#kuroo tetsurou x y/n

[rewh0re]

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS

Kuroo's child was growing. She's 3 and he's an emotional father.

Ft. Kuroo Tetsurou x fem!reader

She/her pronouns, use of the word 'mama'. Idk what this is tbh all ik is that dad kuroo was eating me up especially girl dad kuroo so I wrote this in like 45 mins. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!!

"And that's your Mama when she was graduating high school," Kuroo pointed at the photo album kept on the coffee table showing a picture of you beaming brightly at the camera to your 3 year old girl.

"Waaahhhh Mama is so pretty!" Your little daughter was in awe as she mirrored your grin. She really did have your smile, Kuroo thought.

"Isn't she just?" Kuroo smiled a little to himself as he reminisced about your highschool days starting from when he smacked your face with a volleyball in your first year to graduating together. He remembered the moments where you yelled at him after getting hit, the gradual shared whispers and chuckles in between classes and the few times you cried on his shoulder on the Nekoma High staircase.

"Papa, what does graduating mean?" Your daughter looked up expectantly at her father.

"Well graduation is the ending of your school life and going into college," Kuroo tried to explain the term as best as he could but the little girl looked as confused as ever.

"What's college? Will I also graduate someday and go to this college?"

"You most definitely will and your mama and papa will be there with you marveling at how much you have grown up when you do," Kuroo laughed a bit as he voiced out his thoughts. God, his daughter was growing and she was growing fast. She was 3 already, it seemed like just yesterday that he was holding her in his arms and shedding tears of joy in the hospital.

"What's happening here?" You appeared, still a bit drowsy from your afternoon nap as you took the seat beside your daughter.

"I'm showing Fumiko our photo album. She was looking at your high school picture," Kuroo smiled at you as you turned the page to the picture you adored the most. The day your daughter was born.

It was a picture set in the hospital room where Kuroo was sitting on the chair beside your bed looking at you and the little baby in your arms with all the love in the world.

"That's you baby," you told Fumiko as you pointed to her in your arms.

"Look how small you were, a tiny bundle of joy. Your papa cried when he saw you, you know," you laughed as you told Fumiko the story of how Kuroo couldn't stop crying for an hour after getting to hold his baby girl.

"Did I make papa sad?" Your little girl looked at you with wide eyes.

"Quite the opposite sweetheart. I was a bit too happy," Kuroo turned the page to a picture of his friends holding Fumiko and then to her first birthday.

"Then why were you crying?"

"Well sometimes there are moments that are filled with so much joy that we cry because of it. Someday, years later when you hold your child, you too, will cry a bit," he took her hand and held it as he explained. He looked at her with so much love and he realized that his child was growing up and soon she'd be in middle school then high school and will probably be heartbroken a few times along the way. Kuroo will definitely give the person who hurts her hell. In a few years, he realized, it'll be her picture in her graduation attire as she beams up at him kept in the album instead of yours.

"Gosh child you're growing up too fast. Stop growing," he hugged her tight as the thought of his little girl someday getting married crossed his mind.

"Tetsu, she's meant to grow up," you laughed a bit at your husband's antics.

"No. She's meant to be my little girl forever,"  you laughed at his words as your child protested to be freed from the tight grasp of her now very emotional father.

"Papa I have plenty of time till I grow up," she broke free from his grasp and you looked at Kuroo and your little daughter. You can never get over and never get enough of Kuroo's fatherly side. He looks at Fumiko with so much love, adoration, care and gentleness that it never fails to bring a faint smile to your face. You realize as you look at the little light hearted argument the two are having and realize that yes, your baby, the baby you felt like had come to this world just yesterday, was growing up too soon. Kuroo was right. It was a bittersweet feeling. You could only chuckle at their antics.

"Well even if Fumiko grows up really soon, she will always be Mama and Papa's little girl. Am I right, Fumi?" You hugged your little daughter from behind and kissed her chubby cheeks.

"I will always be Mama and Papa's little girl!" Fumiko laughed, which showed the gaps where her two front teeth should've been.

"I know you will, sweets. I will not let it be any other way," Kuroo joined in your hug and really, to be in love with your husband and having a little daughter to care for and adore, you really wouldn't have it any other way. Your little family was the only thing in the world that mattered in this very moment.

[mikage-rehoe]

A Bouquet of Red Roses (but make it a hundred)

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.7k

tags: post-timeskip, office au (office workers to lovers), mutual confession (is that even a thing? 🤔), Japanese honorifics are used, one cheesy chemistry pick-up line is used, LOTS AND LOTS OF RED ROSES!!!

a/n: dedicated to mami @quirrrky (ayiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee 😏��️). Based on a request drabble by another Kuroo-simping moot @jotatetsuken from my old blog, rewrote and expanded it into a full-fledged fic. The original version’s been betaread by @krystalgaia, and this expanded version’s betaread by my fellow residents @unknownspecies @blackfire2013 @kenslilove at @enchantedforest-network—thank you 🙇🏻‍♀️ heart dividers by @cafekitsune 😘

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RIIIIIIIIIIIING! “L/N-san speaking, yes! …yes? …a package for me? Hm… I don’t know… Hmm, mhm… I’ll receive it there at the lobby, thanks.” You placed the phone receiver back on its cradle, ending the call before quickly saving the worksheet you were doing on your computer.

“Going for a break, L/N-san?” Your co-worker Kuroo asked, face peeking from behind his cubicle across yours, his brown eyes looking curiously at your figure, while you shut down your computer and fish out your phone and wallet inside your bag before standing up.

You shook your head and grinned, fetching your coat from the back of your office chair and draped it around your shoulders. “Ah, no! Kikutani-san from the reception area just called, saying a delivered package of some sort that’s addressed to me came in, and I was to receive it at the lobby today.”

“‘Of some sort’, huh…,” he hummed, looking a bit perplexed. “I wonder what kind of package that is… Hope it’s not some weird stuff some random dude just sent it to you.”

You sighed vexingly. “Same here… though I don’t remember ordering some stuff online these past few weeks.” You started heading towards the double sliding doors, waving at Kuroo. “Kuroo-san, if someone asks for me while I’m away, please tell them I’ll be quick!”

He waved back, grinning softly. “Okay! Be careful on the way~” 

At the office lobby…

“...ah, L/N-san! Here are the papers you need to sign on for the package,” the senior receptionist, Kikutani, said while handing you a clipboard and pen. She rested her chin under her intertwining hands, pouting. “Lucky you, receiving such a sweet gift from your darling~ I’m envious!” She continued on rambling dramatically. “Ahhh~ when will the day of meeting my own Prince Charming finally come?”

You stopped midway through signing upon hearing her and turned to look at her. “Pardon?”

The receptionist then glanced sideways, which you followed suit, at a seemingly large bouquet of red roses sitting on the far right of the front desk, slightly obscuring the brass nameplate of the company’s logo on the wall.

“Wow… what a sight…,” a fellow employee who happened to pass by the lobby muttered, subtly taking a picture of the huge red-colored package from their phone’s camera. “Lucky~” A few other employees also followed suit.

“W-Wait a second, Kikutani-san… you don’t mean… these are mine? This whole bouquet of roses is mine?!” you blurted out in confusion, a faint blush blooming on your cheeks.

“Uh-huh,” Kikutani nodded in reply as she watched you pick up the card from the bouquet. “All ninety-nine red roses.”

You stopped yourself from opening the card and reading its contents, side-eyeing the senior receptionist. “Wait… how do you know they’re ninety-nine in total?”

She winked amusingly at you. “I counted them earlier while waiting for you to receive them.” You shook your head in disbelief as you gently opened the card that was attached to the bouquet and read: “‘Forget hydrogen. You’re my number one element ♡’” You softly chuckled at the cheesy chemistry pick-up line written on the card. Cute. Whoever wrote this knows their science stuff very well and how witty of them to incorporate it into a good pick-up line.

“You know, in the language of roses, even the number of roses have their profound meaning, too,” the receptionist said out of the blue. “Receiving a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses from a special someone means that they’ll love you until the day they die.” She added thoughtfully, “…it’ll be wonderful if you were to receive a hundred red roses, though.”

You gently felt the soft-rough texture of the petals with your fingertips, and hummed, “Is that so…?” But, if there are ninety-nine roses in the bouquet… where is the one-hundredth rose, if ever there is? you asked yourself.

You then looked at Kikutani in a nonplussed expression. “But, Kikutani-san, how can I receive such a beautiful and expensive bouquet when I don’t have a lover yet? Much less a suitor…”

The receptionist stood quiet for a few seconds, staring at you. “You haven’t?”

“Since birth,” you replied, nodding in embarrassment.

Kikutani blinked once before clearing her throat. “Oh Lord... I’m sorry I misunderstood, dear,” she apologized.

You quickly dismissed it, waving your hands in front. “Ah, no! It’s okay, Kikutani-san, you don’t have to apologize. It’s just… this is my first time receiving a bouquet of roses so I feel kind of overwhelmed for a bit,” you chuckled softly.

“Oooohhh~ L/N Y/N-chan from the IT Department getting a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses from a dashing secret admirer, huh? Pretty romantic, if you ask me~” she said in a singsong voice, before her eyes noticed something behind you and smiled sweetly. “Ah! Speaking of dashing…”

“Oya? What do we have here?” You jumped on your feet and turned around to see your ‘dashing’ co-worker approaching the front desk, practically surprising you.

“Eh? Kuroo-san, why… what are you doing here…?” you asked in puzzlement.

“‘Why,’ you ask…?” Your tall male co-worker with bedhead hair then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, avoiding your gaze. “I… I just want to make sure you’re okay, that’s all…,” he muttered; you failed to notice the faint red tinge coloring his cheeks as he said that.

“Ne, ne, Kuroo-san, did you hear?” The receptionist clapped her hands, drawing both your and Kuroo’s attention to her, and pointed her thumb at you. “L/N-san’s got a rich secret admirer and sent them a huge bouquet of red roses!”

You’re exaggerating a bit, Kikutani-san…, you thought, shaking your head.

Kuroo cocked his head on one side and looked at the card in your hands, feigning disinterest. “Uh-huh… a ‘secret admirer’, huh…”

You leaned your head into your hand and laughed, looking flustered at the thought. “Kikutani-san, even if there exists a ‘rich secret admirer’, I don’t know who would spend their money buying such an extravagant gift for me…”

“Hmm… I think I know of one—me,” he admitted, magically producing a single long-stemmed red rose from his hand, and gave it to you, smiling genuinely. You heard Kikutani gasp in the background and say, “A single red rose… it means ‘love at first sight’!”

You stared at Kuroo, your cheeks getting redder and redder, the beating of your heart pounding louder and louder.

“W-what’s the meaning of this, Kuroo-san?”

Earlier…

You started heading towards the double sliding doors, waving at Kuroo. “Kuroo-san, if someone asks for me while I’m away, please tell them I’ll be quick!”

He waved back, grinning softly. “Okay! Be careful on the way~” As soon as you were out of sight, he opened his cubicle drawer and carefully plucked something red from inside the drawer.

Kuroo stood up from his seat, took a deep breath and straightened himself up. “Good luck, me… you can do this!” he said to himself before heading out.

He opened his lips. “L/N-san, I like you… ever since the day you were assigned to our department months ago. When I first laid my eyes on you, I thought I was blown away with your cute looks, but then I also witnessed your adorable personality that’s uniquely you. You’re charming, sweet, kind and down-to-earth—good traits that I love about you.”

Suddenly, he gently placed his hand over your head and ruffled your hair a bit. “I also love your clumsy side, too…,” he added teasingly, pulling his hand before you swat him away.

“L/N Y/N, I’d be more than happy if you would go out on a date with me.” Kuroo held your hand and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss while looking sincerely at you. Then he began to panic and pulled his hand away from yours, his face a flushing red. “A-ah, sorry! Was my confession straightforward? Did it weird you out?”

You giggled and shook your head in reply. “No, you didn’t… and I would gladly accept your offer for a date with you!” you said, happily accepting the rose from him before placing it together with the other ninety-nine red roses. “I’m also glad you’ve confessed that you like me… because I like you, too, Kuroo-san.”

Both Kikutani and Kuroo were stunned at your sudden confession, with the latter asking: “…you like me, too?”

You shyly nodded in response. “…it was also a love at first sight for me. You’re really sweet and always helping me out! A true gentleman… Also you made me giggle with that cute chemistry one liner you wrote on the card.” You brought the card to your lips and chuckled softly. “I love it!”

Cute… you’re so damn cute… I swear to God you’re gonna be the death of me, L/N-san, a blushing Kuroo thought, quickly clutching his chest to stop his heart from beating past the normal rate.

“Ah! I don’t know if you remembered but… you helped me before, during my first month here…” You then pointed at a nearby snack vending machine, and smiled at Kuroo. “You know, the stuck bag of chips?”

“Eh!? Is that you?”

“Mhmm… I was so hungry at that time—I forgot to bring my bento from home—and I couldn’t get myself to go out to the nearest restaurant without sacrificing my precious lunch hour,” you said to him. “So, I resorted to buying some chips at the vending machine for lunch. But just as I dropped some coins and turned on the knob, it stuck between the coil mechanism and the glass wall…”

“…that’s why I found you teary-eyed and kneeling in front of the machine and pounding your fists on it,” Kuroo continued, reminiscing about that fateful encounter with you. “Then, I remembered kicking one side of the machine and you get to eat that bag of chips…”

“I was so happy that time, and I was going to thank you but you’ve already left. I forgot to ask for your name or from which department you were part of. So…” You and Kuroo continued to chat some more for a while in front of the reception desk.

“A hundred red roses—‘a gesture of commitment and supreme devotion’...,” the now ignored receptionist murmured, sighing dreamily as she looked at the both of you getting all shy and lovey-dovey in front of her, chatting away.

Bonus, a few minutes later:

“Shoot! I forgot to finish signing the receipt form for the bouquet earlier.”

“What?”

Likes are okay (but useless), reblogs are nice, reposts and plagiarism stuff are frowned upon 🥰 | ALL WORKS BY MIKAGE-REHOE © 2023

[blucassiopeia]

Sullen Books

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, passive angst

A Kuroo Tetsurou x reader one shot or???

a/n: no comfort on this, i wanna pin this mf till the end of my breath LOL; i honestly had a hard time on this one, avoiding as many clues as possible omg; fufufu

"ーma. I don't know."

"Well, we all don't know. And c'mon, she's pregnant. We have to be present in her life in these times. She's alone."

"She's not. That motherfucker will be right there with her any day now."

"And the other one."

"Not the other one."

"If you could be so kind with him."

"I just wish they'll kill the biggest motherfucker ever existed."

You're staring at the vast table that's lining this book café in the university. It's not crowded in this time of day, still got some vacant seats elsewhere, but not directly next to you.

You tried to sleep again when you noticed your phone died and the humming music in your headphones got silenced, but, for the love of God, how? Muffled conversations is all you could hear. You tried not to groan in frustration.

"Akaashi's visiting this weekend, are you really gonna pass?"

You also waited for the other one with the muffled voice to answer to maybe put an end to your over reacting misery. But it never came. Right. Keep that silence and never talk again. Your head is still turned away from them, resting on an opened french book. You didn't read it, you don't even know much about french, you just love how it smells it lulls you to sleep. Yes, your kind of pillow.

Shufflings that came from things being dumped to a bag and minimum volume of a game you once played with your brother over the few months sounded. And Lo! Silence! The last you heard from the man next to you before you went back to your dreamland wasー

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

It was raining when Kuroo walks out of the university and onto the bus stop. The transparent umbrellaーone which she had left and forgotten in Nekoma's gym from the last Training Campーwas somehow relaxing to watch. The droplets make a hurried plop sound and it slides to the sides, hang on the silver tips and falls to the already wet pavement. He occassionally stares at it as he walks.

Then he heard some heavy books fall in the other side of the pavement, near the bicycle parking area. He turned to your unsuspecting figure that's too messy on picking the scattered, and now wet, books. Your bag threatening to give up on your shoulder too. He just stares at your back for a second or two and walked on, fearing he might miss his bus if he would help you. Also ignoring the fact that he somehow remembers that same long light blonde hair from the university book café three days ago.

"Why is this wet, Y/n?" the attendant on the book café grumpily asked you as you returned the books you borrowed. You frowned as you recounted to him yesterday at the sidewalk just by the bus stop. "You have to pay for the damages."

Your jaw dropped. "But no pages were torn." Your frown deepened when he dismissed you with a tab you have to pay before exiting the book café, or you have to face extra payments in your tuition. Ugh.

You grouchingly made your way to your spot. The book café is strategically situated at the center of a cross road in the university and your favorite spot is facing a part where students rarely pass by, it's peaceful with all the trees fresh to spring forth leaves.

Then you saw a raven-black haired man in your spot. Your frown deepened just a little more you can feel almost wrinkles automatically appearing in your face. Not your day, huh?

His face is turned to your side. He's not especially handsome but he's sort ofーwellーfanciable, at the least. But not your type. Definitely. You grimaced and plopped your things gently to his side, a chair away, not giving up the serenity this spot has to offer. But still grumbling because that grumpy attendant has banned you on the books until you pay up. Grr. You put your headphones on and decided to rest your eyes.

You woke up to the sound of soft dings. You peered and accidentally caught a glimpse of his lockscreen. A golden-haired girl next to his beaming figure. And the screen darkened just as fast. You couldn't care less but that woke you up real bad, your head started to throb.

You were grimacing and finding a perfect angle to rest your head against your arms but to no avail. It was until you tilted your head to his direction again. He's facing you right now and snoring. You softly snorted and somehow, to the soft hum of his snoring and music on your discarded headphones now hanging on your neck, you found yourself closing your eyes.

Kuroo jolted at a tiny pull on his hair and he looked up to find Kenma. "I have been texting you for two hours already."

Kuroo groaned and put his stuff back on his bag, finding a note with his notebook. I like it when you sleep, so adorable but unaware of it. You look so peaceful.

"If I haven't gone hereー"

Kuroo shoved all of his things, note included, to his bag and slung it on his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his sweater. "Sorry. Sorry. Let's go."

"Y/n, go with me to this wedding in Miyagi please? It's in 3 weeks."

Your nose scrunched up when you read your brother's message that weekend morning. You yawned as you dialed his number.

"Please! It's my friend's wedding."

"But why do you have to bring someone?" Geez.

"Well, everyone I'm close with are bringing dates."

"Then bring your girlfriend!" Ugh.

"I don't have one! No more of this. You're coming with me!"

And he fucking hanged up on you. Miyagi's 2 hours away. What the hell is he thinking? You rolled your eyes as you took a shower to start your day and classes is in an hour. You'll definitely gonna be late.

The hall was packed already when you arrived. This is a new class you just enrolled in because you just realized this is a prerequisite to that one major next semester. Blockmates are not as kind as you think, if being new to the place is still not as inconvenient.

Your eyes flew to an empty seat at the back. Next to that same raven-black hair in the book café. His eyes were dead straight to the professor and writing stuffs as he goes on with the lecture, thankfully ignoring you as you bend down trying to be obscure. He didn't spare you a glance when you sat next to him, just a subtle drag of his scattered notes out of your space. And you ignored it.

Cold.

But you were surprised when he hurriedly came pass you out of the book café that afternoon. He was all smiles and seemingly excited for something. You looked back to where he is going. And you saw her. The same golden-haired girl in his lockscreen running to meet his open arms.

"Tetsuuu! I missed youu!"

"Hey! Don't run!"

She jumped to his arms to where he spinned as he catches her, hugging her tight, brows all up above his closed eyes, face snuggling in her neck. You saw how his hug tightened as the second passed by, brows furrowing and you have to go on in the book café because of the weird feeling you had harbored in that scene.

The day you gave up a day in your favorite spot is the day you sat by the entrance and see how his face changes as he talks to the sunshine girl that has her waist carefully held by another man standing beside her. You saw Kuroo's face under his mask.

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

A voice rang loudly as you watch him watch the couple in front of him.

Kuroo's mind was swarming with lots and lots of thoughts. Mostly from what his friend said about his wedding. Wedding. He felt like he's tearing up. What a weak man he is. He just wants to storm outside the lecture hall and go straight home or anywhere else where he can scream his lungs out. His thighs are popping under the long line of desk, his fist resting on it as it bounces up.

"Lemme answer that, sir!"

"Okay, Miss Y/n. Mr. Kuroo is somehow not in my class right now."

He closed his eyes in realization that he was called a few times, and that a girl, you who is sitting rows away from him, saved him from half of the embarassment. C'mon, Kuroo. Focus. Head on the lecture.

Friday came and your brother was already nudging you to pack your things for both of you will be in a train in two hours. That Miyagi wedding is a hassle but you can't ditch your brother when he's being too cute in front of you now.

"So who is this friend that's getting married?"

He grinned in his seat and pulled out his phone. "She's my crush way back first year." Your brows shot up at his confession as he shoves his phone to your face. "Isn't she pretty? Her name is Tsukishima Ran. Well, tomorrow, she'll bear a new family name."

Your face went cold when you saw the bride-to-be. Your eyes travelled to your brother so slow and flickered back to his screen. "Y-yeah, she's really pretty."

You should've asked him before you sat on that bloody train to Miyagi. Now, you wonder what to do to avoid people. You felt your breath hitched as you realize you'll see him again, now out of the university walls.

The walk to the stunning venue was unnerving. The men were in black and the women are in either gray or white. You padded the white fabric against your skin and turned to your brother. "You look scared Y/n." He took your hand to his arm for you to cling to. "You want to poop?"

"Idiot." You hissed and pinched his arm to where he flinched and laughed as he ushered you to a table full of his volleyball friends.

You took a deep breath and act insignificant, dying to ignore the stares of a blond-hair-with-black-roots man across the table. You restricted your eyes to your phone, to your space in the table and to your brother's face. You badly want to end the night fast.

"Ran-chan! Well, you'd still be myーourーRan-chan even if you're married to that fucker. I'd still be your knight in shining armor whenever you need me, will always be available, but not on changing diapers okay? That's someone else's job."

"Who is that someone else?"

"Her fucking bestfriend, who else!"

Your head perked up when laughs were roaring throughout the venue as a man from the nearby table raised his middle finger to Kuroo, of which he kindly returned.

"In all seriousnessー" That stare he gave to the bride sent shivers to you, it made you want to run away.

"ーI'll still protect you and the ones you love with my life. That's how you both are special to me. And to that small one in your tummy right now.." He trailed his eyes to the groom that's still beaming throughout his friend's unsuspecting confession.

"He'll have the bestest dad ever, and the coolest uncle and a bunch of extra shitbag uncles. Best wishes to the both of you. Be happy now."

Kuroo wasn't supposed to say those words aloud. He wasn't supposed to. He was dead-set on keeping his feelings under control but seeing her in her wedding dress with his friend next to her, he lost it. Now he's desperately trying to find a peaceful place away from the venue to rant out, beer on one hand, loosened necktie dangled around his disheveled polo.

And you found him hunched on one of the small round pavillions away from the venue. He was sobbing real hard when you silently walked up to him. The ice came in contact with sunshine and it melted, drowning you too in the process. You pursed your lips and sat quietly two spaces away from him. That moment you held with him was suspiciously your solace from all else that's bothering you right now. His sobs, heaves, whimpers and shuffles, trying to wipe his snotty nose in his slacks. He might've noticed you but chose to ignore, like what he has been doing for the past two months.

He must really love the bride. To the point where he has no choice but to put down his mask like this. You hummed and rested your back on the wooden rails that's encasing the pavillion, careful not to make much noise, careful not to watch him cry his heart out. You closed your eyes, enveloping yourself with the sound of cries from a heartbroken Kuroo Tetsurou.

It seemed like an hour or two before Kuroo stopped crying, the can of beer crumpled on his bloodied hand. He felt his legs cramped as he stretched out and caught a hand next to him. He breathed heavy and out as he brushed the back of your hand with his thumb and looked up at your peaceful, angel face.

He's not an idiot to not know you're around. He just chooses to ignore you to not pass the pain. And he can't, he's still too in love with Ran. He's too in love with her to pay attention to others poking on him. And so, he walked away without waking you up.

Years had passed and you found yourself in his proximity again. Well, you applied at the Japan's Volleyball Association on the sole purpose of indulging what your brother loves, and now you learned to love too. Never did you know it's also his field.

Wait. Who were you kidding?

You still remember the thing Kenmaーthe blonde hair with black roots guy from that weddingーsaid to you after you woke up alone in that pavillion.

"It's better if you stay away, Y/n."

You were still shocked about how he knows your name. And if this is what it is, then Kuroo knows your name too? Is that it?

"He's dead-set on Ran right now, and maybe for a few years. He'll never be ready. I know him. When he's into something, he's going all out."

You remembered what Kuroo said in his message a while ago. "If he's gonna protect her and her loved ones, then who's gonna protect him if I avoid him now?" You smiled. "It's okay. I'm not asking for reciprocation. This is not business anyway."

Then you left Kenma dumbfounded.

You didn't know when did you start falling for Kuroo. Nor know why are you acting like the situation's okay with you. You just know that you're at peace when you see him. Just seeing him breathing and comfortable is okay.

Through the years, you started to do things to make him comfortable in every littlest way. To making him coffee when he's out cold on his desk during a night-shift, to the simple saves you did just to ease his way out of a situation, to that bento you bought him once when he forgot to buy his lunch, to volunteering to cover his shift when Ran's twins needs him for something, to rigging the Christmas raffle to let him win the vacation package.

All those were subtle. And you're comfortable with it. At least, he's happy with it.

Over the years, much to his displeasure, he is still in love with Ran. He has fully accepted that he can't be that person whom she will love, and naively thinks that acceptance itself will make him move on. Oh how wrong is he. Now, he's suffering from your little gestures of appreciations and love.

If he just fell out of love with Ran, he'll gladly turn to you. If he just forced his way to you, he'll gladly hold you in his arms even if you're both hurting. If he's just brave enough to drag you into his life, he'll kiss you breathless. But he won't, and he can't. Coz he loves someone else.

And how bad was it for him when that day came on both of you. Him, holding you in his flailing arms, tears coming down his cheeks and trying to grip your hand to a note from years ago you thought he discarded, returning it to you but the thought's so reversed now. Kenma's words ringing in his ears as he stares at you.

"If you're gonna protect her and her loved ones, who's gonna protect you if she's not around. She said something like that. And you don't have to reciprocate what she gives, she added. She's too pure for your dumb ass but let her love you, Kuroo."

You just made an irreversible sacrifice. And he's gonna regret this for the rest of his life. Well, it's not so long before that too. Kuroo smiled through his tears and he kissed you so earnestly, the kiss he should've given you in that pavillion, or when you saved him from the professor's questions, or when you stared at him getting broken with the wedding news from his friends, or when you walked up to his side on that certain class, or when he saw you getting stumped with so much books under the rain.

He should've done this kiss to you a long time ago, instead of waiting for it from another. He wasted so much time.

Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru | Miya Osamu

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

[violetsoju]

"Help me."

You peer over your shoulder to the source of the voice, raising an eyebrow.

“Pretty please?”

“Well, ‘pretty’ meaning as in you. Pretty. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Amazing. Jaw-dropping.”

Kuroo knows he has charmed his way with his silly request with your soft chuckles.

“You’re telling me,” You point your makeup brush at him, “As someone who wears a tie to work every day in a suit, you don’t know how to tie a tie?”

“Well, it’s a Saturday.” He reasons, taking small steps across the room towards you. “Ties are for working days. Today is a non-working day. So I’m afraid,” He presents the dark maroon tie before you with both hands as if on a silver platter. “It is out of my ability to tie a tie today.”

You stare at the tie in his hands for a few seconds, analysing his words while giving him a sceptical look.

The air is tense with unspoken words and judgement weighing down one another. Neither party backing down from the intense showdown.

“Fine.” You grab the tie from him. “I guess that’s a valid reason.”

It’s a mini celebration for Kuroo as he mutters a small “Yes” under his breath along with a small fist pump. “Thanks, dear. Love you-”

Unfortunately, his celebration is cut short when he sees that the piece of cloth handed over has now turned into a perfect tie.

He doesn’t even have time to recover from his shock when he finds it back in his hands, along with you stepping away from his line of sight.

“There you go, Mr. Out-of-Business-Hours,” You pat his shoulder as you turn back to your vanity table to continue with your makeup. “And why are you hunched like an old man? I know you’re 80 at heart but not physically yet. Posture is important.”

It’s complete silence after a minute. No fabric rustling sounds, no usual happy off-tune humming, no lame dad jokes. Nothing. You slowly put down your blush and turn around carefully.

A hunched stone statue stands behind you. You can’t decide if it’s a pleading look or a betrayed look. You blink, he blinks. You look at the tie, he looks at the tie. You look back up at him, he looks back up at you.

“What are you waiting for? Put it on.” You gesture with your hands to put the tie over your neck at him. “We don’t have much time left. Chop chop!”

That’s the last blow for Kuroo to turn into an absolute deflated balloon.

It’s only when you grab your bag, ready to head out the door when you realise him sitting at the edge of the bed. The maroon tie hangs a little loosely on his neck.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, bending over to fix his tie neatly.

The big pouty baby doesn’t look up to you and continues to stare at the corner of the room. “I thought you would help me tie my tie.”

“I did!”

“You didn’t.”

Kuroo heaves a heavy sigh at your quizzed look. He straightens his back, the little pout still on his lips, and clears his throat. “It should be like this.” He explains. “You,” He gestures to you, “Should drap the tie around my neck and tie it for me while I,” He gestures to himself, “Lower myself down for you to do so.”

“Like how they do it in dramas?” You deduce.

“Like how they do it in dramas!” He exclaims.

“No wonder you were hunched over like an old man just now.”

“Shut up.”

You sigh fondly at the man in front of you. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll take the opportunity to take revenge for all the fart bombs you dropped on me by pulling the tie a little too tight?” You ask, faux innocence dripping from your sweet smile as you stroke the silky material on his neck.

His growing pout that’s about to fall off his lips tells you that’s enough teasing for the night.

“We’ll do that next time, okay? Come on, we’re running late for our reservation.” It takes all the might in you to wrap a long coat around the big grown man and drag him out of the house, his groans and nags flying out the door.

“Speaking of dramas, don’t guys tower over girls from behind to show them how to do something in order to get closer to them? Like, teaching them how to play a sport, making coffee, or whatever.” You ask as the both of you wait for the lift to arrive.

A small inaudible murmured “Yeah” floats in the cool Autumn air.

“Wait,” You turn him around to face you directly.

“Did you want a back hug instead?”

The sparkle in his eyes answers you, shrunken ears on the top of his head flipped back up like a switch immediately.

“If you want one, you should say so next time.” You hum knowingly, giving him a coy look.

“I want a back hug.” He affirms, his eyes gazing deep into yours with his decision written in it, never firm than ever.

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Kuroo feels as if the world is all warm and beautiful again when he feels your body on his from behind, as if time has stopped and he has all the time in the world with you. His hands wrap over your arms as he rubs small circles on your skin with his thumb affectionately.

Two warm bodies sway from left to right gently along to the floor numbers flashing on the LED display. “And if you use the magic word,” You tiptoe to rest your chin on his shoulders, whispering in his ears. “There’s an additional bonus.”

“A back hug, pretty please.”

If there’s something that can’t be wiped off Kuroo’s face for the entire night ahead, it’s his dopey yet proud lovestruck grin, and the red lipstick stain on the side of his cheek that blossoms like the colour of his tie.

[devilstruly]

dumb luck

timeskip kuroo tetsuro × fem! reader

summary: overworking never turned out good for anyone, especially not you when you wanted some extra practice with the MSBY after your own

warning (?): sports injury

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You were just on your way out of girl's locker room, with your headphones around your neck, ready to blast some music on your way home. You would've been out already if it weren't for the familiar voices that caught your attention.

'Shoyo-kun nice kill!' - Miya Atsumu

'Great set Atsumu-san!' - Hinata Shoyo

'Hey hey hey! What about me! I made the pass!' - Bokuto Koutaro

What are they doing? Their practice was supposed to be over half an hour ago?

Intrigued, you made your way towards the other gym where the Jackals had their practice. And as expected you were met with the sight of Atsumu, Hinata, Bokuto and Sakusa practicing various tempos, combinations and what not.

Atsumu looked like he was in his element, as usual, it was hard not to admire someone as passionate as him.

Hinata was practically beaming with energy as he got to spike another one of Atsumu's perfect sets.

Bokuto was enthusiastic as usual, easily gliding across the court to race the ball Sakusa had served at him.

You stepped inside the gym, enamored by the atmosphere, causing all four men to look in your direction. 'Y/N-san! What are you still doing here?' Hinata grinned and skipped over to where you stood, wearing a smile that mirrored his own.

'I could ask the same Hinata-kun. Didn't your practice end about thirty minutes ago?'

'Yea but Kuroo-san said he'll stop by. Said he had somethin to tell us I dunno'

'Ah'

You nodded in understanding at Atsumu's words, looking around at all the balls scattered across the floor. Just as you were about to turn around and leave them be, the blonde grinned at you. 'Say Y/N...wanna practice with us for a bit?' You blinked at him, surprised and at the same time thrilled that he invited you to join them.

'I- are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude or-'

'You're not. We could use another hitter'

'Exactly! The more the merrier!'

Sakusa's and Bokuto's words made you smile and you nodded happily before dropping your bag by the entrance and jogging to the orange court.

Practicing with the MSBY four was one of your favorite activities. The energy these four had and the passion they shared for the same sport you loved was captivating. Even if you wanted to fight the feeling that was pulling you in you'd lose.

Atsumu's sets were like a drug. You could never get enough of hitting those perfectly timed balls he sent your way. The feeling of scoring over and over again cursed through your veins as you leaped in the air for god knows what time since you joined their practice. Another perfect hit.

And then pain. Immense pain.

You fell on your side and cursed under your breath, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. Atsumu and Bokuto were immediately at your side while Sakusa inspected your ankle. It hurt so much when he picked it up you had to bite on your lip to stop yourself from crying out in pain. 'Tsk. Can you move it?' You shook your head before cursing again and balling your hands in fists on the floor. Sakusa mumbled something about taking you to the hospital, making Bokuto and Hinata yelp at the thought.

'Y/N?'

You opened your eyes to see Kuroo standing at the entrance of the gym, eyes scanning your form that was half sitting on the floor before he crouched next to Sakusa and took a look at your ankle as well. You adjusted to the pain a little, clearing your mind. 'Can you walk?' Atsumu and Hinata helped you up at Kuroo's words and you tried to lean on your injured foot. 'Y-yeah I think I can...just not...ow...normally' You limped towards the bench and sighed in relief when you were able to sit down properly. 'It's not broken then, that's good' Kuroo gently lifted your leg on the bench and poured some water on Hinata's towel before wrapping it around your ankle.

'You'll need to rest it for the next few days. And no practice for a week'

'What?! No I'm fine! I'm sure it's nothing'

'No. If you don't let it heal properly it can cause some serious damage in the long run. And the VNL is approaching so you can't afford a fracture'

You stared up at him silently before sighing and nodding wordlessly. How are you going to just sit around and do nothing for a week? He smiled knowingly at you and patted your hair for reassurance. 'I'll take you home and make sure you have everything you need until you get better' You opened your mouth to protest but the roosterhead already turned around to speak to the four other athletes in the room.

You zoned out during their conversation, thoughts of not being able to practice and falling out of shape swimming in your head. It wasn't until a set of fingers snapped in front of your face that you remembered there were others present.

'Helloooo? Ya there?'

'Yeah sorry. I zoned out a bit there'

'I think all of you did enough for today, I'll take Y/N home now. Come on patient'

Kuroo chuckled, the action sending a rush of butterflies to your stomach, and you groaned in frustration. He picked up your bag and wrapped a steady arm around your waist to help you walk to his car. The two of you waved at the MSBYs before exiting the arena.

Now that you got the chance to rest your ankle, the pain was making itself known again. But even then you couldn't help but focus on the man on your left.

He was wearing a light blue shirt today, with black pants almost as dark as his hair that was untamed as ever. His matching blazer and tie were disregarded in the back seat of his car, along with his laptop and a bunch of folders and papers scattered across the car floor.

Dazedly, you admired Kuroo's side profile for the 100th time. You memorized the lines of his face perfectly by now but you never missed an opportunity to look at them over and over again. From the way his hair fell over his right eye, to the curve of his nose and the sharpness of his jawline. He was truly one of the most beautiful men you ever laid your eyes on.

You were so distracted by his features you didn't even notice the glance he sent your way before smirking. 'Like what you see ~' You snapped out of it immediately and looked anywhere but him while trying to fight the blush that was making its way onto your face.

'Shut up! I wasn't doing anything!'

'Oh come on I'm asking. You don't think I'm pretty?'

'.....Of course I think you're pretty'

'What was that ~'

'Yes I think you're the prettiest now leave me alone!'

Kuroo laughed, it was light and breezy, warmth radiating from his face. He smiled at you, a genuine smile, and you blushed furiously. He really had a beautiful smile.

He helped you to your apartment and set you on the couch carefully as if you'd break. 'I'm not made of glass you know' You smiled as he fluffed a pillow to put under your foot. 'Mm better safe then sorry' He smiled back at you before taking out his phone.

'What do you want for dinner? Thai? Sushi? Miya's place?'

'Oooh! I haven't ordered from Samu in a while'

'Onigiri Miya it is'

Kuroo chuckled yet again and you turned on the TV while he placed the order. He plopped next to you on the couch a couple of minutes later and unbuttoned his shirt slightly. You glanced at his toned chest before trailing your eyes back to the show you found.

The delivery arrived about twenty minutes later, with a small 'get well soon' note from Osamu (Atsumu told him what happened during their daily catch up). Kuroo and you ate together in your living room, accompanied by your favorite K-drama.

You rambled about the plot of the series and Kuroo took in every word, slowly getting invested himself. You made yourself comfortable in his embrace halfway through the second episode, the warmth radiating from his body making you drowsy. You leaned into him more, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. His ears heated up at the action but the smile on his face was gentle as he brushed a stray hair from your face. 'You're comfy' Your words made the man beside you tense up for a moment before he looked down at you with your eyes closed. 'I'm glad' He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you sighed contently. 'Rest up chibi-chan, you've had one hell of a day' You mumbled something incoherent in response before drifting of completely, Kuroo following not too long after.

[tetsumie]

“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘” — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

read part 1 here!

pairing: kuroo x reader & kenma x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: hello !! sorry for being gone for soooo long D: i wasn’t doing well and was in a really bad place mentally.. (plus burnout 😓😓) but regardless tysm for all the love in the first part of this fic! i appreciate u all sm and i’ll work on getting asks in! thank u for being so patient w me !! luv u :D

kuroo tetsuro

you woke up late today and weren't surprised that kuroo had already left for work by the time you woke up. but he did leave you a post-it note saying he made breakfast leftovers for you in the fridge.

you smile at the thought that kuroo took the time out of his day to make some food especially in the morning. however, as you're getting ready for the day, your eye catches the lunch bag that's sitting on the kitchen bar countertop.

"this idiot," you mumble, shaking your head with a smile on your face. you pull out your phone and shoot him a text.

y/n: thanks for the breakfast it was really good

tetsu: im glad :)

y/n: also you left your lunch at home stupid

tetsu: oh shit

tetsu: can you drop it off for me? i cant come home to pick up, im in a meeting rn

y/n: yeah that's fine

tetsu: thanks baby ill kiss u when i see u

tetsu: love u 2 the moon and back !!

y/n: ur so weird

y/n: love u 2 the moon and back <3

a few hours pass by and now you're taking the bus to head to kuroo's office with his lunch bag in hand. before leaving the house, you decided to swap his current lunch which was some leftovers with his favorite food, grilled salted mackerel.

you enter his office floor and are greeted by the office receptionist from the floor. "i'm just here to drop off some food for kuroo-san."

"oh yes, right this way," she stands up and opens the office door for you and points out where his room is.

as you're about to knock on his door, you hear his voice from the other side. "i'm not sure if i can come out tonight to eat kenma. y/n probably wants me home, you know how clingy they get sometimes."

your heart sinks to the floor.

has he always thought of me this way? clingy? i didn't mean to act that way? i just like being in his company. i didn't mean to be clingy. i didn't know he felt that way...

"anyways, i'll call you back kenma. i gotta get back to work. see ya later" he ends the call.

you take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, thinking about kuroo's words to his best friend. before you could even knock, the door opens and you're greeted by kuroo.

"oh y/n! you should've texted me you were here!"

you let out a laugh that sort of dies in your throat. "oh um i just wanted to surprise you that's all."

"come in, let's eat together. you can see the beautiful downtown view from here," he tries to usher you inside his personal office room.

you're a little uncomfortable so you hold yourself back from going on, "maybe another time, yeah? i gotta head back. i've got a lot of work to do with college and work and stuff."

"no yeah of course, i get it. work hard! but first..." kuroo smiles and before you can pull away, he kisses you on the head. "i'll see you when i get home. love you!"

too ashamed to even look at him as you walked out of his office, you just wave to him with your back facing him as you walked away.

you're now sitting on the bus on the way home, thinking about the way he called you clingy. "you know how clingy they get.." has he always thought i'm clingy? has he just been putting up with my annoying habits? i thought he liked the way i treated him. i didn't know he thought it was clingy.

you're trying to look back at your actions and now it's all coming back to you.

you're always trying to kiss him, hug him, cuddle him. you're always talking to him about random things from an occurrence at the grocery store to some new show you're watching. literally last night, you both were cuddling while watching a new episode of kuroo's favorite sit-com and you were running your fingers through his hair.

it all made sense.

you were clingy.

and he wanted space.

you were going to respect that.

kuroo comes home later that evening and announces himself with an "i'm home!"

you're on the dining table with the computer open, working on some new assignment and you smile at him. "welcome home," you say with a smile.

he's expecting you to get up and come over and hug him like you usually do but to his surprise, you continue to look back at your computer.

he assumes you're just busy and doesn't think much of it.

kuroo heads into the shared bedroom to unwind from his hectic day at work. he takes a shower and changes into some pajama pants and is now heading back to the living room to see what you're up to.

you're still sitting on the dining table with all your notebooks splayed out and computer open, working on what seems to be some really big project. he plops down next to you and starts squinting at the screen. he starts poking you to grab your attention from the screen.

"the mackerel was really good today."

"that's good."

silence envelops the atmosphere between the both of you until kuroo decides to speak again.

"what are you working on?"

"college stuff."

"maybe take a break now?" he suggests.

"i can't. it's due soon," your voice flat. "if you want dinner, there's some leftovers i made in the fridge."

"alright," he replies, getting up from the chair to the kitchen to warm up some food.

his shoulders droop a little. he was hoping to spend some time with you. but he is aware that something is off with you. he's not sure what it is but he knows something isn't right. you haven't given him a single kiss or even a hug since he's been back and your usual sarcastic remarks are gone.

you've barely even acknowledged his presence.

"maybe it's just an off day?" is what he convinces himself.

but those "off days" are starting to become more consistent.

you're out of bed before he wakes up in the morning and you barely talk to him when he comes home. you always end up sleeping after he falls asleep and he can't even stay up because of how exhausted he gets after work. the amount of physical affection has declined from you and every time he texts or talks to you, your replies are barely existent.

it feels like he's living by himself. when did it get so cold?

on the other hand, you think it's going well! you haven't been all up in his business lately. you're giving him the space he wants. you're hoping that kuroo is feeling much happier since you're smothering him less. sure, you miss getting to hold and cuddle him but this is what he wanted, right?

now that the week is over, kuroo is hoping to spend the weekend with you.

that morning, kuroo sets an alarm to wake up earlier than you in hopes of spending some extra affectionate time with you. however, the moment he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty and cold.

he has no choice but to get out of bed to see where you are. there's no way you're up right now. at 7 am on a weekend? no way.

he walks out of the room and he feels his heart chip. you're sleeping on the couch, slightly shivering because the blanket you're using barely covers you. have you been sleeping on the couch this past week? why didn't i notice? kuroo begins to internally berate himself right now for letting you sleeping on the couch for this past week right under his nose.

with no hesitation, he bridal-style carries you back into the shared bedroom and tucks you under the duvet cover and comes back into bed.

however, you've already woken up and you sit up on the bed, startled. "w-what? where am i?"

he scoffs, "i brought you in our bedroom idiot."

"oh," you're now grabbing your stuff and climbing out to go back to the couch but kuroo stops you by grabbing your arm.

"where are you going?"

"to the couch?"

"but this is our bedroom?"

"no, this is your bedroom," you emphasize.

"y/n." his tone feels cold to you. "talk to me."

"we are talking, are we not?"

he starts scratching the back of his neck. "yes but you know it's not the same. what's going on baby?"

his hand to tries to reach your cheek to stroke it with his thumb but you turn away and immediately stand up from his bed. "it's okay kuroo, please go back to sleep. it's the weekend, you should rest."

his heart chips at the gesture. why are you avoiding him like this? what did he do? what happened to 'tetsu?'

"it's tetsu to you," he mumbles.

you open your mouth but shut it and cast you eyes away from his stare down at the floor.

"it's always been tetsu to you," he states.

you're still silent and he takes it as his queue to continue speaking.

"baby, everyday i come home from work and you barely acknowledge me. you're always busy doing 'college stuff' or something else. you barely hug me or even kiss me anymore. what happened? what did i do? did i do something wrong? did i overstep my boundaries? are you mad at me about something? please i wanna know what i did wrong so i can fix myself."

your heart softens at his words and you begin to immediately reassure him.

"there's nothing wrong with you... nothing has ever been wrong with you... i just want to work on giving you your space. i know that you think i'm clingy and so i wanted to work on just giving you room to breathe. i know i can be a little too much sometimes. i'm sorry for not realizing how clingy my actions were sooner. i'm sorry i-"

he immediately walks over to you and brings you to his chest, hugging you tightly. your eyes slightly widen. "don't you dare fucking apologize. it's not your fault. shit, it's never been your fault, baby. what made you even think that?"

in embarrassment, you mumble, "i heard you say i'm clingy to kenma. sorry i didn't mean to overhear."

"oh, my love," he pulls away and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. "it's not what you think."

he sighs and he sits on the side of the bed and taps the bed space in front of him for you to sit down as well. "kenma's been trying to get me to go meet some new volleyball members to affiliate them with the jva and to be honest, i already have so much on my plate with the current affiliates, that i'm really trying to avoid going out for dinner with him. i'm trying to get one of my coworkers to go on my behalf to seal the deal but i can't find anyone willing to."

"i just used your name as an excuse. i swear on my life, i never really meant that. i never ever meant to hurt you."

still finding it hard to believe him, you mumble, "you don't need to lie.. i understand if-"

"y/n, i swear on my mother, i'm not lying," he interrupts. "every single fucking day, the only think i ever look forward to is seeing your beautiful face in my apartment. i look forward to your rambles about the new show you started watching or how the current professor you're shadowing is a douche. i love your bear hugs and i love the way you kiss me all over my face in the mornings. fuck, i love knowing that i get to go to sleep with you every night and i get to wake up to you every morning. i love you, just the way you are. please don't ever change yourself over some fucking lie i said."

"i'm so sorry y/n, so sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you," he intertwines his hand in yours and looks into your eyes. "i'll do anything to regain your trust.

he senses the hesitation in your eyes and honestly, he can't blame you. you've been harboring this guilt for a week and it makes sense that you're still feeling a little uncomfortable around him.

but to his surprise, you inch your way closer to him and hug his chest and the tears begin to fall. his body tenses and he feels so guilty about everything. he rubs reassuring circles on your back and kisses your head every few moments.

after you wipe your tears on his shirt, you look up at him and honestly kuroo hates to admit this but you still look gorgeous even with a tear stained face. he's grinning at you and begins to pepper your face with his kisses.

"love you to the moon and back," he whispers into your ear.

you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. "love you to the moon and back, tetsu."

in that moment, he swears to himself that he'll make sure that you never have to doubt his love for you ever again.

kozume kenma

as the ceo of his own startup company, a youtube streamer, and a college student, kenma can almost never find any time to himself. the only time he really feels at peace is either when he's asleep or when he's with you.

but sometimes things get so hectic and suffocating, he just wants to be alone, away from the world.

after a long day of classes, you walk into your shared apartment and you can hear kenma talking from his bedroom/home office. you try to keep quiet not disturbing him.

in hopes of cheering him up, you decide what better way to do so by making his favorite food: apple pie. you put down your stuff on the living room couch, grab the apron, and get to work.

kenma stays locked up in his bedroom for the majority of time that you're baking and a part of you just hopes that maybe he'll come out to just say "hi" or just accompany you to see what you're up to but unfortunately he doesn't.

after the pie is done baking in the oven and you've brought him a slice so he can get some food in his system because you're sure he hasn't been taking care of himself. you're hoping that maybe, just maybe, the both of you will finally get to spend some time together.

you knock on the door twice.

no response.

you knock once more and call out his name, "kenma, you busy still?"

still no response.

you sigh, realizing there was no hope in knocking, and decide to twist the knob and enter his room. you're greeted with the sight of him sitting on his gaming chair, knees to his chest, headphones over his ears, and slightly biting the eraser top of his pencil.

he must have felt the presence of someone else in the room with him because he looked away from his computer screen and his eyes widened. he slid his headphones off his ear and hung them around his neck.

"how long have you been home?" he bluntly asks.

"for an hour or two now, i think," you reply.

“oh sorry, i didn’t see you,” he mumbles.

you chuckle in response. “i didn’t think you would considering you’ve been cooped up in your room the entire time.”

“well yeah,” he says. “i’m busy.”

as he’s about to put his headphones back on and get back to work, you speak up. “i know you’re busy but do you wanna eat with me? i made-”

“can we talk later? i don’t have time for your clinginess right now.”

oh.

he puts his headphones on and indulges himself back in his work, not even registering the weight of his words.

you slowly walk out of his room, silently close the door, grab yourself a slice of apple pie originally made for the both of you, and plop yourself on the couch to watch some new show on the television.

after working for nearly hours on end, kenma finally finishes the load of work he had piled. now all he wants to do is just spend some time with you before going to bed. he walks out of the bedroom and is greeted by you asleep with the television humming in the background.

he can't help but let a small smile envelop his features. it's such a domestic sight and he wants to photograph this moment in time.

he knows he said some harsh words to you out of frustration but he hopes that you understand that he didn’t truly mean them.

he goes over and kisses your forehead and he smells the distinctive scent of apple pie and his heart softens at the thought that you made him his favorite food.

he goes over to his bedroom, grabs a blanket and lays it over you and goes under the blanket, snuggling himself closer to you. he hasn't felt this relaxed in a while and your presence is just so comforting to him.

he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

the next morning, you wake up and find yourself in an awkward position and your feel arms wrapped around your torso. you look to your left and are greeted by kenma's sleeping figure and you can't help but smile.

but you remind yourself of what he told you yesterday and you silently get up from the couch and begin to get ready for the rest of your day.

his words, "i don't have time for your clinginess right now", really had sent you into a spiral last night and you were too exhausted to think clearly. did you always come off as clingy to him? you were definitely a bit more energetic and enthusiastic than him but you never thought it was clingy?

you can't seem to think straight so you decide to maybe go out for a walk, just to take your mind off things. you just need some time alone, away from your apartment with him.

kenma wakes up only a few minutes later and he feels cold. his neck is sore, considering how he slept in an uncomfortable position because he wanted to sleep with you. however, to his surprise, he doesn't find you asleep next to him.

as he walks around the house, calling your name, a sense of urgency begins to form in the pit of his stomach.

he dials your number and it goes to voicemail.

he does it again. still voicemail.

he's about to call you one more time until he hears the jangle of keys and the door opening. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and as you're about to turn your keys to open the door, he's a step ahead of you, opening the door for you.

"oh my god, i thought you went missing," kenma hugs you, catching you by surprise. "where'd you go?"

hesitant to reply, you say, "oh just went on a walk, that's all."

"you should've told me, we could've gone together," he states. "i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."

"it's fine. don't worry about it."

there's something wrong and he can sense it in your demeanor. as you're heading to the master bedroom, he can see the way your shoulders slump as you put your keys back. he doesn't address your distant behavior, thinking that you're just having a rough morning and it'll get better as the day goes on.

unfortunately, it doesn't get better.

you seem to be fine but you just feel incredibly distant.

kenma's been playing games in his room all day and unlike usual, you're not in his bedroom watching him play or sitting on the bed scrolling through your phone. his gaming experience isn't the same when you're not there.

he pauses his game and goes out to the living room to see you lying down on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone. he wants to ask why you're not staying with him but he doesn't want to make overstep your boundaries, especially since it seems like you're not in a good mood.

but that's anything from what you want.

you want him to ask you to stay in his room and keep you company. but because he hasn't done so, his word "clingy" began to scream louder in your head and to be frank, that's the only thing roaming in your head.

"do you want to do anything today?" he asks. "you know.. because it's the weekend and we can go out if you want? like going out to eat?"

a part of you began to feel guilty considering he was thinking about what you wanted to do and you hated feeling like a burden towards him. he already expressed his disapproval with you when he said he found you clingy so you didn't want to impose any further.

"no it's okay," you reply, eyes glued to your phone. "i don't want to annoy you or anything.. so i'll just go on my own or something..."

he hums in response but his eyebrows furrow as he doesn't seem to move from his spot. he can tell there's something wrong and you're obviously being very dodgy with him about the subject which is why he decides to take a seat on the couch and snatch your phone from your hands before you can even register what's happened.

"hey give me back my phone!" you sit up, stretching yourself over to grab your phone back from him in a failed attempt.

"not until you tell me what's wrong," he says flat.

you sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't inevitable. you can't avoid him forever "you called me clingy yesterday, kenma. sorry that i don't really want to hang out with you right now."

the words that leave your mouth have kenma in a state of shock. you took that seriously? you really thought he meant that? in order to ease his busy day of meetings back to back, you came home baked him some apple pie to ease him from his stresses.

and what did he do in return? called you clingy when you just wanted to spend some well-deserved time with him. god, he was being so ungrateful. his body fills with guilt when he he realizes you took his comment to heart.

“honey, i-” he starts and then is cut off with your words.

"i understand where you were coming from, i like to show my affection with you through physical touch and i know you’ve never been one to really reciprocate that," you begin to ramble. "so i’m really sorry for pushing your boundaries and i’ll give you the space that you need."

guilt is eating him away and he needs to clear the air now, otherwise you might be closed off forever and he’s not sure if he’s ever going to be able to reconnect with you.

“y/n, honey, don't apologize for this. it’s not your fault at all,” he starts. he puts down the phone onto the couch and grabs both of your hands and squeezes them assuringly. “i'm sorry for pushing you away and calling you clingy. you didn't.. you never deserve to be told that."

his hand finds its way to your cheek and he begins to rub comforting slow circles. seeing the sullen look on your face made him realize that he never wants to see you like this ever again. it was like you had lost the light in your eyes. kenma hated how he had diminished that so quickly by making you think that he didn't like your company.

he loves you so much; he could never imagine what life would be like without your presence.

a small smile begins to creep back on to your face and kenma finds himself in a slight sense of relief.

"it's okay," you finally utter out. "do you wanna watch that new episode? apparently there is so much drama now and i'm avoiding socials so i don't get spoiled..."

he chuckles, "i'll do anything with you."

he knows that he can't take back his words from before but as he's sitting on the couch with you in his embrace, he knows he can show you his love through his actions. he'll do anything to bring back that trust to you.

© tetsumie 2023 all rights reserved 

[tiza0925]

Just a pill | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, afab/female reader, alternate universe, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, squirting, degradation kink, kuroo is mean in bed but a sweetheart otherwise, praise kink, pet names, dumbification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cock warming, drugged sex (but it's consensual), SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Look at you,” His voice is rough, low, and sinful as he looks up at you with a small smirk, eyes hooded, while he has you spread out on his lap—

His muscled thighs provide the perfect amount of comfort for you as you barely manage to keep yourself up—desperately clinging onto his shoulder as your lower lip wobbles. 

Kuroo pouts, almost mocking you with his eyebrows softening, and lets his back lean into the bed frame a little more as he continues to fuck two of his thick fingers inside your cunt. “You must feel so numb by now hm, baby?” 

You shudder, feeling hazy and warm and achy, but you somehow still manage to nod your head as you suck in a deep breath. 

The pills you took were really strong. 

Kuroo was initially hesitant about it—because he knew just how much of a light-weight you are when it comes to getting intoxicated. 

But then you gave him that look—with eyes so big and pleading—telling him that you trust him to take care of you and—

And how was he supposed to say no to that? 

Of course, he’ll take care of you but still—

These pills aren’t exactly weak. 

Which is made very clear right this instant as your eyes turn droopy, and you feel your entire body turn numb but alight with fire at the same time. 

But you don’t regret it one bit. 

No. 

Not when it means Kuroo gets to treat you like this—like some doll for him to tease and fuck however he wants.

To whisper sweet, dirty words and handle you in ways that have you turning into a puddle. 

The kiss he plants on your cheek is gentle and sweet, and your fingers curl into the skin of his shoulders as he slips his two fingers out to run them through your sopping folds to rub your clit. “Were you keeping count for me?” 

You swallow thickly, feeling your mouth dry. “T-two.”

He’s made you orgasm twice already. 

And he hasn’t even fucked you yet. 

You hear him hum, then you feel the warmth of his mouth trail down your neck until his lips find that sensitive spot that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open with a soft sigh. 

Then you feel him murmur against your skin, “You think you can give me another like this?”

And you don’t think you can orgasm anymore. 

Not in this state. You feel so limp and jelly—simply sitting and taking whatever Kuroo gives you—

It’d honestly be a miracle if you cum again. 

You hum, nodding anyway as best as you can even if your head feels too heavy. 

Kuroo’s smile is wide and proud and—

“Oh god—” You whine when you feel Kuroo pinch your clit, feeling a sting of heat shoot up your stomach and chest. 

“Shh,” He soothes you, sliding his fore and middle finger back down your folds, your fluids creaming his fingers before he pushes them back into your fluttering cunt and curls them. “I got you, darling, don’t worry.” 

And you never do when it comes to him. 

He knows what he’s doing—enough for you to completely let your mind go and close your eyes as everything around you disappears and all you feel is liquid pleasure filling your blood. 

You circle your arms around his neck as support, your chin resting on his shoulder, and Kuroo kisses the side of your head as he rolls his wrists, his fingers curling and massaging your walls to build that tight tension in your belly again. 

“You take it so well for me,” Kuroo lets out a low groan, grinding his palm against your clit as he finger fucks you—while his fingers get all sticky with your fluids, and his other hand holds onto your hips. “Such a pretty little doll for me to use, hm?” 

You can only nod at this point as your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs with a breathy moan—your thoughts move like sludge and before you can comprehend what’s happening—

Your orgasm goes through you with a small snap—causing your lower spine to draw tight and your muscles to tense as you moan, clinging onto Kuroo and riding out your third orgasm for the night. 

But he’s not done with you. 

“Good baby,” Kuroo drawls, voice throaty, and he pulls out his fingers that are slicked with your fluids, and he uses that same hand to smack your ass—making you jolt. “Look at me.” 

And you do. 

Slowly.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, and Kuroo’s pupils dilate when he notices just how mentally gone you are.

Then he smiles, all gentle, and tilts his head to the side. “You tired?” 

Yes.

God—you just want to rest now. 

The pills have made you tired, yes, but it’s the orgasm after orgasm that’s taken a bigger toll on you. 

You whine as you nod, but Kuroo only huffs out a low chuckle in response and squeezes your ass. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

He’s quick but gentle when he guides you to lay on your back in the middle of the bed, and he takes the rest of his sweatpants off—letting his cock out to give it a few strokes. 

And the thing is—you can tell him to stop. 

Just one word and he’ll drop the whole thing—take you for a bath and call it a night with sweet kisses and gentle massages as he cuddles you to sleep. 

But as tired as you are—

You don’t want this to stop. 

Kuroo’s body envelops you entirely when he hovers over you, one hand beside your head—his body heat so close against yours—while his other hand guides the fat head of his cock through your soaked slit. 

“Your pussy is so messy,” Kuroo’s groan is ragged, and he breathes out heavily as he rocks his hips slightly to have your pussy lips wrap around his girth—coating his length with juices as the tip of his dick kisses your clit. “So sloppy and wet, baby.” 

You can’t speak. 

You’re too busy gasping and mumbling something between a moan and a whine as you scramble to hold onto his muscled back—your legs spreading and wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. 

“So needy, hm?” Kuroo teases as leans down to give your lips a sweet pull with his, kissing you so deeply that you feel your whole body crumble from it and you nearly let out a tiny sob. 

“It’s okay,” He says while pushing the head inside, immediately stretching you wider than his fingers can ever do, and you suck in a sharp breath with tears beginning to form. 

And Kuroo can see the tears lacing your eyelashes—making them wet and shiny—and he merely swipes at one of your eyes with his thumb so tenderly before leaning back. 

And his voice is soft—a huge contrast to the words that slip out of his mouth as he holds onto your waist with both hands, pushing his cock inside you until you think you might feel it in your lungs. 

“Don’t cry, love,” Kuroo coos as he pulls back, the tip of his dick catching at your hole, causing a trickle of your juices to gush out with how wet and messy you are. “You just need to lay there and be pretty for me, okay?” 

“O-okay,” You breathe out harshly, your lips, head, arms—everything—feel numb. “Please, ‘Surou, I—”

Your sentence gets cut short when he decides to push back in at that very moment—making your words bleed into a moan as you feel every part of him spread you open. 

God—

“I know,” Kuroo groans, rolling his hips to set a pace, hearing the wet squelch that your pussy makes as he fucks you—making his head spin. “I know, baby, I’ll make you feel all sore and full with my cum, okay? Just how you like it.” 

And he sticks to that promise soon after. 

He fucks you deep and slow, dragging it out and building that tight ball of heat in your lower stomach until everything in your body feels tense and ready to explode. 

Kuroo stuffs his dick inside your pussy that’s dripping with every thrust—making a mess on the bed and between your thighs—while one of his hands comes to push down on your belly.

“Oh—oh fuck—”

You shake, eyes wide, and your mouth is agape with a silent scream from the pressure on your stomach—feeling the twin sensation of being so fucking full with his cock and him hitting your g-spot over and over and over and—

Oh, god. 

“I—“

You can’t speak. 

You feel mindless and tongue-heavy. 

And Kuroo can tell by the way you hear him let out a knowing chuckle, his pace growing more harsh and needy as he presses his palm on your stomach even lower. “My pretty doll all fucked stupid that she can’t talk?” 

Your entire body shakes, feeling heat flush in your cheeks. 

You nod, panting, uncaring of the degrading words, and Kuroo’s smirk grows. “Poor baby, those pills really did make you all dumb for me, huh?” 

You know he doesn’t mean it. 

Even when he says those words out loud—and through your addled mind—you can hear the notes of affection hanging on those words. 

And for some odd reason—it just spurs you on, even more, making you lose it as you arch your back, your orgasm ready to combust. 

And Kuroo must be able to tell as he lets out a drawn-out groan, raw and low and heavy, and he starts to rock his hips faster—fucking you with the intention to make you feel him in your guts. 

“So tight for me, my love, god—” You cry out a moan, your hands gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white as Kuroo fucks you through your fourth orgasm for the night. 

This one feels like a snap against your clit, an explosion of heat and buzzing pleasure spreading throughout your body, and your vision turns blurry as you shake. 

But that’s not the only thing. 

“Fuck, baby, keep going,” You faintly hear Kuroo’s voice, but you have lost every sense of self and feeling to know what he’s talking about and the fact that you’re squirting all over his dick—soaking the bed and his thighs in the process. 

He continues to fuck you through it—leaning down to kiss you with his tongue licking inside your mouth like he needs to taste every inch of you—

And all you do is lay there and take it, silent tears running down your cheeks as he pumps his fat cock into your squirting pussy—all abused and puffy and drenched—until his dick finally throbs, letting out thick spurts of cum inside you. 

Filling you up like he said he would. 

“You’re such a good girl, taking me all so well like a good little slut, baby,” Kuroo mumbles against your quivering mouth, licking your lips and then your cheek to catch a few tears. “I’ll make sure you keep all of it, okay?” 

You’re so fucking out of it. 

You don’t care about the mess or how dirty you are. 

Your eyelids are ready to drop and you’re so close to passing out that you move with little resistance as Kuroo carefully turns you on your side to lay on the bed—and he goes to lie down, cock still inside you, pulling your back flush against his chest, your fluids and sweat mixing seamlessly. 

He kisses your neck and holds you tight, both of you breathing heavily as your bodies move in tandem, making you keep his dick warm for the time being to make sure his cum stays inside. 

And then—

“You okay?” 

Even though sex with Kuroo is always mind-blowing. 

Without a doubt one of the best things to experience in life—

The way he treats you after? 

The tender kisses, light touches, words full of praises and affection right after? 

That’s what you love just as much. 

He knows how to make you feel loved—secure—after sex. 

You hum, sleepy and sluggish, and snuggle up to him, your pussy still twitching every now and then as you two lay there, cuddled and basking in the other’s warmth. “I’m okay.” 

He’s the sweetest man you’ve ever been with, treating you better than you’ve ever known by other people—even if he fucks you like you’re a whore sometimes. 

And you honestly wouldn’t ask for it any other way. 

End.

Masterpost

[taintedtort]

Hihii...!!! i really love ur HCs and i wanted to ask if you're comfortable with these types of character writing, what r ur headcanons on kenma, kuro, tsuki n maybe suna would act when they're drunk ? like would they be a bit different than their usual self ? sorry to ask a lot but im more curious on ur thoughts on kenma ;; .. write whatever u can, idm ! thank u ehehe have a good one ! >_< <3

" LET'S GET DRUNK! "

summary. they’re drunk lolz

characters. kenma, kuroo, tsukishima

warnings. afab!reader, drinking/alcohol, post timeskip!!!^^

a/n. yesss i love kenma, many thoughts on him!! he’s my favorite!!! didn’t add suna because i don’t really know his character that well :( added a kenma bonus to make up for it tho!

KENMA

☆ i think he’d be a sleepy drunk. he's out as soon as his head hits any soft surface— maybe even before! i feel like he also acts grumpier, mumbling complaints when you wake him up and try to move him (he was passed out on your shoulder in the car, you have to get him to bed!)

☆ his face gets kinda pink, like he’s blushing. he’s pale, so it’s more noticeable than it would be on someone else. his eyes get droopy and his face sort of relaxes, so he looks mean and tired.

☆ he stubbles slightly, but he surprisingly manages to maneuver himself pretty well for a drunk person. just don’t ask him to do a cartwheel or anything… he couldn’t even do one of those while sober.

☆ he doesn’t drink often, so he’s a light weight… plus he’s skinny and on the smaller side, so he doesn’t have to drink much to get a buzz. he’s usually responsible though, but sometimes he celebrates too hard (with a bit of a push from kuroo)

☆ he doesn’t get any more talkative, but he’s less filtered that normal. i don’t think he’d be too flirty or mean, but if he got drunk enough he may compliment you a couple times.

BONUS:

☆ the type to get so drunk he forgets who you are. you come find him to pick him up after someone called you, and he’s face down on the table. you nudge him, trying to gently guide him to stand, but he’s immediately swatting you away, grumbling about how he has a girlfriend.

"leave m' alone— got a girlfriend already," he slurs, raising his head to drunkenly glare at you. his eyes narrow further when you laugh.

"kenma… i’m you’re girlfriend," you tell him, always finding it a bit amusing when he gets this drunk. he’s not too much of a hassle though, since he usually knocks right out when you get home and tuck him in.

he's silent for a moment, just staring at you up and down. he wears the same expression he has whenever he buys a new video game, excited and in awe.

"really…?" he asks, a hopeful tone in his voice. now that he’s looking at you… you are really pretty. he really hopes you're his girlfriend.

"yes, really. i’m gonna take you home, okay? cmon," you urge, gently grabbing his arm and helping him stand. he complies this time, his eyebrows raising.

"we live together?" he questions, the situation just getting better and better to him.

"we do," you confirm, another giggle leaving you. it doesn’t really hurt your feelings that he doesn’t remember, you find it more amusing and entertaining than anything.

"… im so lucky," you hear him whisper under his breath, looking at you as you guide him to the car.

KUROO

☆ he'd be a funny drunk i think… a bit of a handful, and is entertaining at first, but eventually gets annoying. his emotions kind of double when he’s intoxicated, and he’s also kind of erratic. really energetic after his first few drinks, but if he’s extra drunk, he’s more emotional.

☆ his eyes get a little watery, but that’s about it. he actually looks more lively while he’s drunk, because he makes more facial expressions.

☆ he can’t stand straight at all, especially if he’s had more than a couple drinks. needs support to walk, otherwise he'll fall. he’s heavy though, and puts majority of his weight on you, so sometimes you end up falling anyway.

☆ he can handle his alcohol pretty well. takes him a few drinks to get a buzz, but he doesn’t usually stop there. mostly drinks to celebrate things, or at parties. never drinks alone, that’s just boring and sad to him.

☆ probably asks you random stupid questions like "what number am i?" or "what animal would i be?" (follows up that second question with "would you still love me if i was that animal?")

☆ i think he’s more talkative, but he speaks faster and his words are kinda jumbled, so it’s hard to understand him sometimes. he gets a lot more sappy, constantly complimenting you and telling you that he loves you (he does that all the time already)

"y're sooo pretty, love you s' much."

TSUKISHIMA

☆ not that much different than when he’s sober, honestly. he gets more mellow, surprisingly, though it might be because alcohol makes him a little sleepy, similar to kenma. he isn’t quick to fall asleep, but he’s not energetic and jumping around.

☆ his face is more relaxed, which makes him look even more intimidating and mean. his eyes get a little red around the edges, but that’s mostly it.

☆ stubbles quite a bit and holds things for support. if you try to help him, he’ll snip and you and complain that he doesn’t need your help to walk. (he does, and eventually gives in and leans on you a bit when he almost falls on his face)

☆ also a lightweight. doesn’t go drinking unless he’s invited, and even then he’s usually the designated driver. on top of that, he hates being hung over, and he hates throwing up, so he rarely gets super drunk. kuroo tries to persuade him sometimes, but the most he gets his a little tipsy.

☆ probably gets into debates with people about certain topics that he likes, arguing with them about facts and opinions. he usually wins. even when he’s drunk, he’s still quick witted.

☆ he fights you on everything, insisting he’s fine and "not drunk" whenever you try to help him. you end up ignoring his complaints and just assist him with changing and getting into bed anyway. he’s asleep pretty quickly, especially if you run his back/scalp.

"i don’t need help— i'm not even that drunk!"

[schelamski]

Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 2)

-Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku

Part 1: Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo

Part 3: Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu

Part 4: Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu

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 Nishinoya Yu: Smiling into a kiss

A lot of times when you and Yu were kissing, you could feel his lips pulling into a smile. He just couldn’t help himself, even after sharing countless kisses he still got excited for another one from you. It became such a habit that you started smiling shortly after him while kissing, leaving you two beaming afterwards.

Iwaizumi Hajime: Wrapping you in his jacket with him when you’re cold

At first Hajime played the annoyed boyfriend when you were cold again, he didn’t quite understand how somebody could be cold all the time as much as you were. His opinion changed drastically when he took you in his jacket for the first time while you two waited outside of a street food restaurant. Feeling you closely pressed against his chest, being able to wrap his arms around you (a/n please he could suffocate me with his biceps) made him look forward to spending time with you outside in the cold season. You enjoyed it even more because now you were able to listen to his fast-beating heart while feeling absolutely content in his arms.

Suna Rintaro: His hand in your pockets

Whether it was the pocket of your jacket, sweater or the back-pocket in your jeans, when you were with Rin he somehow found a way to keep his hand on you. He would pull you close enough by your belt and then stick his hands into a pocket of yours only to whisper something in your ear. Being so impossibly close to him like that still send shivers down your spine which he noticed with a teasing grin. How would you know that he himself wasn’t as unaffected as he staged to be?

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hugs

I mean have you seen this man? I don’t want to blame it on his parental issues but I do because Tetsuro is a big hugger. He will hug you in the weirdest positions, needing your closure and comfort. The best thing for him though is when you start to hug him first, it makes his heart explode everytime. It only takes one of said hugs in the doorframe when he’s coming home from a shitty day and his mood is immediately lifted. It always made him feel like he mattered to you.

Yaku Morisuke: “This reminded me of you.”

 Since your boyfriend is playing over in Russia, he’s always bringing you something from over there when he comes to visit you. The best one yet is the one Morisuke is giving you right now, it’s a key. Looking at him with disbelief he only states “I finally found a nice apartment in Ekaterinburg and I want you to come live with me. I miss you too much and we´ve talked about it for quite some time but I wanted to wait until I found an apartment that would fit us”. This feels almost as if he’s proposing to you.

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[lovdlydaz]

how they react when they see you in your uniform

afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl

a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.

oikawa

♡ ————————♡

when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.

ushijima

♡ ————————♡

it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3

bokuto

♡ ————————♡

see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3

daichi

♡ ————————♡

today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.

kita

♡ ————————♡

you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3

kuroo

♡ ————————♡

your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3

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[nkogneatho]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

ೀ kuroo x fem!reader ft. iwaizumi

—cw: exhibitionism, blowjob, webcam sex, male masturbating, pet names (kitten), cum swallowing, deepthroat.

—a/n: this was supposed to be a small blurb but oh well. Also this was supposed to be just kuroo but being the hajime whore i am i had to include him.

Tetsu made sure to give you all his time and attention. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, arms to hold you into and of course a dick to fuck you stupid when you were horny.

But today he had a meeting with Iwaizumi to discuss the financial aspects while funding and sponsoring the volleyball tournament the recently partner for. He wasn't close to Iwaizumi, more to the former captain of Seijoh, but Hajime and Tetsuro clicked during their first proper meeting. They even went out for a few beers and shared laughs. He told him about you so since then Iwaizumi would always ask how you are. You met him once during a party Kuroo organized and the man looked big. Bigger than Kuroo but you love your rooster head too much so you don't care about any other man.

You walked into the bedroom to find kuroo in his sweats. He had tight wine red tshirt on with black sweats and you peeked to find iwaizumi wearing a black compression shirt. It was obvious he was an athletic trainer the way his body flexes at ecah move. But your eyes were fixated on your man. Or rather his grey sweats. Shit. The fabric was loose but the way he sat, you could see his dickprint. Shit. shit. shit. You didn't know what plagued over you—maybe lust, maybe desperation, but you carefully drop to your knees and crawl to him. He doesn't notice you, his eyes fixated on the calculations he was writing on the desk, that until your freshly manicured nails trace his dickprint and his eyes shoot to you.

"wh—"

"Shhh." you gesture putting your pointer on your lips. "don't want him to find out baby," you grinned. Kuroo pushed his chair a little forward dragging the wheels from his weight. If he wanted to, he would've excused himself, turning off the camera and tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want later. But the man has always fancied adventures.

When you start stroking his boner, he lets out a heavy sigh, audible enough to catch the attention of the man on the other side of the screen.

"Is everything alright?" Hajime's processed computer voice pulls Kuroo's attention back to the meeting.

"Y-yeah yeah. Dude, I just had a pretty tiring day," he replies.

"It's 12 pm, man."

"Ah, right. I meant morning—fuck." He wasn't someone to lose his composure so easily but the last fuck was something he needed to moan because now your mouth was wetting his dick, taking him inside.

"We could've just resched—uhm...Kuroo," Hajime's tone shifted. Drenched in curiosity, drenched in something dark. "I can see her head."

You stopped. You literally stopped while he was still inside your mouth. You expected Kuroo to make up an excuse. He always handles these thing easily, right? Only now this man decided to drag the chair a little backwards so the man on this laptop screen had a clear view, a clearer angle to see what was happening. You peer up at him with a dumbfound expression.

"Don't look at me like that, kitten. You're the one who wanted to play games while I am working." His fingers wallowed in your hair, pulling you further close to his inner thighs. "Don't you dare run now." And you didn't. You obeyed him like a pet wanting to impress his master.

"Aw shucks. Would you mind turning sideways, Kuroo? So I can see her take that dick in clearly."

"I wouldn't mind," he shifted you to the side, turning his chair. "Enjoy the Show."

You started bobbing your head up and down. Even though his hands were in your hair, he didn't force you down his cock. Atleast, not yet. Your tongue tasted a hint of sourness, probably his precum. As you moved, your eyes prompted to the corner to find Iwaizumi's cock full on display as he stroked it with his big hands. Your cheeks burnt up immediately. Tetsuro caught the change in your expression and his pupils were fixated on you. He didn't know you enjoyed this so much.

"Iwa-chan."

"Don't call me—ugh that," he spoke in between moans.

"Aw c'mon. Why not? Shit, baby no teeth. You've seen my cock so I guess we're pretty close now."

"I am more focused on her. Ngh—look at her. Now I know why you call ker a kitten. fucking hell. lapping her tongue and all'at" Iwaizumi's balls were tightening. He was getting closer and closer. You knew because his gruntsbstarted getting heavier and louder. You were a few meters away from the laptop but it felt like he was right their, groaning in your ears.

"ah! fuck. yeah. Keep going, kitten. I am close. He is too—gorgeous fucking girl. yeah. fuck fuck. shit. ah! ah!" Now was the time when his hands started pushing you further down his cock till your nose bumped in his crotch. "fuck yeah. yeah. yeah 'm close. ah ah ngh—" tetsu's hand held your held in one place, forcing his dick until all his seed spilled down your throat. he knows you alwayd swallow it like a good girl. and you did. Noticing you gulping down his cum, gave Iwa the sweet release he was chasing.

"NGHH! Holy fuck," hajime cursed. You looked at the screen to find thick white ropes spilled all over his knuckles. Some even managed to shoot up to his black compression.

"Hmm," Kuroo chuckled. "Wanna say something to him pretty? Go ahead." You bit your bottom lip, still gazing at his softened cock. It looked big even when it was soft.

"Wish I could taste your cum too, Hajime." And his dick sprung up again. He didn't expect you to call him by his first name let alone say nasty things like that. That innocent image of you in his head was gone.

"Haha. See? Isn't she so cute?" Kuroo petted your head. "Aw look. Our meeting time is almost up." Hajime looked a little disappointed but Tetsu knew better. "How about we reschedule...in person?" And the smile at the end of a sentence confirmed that he was not going to discuss anything even remotely related to volleyball in the next meeting.

[quirrrky]

KUROO—your husband, was happily washing the dishes and you're admiringly watching him with so much contentment in your heart.

Today’s his birthday, he changed a bit over the year. He looked more mature, yet as goofy as ever whistling while he rinsed the plate. Things seemed so mundane right now, but your heart was full. 

You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your cheek squished against the broad of his back and his scent filled you in comfort. His heart dropped several floors down feeling your warmth around him. If he wasn’t holding something, he’d immediately hug you back. 

Gone were the days when you both had extra time to celebrate outside. He had important things to do at work, and you had your fair share of tasks in the office too. Both of you were still even in your corporate clothes with him wearing the suit you gave him the last time. He ditched the coat off, leaving the gray vest on matched with the cute black cat on red tie, which was his favorite by the way. 

For tonight, you made arrangements at home, agreeing that he’d take care of setting up a little something in your dining room while you dialed in for a takeout to have his favorite food for delivery instead.  Now, he insisted to wash the dishes himself.

“I’m almost done,” Tetsu said, and you nuzzled closely against him, your embrace tightening. You clung to him like he's the most precious in this world, because he was...for this day, pfft. “You love me that much, huh?” he quipped, teasingly as usual.  

“I do,” you answered.  

It’s his birthday but it felt like you’re the one being blessed.  

A few years ago, you never thought that you’d have someone like him in your arms like this.  

For such a long time, the thought of being with someone was a faraway dream. There were countless nights when you’d cry yourself to sleep, wondering if there’s really someone for you out there. There were times when you wished you had a hand to grasp, arms that could wrap around you when you’re beat and tired. Someone who’d hold you close when you felt like giving up.  

You spent days gaslighting yourself with the thought that you might not end up happy in a relationship in the first place. All those times, you’re so close to giving up on love and finding it.  

Tetsurou turned around, facing you and enveloping you in his strong arms, he caressed your head and his eyes held so much love that you couldn’t explain. Everytime you looked at him you were reminded that dreams do come true.  

“Who would have thought that I’d have someone like you?” He said as if he was talking to himself.  

You smiled your tears away. You wanted to ask the heavens the same thing. Who would have thought that I’d have someone like him? 

Slowly, he started swaying you and you rested your head on his chest. There’s no music on, just the sound of his heart in your ear and the sound of your peaceful breathing harmonizing together in your empty apartment.  

It was so simple yet it’s everything you never thought you’d ask for. 

“Thank you...” you murmured.  

“For what?” he replied. 

“For being born.” For being in my life, for being one of the greatest wishes granted to me. There’s a lot you’d like to say but you kept it inside, avoiding being dramatic as it was his birthday after all. 

Tetsu sighed, “If any, I should be the most thankful,” he parted a little and lovingly caressed the top of your head. “Because I’m still alive and I still get to hold you close like this.” 

Kuroo didn’t have a solid idea of what love could be like. He didn’t even have a family that showed him how, but in your arms, he found the home his heart had been searching for all this time.  

He made many mistakes, broke many hearts and had his heart broken. Love existed only as a word for him until he met you and finally, he found someone who made that word something real, something he could finally believe in.  

He probed into your eyes, seeking even deeper into your soul. You tiptoed, face closing in on his. Whispering, he asked, “Would it be cheesy if I say that you’re the best gift of my life?” 

You chuckled and nodded your head in agreement. Silly, boy. Your silly boy.  

“I guess I’ll just kiss you then...” Your husband grinned and you both giggled like highschoolers. He nuzzled on your cheek, giving it a small kiss, which made you turn for him to capture your sweet lips.  

Tetsu had an arm around your waist and a hand cupping the back of your head, while you had your hands laced at his nape. He pulled your body close to his and dipped you back, kissing you deeply with such unbridled passion, intensity and love.  

Scooping you up, he carried you in bridal style and broke the kiss with a ridiculous question. 

“Can I unwrap my present now?” Birthday Boy asked with a cute pout. 

You were chuckling and playfully returned, “What present?” 

“The one in the pretty dress,” he replied with a mischievous grin. 

You laughed as he took you inside the bedroom and threw you in bed. Soon, a squeal and fits of laughter were heard from your room and you both wouldn't have it any other way.

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[forusomimiya]

I had a vision,

and it's Kuroo in his office, with his hand working hard on his cock again.

It's too late for this. Everyone in the office had gone home, but Kuroo was still there, reminding you what a slut you are for fantasizing about him fucking you while you were home alone. Your fingers running across your belly, hearing him losing his mind, struggling to keep quiet even though he knew no one was there. Just him having a normal ordinary call with you like all the other nights.

"I can see even without you by my side how beautiful you get when you moan like that" His voice wicked, lustful, enjoying what he hears on the other end of the phone, imagining you collapsing just listening to him. It only made you want more, more than he was making you feel right now that cold night from his office.

Sitting in that black office chair, suit pants stretching at the crotch, legs spread wide, and a few little tickling thrusts near his balls, making him breathe hard, widely with each pump. The hand which he was holding the phone with started to go cold, but he didn't care, your voice made him warm up and speed up for seconds.

“I know you’re as close as I am, doll… now I need y—hah.. I need ya completely surrendered to me, ‘kay?”

He could see you nodding, eyebrows drawn together as you heard him gasp, accompanying him with every breath, feeling so slowly as your ecstasy approached sooner than it should, that you had to warn him.

"Yeah baby, I feel it too. Listen" you could clearly hear his wet cock, causing you to have an unquenchable thirst to clean his leaks. “Now im gonna cum inside you and I want you being the good girl you are and hear you scream your fucking husband’s name, right?”

You shouted so loudly that you swore that even your neighbors would not forget Kuroo’s name for the next years.

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[chosovixen]

NSFW!!

kuroo fucks you in his suit!!

he doesn’t bother to fully undress, not with how his cock aches behind the zipper of his dress pants. he just pulls it out and pulls your panties to the side because it’s convenient. 

kuroo works a lot, and to relieve some tension, your pussy is the best remedy. barely making it through the front door, he’s already grabbing at your tits, fondling and squeezing them as you both stumble towards the bedroom.

you’re in a nightgown which makes it all the easier for him to gain access to what he really needs. his large hands trail up your thigh and rest on your clothed cunt, cupping it slightly as his middle finger rubs against your bud softly. 

quiet moans escape your lips, and he smirks against you, satisfied. with no time to waste, he’s pushing you onto the king-sized bed you share, pulling your panties to the side, and tucking them under your bum, so they don’t get in the way.

he fumbles with the buckle and zipper of his pants for a moment before he’s finally got it. kuroo then pulls his cock out and gives it a few pumps before positioning himself between your legs. you smile at his eagerness but spread your legs, so he doesn’t have to work for it. 

with ease, he slips in, stretching your cunt just a bit before he’s in full action, fucking you till you’re crying for him to stop.

[kairiscorner]

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atsumu miya.

he loves showing off to you.

he misses you dearly.

he never moved on from you.

your study partner.

he can't help it if you're the one he wants.

he can appreciate your beauty.

fake dating him isn't easy.

he wants to be yours.

osamu miya.

he finds so much comfort in you.

your loving husband.

he's always here for you.

he's sorry.

you could never guess who it is he likes.

all he needs is your tender love and care.

kotaro bokuto.

he adores you so much.

keiji akaashi.

he loves you more than words can describe.

kenma kozume.

you brought him out of his shell.

tetsurou kuroo.

he adores you so much.

he goes crazy for you.

he's your friend with benefits.

tobio kageyama.

he needs all the help he can get.

sakusa kiyoomi.

he does care for his childhood friend, just a bit.

[devilstruly]

| ROUNDTRIP

《 kuroo tetsuro × gn! reader

《 trip to tokyo and running into kuroo on day 1

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The low rumbling of the bus and the murmur from the rest of the passengers woke you up from your slumber. You rubbed your eyes while looking outside the window, completely in awe of the scenery.

'Is that the Skytree?! It's huge!'

'Wow!'

'Look over there!'

The people next to you were full of curiosity as they leaned against the windows as much as they could. You conversed with your classmates around you until the tour guide's voice was heard from the speakers, announcing that you'll be arriving at the hotel in five minutes.

You were visiting Tokyo with your class for the weekend. It wasn't a scheduled school trip, it was a trip initiated by your teacher who wanted to do something nice for the class. She figured it would be best to go during the prolonged weekend, and everyone was ecstatic to spend the three days in the capital of Japan.

The agency you were traveling with accommodated you and your class with a four star hotel, close to the city center and right next to the sports arena. The plan for today was to get settled in your rooms and then go out later the same evening. Almost everyone spent the day in their rooms, napping or unpacking their things before heading down to the reception to meet the rest of the group.

The lights shined above all of you as you headed towards the center and admired the beautiful city while doing so. Everyone was taking pictures and talking, a few were trying to navigate the google map to find a place to go.

In the end it worked out, the lot of you heading back to the hotel after a meal. You were admiring the city and it's architecture, the people, the streets, everything. You disregarded your friends' voices in the background, traveling to your own world until you were pulled out of it.

'Who's up for some ramen? My treat ~'

A group of guys not too far from you cheered in unison, deciding on what type of ramen they should get. Subconsciously, you turned your head towards the noise, spotting the familiar flashes of red.

You told your teacher you're just going to say hi to some of your friends, and that they don't have to wait up for you. Quickening your pace with a fond smile, you approached the group from the back.

'Boo!'

The boys shrieked and turned around to face you, making you laugh loudly.

'That was rude!'

'Yeah I got so scared!'

'Well well well ~ Who do we have here'

Kuroo stepped in front of you, with a smirk that mirrored your smile.

'Hello Mr. scheming captain ~'

He pulled you in for a hug, making your heart rate pick up when he pressed you against his chest.

'What brings you to the city chibi-chan?'

'I would say you but that's corny so I'll just go with school trip'

You grinned, satisfied with the fact that you managed a sentence in front of him after that stunt he pulled.

'Could've just said that'

Not sure why he grumbled under his breath, you brushed it off and addressed the rest of the team.

'What are you guys doing out here so late?'

'We just finished the qualifiers for Nationals'

Yaku stated proudly and pointed to the arena behind him.

'Really?! Did you win?!'

'Tch. Of course we won. I am the captain after all ~'

You flicked Kuroo's forehead as a reminder not to be smug, especially when he was buying dinner.

'Ow!'

Now it was your turn to be grin at him when he pouted, but that same pout was surely testing you.

He didn't waste a second after, regaining his composure and inviting you to dinner with them. Unfortunately, you had to decline, telling the story of how you and your friends just ate after barely managing to find a decent restaurant.

Kuroo couldn't contain his laughter, making you deadpan at him and causing Kai to scold him as well.

'Tourists'

He barely dodged your hit, now laughing even more. You huffed at his antics, pretending to walk away and saying goodbye to the rest of the team. However, Kuroo's hand on your wrist stopped you immediately, your eyes darting to his in confusion.

'How long are you staying?'

'We leave on Sunday afternoon'

His thumb gently rubbed circles over your skin making your breath hitch after your response. You were starting to get dizzy from him alone. He always had this effect on you and you never knew how to deal with it. Yet, there was a small part of you hoping he felt the same way.

'Is there a chance I could maybe...get to see you? Just the two of us?'

Your heart was beating dangerously fast at this point. Kuroo wanted to see you? Alone? Like a date? Did he really say that? In front of his whole team?

'I- uh- um- well we- we have some free time during the day so maybe then? If my teacher's okay with it. Wait but what about your practice? I don't want to intrude on your plans or anything or-'

'Hey hey. We have the weekend off since we just qualified. And no you're not intruding. I'll text you okay?'

He smiled, that blinding smile of his, before pressing his lips to your knuckle and leaving you in a bashful state in the middle of Tokyo.

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《 a/n: yahoo ~ i hope you guys liked this! i was thinking of maybe writing a part 2 if this works but idk we'll see