. It was a sight he wanted to burn into his mind, but at the same time, he wanted to slap that smile right off his face.

“(Y/n), this is Yumi-chan. She’s our new manager.”

Kuroo stepped behind Yumimite, and draped his arms around her dainty shoulders.

“She’s also my new girlfriend~”

“Oh-hush it, you!” Yumimite turned around and berated Kuroo with small punches, earning a playful chuckled from the Kuroo. (Y/n’s) grip on the wrinkled letter loosened.

“...ahaha! Congrats..! When...when did you two get together?” If (Y/n) was good at anything, he was good at pretending to be interested in something. Maybe he should’ve joined the drama club instead of the volleyball club.

“Mm. We got together just last week. She gave me a love letter.” Kuroo patted the girl on her head, ruffling her neat brown hair and making her blush red. It looked like it felt nice. He wondered how it would feel to have Kuroo’s undivided attention, to be pat on the head like a blushing schoolgirl. To be a small, pretty girl next to Kuroo, to have the ability to call him ‘his’. All his nervousness simmered away, replaced by a strange ache of numb.

“Well, that’s awesome dude! Honestly, I don’t know how you managed to snag a girlfriend before me...” (Y/n) slouched dramatically, quickly hooking the letter in the waistband of his volleyball shorts and tugging his shirt over it. “Especially such a cutie like her! I’m (L/n), by the way...”

Kuroo chuckled, slinging an arm around Yumimite. “Don’t go flirting with my girl now. You have plenty of girls practically throwing their panties at you.”

‘Yeah...but I’m gay, Tetsurou. For you no doubt! I-I love you-!’

(Y/n) almost wanted to yell that out. And he almost did. But he chose instead to keep silent and laugh in response.

(Y/n) bowed slightly. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I just wanted to say hi to Tets-uh, Kuroo...”

Kuroo tilted his head at the use of his last name, but brushed it off when Yumi hooked her arm in his. The couple bid their goodbyes, as they turned around and walked off. (Y/n) followed suite, turning around robotically and marching off.

Once he was a good enough distance away, he stopped behind a trash can and fished the letter out from his sweaty back.

He watched as the big pink words ‘To Tetsu’ bled and distort with every falling teardrop rolling down his cheeks. The water expanded and smudged the ink lighter and lighter until the words were practically indecipherable. You couldn’t tell it was a love letter anymore. Especially because (Y/n) ripped and trashed it up til it was a pile of pink and white paper shreds.

He tossed the stray flakes of soggy paper into the trash bin, watching as it fluttered and twirled tauntingly down the trash can. He quietly scrubbed at his red hot face, probably soaking his shirt with his salty tears. He rested his hands on the edges of the bin.

“Okay...” (Y/n) stretched up, spitting onto the concrete. “I...wonder...if my favorite ramen place is open...”

Strangely he didn’t feel devastated, or heartbroken at all. He just felt sort of numb. He didn’t feel the need to blast heartbreak music and cry out on his bed for hours on end. In fact, he was glad. Albeit a bit raw, and maybe a bit tired, but glad.

He got closure for the confusing feelings bubbling down his throat ever since he’d met Kuroo Tetsurou. He got his answer, and even if it wasn’t the preferred one, it was something.

The recovery process was easier than most people would think. It only took a couple long days to get him back to his prime condition. It was a given, since (Y/n) had so much other things to be worrying about. Midterms, volleyball practice, his friends. It’s a given that he would move on the things that was no longer on his priority list.

And Kuroo Tetsurou was no exception.

——

It was kind of pathetic to see such a high strung man like Kuroo so shaky and nervous. Though, he felt the same way three months ago, spending the whole golden week perfecting a letter he never got to read. What a hypocrite he was.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. “So...what did you wanna say?”

“I-just,” Kuroo swallowed thickly. “Ah-I...give me a second...”

“Okay, take you time, Kuroo~” he stood back up to his full height, and leaned on the rail across from him. It was obvious they weren’t gonna get anywhere. “So...hows ‘Yumi-chan’ doing?”

“Ah. We broke up. She’s gay. She has a girlfriend now.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. Though, good for her for snagging a girlfriend. No offense.” Kuroo mumbled out a ‘none taken.’ (Y/n) continued.

“Was that what you wanted to talk about? Her breaking up with you?”

“No! Actually, I broke up with her first. And it was...it was kinda mutual.” Kuroo sharply inhaled. “But it does have something to do with what I need to tell you.”

How could he be more obvious. (Y/n) forced a smile. It felt mandatory now. “Really? That’s interesting. Do tell.”

‘Please...Please don’t say it.’

“I broke up with her...because I had these...feelings.”

‘Please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to read it. I don’t want to know it.’

“And you know how she’s gay? Well, I think I am too.”

‘No shit Sherlock. I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve been fiddling around with your hands like a schoolgirl. Stop it, so we can just be friends like we used to be. Don’t make it awkward. Don’t make me hear it. Please.’

“And...well...”

‘Don’t make me look at your crestfallen face when I say no. It’s too much for even me to handle. I don’t want to see that.’

(Y/n) knitted his eyes shut. A fierce shudder threatened to rattle him and cover Kuroo’s mouth, but he kept still, as difficult as it was. He braced for impact.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

There it was.

(Y/n) pursed his lips and let his smile finally drop. Kuroo looked up from his trained gaze on the ground, only to be met with (Y/n’s) pitiful expression. (Y/n) never saw his face go from hopeful and love struck to devastated and heartbroken so fast.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. He was going to lay him down gently if it was the last thing he did. “...uh.”

He never said it’d be easy, though.

“If it makes you feel better...I did like you once, Tetsurou.” He only used his full first name during important situations, as he switched to using his last name instead of his first a long time ago. A lump grew in Kuroo’s throat.

Kuroo jabbed at his chest exasperatedly. “T-then what’s the problem?! We both-“

“The problem is I don’t love you. Not anymore.” Kuroo fell silent. He was so prepared to do anything it took to win over (Y/n), but after standing in front of him now, it was clear. Watching as he looked down at him with a pitying expression that made his brain go numb. He would get no where if he tried.

“...a-anymore? You liked me before? When!? Why didn’t I know?!” Kuroo grasped fistfuls of his black hair, a cold sweat condensing on his forehead. He was so animatedly desperate it was kind of sad.

“Not too long ago. Though, you kept me waiting since forever. And I thought I could wait forever.” A sorry chuckle emitted from (Y/n’s) lips. “I watched you go though girlfriend after girlfriend, Tetsurou. You even introduced me to Yumimite when I was going to confess to you. How do you think that felt? Even I got tired of waiting.”

“You...you were...” Kuroo had never felt so helpless. (Y/n) shrugged.

“I would give you the love letter I wrote for you that day, but it’s in a trash can somewhere. Ripped to shreds. And I don’t remember the words I wrote. I’m sorry, Tetsurou.” (Y/n) sighed and patted Kuroo on the head.

“You missed your chance...”

Kuroo’s eyes stung, threatening to unleash hell, but he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. No matter what. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck and stood back up.

“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry aswell.

“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile conotated with pity.

“You did once.”

——————

Go sit there and stare at the wall in silence as you feel bad for Kuroo getting rejected by you. Go on, stare. Maybe then I’ll consider a part 2 (and if people comment or reblog asking for a part 2, hee hee.)

[starconsumer444]

Anniversary (18+)

Kenma x Male!Reader

A/N: Turns out that hiatus isn't permanent, so I'm back with my really shitty writing! I'll start taking requests again too (but I'm going to be slow at doing them and I probably won't get to all of them lol) <3

(CW/TW: Top!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sadist!Reader, Kidnapper!Reader, The reader is literally evil personified ;P, Kidnapping, Spit, RAPE/NONCON, FORCED FEMINIZATION [Kenma gets referred to as princess and his asshole is referred to as a cunt, needless to say... he doesn't like it], Blood [it's a nosebleed], hitting, crying, a lot of bad things??? disassociation??? this is... yeah... I tried...)

“I don’t want to hurt you.” That’s what you say, but Kenma can still feel the dull ache in his nose. “You’re too beautiful to hurt, you know?” You coo, lifting his chin with your index, forcing his eyes to meet yours. They’re puffy, red, and filled with hate. You smile and Kenmas stomach is in knots. His mind is telling him to run, but there’s nowhere to go, is there?

Trying to run is the reason blood is flowing so freely from his nose, down his chin, and on to the white dress you forced him into this morning. The bow around the dress— it’s pulled too tight. He’s undone the knot three times today, but every time you come and pull it back around his waist somehow tighter than the last time every...single...fucking...time.

Tears start to well up in his eyes again and when the first one starts to fall you let him drop his head. He’ll be past all this crying soon, he just has to get used to it or you’ll beat it out of him; whichever comes first.

He curls into himself, smearing blood and tears all into the skirt of the dress that surrounds him.

Beautiful, you think.

“I hate you.” It’s small, it’s quiet, it’s weak, it’s not worthy of a response— not yet— at least. You ignore it. You’ll let him have that one.

You're merciful enough to let him cry  on the floor between your legs as you flip through channels on the couch. You’re looking for something specific, something that will really help commemorate this as your one month anniversary.

Needless to say, you find it, right on time.

He lifts up suddenly, as if controlled by strings like a puppet, wiping tears from his eyes and turning to face the tv. He hears her voice and tears won't stop falling. They can’t stop falling when he sees his distraught mother on television crying about her son who’s been missing for a month. They can’t stop falling when he sees all his fans with candles holding prayer circles and praying for his safe return. They can’t stop falling when he sees his old friend, Kuroo, holding his shattered mother in a tight hug.

None of the words from the news broadcast register. He just sees people crying and holding each other. He sees candles lit for him. He sees flyers of his missing face being handed out. Then it’s over as quickly as it started, with the reporter coming back into frame and passing it off to one of her coworkers.

He turns to you with a new type of rage boiling inside of him and surfacing on his face. He’s up on his knees, perfectly manicured hands grasping at the fabric covering your thighs, brows furrowed, and finally looking you in the eye of his own volition. It’s the first time in a while it looks like he’s really seeing you.

What is he going to do?, You wonder.

“You know better than to hit me, don’t you?”

Surely he knows what will happen, he’s tried it several times since you’ve had him and not once has it ended positively for him.

His hands are gripping the fabric of your sweats, twisting at it with a certain fury that tells you he wants to hurt you. He does this a lot— it’s as if he has to muster up the courage to carry out such a fruitless action.

His body feels like he’s in a burning house. He can’t take this mocking. He can’t take this abuse. He can’t do it anymore. You’re watching him burn and not letting him leave or even trying to put the fire out. He wants to go home. He wants to hug his mom and tell her he’s alright. He’s tired of this.

“Please, let me call her.” He talks with a tight jaw, anger seething through clenched teeth. His head falls with his tears wetting his hands and your sweatpants. “Please let me call her. I want to go home so bad. Please.”

“No.”

And that’s all it takes.

“I fucking hate you!” and before he can even think to hurt you, he’s already down. All it takes is one good slap to the face and he’s back to his senses. His hands free the fabric he was holding on to for dear life.

He knows where he’s at. He knows he can’t win.

He lays arms crossed in your lap, sobbing. His body is wracked with shivers periodically as you stroke his hair.

“Pretty girls don’t act like this, you know.”

I’m not a girl, He thinks to himself. He’s far too gone to assert himself in any way right now.

“It’s okay to hate me. I still love you even if you do hate me.”

Kenma can’t stand that softness in your voice. You’re too good at playing the good guy. Anyone who wasn’t in his position would be inclined to fall for your fake prince charming bullshit. Is that how a psychopath like you gets by? You pretend to be soft spoken and harmless then hurt people when no one else can see you.

“You’re sick.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

You let him cry like that for ten minutes. You let him curse you under his breath (where he should keep it if he doesn’t like getting hurt), you let him get it all out. He even quietly begs for his mom and you can’t help but to think about how cute he is.

You pull him up by the back of his hair. Kenmas only got more beautiful since he’s been with you; you didn’t think it was possible. With drying blood and tears everywhere he’s mesmerizing. Even with your hands locked in his hair, this feels too good to be real.

He’s not looking at you, his eyes are unfocused, it’s more like he’s looking through you. Despite that, you pull him in for a kiss, blood and tears still fresh on his face. Of course, he doesn’t kiss back, but for once he doesn’t resist. It’s a small victory.

Now there's a growing tent under the surface of your sweats.

You let him go and pat the wide space on the couch beside you, “Get up here.”

Kenma shakes his head and backs away from you.

“Please let me go.” He pushes his body further away the moment you stand to tower over him. Then he’s turning and slipping on the skirt of the dress in his panicked rush to get away from you. He knows what’s going to happen and he wants no part in it.

You lift him with ease and slam him down onto the couch. Not once does he stop fighting you. He’s yelling for help and for you to stop. He’s kicking and screaming, begging like you’re going to kill him. Doesn’t he know that no one can hear him? It’s been a month and he hasn't figured out that much? If he’s that dumb, maybe he does really need you...

Still, it’s annoying and leaves you with no choice but to wrap your hand around his small throat. He kicks you in the stomach and your only response is to squeeze harder.

The fear sets in right then and there for Kenma. He stops his flailing and looks up to you with apologetic eyes. He doesn’t want to pass out, you choked him like this when he first got here. He can’t do it again— he doesn’t want to.

His hands come up to gently hold your wrists and his eyes become more apologetic with the increased pressure.

“Are you gonna calm down or do I have to calm you down myself?”

Kenmas body goes rigid for a second, but then he realizes he has to respond. He nods. His heart feels like it might beat out of his ribcage, but he has no choice but to force himself to stay calm.

Slowly, you release your grasp on his neck and flip up his dress to reveal his clean shaven legs and white lace panties (that do little to cover his private area). Your hand strokes down the soft skin of his thigh and you can feel him tense up, “Calm down princess. You wanna make me feel good, right?”

Kenma shakes his head and recoils expecting to be hit for his honesty.

You just chuckle as he slowly realizes you’re not going to hurt him for that and settles into himself. “Cute.” You say.

“Please…” The blonde mutters out.

“Please what?”

His throat hurts and his voice is shaky, “Don’t make me do this. I can’t do this again.” It sounds like he’s about to start crying again.

It’s been a month since you did this the first time and it’s been six days since the last time.

Kenma sees that you’re lost in thought and takes it upon himself to sit up as carefully as possible so that you don’t hit him. “Let me…” He trails off slipping his soft hand under the waistbands of both your sweatpants and underwear.

His strokes are graceless. He’s shaky, unsure, and clearly has no idea how to go about this. He only feels you getting harder in his hand as he looks you in the eye’s trying to find any sign of mercy.

You smile, “You’re such a good girl, huh?”

Kenma forces himself to smile back, but his fear is more obvious. “Yeah, Imma good girl.” He nods aggressively. If it means he has any chance of getting out of this, he’ll comply without a second thought. Dignity doesn’t matter when he’s here, he’s come to understand.

He plants soft kisses up your neck and across your jaw, and still his hand never stops. He’s so precious when he’s absolutely terrified.

“Use your spit.”

Immediately he pulls his hand away from you, spits in it, and goes right back to jerking your length. He’s so bad at it, it hardly feels good.

You titter at how anxious he seems and he jumps at the sound.

“Princess…” You start, and he hums in response. “I’m still going to fuck you, you know that, right?”

His hand withdraws straight away, “Please, no.” His head rests against your chest as he pleads for mercy. “I can’t take it. I don’t like it.”

“It’s okay, you’ll learn to like it.” You feel him shake his head. “Now, lay down.” He goes without protest.

Kenma’s far away from this by now. In his head, he’s anywhere but here. Still, he feels everything happening to him and hears everything going on around him. He doesn’t miss the sensation of you sliding off those lace panties or miss your hands on his hips turning him over to lay on his stomach. He can feel your tongue gliding over his hole, but he can’t react to it. He doesn’t squirm like he usually would— just takes whatever you’re doing to him.

The first noise Kenma makes is when you slide a single spit soaked finger into him. He’ll never get used to that sensation, and it grounds him every time. You can hear him sniffle and whine just as you thought he had run out of tears or at least had given up crying for the night.

Your finger drags against the special bundle of nerves and his body convulses and he lets out a yelp, that’s when you think it’s time to put in two fingers.

Your assault on his prostate continues and he cums, but he doesn’t seem to register it all that much. His senses are clearly a bit dulled by some sort of trauma defense mechanism his brain has. It doesn’t matter to you, though. You pull your fingers out of him and lube up your length with spit before pressing into his hole.

That gets a reaction, an intense one. He’s yelling, his words are slurred, and he’s pushing back at your waist, using his hand to try to get you to get out of him. His face looks mortified, like he didn’t know this was going to happen.

You simply grab his arm and pin it behind his back. No matter how hard he fights against you, he’ll never win and will always give up.

He’s so tight, and he’s spasming around you trying to adjust.

“Ahhh- your cunt’s so perfect, just for me, huh?” You moan out.

“No! No! No!” His voice is hoarse, he’s yelling and kicking his legs. You just press your weight onto him more.

When you start to thrust, he starts to say sorry and calm down. He’s sure he did something wrong but he just doesn’t know what. He’s sure that if he apologizes this will all be over, like some horrific nightmare.

His complaints are drowned out by your moans; it's been that way every time you’ve done this.

“Fuck, baby,” You moan breathily into his ear. “You’re so tight. You were made for this.” Kenmas head falls into the wet couch cushion. “I love you so much.”

Kenma cums again, and he must feel it this time judging by the pained moan he lets out. His body jerks with the harshness of your thrusts. There’s a mixture of sounds but the most apparent are moans and the sound of skin meeting skin.

You let go of his arm opting to pull him up by his hair, when you do, he’s back to his dazed apologizing. He seems so broken, it's exhilarating. Your “I love you.” is only met with another bland “I’m sorry.” it's clear he won't remember most of this.

When you cum inside him, there’s no reaction from him. You get up, leave him limp on the couch and go take a shower. When you come back, he’s just like you left him, still breathing, but generally unresponsive. He’s a great wife.

[kaijime]

hi!! may i request candy cane prompt #15 with kuroo?

“were you touching yourself?...would you like some help?” with kuroo tetsurou

cw. roommates au, dub-con? He just surprises you, vaginal penetration, daddy kink, slight dacryphilia

a/n. I got so invested in this, I wrote this in one sitting

You’re too lost to notice. Too mesmerized by the feeling of your fingers pumping inside your tiny hole, and you can’t hear when your roommate opens the front door. Not with the sounds of the bed creaking, or your moans, desperate to get off.

“Hahh- please please-!” You pleaded to the silence, your knees grew weak under your weight, feeling too good to hold you, trembling everytime your fingers shoved further into your pulsing cunt. You felt so close to reaching that sweet spot buried inside of you, but it still wasn’t enough.

You lose yourself, trying to relax and close your eyes in order to reach your orgasm, but somewhere along the lines of relaxing you were startled, not only because of the sudden shifting of the mattress, but because of the calloused hands that took hold of your hips, and because of the hard object that brushed against your sensitive area.

“Look at this, what a lovely sight to walk into” you knew exactly who’s voice was that.

“Kuroo-! What are you-?”

“We’re you touching yourself?” He asked, the answer was quite obvious, considering your position, he just wanted to hear you admit it. A warm blush covered your cheeks while you looked for the right words.

“Mhmm” you took your fingers out of your hole, a small string of your juices connected them with your pussy, giving him the perfect view of just how wet you were.

“Yeah?... Would you like some help?” You nodded your head vigorously. This would probably ruin your relationship as roommates, for the better or for the worst, but at this point it didn’t matter. Not when you had everything you needed in front of you, or much rather, behind you.

“I need you to say it sweet girl, say you want me to fuck you. I want you to beg for it” he said. He’d already slipped off his pants, just enough to let his erection out of its restraints and rubbing against your entrance.

“Please Kuroo, want you to fuck me... I want you to make me cum-! Hnng-!” You were thrown off when he inserted himself so quickly. It was clear you’d prepped yourself with your fingers, but nothing could’ve prepared your for his size.

He was way bigger than your fingers, any toys you’d ever used where put to shame when he was inside of you, hitting all the perfect spots and grazing all the right places to make you cum. He didn’t even have to move, you just came when he sheathed himself.

“Aww, little girl came already? All you needed was a big cock to go inside this cute pussy? I didn’t even have to move” he teased, purpusefully pressing his tip over that spongy spot in your walls.

“Hmm-! Just fuck me already...” your whiny tone made it more evident just how much you wanted him, and who was he to deny you? He put his hips to work, thrusting into you with fevor and holding onto your hips while you did your best to meet his pace. “Fuckfuck-!fuck Kuroo”

“That’s daddy for you, slut” he corrected, slapping your ass with his palm and using his other hand to press your back, making your arms go weak and your head to fall onto the pillows beneath you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you cried soft sobs of pleasure. “Why’re you crying? Hm?”

“Just feels so good Tetsu-“

“How many times do I have to tell you?!” This time he sounded genuinely mad “I’m not going to repeat it again. Say it with me” he pulled your hair and made your back arch to whisper it in your ear. “Repeat after me, da-ddy”

The fact he’d spelled it out for you, as if you were a child, it made you feel demeaned, so small compared to him.

“Da-ddy” he repeated “Say it!”

“Daddy-! Daddy please... I wanna cum” you could practically feel his satisfied smirk behind you, he felt proud of himself.

“Really? You’re already creaming so much around me, how much more can you cum?” He spat. Your moans increased in volume everytime he hit your cervix, probably bruising your insides at this point, but you didn’t mind. Not when he’d pressed your head and was practically suffocating you against the pillow.

“Gonna cum- mmfuck f-feels so good!” You moaned, even though the male could barely hear you, he knew you’d want him to keep fucking you through your orgasm, especially with the way you were clamping down on him and sucking him back inside everytime he moved his hips outwards.

It wasn’t long before he joined you in your state of pure bliss, pulling out and cumming all over your ass, painting your lower back with his white seed. “Oh fuck- fuck that was so good”

©️ kaijime | all content belongs to kaijime, do not modify or repost

[sugakuns]

[hc] kuroo, akaashi & ushijima when their relationship is accidentally outed

today is the day i try and write for ushijima and akaashi TT, please tell me if i made any of the characters too ooc!!!

→ kuroo testurō

Okay the only reason it was outed was bc lev has a crush on you and kuroo couldn’t stand it lmao

Like you’re his s/o not lev’s so why would be put up with it

The team (besides kenma ofc, bokuto too but that’s another story) just thought you were a close childhood friend like kenma and that’s why you’d stop by after your club and wait to walk with the duo

but little did they know 👀

so one day you were waiting for kuroo outside the gym and lev and the rest stood outside with you while you were waiting

ofc lev being the airhead he is decided that this was prime time for flirting

by flirting I mean he literally just goes “you’re pretty” to ur face with his cute dumb grin

kuroo overhears and comes storming out cause he can’t stand the way lev looks at u in ur cute uniform 🥺

“Will you stop flirting with my s/o dumbass” tbh kuroo wasn’t really even trying to hide it but cause u two never kissed or anything in front of the team everyone just thought you were close

cue lev.exe stopped working

“s-s/o??” you can hear his heart snapping in half from a mile away lmao

yamamoto is screaming cuz he thought were single smh

lowkey tanaka and noya know abt u too sjsjs

y’all left them in the dust to cry cause ur sexy ass was taken by mr.smooth 🥳

→ ushijima wakatoshi

The reason you never visited was bc tendou scared the shit out of u lmao

but alas ushijima promised to let u have a sleepover in his house so you had to wait for his practice to finish so you could go home together

tbh you debated just standing outside but everyone kept giving you strange looks so you eventually stepped in and very quietly watched from the corner

ofc washijō seen you so u were like “ushijima told me to wait for him” and lemme tell u this bitch flipped and just thought you were a fangirl and created a whole big scene

ushijima knows you’re shy (obvs) so when the old man tried to push you out while screaming he came to your rescue

“that’s my s/o” he said it in such a monotone voice like it was so obvious lmao

cue tendou wrecking havoc

he’d seen you a million times around ushijima but even the guess monster didn’t guess that you were his s/o

your face was so red because of all the attention on you and you just wanted the ground to swallow you

eventually the chaos simmered down but tendou was pissed that he couldn’t even guess 😔✊

now you’ll constantly have one of the team members watching over you in school cause ushijima ordered them too 🥴

semi was not impressed

→ keiji akaashi

honestly you’re the only reason he survives practice

like honestly how does this man keep his patience around bokuto lmao

anyways,,

you planned to pop by practice and hopefully catch akaashi before you went home

um,,, that didn’t happen lmao

“Hey, hey, hey! There’s a pretty girl out here!”

oh no

he’s spotted you

“umm i came to see akaashi..” bokuto screams cause he thinks that his besties got a girl crushing on him (he was close enough lol)

since akaashi isn’t really one to share his emotions unless someone does something stupid he didn’t feel the need to share about your relationship

so rip you ig cause now you’ve got a man child harassing you

“bokuto what are you doing to (y/n)-san?”

“you’re on first name basis?!”

“well yeah, that’s kinda the whole point?”

“huh”

“we’re dating?”

“..what”

yk the expression calm before the storm

yeah you wanna get out of there before bokuto goes apeshit bc WHY DIDNT HE KNOW

expect bokuto to follow you on every social media that night 😌✊