#kuroo reader insert

[malereadermaniac]

૮ • ﻌ - ა Virgins ~ Haikyuu & BNHA men x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Plot: How Daichi, Kuroo, and Lev are during their first time with you - as well as: Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki

Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader Characters are aged up!!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Virgin!Daichi who never wanted to impose on you or seem like a perv, so you had to make the first move. The Karasuno captain would get overwhelmed with just kissing, so when you suggested that you take things further, the man almost short-circuited. Sure, he could handle making out with you, with your legs around his waist or his knee just below your crotch, but that didn't mean that his mind wasn't RACING whilst your tongue was toying with his. So when your (overly-)kind boyfriend heard you offer him a blowjob, he couldn't even look you in the eyes or he knew he would fold, subsequently bombarding you with "you don't have to" 's.

Virgin!Daichi who couldn't control the plethora of moans and whines and chants of your name as you skillfully went to town on his dick. You didn't mean to overwhelm your cute boyfriend, but you did want to make him never forget his first bj; so you may have pulled out all of your best moves. You were complimenting him non-stop, on his looks, his voice, and most of all his thick, veiny, uncut dick which you "loved shoo much". Anytime Daichi would tug on your hair just a little tighter, you quickly yet effortlessly pulled off of his dick and just looked up into your boyfriend's eyes, while his pretty impressive dick rested on your face; covered in your spit and showing off just how big it was compared to your face. And in the same way that Daichi could barely take his eyes off of you, you couldn't take your eyes off of Daichi. He just looked so fucking hot; fighting the urge to shut his eyes and drown in the pleasure just so that he could keep looking at you, Daichi's mouth would fall agape more and more the longer you worked his cock and his tongue show it's pretty pink surface once in a while, oh and the way Daichi's muscles would flex! His pecks and abs would tense as his muscular arms showed off his veins, all because of your magical mouth; Daichi's fingers gripping your hair tighter and his blissful look turning into one of raw pleasure as he came down your throat, his eyes shutting tight and then opening once more, only to be rolled to the back of his head as his hips give tiny jolts of pleasure.

Virgin!Daichi who had never felt the way he felt then. Not even just sexually! Although it was true that he'd never felt such pleasure before, he'd never been so fucking hard, so fucking horny, and SO FUCKING ATTRACTED TO YOU. But also, in that moment he felt so much love! He just really fucking loves you. You took such great care with him and were so patient, Daichi felt guilty that he couldn't verbalise his love and thankfulness in the moment, but that was mainly your fault after all...

Virgin!Kuroo who gets visibly excited when you suggest having sex. Although the volleyball player seems to have tons of charisma and charm, he's always been too busy with college and volleyball to focus on relationships. That was until you came along, and along with you came Kuroo's buried sexual desires; and they took over. The handsome man didn't wanna scare you off though, so he stuck to thinking about you as he jerked off and being the perfect, non-creepy boyfriend instead. But holy shit did things change when you asked him if he wanted to fuck. The smile on his face didn't fade until a new, even happier expression took over, and then a smug expression...

Virgin!Kuroo who can't contain his excitement, running his smooth hands over every inch of your exposed body; of course, finishing his exploration and setting up camp on your plump ass, squeezing your cheeks and kneading them like dough. Kissing Kuroo in this moment was different, the love was still there like always but he felt more dominant; his tongue guiding yours instead of you guiding him like before. As the two of you made out, Kuroo manoeuvred your body to be below his, and quickly the man broke the kiss and trailed his way down your body with little pecks and bites; SINCE WHEN DID YOUR VIRGIN BOYFRIEND HAVE SO MUCH SKILL??!!?!

Virgin!Kuroo who gets too impatient and shoves himself inside of you a little too quickly after promising to go slow... You expected it though, you could see it on his face; when Kuroo slowly slid his tip inside, his eyes widened and his smile dropped into a pleasured sigh. The room was filled with Kuroo's horny, sexy moans. His groans echoing inside the bedroom along with the soft sound of his thighs smacking against yours at a slow pace. Kuroo was above you, brokenly moaning your name and whining at your tightness, his face flushed pink and his eyes hazy with love and lust; your boyfriend was cock-drunk off of you, unable to think straight because of how good he felt being inside of you, being near you, kissing you.

Virgin!Kuroo who has never been the same since fucking you. This man is the horniest piece of shit known to man, you two fuck like every other hour!! He's such a bad influence on you, 'cause he knows you can never say no to him; which has indeed led to you two fucking in storage closets, changing rooms, clubrooms, classrooms, bathrooms, and even his parent's bedroom!!! You can't complain though, the sex is fucking killer every time. And even in a non-sexual sense, your relationship has never been better! Kuroo is fucking in love with you, and you're just as head-over-heels for him!

Virgin!Lev who has never been in a relationship due to looking kinda intimidating to most people, but you saw him for the sweet dork he really was! Your relationship with the taller man was always quite wholesome; dates like any other couple and hanging out. Being a virgin actually made Lev a little insecure about his relationship with you - what if he wasn't any good in bed and you broke up with him! So it was understandable that it took until the 6-month mark for you two to actually sleep together, and of course, it was you who proposed the idea. Even though Lev was very nervous, he couldn't deny the fact that he did really wanna have sex with you, his body showing that fact by popping a boner the SECOND you mentioned fucking.

Virgin!Lev who was high on pleasure very quickly, all worries and nerves evaporating from his body once he was inside of you. Your warm smile and patience really helped to ease Lev into it (in more ways than one lol). Oh and when your boyfriend started to thrust? It was over for him. This man was drunk on pleasure, your warmth, your tightness, it was all too much for him. Lev went from trying to give you backshots in doggy like he'd seen in porn, to resting his chest on your back and hugging your waist as he pathetically humps you! You didn't mind though, hearing your boyfriend's rugged breaths and moans in your ear was hot, as well as feeling his strong, long arms around your waist, his fit chest against your back; both you and Lev also couldn't deny that the size difference between you both was a HUUUUGE turn on! Oh and not to mention the sexy "chert voz'mi da..." and "tak khorosho, khorosho, khorosho...." that Lev would mumble to himself as he began to lose his pace and fuck into you like a desperate animal. Hearing your boyfriend swear in Russian was something you didn't know you needed so damn bad.

translation: chert voz'mi da ~ Fuck yes tak khorosho, khorosho, khorosho ~ so good, good, good

Virgin!Bakugo who's too smug and too prideful to ever let onto the fact that he is a MEGA virgin!! Like never even held hands romantically! The only person he'd even really had those feelings for was you, so it made sense that the temperamental man hadn't had much sexual experience; however that doesn't mean that Katsuki doesn't understand the social stigma around that, and his ego would never allow his reputation to take such a hit. So to say you were shocked when your boyfriend finally let his stupidly high walls down and confessed to you that all his big talk was bullshit, well that would be an understatement.

Virgin!Bakugo who doesn't let the fact that he's never even kissed someone get in the way of finally getting it on with you; effortlessly pulling out tricks that would make you think he was kind of a playboy! Katsuki knew to loosen you, knew about your prostate and exactly how to stroke it in a way that made you spiral, and the man was even talking that talk AND walking that walk; his actions and words were on point! You were pleasantly surprised by how easy your boyfriend had made your job, you'd prepared yourself to talk the blonde through everything! What you didn't know, however, was that Katsuki had been studying up on gay sex since your one-week anniversary... Bless his heart.

Virgin!Bakugo who kind of rocks your world! His pace rough but not fast; it felt good, he was hitting all the right spots with that big dick of his, and his attitude was (for lack of better words) just straight-up hot. However, that's not to say that Katsuki wasn't almost immediately overwhelmed by pleasure, and his brain was slowly but surely starting to turn to mush just from the warmth and tightness of your ass. The blonde was stuttering on most words, moans ripping from Bakugo's throat and interrupting whatever he was saying; but it just made it all the more enjoyable - your boyfriend feeling so damn good 'cause of you, it was a huge turn-on for you. And ever since the first time, Katsuki has moved his strict nighttime routine back a bit, making time to have some fun with you every night.

Virgin!Kirishima who's quite unaffected by being a virgin. He's been in relationships but has never taken that step, but he didn't really care; sure he'd like it, but the redhead had never felt a need for it - that was until he started dating you. Holy shit did you turn Kiri on so, so much; it was like you couldn't even speak without making the man want to fuck you out of your mind! So even though he never told you, Kirishima was desperately waiting for the right moment to finally be inside of you, to get as intimate as possible with you. The grin on his face, when you asked him to go further, was something you'd never forget, mainly cause it just turned you on even more; your dick already hard from making out with your boyfriend, now painfully harder!

Virgin!Kirishima who is a moaning and grunting mess, thrusting into you like no tomorrow, desperate to feel you faster, deeper. Your boyfriend slurred his words as he would chant your name like an ancient prayer, moaning softly into your ear and his body jerking slightly at any clench of your hole onto his dick. It didn't take long for Kirishima to lose himself, mumbling incoherent variations of calling you beautiful and tight, his face flushed a bright pink and his entire body drenched in sweat; you got your boyfriend cock-drunk on your hole within literal minutes. It did surprise you how long Kiri lasted though! For a virgin who was absolutely drilling his dick into you at a life-threatening pace and force, the redhead didn't seem close to cumming; his uneven pace not faltering. But trust, when that man did reach his climax, the most raw, blissful moan erupted from Eijiro's throat; his body collapsing on top of yours, his sweaty muscles smushed against yours and his sweaty face buried into your neck as the man gently bit you, holding himself back from marking you more than he already had. Other than feeling your boyfriend's huge, rock-hard body crush you, you felt incredible too; the feeling, sight, and sound of your boyfriend reaching his peak inside of you and basking in the sweet, strong afterglow, holy fuck did it turn you on. So much so that the soft whimpers and voice-crack-riddled moan Eijiro was letting out resulted in you shooting your load too, painting your stomach and your boyfriend's shiny, sweaty abs.

Virgin!Denki who starts physically shaking with excitement when you ask him to fuck. Your rattlebrained boyfriend short-circuiting just from the idea of finally getting laid; best of all, his first time being with you! You kinda knew straight away that Kaminari was a mega-virgin, the man having his perverted side and all, and getting flustered at the smallest amounts of attention from you; but if anything, it was a turn-on for you.

Virgin!Denki who gets cock-drunk out of his mind! Within only a couple of minutes of thrusting his dick in and out of your warm, tight entrance, the blonde was a moaning mess above you. Denki was slurring his words, weakly moaning out nonsensical words, and chanting your name all while holding tightly onto you; the amount of pleasure he was feeling for the first time in his life was a little overwhelming.

Virgin!Denki who just looks so fucking hot as he's cumming inside of you! His body was sheened with sweat, his muscles bulging and his face contorting in pleasure; Denki's entire tan body was dusted ever so slightly with a pink hue. And even though you'd expect your inexperienced boyfriend to shut down after orgasming, he made sure even in his post-euphoric state, that you came too; even using his quirk just a tad to shock the pleasure out of you.

[sodaneko]

❦ IDLE HANDS (Kuroo x f!reader)

Shameless, you think. Unsure if you mean him or yourself when you narrow the distance between you two.

a/n: little something for @husbandograveyard ♡ writing this made me a Kuroo girlie. i get it now. i really, REALLY do. also when i started writing this i was aiming for 1k or so idk what possessed me but here we are. maybe listening to bouncy while writing this wasn't the best idea (lie)

tags: f!reader, mild enemies to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, shameless flirting, food mention, bit of a slow burn, they're so in love your honor

wc: 3.7k

Kuroo Tetsuro is a heartthrob.

With his stupid messy hair and his stupid rolled up sleeves, showing off his stupid toned arms while he’s mumbling stupid sweet things to your favorite cat that’s currently coiling underneath his stupid big hand, getting the best belly rubs of her life from the looks of it. 

It’s not like you’re jealous or something, no; it’s just that you’ve been coming to this cat café for a year now and you thought you and the calico shared a special bond. Maru, who is just as her name implies, very round and very soft, has been sitting and purring by your side while you spend hours typing page after page of your next book. She’d also stretch out all over your laptop and remind you to take a break when you’ve been going at it for hours. Yes, it took you some bribery to win her heart but over the past months she really warmed up to you. Wow, she usually isn’t this friendly with people, you remember the café owner say once. 

What a blatant lie. 

Your peace has been disturbed. A slight shift in the universe when he showed up for the first time merely a week ago. It was easy to remember him, because he was sitting in your spot with your favorite cat purring in his lap, looking like he didn’t have a single worry in the world except maybe that untamed hair of his (and even this was kind of charming, you had to admit begrudgingly).

Sharing usually wasn’t a big deal for you–until it was. You come to this cat café almost every day, feeling much more inspired to write here than in the shoebox you call your apartment at the other end of town. Your landlady doesn’t allow pets, so this place has been a lifeline in the tiring times of deadlines and rejected book deals. At the end of the day there was always a cat rubbing against your legs, reminding you that not everything was bad and that no matter how severe things got, there was always a kitty waiting to be picked up.

You hold this place very dear to your heart, a secret gem you felt a need to protect. It is hidden away in a side street, far from the hectic buzz of the city. The interior is cozy, it isn’t too big and the owner, an elderly lady with candy cotton hair and knuckle tattoos, lives upstairs and treats the place like her second living room with all six of her cats. There’s never too many other guests around and in the corner seat by the window you can unravel your thoughts quietly. It feels homey, something you haven’t felt in a long time.

But now there is an intruder in a business suit and you didn’t really know how to deal with that new found irritation.

“That’s my spot.”

Balancing your laptop, notebook, a slice of carrot cake and a hot drink in one hand, all manners aside, you point at the stranger with your other. In your right mind you know it is rude to point at people, but to be fair he kinda started it by sitting where you rightfully belong. His eyes, a certain gleam in them, follow your movement down to the cat curled up on top of his thighs. With the amount of cat hair sticking to his suit pants you could only pray for him that he had a lint roller somewhere at his desk. 

He cocks his head to the side, giving you a boyish smirk that maybe would make your heart skip a beat if it wasn’t for his audacity. 

“Usually I ask someone’s name first and take them on a few dates before I let them sit in my lap, but I guess I can make an exception,” he replies and you never in your life before wanted to strangle someone so badly. If that wasn’t already worse enough, the tuxedo cat lifts its small head and slowly blinks at you before jumping down from his lap, as if it was trying to make space for you. My bad, didn’t know this seat was taken. Here, girl, you have it.

For once in your life you’re too stunned to speak. You watch the stranger check his watch and let out an almost inaudible sigh before he grabs his backpack (one that looks like he has had it since high school) and stands up to full height. He’s in your space now and you have to crank your neck slightly to meet his eyes. Mentally you’re adding stupidly tall to your list of things you hate about him. 

“Gotta get back to work. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

True to his words he is there the next day, too. This time around you managed to secure your spot by the window, three cats idly sleeping next to you on. You’ve been stuck on a paragraph for almost an hour now when the doorbell chimes and his figure appears at the counter. The cats look up with interest but you force yourself not to pay any attention to him, which is hard when his order is literally “I’ll have whatever she is having”, followed by a nod in your direction and this cheeky smile again. 

This damn smile.

“You didn’t strike me as a dirty chai drinker,” you deadpan when he takes a seat at the table next to yours. The café is almost empty around this time of the day, which is no surprise since most of the workers in this district are having a hearty meal for lunch and not whatever sweet delicacies this place is offering. 

He peels himself out of his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. The same cat as yesterday jumps into his lap immediately after he sits down, giving you a look of “if you don’t want him, I’ll take him” and you almost roll your eyes. Kuroo (you learn his name from the ID he is wearing around his neck) seems to notice and he grins at you. 

“Then what did I strike you as?” he asks, his chin resting in one hand while his other finds the soft fur of the kitty, stroking it gently. 

You look him up and down, now taking your time while stretching out the silence between you two. Only the purring of the cats and the soft music in the background could be heard. At first glance he seems like your typical office worker in the three piece suit who spends his time filling out spreadsheets and drinking cheap vending-machine coffee from the conbini next door. Everything a little rumpled, himself included, someone so used to tristesse he doesn’t even notice it anymore. 

Only at second glance do you notice the small wrinkles around his eyes, not from age but from laughter. The dimples when he smiles down at the tuxedo cat in his lap, now showing off its belly. His calloused hands, atypical for an office worker, more like you’d see them at craftsmen or athletes. Something in his eyes that radiates warmth and an air of calm confidence. None of it is unpleasant.

“If I had to guess, maybe three espresso with a pump of caramel and honey,” you say, more to yourself than to him. Kuroo looks at you in surprise before barking out a laugh. You hate how you like the sound of it.

It’s the beginning of spring and you award Kuroo Tetsuro the title of the greatest nuisance you’ve ever met.

In the midst of summer, you pity him. 

“I’m just saying that maybe you radiate a natural fragrance of catnip,” you say as you stir your iced oat milk latte. Kuroo got you that one when he popped in during his lunch break and saw that your glass must have been empty for a while. By that time you were hunched over your laptop, trying to decipher your notes from last night. You had saved him a seat at your table, but if he asked you, you’d say you just happened to put all your belongings on one chair and nothing more.

The man is swarmed by the cats of the café. They didn’t even bother to hide who their favorite is, rubbing around his legs, sitting pressed to his side or just straight up climbing his shoulders. It would’ve been enviable if he wasn’t already sweating from wearing a suit in the humid heat of the summer month alone. 

“Can you get at least one or two off me?” he asks and his tone is close to pleading. It makes you laugh as you stretch out in your light sundress, giving him a look as if you’re contemplating his question. 

“I could, but it’s really much funnier seeing you struggle like that. Serves you well,” you chime and pull out your phone, snapping a photo of this moment. You hold it up for him to see, a kitty phone charm dangling from it (they just happened to come in a pack of two and you gifted him one out of generosity, nothing more). He snatches it from your hands and makes a face.

“So you like seeing me suffer, is that how it is?” he snarls at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His slender fingers fly over the screen of your phone and you let out a small gasp.

“Don’t you dare delete it,” you huff and grab the orange tabby mercifully off his shoulders so you can lean over him better. 

“Relax. I’m only saving my contact info since you never bothered asking me for it despite being my constant for the past three months.”  

There was this cheeky smile again. You blame the flutter of your heart on the caffeine and not the way his pupils are dilating when he gazes at you. 

He loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. Suddenly you’re very aware of how close you’re leaning over at him. Kuroo gives you a little glance from the corner of his eyes and taps the now revealed side of his neck. 

“What do you say? Do I really smell like catnip?” 

Shameless, you think. Unsure if you mean him or yourself when you narrow the distance between you two. You can feel the heat radiating off him and for a brief moment you wonder what it would feel like to press open mouth kisses on his skin. Your eyes flutter shut as you engrave this moment into your heart. 

“Definitely irresistible,” you murmur once you pull back–reluctantly, as if a hidden part of you ached to be in his proximity, in the inside of his soul.  

By autumn you miss him on the days when he was gone. 

He traveled quite a lot. You didn’t know one would need to be on the road so much for something as simple as volleyball (you can imagine the look he’d give you over this). But he was passionate about it and that’s also something you liked about him. The way he talks about the sport holds so much love and you wonder what it would feel like to be loved by a man like Kuroo Tetsuro.

Gentle, you think. Honest. Treasured.

A tap against the window pulls you out of your thoughts and when you look up, you're met with a pair of honey glazed eyes. Whatever he sees when he looks at you, it’s making him grin from ear to ear before he hurries towards the entry door, eager to meet you again.

Kuroo is holding up a bag, some brand of sweets from Hokkaido he’s been texting you about, but you didn’t think he’d actually go so far and bring you some. He sounds breathless when he speaks, as if he rushed all the way to get here and when he keeps on rambling, you order him and yourself a hot matcha boba and a chocolate mousse to share. 

The cats are happy to see him back too, and you laugh when you help him take his scarf off before some kitty claws can tangle up in it. It was a precious gift after all, one you knitted for him, under the feeble excuse of “keeping my hands busy helps me come up with ideas for my writing process”. It makes you happy to see him wearing it, and the color makes you feel as if you took the red string of fate connecting you two and turned it into something to help him stay warm.

You think a lot about kissing him now. Sometimes your hands would brush against each other on the table, neither of you pulling away. He spends his lunch breaks with you and comes to pick you up from the café in the evening, walking you to your station. The two of you still bicker at each other, but underneath lies a certain kind of softness, one that feels too fickle to put it into words just yet but also too bright to ignore. The leaves of the trees are falling and so are you. 

With winter comes snow and the quiet realization that maybe, just maybe, it’s unadulterated love. 

You spend a lot of time huddled together in the corner by the window now. He looks over your shoulder when you type on your laptop, one arm resting idly on the back of your chair, fingertips brushing against your spine sometimes. You don’t think he even notices when he lets them run up and down there. Often you forget which cups on the table belong to who but it doesn’t matter since you order the same things anyway and because this could count as an indirect kiss, right? 

On some days he’d just close his eyes and laze next to you, with his head resting on his folded arms on the table and your fingers idly weaving through his hair, before he had to hurry back to work. On others he would tell you excitedly about a special match he was organizing and you can hear the pure joy in his voice. It’s contagious.You get them now, the cats. How drawn they are to him, like chasing sunbeams. 

He spells L-O-V-E on your back with his fingertips and something inside of you softens. 

Then there’s snow, more snow than you’ve ever seen in your entire life, and Kuroo comes to pick you up early, the tip of his ears bright red and his cold hands seeking yours to warm them up. 

“I’m really sorry but I’m closing the shop early today,” the café owner apologizes and puts a box of cinnamon rolls for you on your table. “You two kittens better hurry and get home, too. On the radio they said they’re gonna shut everything down soon.”

It can’t be that bad, you think. But when Kuroo and you stand in front of the closed station, it dawns on you that maybe you’ve underestimated the amount of snow a teeny tiny bit. You huddle a little closer to him for warmth and to shield yourself against the snow as you pull out your phone. 

“If there’s no more trains running, I better start looking for a place to stay. With some luck there’s still a few vacant rooms in the hotels nearby…”

Kuroo puts a hand over your screen and gives you a stern look when you open our mouth to protest. 

“You can crash at my place for the night. I live close by," he mutters and it doesn’t really leave room to decline his offer. Maybe it’s not really an offer to begin with; more of a silent pleading to stay. Not just for the duration of the snowstorm, but forever maybe. 

His place is just like you imagined it would be like. Not overly spacious but it feels like a home in every corner. There’s photos on the wall, back from when he was a kid to his high school and college years, and pinned with a magnet to the fridge is also a polaroid he took of you back in summer. In it you’re laughing about something silly he said and you’re holding up two cats at once, one strap of your sundress almost slipping down your shoulder. You still remember how he fixed it for you because you didn’t have a hand free and how his fingers lingered for longer than necessary. 

You hope one day he won’t pull his hand away anymore.

The apartment is certainly not messy but you can see he lives in this place, with some papers scattered across the coffee table and the unmade bed and the slightly concerning stock of buldak noodles in the kitchen shelves (in which you peeked out of curiosity into while he was in the shower). You imagine yourself living here, too. Maybe you’d get a cat on your own and plants for the balcony once this winter was over. 

The laundry machine rumbles quietly in the background after you step out of the bathroom, too. It wasn’t just the steamy shower that had your cheeks feel hot, it was also his clothes that he put out for you, with his scent lingering on them and engulfing you softly. Kuroo appears with two cups from the kitchen and pauses when he sees you, his mouth opening and closing again as his eyes flicker over your form. He doesn’t want to stare but also he does want to stare, wants to drink you in and memorize every detail of this moment. 

You can see his Adam's apple bop slightly when he swallows and nods over to the couch, and it’s at this moment that you know you’re not leaving this apartment again before every inch of your skin has been plastered in kisses. 

“It’s not as good as the one’s at the café but I tried my best for my special guest,” he laughs quietly when he hands you your cup, his fingers brushing against yours. The hot chocolate looks impossibly sweet, with whipped cream and sprinkles on top (they’re not ordinary sprinkles, you realize, but tiny cat shaped ones), and the first sip would’ve been enough to send you in some higher spheres if you weren’t in a state of bliss due to his proximity already. You put the cups to cool down on the coffee table and sink into the couch. 

Outside the snow is falling relentlessly, muffling the sounds of the outside world and opening up a new one, right here in these four walls.

In his arms. 

Without realizing you both settled down in your now familiar positions, only closer this time. Huddled next to each other, with one of his arms around your shoulder drawing you nearer to him. It feels natural, the way your head comes to rest against his shoulder and your legs thrown over his lap, the two of you sharing a blanket. 

He’s warm. Kuroo is so warm. 

And when he presses a fleeting kiss on top of your head it’s like everything is falling in place; the months of pining and yearning and unspoken desire. In the midst of a snowstorm both of your hearts are set ablaze, with a tenderness you haven’t experienced in this lifetime before. You sure hope he will find you in the next and the one after that as well because you never want to miss his embrace ever again. 

“That’s my spot,” you murmur and Kuroo laughs, the kind with his head tilted back and his chest rumbling. His grip around you tightens and he pulls you impossibly closer, till you’re really in his lap now, your head tucked under his chin. 

“Damn right it is.” 

You can feel his heart drum, or maybe it’s your own that’s doing somersaults–either way, it’s the same rhythm, a steady thrumming and rattling, begging to be felt. Time seems to freeze at this moment and you’re both quiet. Cat’s got your tongue. Kuroo has both arms around you now, and one of his hands settles on your waist, at the part where your sweatshirt is bunched up a little. His thumb draws small patterns against your bare skin, his touch featherlight and gentle.

You lift your head, only enough so you can catch his gaze. For the first time in your life you understand what it means to have your heart in your throat, because he takes your breath away with a simple glance. His other hand comes to rest against your cheek, cupping your face softly while his grip around your waist tightens a fraction.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he mutters and you can see his sharp teeth flash in the corner of your eyes when he laughs. 

“Like what?” “You know what.” “I think I’ll need to have it spelled out for me.”

He laughs again and this time he leans in closer till his breath is fanning over your skin and everything is happening all at once. Honey and caramel eyes asking you to drown in them. The heat of his body mingling with yours. Your fingers playing with the shaved part of hair in the back of his neck, sending small shivers down his spine.

“Oh, I’ll spell it out for you alright.”

Kuroo kisses you with all the gentleness of the world. It feels as natural as if he had done this countless times before, as if he had kissed you in every life prior to that. He hums into the kiss and smiles when your lips part for him so willingly, and then he deepens the kiss in a way that makes you forget your name for a heartbeat or two. 

Sweet, you think. Soft and saccharine. And warm. So warm. The same what loving Kuroo feels like.

[arcanefeelings]

don't mind me just thinking about kuroo's bedhead and how he sleeps with his head between two pillows and him coming home one day and passing out between your legs early on in your relationship-

like, it's not even sexual. he's just exhausted from the day he's had and your thighs are just so soft and perfect and - just a for a minute, he swears, he'll move in a minute. but one minute turns into two, then five, and you realise your boyfriend is very much asleep.

except he moves as he sleeps, his nose nudging the warmth between your legs, just over the crotch of your shorts. and then he hums in his sleep, biceps curling around your thighs with a satisfied sigh.

and you're swallowing. hard. lower lip caught between your teeth and chest rising with shaky breaths. because his face is right there. but he's asleep and you two hadn't even gone that far yet.

so you close your eyes, one hand clenching your (kuroo's) oversized shirt in a tight fist, the other gripping the couch cushion for your sanity. slowly, you draw a breath, trying to will back the wave of arousal that was so drawn to him.

you fight the urge to push into him, to chase the warm puffs of his breath tingling through the layers of fabric separating you.

no. this was wrong. he was sleeping.

should you wake him up? but he looked so peaceful - but he was right. there.

you throw your head back with a soft sound of frustration.

you were stuck.

note: part two maybe?

[taintedtort]

you should TOTALLY make a part 3 too "wiping off their kisses" with kuroo, bokuto, and oikawa 🥰

" WIPING KISSES! "

summary. wiping their kisses off pt3

characters. kuroo, bokuto, oikawa

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. omg you guys love this prompt lol (me too) also. i dont think i’ve ever written for oikawa ?? (links to pt1 and pt2)

☆ — KUROO

☆ he sort of already knew you were up to something because he knows you better than anyone. he tends to kiss your brow bone or your temples, and this time was no different. what was different was when your fingers came up to wipe at your brow. he looks at you with expectant eyes, and he can see the way you’re trying not to smile. your lack of poker face gives you away, and he lets out a snicker before just kissing you again.

"nice try."

☆ — BOKUTO

☆ kisses you practically everywhere on your face, but mostly your lips. now, in your defense, bokuto can get overly excited and his kisses can get a bit sloppy. however, you try to make sure he isn’t looking when you wipe off any excess wet marks he left. this time though, you wanted to see his reaction, so you wiped your lips off right in front of his face. it’s almost funny how quickly his expression drops into a frown, and he’s immediately holding onto your shoulders with a pout. he rapid fire questions you, and you don’t want him to get into a mood, so you end up just kissing him again. he lights right back up, so no harm done.

"what’s wrong? are you okay? did i do something wrong? why did you wipe it off??" (all in one breath)

☆ — OIKAWA

☆ he'd probably play the same prank, so he can’t be too mad at you. just very dramatic, though he’s only messing with you because he knows you’re messing with him. he didn’t expect you to wipe off the kiss he planted to your cheek, and he honestly didn’t even know you were joking with him at first. his initial instinct was to tease you, even if you just wiped it off absentmindedly. you roll your eyes at him before giving him a kiss on the cheek too, which he obviously wipes off as well. you both end up being petty for the next few kisses and wiping each others away before he gives in and smothers you with a flurry of pecks.

"you must hate me."

[bluemotifofsleep]

The Process of Elimination

kuroo tetsurou x reader

- for someone so smart, Kuroo can be unbelievably dense.

you’re supposed to be doing your chemistry homework.

“how about Kenma?”

instead, Kuroo is listing the boys volleyball club members because you’d asked if he thought any of them were boyfriend material.

“one time Kenma said i had the posture of a 14 year old gamer boy. that kind of threw me off from him.” Kuroo makes a pained look.

“yeah, that sounds like Kenma.”

you weren’t actually all that interested in the boys volleyball team to be honest, already coming up with a reason you’re not compatible before he’s even got their name out. you’ve spent enough time around Kuroo (and by extension, the team) to know that you only had eyes for one of them. you’d only asked about it hoping that maybe he would say-

“Lev? he’s tall. girls like tall guys, right?”

“ughhh. Lev is like a little brother.” you’re face is scrunched in something akin to disgust at the mention of the childish underclassman. “plus, he’s three years younger than me. do you think i’m some kind of pedophile?”

Kuroo rolls his eyes.

“well, if you’re only interested in third year players, that narrows down your options.” your heart starts beating faster at the inevitable conclusion you know will come from this.

yes, there’s only three third years. kai, Yaku, and-

“why are you asking about only team members anyways?” he’s turned to fully face you now, discarding his textbook and miscellaneous papers on his bedspread. you’ve noticed that for such a responsible person, Kuroo can be really unorganized.

you’ve been noticing a lot about him recently. like how his cheeks flush after an especially tiring match, or the way he tilts his head back and does a full belly laugh at something Kenma says, or the way his smile is a little crooked when it’s real, or how when he’s focusing really hard on a question in your shared homework his brows furrow just slightly, kind of like they are now. like you’re a question he needs to work tirelessly at until you’re answered.

“well, you probably know them best.”

he hums in thought.

“what about Yaku?”

you hum back and pretend to think about it, rolling the thought of it around in your head and looking at it at every angle. you’re not interested in Yaku. you know this, why doesn’t he? how can’t he see the truth that’s right in front of him? literally, right in front of him.

“Yaku’s a bit short, isn’t he?” you shut him down like you’ve shut down every other player Kuroo has mentioned, hoping that by the process of elimination he could come to a conclusion. Kuroo is good at math, right?

“so you’re looking for a tall, handsome, funny but not mean, smart, third year on the volleyball team.” he says and he looks at you like at you like you’re chemistry homework he’s just figured out.

your heart starts pounding faster, there’s only one person left. you know he’s come to the same conclusion that you have. your fingers are pulling nervously at his duvet, and your shoulders are drawn tight up to your ears.

“you like Kai?” he says it like an epiphany. your shoulders drop. for someone so smart, Kuroo can be unbelievably dense.

you’ve had it.

“urgh! no, you idiot! you, its you. i’ve liked you for months now! literally how have you not noticed? you’re making me feel like i picked the wrong person to help me with homework, because if you’re going to act stupid, i may as well just do it by myself.”

after your words, the silence is deafening. each individual tick from the clock on his bedside table sounds like a gunshot.

shit.

shit.

did you really just say all that?

Kuroo is looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. you scramble to say something, anything, to spare the last fraying pieces of your dignity, but your throat feels like it’s closed up.

“you like me?” he says it kind of like he repeats back your wrong answers on the practice sheet your working on, incredulous.

“um, yeah. maybe a little.” you’ve lost all the heat that came with your outburst. the air somehow feels prickly in his room, your arms breaking out in goosebumps.

you’d known that by initiating a conversation of this topic, he’d eventually find out. you just didn’t think he would look so shocked.

“you like me.” he repeats, and this time he’s got a furrow in his brow again. it sounds almost accusatory, like he thinks your lying to him. like the idea of you liking him is just so unfathomably weird, you have to be lying.

you’re instantly mad again.

“yeah, so what? what’s so bad about that?” your feelings are hurt, for sure. you didn’t necessarily expect him to reciprocate your feelings, but this outright dismissal of them is painful. “just reject me so we can finish this sheet and i can go home.”

he looks shocked suddenly, like you’ve slapped him across the face.

“no! that’s uh, that’s not what i meant.” and his words throw you off a bit. you’ve known Kuroo for a long time, and you’ve never heard him sputter so outright. he’s always been a fairly cool and collected guy, almost suave with his words, not easily caught off guard. right now, though, he looks as though you’ve taken the ground out from beneath his feet.

“but you- you really like me? like, actually?” the question repeated at you makes heat rise to your cheeks and you feel an embarrassing tickle at your nose, like you might cry.

“i’m leaving.” you start gathering your homework strewn across his bed.

“no, no! wait!” he grabs your wrist lightly, his hold on you loose. if you wanted to, you could pull away from him, but you don’t. as embarrassed as you are, the idea of leaving Kuroos bedroom and possibly never being invited back after your confession is heartbreaking. instead, you lean a tiny bit closer to him so his arm isn’t as strained, and you sit back down onto his plush mattress, ready to hear him out.

“i’m sorry. i was just surprised, is all.” and he sounds like he’s telling the truth. not disgusted, not alarmed, not disappointed, just surprised.

he’s facing you completely now, and he still hasn’t let go of your wrist, your skin tingling at the connection.

you try to sus him out from his expression alone, but the look on his face is hard to make sense of. he looks earnest, and he’s got a hard set to his brows. you’d almost say it looks determined. it reminds you of his face mid volleyball match, when he’s deciding how to get it right, when he’s calculating all of his moves. there’s a small blush on his cheeks, and it’s such an odd and out of place thing for kuroo, you almost wonder if you’re imagining it.

and then he’s leaning in and kissing the thought right out of your head.

you’ve read books before and heard girls gossiping about sparks flying and heat and electricity during a kiss, but this feels different. kissing Kuroo is like lifting off in a hot air balloon, your heart soaring above the clouds. it feels like floating, it feels like finally getting the right answer to a particularly hard chemistry question you’ve been working at for a while, it feels like watching the Nekoma volleyball team win a close match.

it feels like victory.

he finally pulls away after a while, both of you panting and red-cheeked, looking at each other with stars in your eyes. you can vaguely feel some of your homework being crunched under your hand that’s keeping you upright, but you can’t find it in your to care all that much. besides, if it gets ruined, that just means more time spent with Kuroo redoing all of it.

“i was just shocked, is all, about how convenient that is,” he’s slowly leaning back into you, and you can’t help the way you’re leaning in too, pulled together like magnets, like a positive and negative ion. “because i like you too.”

~

he’s such a dork. i’m in love with him.

[alienaiver]

kuroo fluff, disabled reader, 461 words

//

"you never let me peel your oranges."

"huh?" you look up at kuroo, whos standing by the counter, underlip jutted out in a pout. your hand stop the work on the orange in front of you.

"why dont you let me do it?"

"huh?" you repeat, and then he sighs dramatically, pushing his hip off of the counter to walk up behind you and massage your shoulders. you hum in appreciation.

"am i bad at peeling them?" he asks, silently like hes afraid of the answer. you giggle as you tilt your head to make more room for the hands working your sore muscles.

"well, i am a bit particular about how much of the whites i want off."

kuroo hums before his hands slows to a stop and he rests his head on top of yours. you smile, knowing the same pout is still on his lips. "is there a specific reason you want to?"

"i dont particularly want to."

you snort, "why, then, is my prince complaining about the work i keep from him?"

kuroo sighs before he noses your hair, inhaling your scent.

"i read that its a love language. if i do it, it shows how much i love you. and your hands work like shit, so i should, shouldnt i?"

you breathe out through your nose, half a laugh and half a sigh. its amusing to have such an intelligent boyfriend with zero context awareness in some situations.

you start to seperate the pieces and sort them onto your napkin. the ones with seeds goes to the right, the seedless to the left. he lifts his head again to reach for your hands, intertwining your fingers.

"when i leave clothes on the floor, you pick them up for me simply because you know bending down is painful. you take out the trash because sparing my hands the making of the knot and carrying them out is nothing to you," you squeeze his hands before you continue, your eyes closed, "the vegetables are yours to cut as i handle the stuff without knives. you really want to peel my oranges, too? when you get my waterbottle and my blanket every night. take off my socks and massage my shoulders?"

kuroo shrugs, nuzzling into the crevice of your neck. you imagine that hes blushing, hiding his embarrassment, "id do anything for you."

you smile, tilting your head so that your mouth reaches his hairline, "you already do."

"but the oranges..." he whimpers, pouting.

you laugh, and plant a kiss where you can reach him, "let me peel you one, yeah?"

his weight sort of collapses on top of your head and shoulders, his hands letting go of yours to wrap around you, hugging you tightly.

"alright."

[this-is-mimosa]

skipping all smut in a fanfic for fluff part

vs

skipping all fluff in a fanfic for smut part

[biggianteggplant]

haihaihai can i request a goshiki smut oneshot where you’re lowkey the dominant one pretty pleaaseeee !!

"Keep Your Act Up"

goshiki tsutomu

You weren’t completely drunk — just tipsy enough that everything felt a little too warm, a little too loud in your head, and your body ached with that restless heat that had been following you since midway through the night.

The party had been fine. The drinks had been stronger than expected. But it was Goshiki you wanted — craved, even. And as you stepped into the apartment, eyes catching the soft glow of the living room lights and the familiar sound of volleyball commentary in the background, the tension in your shoulders finally eased.

You saw him before he saw you.

Goshiki, cozy on the couch, hoodie slightly loose around his neck, dark strands of hair falling into his eyes. He looked so good — effortlessly soft, relaxed. A sight that tugged at something deeper than just lust.

You bit your lip and cleared your throat.

He turned his head, eyes lighting up immediately. “Oh—hey, baby. You’re back early.” Then his brows pulled together slightly. “You okay?”

You gave a little pout, swaying just slightly as you made your way over. “I think… I drank a little too much,” you mumbled, letting your voice fall quiet and delicate.

Goshiki was already sitting up straighter. “Do you feel sick? Do you want water? Wait—I can grab—"

You shook your head and stumbled forward, letting yourself fall into his arms dramatically. He caught you instantly with that sweet, instinctual protectiveness, steadying you with warm hands.

“I missed you,” you whispered into his chest.

He chuckled, rubbing your back gently. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy-drunk.”

You lifted your head slowly, eyes wide, blinking up at him like you were trying not to cry. “I just… I felt weird. Everyone was laughing, and I kept thinking about you, and I don’t know why I’m being emotional, I just…”

A tear welled up, just one, perfect for the act — and it worked like a charm.

Goshiki’s whole expression softened. “Hey—hey, no no no. Don’t cry,” he said quickly, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “You’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe, okay?”

You nodded slowly, sniffled for good measure, then leaned up and kissed him — soft and shaky at first, like you were clinging to him for comfort.

But then your fingers curled into his hoodie. And your hips shifted ever so slightly in his lap.

The kiss deepened.

Goshiki stiffened beneath you, hands pausing at your waist.

You pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, lip trembling. “You’ll take care of me, right?”

He nodded like a man under a spell. “Of course I will.”

You kissed him again — longer this time. And when you bit his lip, the same lip you'd just trembled against, something flickered in his eyes.

That flicker grew stronger when your innocent tears disappeared and were replaced by a sly little smirk as you pushed him back gently into the couch cushions.

“…Wait,” he said, eyes darting to your face. “Weren’t you just crying like two seconds ago?”

You tilted your head, feigning surprise. “Hmm? Was I?”

His mouth opened, then shut again as you rolled your hips deliberately into his lap.

“Baby,” he whispered, voice cracking slightly. “Did alcohol make you evil?”

You laughed — soft, warm, teasing — as you leaned down to kiss the shell of his ear.

“No,” you whispered. “It just reminded me of everything I want.”

He made a choked noise in the back of his throat as you trailed your lips down his jaw, and his fingers gripped your thighs like he was trying to ground himself.

Goshiki was trying his best to keep up.

But you were already in control.

His breath hitched as you kissed down the side of his neck, slow and deliberate, your hands dragging over his chest like you were trying to memorize every inch of him through the fabric of his hoodie.

“Y/N—” he started, voice already a little wrecked, “you’re acting kinda… different tonight.”

You blinked at him with faux innocence. “Is that bad?”

He stared at you, lips parted, cheeks burning, clearly torn between concern and pure shock.

“I mean—no, it’s not bad, just—you’re usually not the one who, uh…” His sentence trailed off as your fingers toyed with the hem of his hoodie, slipping underneath, letting your warm hands skim over his stomach.

“I can’t touch you like this?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

“N-No! I mean—yes, you can—obviously—wait.” He paused, breath stuttering as you leaned forward, noses nearly brushing. “What’s gotten into you?”

You smiled sweetly, brushing your nose against his. “Maybe I just missed you… maybe I’m just making up for lost time.”

Then you kissed him again — this time a little rougher, hungrier. And it shattered the last bit of composure he had.

A soft, low whine escaped his throat as your hands pushed the hoodie up higher, exposing more of his skin to your wandering touch. Goshiki squirmed under you, trying to say something, but the only thing that came out was your name in a helpless little breath.

“You’re so cute when you don’t know what to do with yourself,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his flushed cheek.

“I—I do know what to do—” he protested weakly, but it died off quickly when you ground your hips down just right.

His hands flew to your thighs again, fingers digging in, trembling slightly.

“…Okay,” he whispered, wide eyes flicking between your face and your mouth. “This is… new.”

You leaned down again and kissed the corner of his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

He froze.

You could feel his answer in the way his hips jerked beneath you.

But still, he whispered, “No…”

You brushed your nose against his again and whispered, “Then be good.”

He made a desperate sound at that — somewhere between a whimper and a gasp — eyes hazy, body completely still beneath you like he didn’t know if he was allowed to move.

That was the moment it truly sank in for him.

That he wasn’t leading this.

That you weren’t going to play shy tonight.

And that he liked it way more than he expected.

You kissed just under his jaw, slow and warm, before dragging your lips to the side of his neck. Goshiki’s breath caught again. He was gripping your thighs like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Still okay, baby?” you asked sweetly, nuzzling into the curve of his neck.

He nodded, just barely. “Y-Yeah. Just... sensitive.”

“Aww,” you cooed, peppering him with soft kisses. “Sensitive is cute.”

Then, without warning, you gently bit down—not too hard, just enough to leave heat prickling across his skin—and then sucked at the spot. His whole body jumped, and a shaky, high-pitched sound left his throat before he could stop it.

“Ah—Y/N—”

You pulled back just a little, grinning. “Hm? You’re so jumpy.”

“I-I didn’t expect that,” he whispered, flushed to the tips of his ears.

You giggled, acting like you were surprised. “Oh? But you’re getting harder.”

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Wait—no—I mean yes—but I didn’t mean to—wait—”

You tilted your head sweetly, playing with the hem of his shirt now. “You liked that?”

He covered his face with his hands for a second, voice muffled. “You’re so mean…”

You leaned in again, brushing your lips against his ear. “You’re the one falling apart from a little bite, baby.”

He let out a whimper so soft you almost missed it—almost. You kissed his cheek, then kissed under his jaw again, letting your lips trail lazily. Another gentle suck. Another bite, softer this time. His hips shifted under you, subtle but impossible to miss.

And you felt it.

He was fully hard now.

He stiffened like he just realized it, too—and in that moment, something in his expression changed. A realization.

“Wait,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you, wide-eyed. “You’ve been playing me.”

You smiled innocently. “Who, me?”

“You—You’re faking being tipsy. You pretended to be all needy and soft so I’d lower my guard—!”

You placed one more kiss to his collarbone and looked up at him with a mock-innocent blink.

“Well,” you said, trailing your fingers slowly up his chest, “you didn’t exactly stop me.”

He looked stunned. Embarrassed. Turned on beyond belief.

“You’re evil,” he whispered, voice cracking as you gently rocked your hips into his again.

You kissed his nose, then his lips. “You like it.”

And the whimper he made in response?

Absolutely priceless.

You didn’t rush.

You just rocked your hips once more—slow, deliberate, like you knew how much it’d mess with him. His breath caught hard in his throat. You felt his thighs tense under yours as he squeezed them together instinctively, clearly trying to keep it together.

“Still doing okay, baby?” you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He nodded quickly, biting down on his bottom lip. Hard.

“Aww. You’re being so quiet all of a sudden.”

He made a sound in his throat—tight, strained—but still didn't speak. His jaw was clenched now, eyes fluttering shut like he was concentrating with everything in him not to let anything slip.

You leaned in again, kissing just under his ear, letting your voice soften to a whisper. “You can make noise, y’know.”

He shook his head, still quiet.

You hummed, then ground your hips down again—slow but firmer this time.

That did it.

He whimpered—a soft, muffled one that slipped out before he could stop it, followed by a shaky exhale as he tried to cover his mouth with the back of his hand.

You kissed his cheek, smiling softly. “So stubborn.”

Another grind. Slower. Deeper.

This time, he grabbed your hips.

Not to stop you—just to brace himself.

You felt him trembling slightly beneath your hands. His head dropped forward, forehead against your shoulder, as if hiding his face might help him contain the noises that kept threatening to spill out.

“Sweetheart,” you murmured, lips brushing his ear, “you’re shaking.”

He made a desperate, muffled sound—part laugh, part whimper—and then bit your shoulder lightly in return, still trying not to moan.

“Ticklish?” you teased, even as your own breath hitched from the sensation.

“You’re evil,” he muttered again, voice muffled against your skin.

“And you’re loud,” you whispered. “You just don’t wanna admit it.”

Then you rocked into him again, slow and deliberate, and this time, you heard it: a sharp, soft “ah—!” that he couldn’tmuffle in time.

His whole body jerked.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes—and he looked wrecked. Red cheeks, parted lips, and the kind of look that said: please don’t stop.

You leaned in, brushed your lips against his, and whispered, “Good boy.”

And this time?

He didn’t even try to hold back the sound he made.

You kissed down his neck again, dragging your teeth just enough to make him shiver. He squirmed beneath you, hands clenching at your waist now, his breathing quick and uneven.

Another grind. Slow, cruel, sweet.

“Y-Y/N—” he gasped, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hm?” you blinked at him, acting oh-so-innocent again, “You wanted something?”

He bit his lip, jaw trembling as he fought against the words threatening to spill out.

You rolled your hips again—this time in a slow circle—and he groaned, short and strangled, like it was ripped out of him against his will.

“D-Don’t... don’t tease me,” he finally mumbled, cheeks burning.

You smiled, tilting your head. “But you’re so cute when you’re all squirmy.”

Another moan escaped him—he tried to bite it back but failed—and he finally tipped his head back against the couch, eyes fluttering.

“I c-can’t—can’t take it anymore,” he breathed out, voice shaky. “Please…”

You stilled slightly, gaze softening just a little. “Please what, sweetheart?”

He hesitated. Then his hands slid up your back, a bit more desperate now. “Please… j-just use me.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the crack in his voice—and then your heart melted.

“You sure?”

He nodded quickly, pupils wide, lips parted. “I—I can’t think—I just—please—Y/N, please, just do whatever you want with me—don’t stop—”

That was it.

You kissed him—hard—and he whined against your lips, all the tension in him melting like he’d finally given in.

And under your touch?

He was so ready to be ruined.

Goshiki's hands slid up your back, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. You felt his cock pressing against you, the heat between almost unbearable.

you reached down and started to unbutton Goshiki's shirt, revealing a chest covered in soft hair. He moaned softly as you touched him, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.

you continued to strip him bare, exposing his smooth skin to the air. He looked up at me with pleading eyes...

"Please," he whispered against your ear. "Touch me."

you smiled wickedly and wrapped your warm hands around his cock

Oh god...

you started to stroke Goshiki's cock, feeling it grow harder in your hand. He moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arched off the couch.

you leaned forward, lips brushing against his ear. "You like that?" I whispered.

Goshiki nodded frantically, his hips bucking up against you as he tried to get closer. you smiled and continued to stroke him, feeling a sense of power wash over you.

He was so responsive, so eager for more... and you were happy to oblige.

'h..how did she..manage to trick me like..this' he thought to himself

he continued to hold Y/N's breasts, feeling them tremble in his hands as she rode him. She was already positioned on top of him, her wetness coating his cock head.

Y/N slowly sank down onto Goshiki's cock, her body moving with a slow and deliberate rhythm. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and desire...

"Ah... ah... oh god...shii.i..t" Goshiki trailed off into a series of incoherent moans as he felt himself being consumed by Y/N's wetness.

Y/N watched in awe as she rode Goshiki like a bucking bronco, her hips moving faster and faster with each passing moment. Her breasts bounced wildly beneath him...

Goshiki's hands wrapped around Y/N's waist, pulling her closer to him as he tried to keep up with her pace. His eyes were fixed on hers, his face contorted in agony...

Goshiki's eyes rolled back in his head as Y/N continued to ride him, her wetness coating his cock like a glove. He felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, the pleasure building up inside him like a storm.

"hnghh- AHHH... OH GOD... YES!" he moaned loudly, his voice echoing off the walls as he hugged Y/N tight around the waist.

"y-yea..you like this wet cunt d-don't you.." she whispered into his ear nibbling on it a little

Y/N's moans grew louder too, her body moving faster and faster as she chased her own climax.

Goshiki's mouth dropped open, muffling his moans into a series of muffled grunts and groans. His face contorted in agony as he tried to hold on for just one more second...

"YES...hnggh-a-aah YES... OH GOD..." he trailed off into another series of loud moans, his body trembling with pleasure...gripping on Y/N'S thighs like there's no tomorrow

"s-shit mmf-!" he moaned loudly, his voice echoing off the walls as he hugged Y/N tight around the waist.

And then it happened.

With one final thrust, Goshiki exploded inside Y/N, filling her with hot cum that seemed to go on forever. She screamed out loud, her body arching off him as she came hard...

"YES...FUCK- AH...B-BABY!" Goshiki trailed off into another series of loud moans, his body trembling with pleasure...

Y/N collapsed onto Goshiki's chest, her body limp and spent. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he panted heavily

skin slick with sweat, heartbeat pounding like a drum beneath her cheek.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Just the sound of their breathing, the warmth of tangled limbs, the dizzy quiet that followed something undeniably intense.

Goshiki gently dragged his fingers down her spine, slow and soothing, as if trying to ground them both. “You okay?” he asked softly, voice still hoarse.

She gave the faintest nod, her cheek still pressed to his chest. “More than okay,” she mumbled, her voice laced with exhaustion and a blissful haze.

He let out a shaky breath, lips brushing against her temple. “You—” His voice broke off into a breathless laugh. “You completely ruined me.”

She grinned lazily, tilting her head to look up at him. “That was the plan.”

He groaned, covering his face with one hand, still flushed to the ears. “I’m never going to be normal again.”

“Good,” she whispered, trailing her fingers down his ribs, grinning at the way he twitched. “Normal’s boring.”

He peeked out from behind his hand, his gaze softening. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.”

Her smile faded into something more tender. “But what a way to go.”

He leaned down, kissing her slow, deep, and gentle now—no rush, no frenzy. Just lips brushing, lingering, memorizing.

And as their bodies pressed together again, the warmth returning, and fingers tangled once more…

…it became clear that rest would have to wait.

[kawacake]

Sex, Money, Feelings, Die | Kuroo SMAU

🥀WHERE his uni friends dragged him to a strip club, who knew he’d fall in love with a self-centered stripper who only cared about herself, money, sex, and making men hate her guts, who also just so happens to go to the same uni as him.

main masterlist

status: ongoing

taglist: OPEN (comment to be added)

warnings: Language, Alcohol usage, Sexual Activities, Deep down y/n hates herself, Y/n being an asshole to Kuroo at the start, spelling mistakes, if I’m missing any please lmk.

playlist: Spotify , Apple Music

Introduction: the pole patrol , the simpposium

Chapter Guide

1. "We're still going to strip clubs in the big '25?”

2. "HE GOES TO THE SAME UNI AS US."

3. "HES BACK AGAIN"

4. "Dramatic much?"

5. “Chat...WHAT THE F*CK ARE WE DOING???”

moodboard

self-sabotage to soulmate pipeline. definitely “i hate men” x “i’m not like other men” core. y/n is the type to flirt with you just to make you fall in love and then ghost you to go clubbing. kuroo is the type to fall in love anyway and write about her in his notes app. it’s giving messy 2014 tumblr energy meets early 2000s teen drama.

kuroo is ride-or-die from the jump, and y/n is the crash he never saw coming. she's cigarettes in the rain, smudged mascara, bad decisions at 3am. he’s cracked knuckles, open hearts, and the one guy who doesn't flinch when she lashes out. big "i’ll never be enough" x “you’re already everything” tension.

"Sex, money, feelings, die Baby, don't you cry" - sex money feelings die by Lykke Li

"All these bitches, but my eyes on you Is you somebody's baby? If you ain't, girl, what we gon' do?" - All Eyes on You by Meek Mill

"So tell me you love me (Only for tonight, only for the night) Even though you don't love me (Oh-whoa, oh-whoa) Just tell me you love me" - Wicked Games by The Weeknd

"I can't sleep no more In my head, we belong And I can't be without you Why can't I find no one like you?" - Streets by Doja Cat

© kawacake — please do not steal, plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works, and do not put it on any other platform without my permission.

[kyokikikie]

✩ Second Best (T. Kuroo)

masterlist!! Bewitched series (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

—> in which Y/n slowly realises that she will never have space in his heart.

➤ genre: angst, slight cheating (?), wrong idea of ‘love’

She would never forget how stupid she was.

Jubilant. She was jubilant when the news of Kuroo Tetsuro — the guy that she had pined for since she laid eyes on him, had gotten dumped by his girlfriend. Of course, she did feel bad for him, who would even dare to let such a man slip away from their arms?

She didn’t give a second thought on why he got broken up with. Kuroo was now available. She could return to chasing after him, and soon, he would finally accept her.

That was what she thought.

Kuroo wasn’t oblivious to the way she would look at him, a look full of admiration and affection. She was blinded by love, the perfect person he could use.

So when the volleyball captain came up to her and asked her to be his girl, she was over the moon. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend!” She beamed, holding the single rose Kuroo had given her. A sigh of relief escaped the male���s mouth, phase one of his scheme was easy. Kuroo gave a mischievous smirk.

Soon, he’ll have his ex crawling back to him, begging to take her back, and he’ll tell the girl before his eyes a lame excuse before accepting his ex with open arms.

For a few months, Kuroo was the sweetest towards Y/n. He would give her flowers every time they met up for a date, gave her the princess treatment, and always made time for her. Everyone would kill to have what she had. The school heartthrob, treating his girl how she deserves to be treated.

Everything was going well. Too well.

On a Sunday night, Kuroo was over at Y/n’s for their weekly cuddles. Unfortunately, a simple message from someone crashed the whole mood. The male picked up his phone to reply to the text, not knowing that his current girlfriend who was beside him could see every single letter being typed out.

Out of anger, she pushed the thick blanket aside and sat up from the bed. Y/n snatched the phone out of Kuroo’s hands, “You’re here enjoying time with YOUR girlfriend and yet still dare to contact your ex?” she emphasised.

“Baby, come on, she reached out first, i was going to shut her down anyways,”

“Bullshit.” She raised her voice and spat. ”Why? The words you typed out surely weren't telling me you were. Why? Am I not enough for you? Was I not enough? Do you even–” Before she had the chance to continue her rambling, Kuroo stepped closer to her and closed the gap between them.

That shut her up.

It wasn’t the first time they had shared a kiss. However, this one made her stood rooted to the ground. When his warm lips touched hers, the warmth that it was supposed to give was missing.

That's when she knew that someone else was in his mind.

Y/n couldn't react and only watched as Kuroo took his bag and left her house, “I promise you, she has no ill intentions.” was all he said. No goodbyes. No ‘see you tomorrow’ like he would usually do. Her boyfriend had left her, frozen and the comfort he gave was ‘she has no ill intentions’?

she couldn't believe it. she didn't want to. She spent all her hard work building this relationship with him, there was no way she's letting it go just because of a simple argument. When the sound of her front door banged shut, her knees gave in and she slumped to the floor, tears streaming down her eyes.

From then on, kisses from him didn't feel as comfortable anymore.

Ever since that day, Kuroo’s eyes were glued to his phone, typing away. Whenever he is out with the h/c-haired girl, his hands will always find their way to the device instead of her hand.

“Kuroo, what should we eat for dinner?”

The rooster-head male shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not hungry.” He replied, eyes darting to the girl next to him and then looked back at his phone. Kuroo was starting to replicate the image of kenma.

The radiant smile on Y/n’s lips faded, she didn’t even bother to reply to him. She knew that as soon as she opened her mouth, heated words would uncontrollably flow out. The girl simply bit the insides of her cheek and continued walking.

Where did the sweet Kuroo go? Who was this man beside her? Where was the person that would give his fullest attention to her?

”Then I’ll get going now.” Y/n came to a stop, looked into his hazel eyes and said. There was no point in spending time with him if all he did was to check his phone every second. “Ah, okay, see you at school.”

That’s all? He didn’t stop her, didn’t ask what was wrong. Not even a kiss goodbye?

The h/c-haired girl scoffed and walked away while her boyfriend continued in the opposite direction.

It was on and off. they would get into arguments almost every week then make up the next day. her friends told her that it was unhealthy and she should just give it up. she couldn't.

So there she was, lying beside him as he let out snores that vibrated down his throat. A smile spread across his face as he slept, a smile that Y/n had been longing to see. She had almost forgotten that he was capable of making such an expression.

She wanted to know what had made him smile like that. How could he sleep so peacefully when their relationship was on thin ice? He didn’t know that on the night of every fight they had, she would always toss and turn on her bed, countless thoughts ran through her mind as she did so.

What was he so happy about? Was he satisfied that her heart was aching the whole time?

Kuroo’s phone buzzed next to her, a notification lit the dark room up. As soon as the h/c-haired girl read the contact name, she knew. She knew the reason behind that lovely dream that he had.

It was none other than the person he told her not to worry about. Ironic isn’t it?

The realisation had stung her heart like a bee, it ached. She wanted to confront Kuroo but the thought of him walking away again held her back. It was just a friendly message asking to meet to catch up, nothing wrong, nothing fishy.

Y/n took a deep breath, she shut her eyes and diverted her thoughts away from it. If only she could warn herself about the future that bestowed upon her.

One of Nekoma’s school gyms was lit up with LED lights from the inside. The colourful lights illuminated the whole gym. It wasn’t too bright, yet it wasn’t too dark. Students chatted away at every corner of the gym, the dance floor was filled with couples and groups of friends that danced like there was no tomorrow.

It was finally the school dance, the event that everyone had been looking forward to.

Loud music played from the large speakers as Y/n made her way to Kuroo whose spikes on his hair made him recognisable through the crowd. He was chatting with his volleyball teammates, taking sips of the cup of punch in his left hand. The boys immediately shifted their gaze to Y/n who was approaching them, “ooh, Kuroo, you’ve got company!” They teased.

Kuroo spun around to see a h/c-haired girl tilting her head slightly to meet his eye.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, placing the cup back on his lips while waiting for a reply. But before Y/n could even speak, the volleyball team started chanting. “Dance with her! Dance with her!”

A small smile formed on Kuroo’s lips. It wasn’t as genuine as the one plastered on his face that night, but it was something. Y/n bit the insides of her cheeks and gulped. “Well, what do you say, babe? Care to dance?” Kuroo extended his arm for her to hold onto.

Who was she to deny him? She would do anything for him. It wasn’t an understatement, it’s just how much she loves him.

The couple made their way to the dance floor when the song “Lover” by Taylor swift played. Soon, the dance floor was once again filled with people.

Y/n placed her hands on Kuroo’s shoulders and he placed his on her waist, their feet moved to the rhythm. Her e/c-eyes looked into his hazel ones, Y/n’s lips quirked upwards. To her, it was just the two of them. Everyone in the background disappeared as she focused on the music, she was mesmerised.

But to him, he paid no attention to such details. His eyes wandered across the gym, searching for something to focus on instead of the girl in front of him. A pair of familiar eyes met his, the ones that he had yearned to see.

It was his ex-lover. And she was smiling at him, as if she was saying, “I see that your having fun without me.”

A wide-eyed Kuroo could only stay silent and remain where he was. His guts and his heart wanted to break away from Y/n’s embrace and run towards her, and say “No, never. Not without you, so please, come back to me.” It took all of his willpower to remind himself that it isn’t time. There was a girl, so in love with him that she stayed even when he was clearly using her. He wasn’t that type of person to throw someone away once they’ve done their job, right?

‘Soon,’ the said male reminded himself, ‘Soon, everything will go back to normal.’

The thought of his ex-lover standing by his side again made the corner of his mouth twitch up. He imagined that the h/c-haired girl in front of him was her. Kuroo pulled Y/n closer, resting his chin on the top of her head, they were practically hugging instead of dancing.

Taken back by the sudden intimacy, Y/n finched. Was he finally back to his normal self? The music continued as they spun around, Kuroo was now where Y/n was when they started, his back facing his ex-lover. The couple let the rhythm of the song control their movements. Finally, after months, Y/n felt a sense of comfort.

Though, her smile slipped when she looked over Kuroo’s shoulders.

There, Y/n saw her.

Of course it was her

The way her dress would outline her curves, showing just a little cleavage that would still make anyone drool over her. Including her boyfriend, Kuroo. Kuroo and her were once the school’s best couple before they broke up. School heartthrob dating the school heartthrob, a match made in heaven. Y/n could see why Kuroo dated her, she was just as beautiful as the karasuno’s volleyball manager, Kiyoko.

If they stood side by side, Y/n would look like a complete mess beside a goddess.

Y/n’s lips quivered. It was as clear as glass that Kuroo’s sudden attitude towards her was all because of his ex-lover. Heck, was it even towards Y/n?

Her heart had finally shattered. It hurts so much that she finds it humiliating. How could she not notice this earlier? The reason why Kuroo and her were fighting every week was because of his ex. It was sickening to the point that she wanted to burst out laughing right then and there. She was being used.

Kuroo was never hers. His heart only had space for one.

And that one person will never be her.

It had been months since they broke up. The nights were peaceful for her as she no longer needed to worry about their constant fights. She had graduated high-school with scholarships to Tokyo University. Life was better than what she had imagined it would be.

she had moved on. It didn’t bother her that Kuroo got back with his ex-lover weeks after they parted. Y/n expected it and couldn’t care less about Kuroo.

So why? Why was she lying down facing the ceiling and unable to get out of bed?

After being accepted into Tokyo University, her days were like a cycle. She would get out of bed, brush her teeth, and go back to bed, eyes glued to her phone. She would only leave her house if she was hungry.

Y/n scrolled through social media, watching her high-school friends spend their day with each other. Her eyelids were about to fall shut till she saw a familiar rooster head.

It was Kuroo. She had forgotten to block him from her socials…

The hazel eyed male’s lips were split into a grin, and beside him — the one taking the photo, was no longer his ex-lover. It was the love of his life. They were having the best time of his life and the look on Kuroo’s face was something that Y/n had never seen before.

with a sigh, she dropped her phone on the soft mattress of her bed and turned to face the wall.

She was sure she had moved on, so why was she the only one bedridden?

[lacel0veletters]

Thinking of poly! Bokuto and Kuroo, who can wait to get you home after studying and absolutely ruining you in a library after hours.

ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+

Bokuto can't handle the word "no," especially when you and kuroo look so amazing next to each other.

You three made a bet that bokuto couldn't last a 3 hour study session on a day he didn't have practice. And he was doing so well. So good, until you straightened up your back after being slouched over your books for 40 minutes. Letting out a soft sigh was all it to koutarou to snap.

"GAHHH— I can't do this anymore !" The frosted tips male groans. Which makes you a kuroo both perk out at the sudden noise. "Ahh~ Ko, you were doing so good. What happened?" Tetsuro teases.

"SHE DID!!!"

"HAH– What did i do?!" You question back semi-annoyed. You could see the neediness on bokutos' face, making you pity him.

"Ah well, you did make it the three hours. So i guess you lose, baby. "

"Huh, lose what??"

That's when it hits you. Not only did you make the bet that Koutaro wouldn't last. You bet not only yourself, but whenever he wanted (consensual course).

The droopy haired boy immediately perks up. "Oh yeah, i guess you did, hehe. Baby doll. I want you now, "

That damn smirk he had plastered on his face. Half tempted to punch him the other half, ready to give in. You give in.

You didn't leave that library able to walk.

--

A/n: That sucked so bad💔

[sodaneko]

Kuroo looks at you like you’re magic. Leaning in the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching you brush your teeth, still drowsy from your alarm going off only a few minutes ago.

He doesn’t care that you’re wearing the same oversized shirt of his for the third day in the row because the moving box with yours is buried somewhere you don’t remember. You’ve long given up on finding a pair of pants. The flat is a mess and so are you, your thoughts as scattered as your shared belongings on the floor. It’s bittersweet, moving out of this flat that you’ve lived in together for so many years. 

Your first home. 

These walls have seen everything–your Nekoma volleyball club jackets on the wall, the "we're really just good friends and roommates" cuddles on the couch late at night, the clumsy and drunk confessions in the kitchen, the needy open-mouth kisses against his bedroom door. You both fell in love here and never stopped doing so, a love so big and ever-growing till it didn’t fit into this small apartment anymore.

"You're beautiful," Kuroo mutters and wraps his arms around your middle from behind, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck. He lingers with his eyes closed, taking in your warmth and the familiar scent of your skin. It was his idea, getting a house outside of the city. Somewhere you can breathe, he said. He doesn’t mind the commute, he’d walk till the end of earth if it meant coming back home to you. 

Calm. Kuroo makes you feel calm.

It’s as if he turns down the volume of your own thoughts till they’re nothing but white noise, all with a simple hug. In his arms, you found safety and a deep belonging, like you’re molded to fit in there. Kuroo and you, you and Kuroo. You’re your own person but you’re also his, and when he kisses you it’s like the sun and the moon are colliding in an otherworldly unison.

Kuroo laughs softly when you give him a toothpaste kiss on his cheek, the fingers of your free hand tangling in his messy hair as you pull him closer. The other day you had found a white hair in there, his first one. Another tiny milestone shared. You had teased him about it, lovingly, and Kuroo simply pulled you closer and looked at you with all the devotion of the world. Small kisses pressed against your knuckles and the insides of your wrist, his thumb rubbing over the spot where a ring would be a few days after that.

“I don’t mind turning gray and old, as long as it’s with you,” he murmured and something had tugged on your heartstrings when he did.

Kuroo’s love is honest and raw, in a way that never leaves you second-guessing. It’s warm and tender. He makes you feel safe when everything inside of you is falling apart. And when he cradles your heart in his calloused hands you understand what it means to be seen, to be cared for, to be loved.

[nowoyas]

the crows and cats christmas reunion (kuroo tetsurou/reader)

m.list - read on ao3

A/N: written for @hatsukeii for the hq x reader secret santa exchange! I hope you enjoy ✨ also special thanks to @nectardaddy for the divider!

Summary: Your high school crush on your rival team’s captain actually comes to fruition in college. The problem? You both receive invites to the upcoming Christmas-slash-reunion party, and you’re nowhere near prepared to tell your high school social group about your new boyfriend. The solution, at least, is easy enough: just don’t tell them!

Warnings and Tags: university au, reader is a former karasuno manager, christmas parties, fluff and a lil bit of crack lmao, alcohol use, gender neutral reader

Words: 1700+

It was his laugh that did you in.

You couldn't begin to guess what he'd been laughing at, just that Karasuno had just beaten their sworn rivals and you were in tears, and that you'd paused everything because Nekoma's captain just laughed in a way that had him throwing his head back, chest fully shaking with the force of it.

That had been your reckoning: the flash, the oh, the clichéd emotions gripping you and not letting go.

Not a problem. He was the captain—now former, as of that exact moment—of your rival team, and you had a duty to be loyal to the team you managed for, and you could be, because he was graduating and you wouldn't see him again. Not a problem at all.

Only, see, that crush had been easy to ignore when he wasn't in front of you, when you didn't have to confront the sound of his voice or his stupid hair or the shape of his shoulders or—god forbid—his laugh again. So, naturally, he'd gotten into the habit of dropping in on joint training camps, wearing stupid hoodies that looked unbearably good on him and—you swear it—smiling at you when he caught you staring. And, naturally, you had somehow been the one he asked with some stupid excuse about how he didn't know his way around anymore and could you help out, if you weren't busy?

You hadn't been.

So in your final year of high school, at some training camp you hardly remember except for that one moment, escorted a definitely-for-sure lost alum of Nekoma High School out and paused when you rounded a corner and found that the two of you were completely alone. And maybe, yeah, you kissed him, then, and yeah, he walked away, and somehow, you didn't even feel heartbroken about it. No words, just that.

You'd given your first kiss to Kuroo Tetsurou, and nothing had changed at all.

Then college. Moving on. Living your life, working towards your degree, and surely you must be over him by now, like it would ever have gone anywhere to begin with. Yeah, you think about it—how could you not when he showed up to the games and the camps and smiled at you every time, when you still remember that kiss but can't remember his reply except that nothing had come of it and he still smiled at you after that so clearly he didn't hate you?—but you're over him and over it and goddammit there he is on your campus. Something which you could have anticipated, if you'd thought about the fact that Kuroo Tetsurou with that enchanting laugh who you kissed that one time went to the same university, hadn't he been wearing a university sweatshirt when you'd kissed him?

But you hadn't anticipated it. So of course you noticed him. Of course you stopped in your tracks. Of course you'd stared, and spilled your coffee all over yourself like a dumbass, and frantically tried to blot it out with the meager napkin supply that had come with your coffee and pastry, and then found yourself interrupted by—who else?—Kuroo fucking Tetsurou, smiling at you in that crooked way, eyes alight with recognition.

"My dorm's not far," he'd said, "do you want to maybe borrow a shirt?"

You deflated. You agreed. You borrowed a shirt and left with his phone number—ostensibly to pick your shirt back up later and return his—and a date, which had been amazing and maybe you're still dating by the time December rolls around and maybe, just maybe, you're in his lap when his and your phones both ping with texts in perfect unison.

And maybe you hadn't mentioned to any of your high school friends that you'd begun dating the rival high school's former captain.

"I don't see what the big deal is," he laughs as it dawns on you. "We can just tell them."

"Okay, no, not with the guys I graduated with. The guys in your year were reasonable, Kuroo. The rest were and are half demons and half the type of guys who can survive multiple years of sustained contact with the demons. They're gonna flip."

"You spent years wrangling them, I'm sure you can handle it."

You whine, drop your head against his shoulder. "What if we just… didn't tell them yet? Get through the party, pretend everything's normal, and then we can come back and go wild."

"We'll see how that goes."

#

For your information, that is going great. You'd shown up separately, gravitated naturally to different parts of the room—you're catching up with Shimizu and the other upperclassmen, drink in hand and eyes firmly pointed away from where Kuroo's harassing Tsukishima, amongst others. Sure, Suga's been doing his damnedest to get you to admit details about the secret boyfriend you obviously would have gotten the second you went away to university (you appreciate his faith in you). He thinks he's being slick, but he's really, really not.

"I told you, Suga, I am focusing on my studies."

"Does your studies pay for dates?"

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, sure. You're awful interested in my dating life, Suga-san. Why's that, again?"

"Oh, no reason."

The gambit for tonight absolutely requires that you let on nothing. You're not even entirely sure where Suga's idea that you got a boyfriend came from. You've been doing good. You're barely even looking at Kuroo. You're not even visibly reacting when you hear his laugh from across the room! The Crows and Cats Christmas Reunion (per the invitation—you've been calling it "garbage dump Christmas") is going great.

And then you catch Nishinoya on Tanaka's shoulders, pinning what you think is probably supposed to be mistletoe but is definitely holly to a door frame. It's visibly fake, but they're clearly putting a lot of effort into it.

Not a problem—you avoid it pointedly, watch a few others get caught under it and peer-pressured by tipsy busybodies into sharing a kiss with their fellow victims. The night drags on, and you have fun but maybe one drink too many, and when you slip into the hallway towards the kitchen to hopefully snag some water, a very familiar hand rests on your shoulder to help guide you.

"Hanging in there alright?"

"Kuroo," you whisper, "we're not supposed to be—"

"[name]-san!" Nishinoya shouts at the top of his lungs. "Kuroo-san! You're under the mistletoe; you gotta kiss!"

"—oh my god," you mutter, dragging a hand down your face.

A few of the rowdier guys cheer their agreements. You roll your eyes, turn to explain why you will not be doing that no matter how nice Kuroo looks in that sweater, and get as far as "that isn't even mistletoe—" before long fingers are gently tilting your chin up for a kiss.

Of course you kiss back. Bastard.

His lips are soft and warm and everything and he tastes vaguely like beer. You lean into it, mostly just to shut the guys up as your hand slides up to the nape of his neck. He responds in kind—free hand finds the small of your back, pulls you just that tiny bit closer, and for just a moment, you forget where you are and who's watching.

When you pull away, you're met with narrowed eyes.

"That was not the first time you two have kissed. There's no fucking way," one of the guys shouts.

You roll your eyes, try to play it off. "Maybe you should stretch before reaching like that. You're gonna pull a muscle or something."

"No, but, like, you were totally heart eyes at him all throughout school," Tanaka says. "If that had actually been your first kiss, you'd be like, dying on the floor right now or something. You're doing that whole tough thing."

"Has it occurred to you—"

Ennoshita cuts you off with a sharp look. "That whole tough act they do when they're trying to avoid questions? And aren't you two at the same university now?"

"You bagged him and didn't tell us? [name]-san!" Noya's voice is absolutely aghast.

Kuroo's eyes linger on you. "Bagged me?"

"I maybe had a little crush on you," you mumble, cheeks burning hot. "Did you not know? We straight up kissed at one point?"

He blinks. "What?"

"What?"

"That never happened. I have no idea what you're talking about."

You look at him. You're starting to get pretty good at reading whether or not he's messing with you for fun, but he seems completely, genuinely serious.

"We did. Last year. You came to visit and we ended up kissing but then you never—"

Oh. Oh no.

Oh my god.

The realization sinks in, and as you stare into your red solo cup of mysteriously strong holiday punch, you realize there's no getting out of this.

You tip the cup back and chug the rest. Kuroo is laughing over the music and the flood of alcohol burning your system, and you put all your mental energy into not crushing the cup in your hand.

"Wait, who are you thinking of?"

"Who would [name] even have mistaken him for? It's not exactly easy to mistake Kuroo for anyone else," Kenma says.

Point of order:

You don't remember how you ended up kissing. You don't remember how he reacted or why. Every time you saw each other after that, he acted like nothing ever happened.

"What, babe," Kuroo teases, "did you mix me up with someone else, or did you just dream it entirely?"

"S-shut up," you mumble.

"Oh my god. Did you actually—"

"No, nope, we're not talking about this—"

The grin on his face widens. "I think we are. Did you actually convince yourself that we kissed in your third year? Is that why you got extra skittish in the back half of the year?"

"Kuroo, I am going to kill you—"

The mortification feels like it's seeped into your very bones, but then he drops his head back and laughs and you can't bring yourself to finish the threat. You might not ever live this down, but it's made him laugh, and for a moment, you can forget that your friends are watching this and someone's gonna bring up this story if you ever make it to a wedding.

You always have been weak to that damn laugh.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory

[ackerpretty]

Can you do kuroo from haikyuu coded pleaseeee

You unburied my memories from 2020…

Kuroo codedd

[sundaaz-e]

Fluff/comfort

Morning Rallies

Ⳋ᧙  𓈒   ⊹˖  ॱ

The soft glow of early sunlight seeped through the curtains, gently painting the room in hues of gold and pink. You stirred awake, your face buried in the warm crook of Kuroo’s neck. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a soothing rhythm that made you want to stay wrapped up in this moment forever.

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled sleepily, tightening your hold on him as the faint beep of your alarm went off in the background.

Kuroo chuckled, his voice still rough from sleep. “You’re the one who has morning practice, Ace. Not me.”

You groaned and buried your face deeper into his hoodie, inhaling the faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with something undeniably Kuroo. “We both do,” you reminded him, nudging his side. “Coach is gonna kill me if I’m late again.”

His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. “Let me guess. You’re hoping your charm will save you again?”

You cracked an eye open and shot him a groggy glare. “Don’t forget who’s carrying the team on her back right now. If I show up late but play well, Coach will forgive me.”

“Big talk,” Kuroo teased, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “But don’t think I won’t block at full power next time we scrimmage.”

Your lips curled into a smirk. “You wish you could block me.”

Kuroo’s laugh rumbled against your cheek as he stretched his long legs out, knocking a blanket onto the floor. “All right, superstar, let’s go. I don’t want to be responsible for your ‘tragic fall from grace.’”

You groaned but finally sat up, rubbing at your eyes. Kuroo stayed sprawled on your bed, watching you with a lazy smile. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be the reliable team captain, you’re really bad at motivating people in the morning.”

“Hey, I’m plenty reliable,” he shot back, sitting up and ruffling his messy black hair. “You’re just too stubborn to listen to me.”

You rolled your eyes as you stood up and stretched. “That’s because you’re usually talking nonsense.”

As you dug through your closet for your practice gear, you felt his gaze linger on you, warm and unhurried. “What?” you asked, turning around with an eyebrow raised.

“Nothing,” Kuroo said, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just thinking how lucky Nekoma is that they’ll get to play against the best ace in the city.”

“Damn right,” you shot back, tossing a pillow at him. “Don’t forget it.”

He caught the pillow effortlessly and leaned forward, smirking. “Oh, trust me, I won’t. Just don’t forget who’s the best middle blocker in Tokyo.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and grabbed your water bottle. “C’mon, Mr. Best Blocker. Let’s see if you can actually wake up and keep up this morning.”

“Challenge accepted,” Kuroo said, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up with a lazy grin.

The two of you made your way to the door, already bickering about who’d get to the gym first. As you laced up your sneakers and grabbed your volleyball bag, you couldn’t help but glance at Kuroo out of the corner of your eye.

Maybe mornings weren’t so bad after all.

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There is nothing Kuroo loves more than coming home to you after a long day of work. There is something indescribable about the feeling he gets when he walks the final steps from his car to the front door, only to see that the light is on. He won’t come home to a dark emptiness, instead he will be greeted with your cheerful voice from the kitchen, pans and utensils clattering, the sound mixing with whichever melodies you have put on in the background. 

If he’s lucky, you won’t even have heard the door open, and he gets to see you dancing along to the music, singing along to the tunes and swaying your hips, leaning over your furnace slightly to check if everything is processing the way you would like. He’d stand in the doorway for a bit, a smile on his face as he loosens his tie and untucks his shirt. He’ll never be able to describe the feeling he gets when he watches you like that, his heart somersaulting, unable to contain all the love he feels for you. 

He usually coughs or makes some other sound, so he doesn’t startle you by calling out your name from the doorframe. The last thing he wants is for you to get a jumpscare while handling hot items on the stove.

His knees grow weak just a little when you turn around to face him, your face lighting up the minute you spot him. How he wishes he could just capture that fraction of a second and burn it into his brain, an image he never wants to forget or take for granted. 

You turn off the heat as you turn away from the task at hand, walking over to him to give him a kiss. His hand finds its place on your side, where it lingers, the kiss never just a short peck. There’s a reason you turn the stove off before you turn to him. 

“Welcome home.” 

Those simple words have such a profound meaning for him, because that’s what it is. Here, holding you, that’s where his home is. It’s wherever you are, wherever he can breathe in your scent and hear your soft giggles as he playfully peppers the softest kisses to the exposed skin of your neck. Home is his favorite place to be.