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minarixx · 10 months

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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚."

PAIRING. Best Friend'sDad!Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Sexual Content, Age Gap, Adultery, Degradation, Pet Names, Sub!Reader, Dom!Kuroo, Vaginal Intercourse, Spanking

The hidden struggles and desires lurking behind the façade of Kuroo Tetsurou's seemingly picture-perfect suburban family. An ordinary man who, in the midst of a midlife crisis, becomes infatuated with his daughter's friends, Y/N L/N.

WC. 4.2k

A/N. Proof-read like half and hoped for the best. Ts too long not reading allat

WARNING. Minors DNI

Inspired by American Beauty (1999)

𝓣he mid-morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden glow on the bedroom walls. Another day in the monotonous cycle of Kuroo’s existence begins. Pulling away from the blissful embrace of sleep, he fumbles to silence the alarm clock, its persistent beeping an unwelcome reminder of the unremarkable hours that lie ahead.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror,he saw a stranger. Deep lines etched themselves deeper into his face, a testament to the weight of a life half-lived.He wondered where the spark of vitality and adventure that once defined him went, as he forced a smile that felt foreign on his weary lips.

Downstairs, the illusion of domestic tranquility is maintained. Akira, his wife, moved through the kitchen with an air of calculated efficiency. Every gesture, every word, a well-rehearsed performance. Beneath her composed facade, was the growing chasm that separated them, a canyon of unspoken grievances and unfulfilled desires.

Nana, his daughter, slouches at the breakfast table, lost in the world behind her headphones. Her sullen gaze hints at the disconnection that has settled between them, a silent reminder of the fragments of intimacy that have slipped away unnoticed. He ached for the days when laughter echoed through these walls, when a genuine connection was forged in the simple moments they shared.

The room was shrouded in an eerie silence as the family sat around the dining table. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed through the room, accompanied only by the occasional rustle of napkins. Each family member seemed lost in their own thoughts, their faces masked with a disinterested expression.

Nana, a quiet and reserved teenager, took a deep breath and broke the monotony. She glanced at her parents, Kuroo and Akira, who were engrossed in their own world, their eyes fixed on their untouched meals. Her voice barely above a whisper, she quietly shared, "I have a cheer performance tonight."

Akira and Kuroo exchanged a brief, absent-minded glance before shifting their gaze back to their plates. Their lack of response was disheartening but not unexpected.

“We’ll be sure to come dear, what time is it?” Akira replied. “6pm mother.” Nana responded, not looking enthusiastic about it.

Without uttering another word, they continued their silent meal, the sound of chewing filling the void that enveloped the room.

When 6pm rolled in, Akira and Kuroo drove to their daughters' cheer performance in silence as usual, no music, just the sounds of the bustling streets of Tokyo.

Tetsurou Kuroo, a man adrift in the desolate sea of middle-aged mediocrity, found himself drawn to the vibrant chaos of his daughter Nana’s high school cheerleading performance. As he sat in the bleachers, surrounded by enthusiastic parents and the deafening cheers of the crowd, a peculiar restlessness stirred within his soul.

His eyes scanned the sea of young faces, each filled with anticipation and hope. And then, like a siren's call, his gaze fell upon you. You, a vision of youthful allure and confidence, stood at the forefront of the cheerleading squad. Your (h/c) hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a face adorned with delicate features that seemed to radiate an intoxicating beauty. You radiated a youthful energy, an untamed spirit that danced in your eyes. Laughter, like cascading melodies, echoes through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time slows as your gazes meet.

In that instant, time seemed to slow down, the constraints of his ordinary existence fade away, and the dormant embers of desire ignite within him. The world around Kuroo blurred into the background, as if a spotlight had illuminated you, isolating you from the rest of the universe. Your smile, a seductive curve of lips, pierced through his complacency and ignited a dormant flame within him.

Kuroo's thoughts swirled with a mix of admiration and desire. He couldn't help but be captivated by your aura of self-assuredness, the way you moved with a grace that defied your tender age. You symbolized everything he had lost touch with—youth, vitality, and the intoxicating allure of unbridled passion.

As he watched you perform, Kuroo's mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. A part of him yearned for the forbidden, to embrace the vibrancy of youth and indulge in the forbidden fruit of desire. Yet another part recoiled in guilt, acutely aware of the consequences and the moral boundaries he risked crossing.

But beneath the surface of his infatuation, a deeper realization began to take hold. He understood that you, with your superficial allure, was merely a vessel for his own misplaced longings. You represented a nostalgia for the freedom and excitement of his own youth, a time when possibilities seemed limitless and life was an open road.

Kuroo's thoughts ventured into the depths of self-reflection. He questioned the choices that had led him to this point—the compromises, the sacrifices, and the loss of his own identity. Your ethereal beauty became a symbol of the life he had forsaken, a reminder of the person he had once been and longed to reclaim.

But as the cheerleading routine came to an end and you disappeared into the bustling crowd, reality settled in. Kuroo recognized the ephemeral nature of his infatuation. You were but a mirage, a fleeting embodiment of his own disillusionment. The true path to fulfillment in rediscovering the beauty himself.

And so, as the applause faded and the cheerleaders retreated from the spotlight so did Kuroo's fantasy.

Kuroo rose from the bleachers and got ready to congratulate his daughter. As they were in the hallways picking up their daughter, his eyes lit up when he saw you holding bouquet from your parents. Your smile shined brighter than any other. It was like those cartoons of a man smelling food and floating towards it, however to him, it was as if he hadn't ate for years.

Kuroo later found himself standing at the window of his dimly lit study, gazing out at the world beyond. His eyes, once dulled by routine, now seemed alive with a glimmer of hope. A gentle breeze danced through the curtains, rustling the papers on his desk. Lost in his thoughts, Kuroo pondered the emptiness that had consumed his life. The monotony of his job, the strained relationships with his wife and daughter, and the relentless pursuit of societal expectations had left him feeling like a hollow shell. A desperate longing for something more whispered within his soul, a plea for salvation from the mundane.

And then, as if in response to his silent prayer, he saw her. A figure, ethereal and captivating, emerged from the shadows. The evening light caressed your porcelain skin, and your flowing white dress seemed to float around you like a cloud. Your hair, cascading in waves like the milky way, framed a face that radiated a beauty so rare and otherworldly, it took Kuroo's breath away.

At that moment, time stood still. Kuroo’s heart, burdened by years of disillusionment, skipped a beat. It was as if an angel had descended from the heavens, gracing his world with her divine presence. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, as though caught in a mesmerizing spell.

As his gaze locked with yours, Kuroo’s mind was flooded with a torrent of emotions. A sense of longing and desire, but also a profound sense of understanding. In her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own hidden dreams and forgotten aspirations. It was a connection beyond words, a silent conversation that reached deep into his soul.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kuroo felt truly alive. The weight of societal expectations and the shackles of conformity melted away, replaced by a surge of newfound liberation. In this mystical encounter, he glimpsed the possibility of breaking free from the chains that bound him.

His thoughts swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. He yearned to abandon the trappings of his past life, to embrace the beauty and wonder that beckoned him. The angel became a symbol of his redemption, a guiding light in the darkness of his existence.

When morning came he was back to his mundane life routine, it was all just a dream. The morning sun painted gentle streaks of golden light across the kitchen as Kuroo sat down at the breakfast table, his mind still grappling with the lingering thoughts from the previous day's encounter at the high school cheerleading performance. He had been captivated by the enigmatic allure of you, yet a part of him recognized the illusory nature of his infatuation.

"I'll be working the night shift today.." Akira spoke, her back turned to Kuroo as she lightly spread avocado on her toast. Kuroo didn't reply.

As he reached for a slice of toast, his daughter Nana entered the room, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. She took a seat opposite Kuroo, her youthful energy providing a stark contrast to his own disillusionment.

"Dad," Nana began, "My friend Y/N from cheer is coming over."

“Who is Y/N? I mean, I know she's your friend, but what's she like?"

"Oh, Dad, you have no idea. Y/N is the epitome of beauty. She's confident, charismatic, and has this aura that draws people in. She's got this wild, rebellious spirit that's so different from anyone else I know."

Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed, a mix of intrigue and caution flickering in his eyes. "Sounds like quite a character. But what's her story? I mean, besides being your friend and all."

Nana replied. "Well, she's got this reputation, you know? The boys at school go crazy over her. She's always surrounded by attention, but she's smart too. She knows how to use her charm to get what she wants."

Kuroo’s mind raced, caught between the allure of your magnetic presence and the nagging voice of reason that warned against crossing forbidden boundaries. "Nana, I hope you understand that there's a lot more to a person than just their outward appearance or reputation. It's important to look beyond the surface and value the qualities that truly matter."

Nana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I get it, Dad. But sometimes, you just can't help being drawn to someone, you know? Y/N has this energy, this confidence that's hard to ignore. I guess that's why she has such an effect on people."

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts immediately transported back to the image of you on the cheerleading squad, your vibrant beauty captivating him like a moth drawn to a flame. He struggled to maintain composure, to hide the flicker of desire that threatened to ignite within him.

"Y/N, huh?" Kuroo replied, feigning casual interest as he tried to quell the rising tide of emotions. "That's nice, Nana. You two have fun."

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows as you arrived at the Kuroo residence, your presence like a gust of wind that stirred the stagnant air. Kuroo watched from the corner of the room, a mix of curiosity and trepidation coursing through his veins.

You, exuding an air of confidence and allure, walked into the house with a sway in her hips and a smile that could melt hearts. Your eyes locked onto Kuroo, a knowing glimmer dancing within them. The room seemed to come alive, charged with an electrifying energy that crackled between them.

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat as you approached him, voice dripping with seductive charm. "Hi, Mr. Kuroo. It's so nice to see you again. Nana has told me so much about you."

Kuroo’s pulse quickened, his mind racing to find the right words. "Likewise, Y/N. Nana speaks highly of you. I hope you two have a good time hanging out. She's upstairs showering right now"

You leaned in closer, breath caressing his ear like a whispered temptation. "Oh, we will, Mr. Kuroo. But I have to admit, there's something about you that's caught my attention. You're not like the other dads. You have this air of mystery and allure."

Kuroo’s throat tightened, the weight of desire and responsibility pulling him in opposite directions. He knew he should resist, that giving in to your advances would jeopardize everything he held dear. Yet, the allure of your gaze and the intoxicating chemistry between them threatened to unravel his resolve.

A subtle smile played on your lips as you continued, voice laced with an undercurrent of seduction. "You know, Mr. Kuroo, you have a way of making a girl feel alive. You've got this fire inside you, and I can't help but be drawn to it."

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the magnetic pull you exerted. His mind churned with conflicting thoughts and emotions, torn between the temptation that stood before him and the consequences he knew would follow.

Summoning his last ounce of willpower, Kuroo straightened his posture and met your gaze with a steely resolve. "Y/N, I appreciate your flattery, but I can't ignore the boundaries that exist. My focus is on being a responsible father and husband."

Your eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and defiance. You took a step back, your mask of confidence momentarily faltering. "I see. Well, maybe one day you'll realize that life is meant to be lived, to seize the passion and desire that comes our way. Until then, Mr. Kuroo, you'll just have to settle for fantasies."

Kuroo’s heart sank as he watched you retreat to go upstairs, your words echoing in the empty space between them. The temptation had been strong, but he knew deep down that pursuing this forbidden path would only lead to destruction. The dance of desire had been tantalizing, but the cost was too high to bear.

As you left the room, Kuroo was left with a mix of relief and a lingering ache. He had resisted the temptation that had danced before him, choosing instead to honor the commitment he had made to his family. It was a bittersweet victory, a reminder of the fragility of human desires and the strength it took to stay true to oneself.

The night settled over the Kuroo residence like a velvety curtain, casting a hushed stillness upon the house. Kuroo sat alone in his dimly lit study, bathed in the soft glow of his computer screen. The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard filled the room, a solitary symphony in the silent hours.

Lost in his work, Kuroo's mind danced between the lines of code, his thoughts consumed by the demands of his job. It was in this moment of focused concentration that he heard a faint rustle from the staircase, a delicate whisper amidst the silence.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his eyes meeting the form of you descending the stairs. Your presence, like an apparition, sent a shiver down Kuroo's spine. His initial surprise was quickly overshadowed by a rising tide of apprehension. The forbidden allure of the earlier encounter hung heavy in the air.

You approached him with a coy smile, your eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Couldn't sleep, Mr. Kuroo?"

Kuroo's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to find words. He glanced at the clock, the late hour a reminder of the boundaries that should have kept them apart. "Y/N, it's late. You should go back upstairs."

Your steps were purposeful and deliberate as she closed the distance between them. Your voice, a gentle melody, enveloped him. "I couldn't resist, Mr. Kuroo. There's something about you, something that draws me in. I feel a connection, an electricity that I can't ignore."

Kuroo's heart raced, his resolve waning in the face of your allure. The lines of his own moral code blurred as he wavered between succumbing to the forbidden desires and upholding the values he held dear.

There was a tiny voice in his head that said he should stop before things get too far to the point where you can't control anything. His desires and impulses finally snapped.

Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the voice that gives you jolts in your body. You clench your thighs at his voice and touch. The seductive act was sexy, he has to admit, sometimes the forbidden can be the most tempting.

“Are you finished tempting your friend’s father? Did you have fun? Or do you still wanna keep going’?” he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where he’s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chest

He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are. How much of a needy slut you’re being.

“I haven’t even got you on my cock yet, and you don’t know a damn thing already. Acting like you weren’t behaving like a whore during the whole time you were in my house.” The older man wasn’t wrong at all.

“How about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?” he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any second thoughts you had were ready to die like wilted flowers. “I know that cunt is begging to be filled.”

With his words, your walls clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.

Kuroo stood behind you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. “What happened to the girl who was so willing earlier?” He ridicules you.

“Please..I want this.” you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.

“Oh, now you wanna be my good girl? You’re lucky it's night, your best friend is sound asleep and my wife is at work, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours ‘till you’re crying,” Kuroo tells you, and you have a feeling he’ll do exactly that any given moment.

You whimper at the thought. Kuroo’s hands look heavy, veiny yet soothing, and he doesn’t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.

With the little daring personality you had left, you reached up on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Though you started it, he quickly took control. Biting, kissing, he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. A way no man has ever.

He claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to him, his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Now, it feels as though it’s more intimidating than you expected.

But it makes sense, a man of his size must be large all over. He moves into you, grinding against your body for a moment’s relief.

Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. “N-Need your cock, Mr. Kuroo. I need you in me. T-to feel you” you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Kuroo quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.

You’re bent over one of the countertops with the older man’s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesn’t quell the throbbing of your cunt. “So slutty… I’ll fuck you like the whore you are. Don’t worry,” he reassures you, flipping up your skirt.

Your nipples make contact with the marble of his work desk as you pull down the top of your dress. Kuroo lands a spank on your ass, making you let out a loud cry. “Shhh… You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We don’t wanna get caught, right?” he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.

He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. “That’s all for me?” Kuroo questions, pocketing the cloth.

Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. “Mhm, all for you, Kuroo! No one else,” your voice is more pathetic than it usually is. The confident facade was crushed by this man alone. “Good girl. Call me Tetsurou.” The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach.

“Y’know, I could stretch this pretty cunt out so easily. Gonna let me ruin your little fuckhole? How many little boys have already been in this cause it's clearly never been by a real man.”

Immediately, you agree, in fact you beg for it. “Mhm—please, Tetsurou? I need you to make me take it,” you tell Kuroo. The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him groan.

You can feel the heavy tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. “You better take all of this dick, sweetie.”

With that, he pushes in. The stretch is overbearing as Kuroo pushes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix.

Your hand fists together as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. Although all you could think about was him, his daughter aka your best friend was just upstairs. The sight of her finding out what her father was doing to her best friend felt wrong but made you even more turned on.

Moans leave your mouth continuously as Kuroo begins to thrusts, growing addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him. “Best pussy I’ve ever had... this can't just be a one time thing.” Insteading of replying all you could do was simply whine.

He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. “Good girl—such a good girl for me only. You’re takin’ it like a winner, sweetie,” Kuroo coos, but you’re speechless.

The sensations that send jolts through your body are ones you know you won’t be able to recreate with anyone else. Each thrust leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix.

Kuroo’s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear.

As he thrusts into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one you’ve heard many times. “Already fucked stupid? How cute. It’s okay, baby. It’s your fault for being a slut and tempting a married man.” Kuroo husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.

He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure.

Immediately, his large hand comes up to your face and clamps over your mouth, muffling your moans, whimpers, and whines.

“You dont wanna get caught now do you, princess?” he reminds you.

“Are you gonna come, baby?” Kuroo questions, noting your little reactions.

Your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. “Yeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,” he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts.

Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your friend’s dad, just like you’ve fantasised about. This whole scenario was straight from a porno. “That’s it, good girl Y/N. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,” he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.

After the shocks travelled through your body, your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Kuroo’s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Kuroo knows he won’t last as long as he wants to.

It’s not because he finishes quickly—it’s because you feel so damn good, and he can’t risk getting caught any longer.

Eventually, you ride out your release and Kuroo is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you, baby? Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.” The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you can’t.

Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You nod as best as you can and in return, Kuroo laughs of pride.

“That’s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was made for my cock, so you better not touch it without my permission,” he warns, and you nod your head. Kuroo pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. “Lemme hear it, baby. Tell me you’ll be his good girl from now on.”

“I– I’m your good girl W– Won’t be bad, promise,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But it’s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Kuroo’s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. He groans, “Good girl.”

Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older man’s sensitive tip. A few seconds later, Kuroo’s cock is coated in your release.

As you both catch your breath, you shamelessly move your hips. Kuroo curses from the feeling, he sets his left hand on your hip, the other one bracing against the edge of the desk.

“Still didn’t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?”

“Nope. But you love it. Don’t you. ?”

The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

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fandomaya · 9 months

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lunch hour moments

Pairing: Tetsurō Kuroo x fem!reader

CW: FLUFF!!! Food as a love language, established relationship, reader has hair long enough to use a scrunchie, reader can cook here, reader wears a dress, Kuroo is a lovable boyfriend (duh!), tad bit suggestive, reader is a university student, NOT PROOFREAD, unreliable writing

WC: 2.5K+ (I don't know how this happened)

If you had the slightest common sense then you should know that you shouldn’t hold the lunch bag too tightly because on close inspection it does seem your nails are about to break into the skin of your palms. But the remnant anxious thoughts at the back of your head are making you feel otherwise.

This also makes you wish the elevator was a little slow today. It's not because you are going to meet someone whom you don't like. On the contrary, it's someone that you really like. Well, it's actually your boyfriend, Tetsurō Kuroo. Well, recalling the name of your boyfriend always makes you realize the weight of his influence and presence in his workplace. Very few people can channel their passion for something in a stable direction, and well he has had his share of criticisms and obstacles. But he is still climbing the ladders of his professional journey in JVA.

One of the hardest things in the world is to not like Tetsurō, and sometimes you still cannot believe that you are dating a wonderful man like him. It's been less than a year since you have been an official couple, but it feels like a lifetime of knowing each other, given how you two just click like two magnets.

But leaving all that aside, there's a slightly anxious feeling bubbling in your chest because today happens to be the first time you are entering his workplace and also the first time you made a bento for him, and also the first time you are thinking of having lunch with him. A day of many firsts. But it's normal, right? You are the girlfriend you can definitely meet him at his work during lunch and can also make him a nutritious meal after all it's not like you make something inedible. He's still thriving after eating whatever you make.

Okay, maybe you can cook, but the anxious feelings are more so because you are 15 minutes early, and you don't know how you will be received if he knows you came. You try to think positively and at that time the elevator pings to make you aware that you have reached the destination floor. In a second, you focus on your look in the reflective doors, and you hope your floral dress with puffed sleeves, paired with kitten heels, isn’t too unsuitable. Well, you know Tetsurō likes the way you dress up, so that should calm you down a little.

Walking out of the elevator, you walk straight toward the secretary’s desk. Just by her side are the opaque doors that lead to your boyfriend’s workspace. Reaching her desk, she looks up and smiles at you, which you return with relief.

“Hello y/n. It has been so long since we last met in the company dinner. It is nice seeing you here. What’s the special occasion?”

“Um nothing much, I just thought of having lunch with Tetsurō since my classes got cancelled in the last moment so…”

“That’s really wonderful of you y/n. I am sure Mr. Kuroo would appreciate your efforts. But…” She peers into her desktop to check the agenda for today, making your face drop slightly, “... he is in a meeting right now. He will return soon since lunch hour is nearby. So you need to wait a little. You can take a seat at the couch, okay?”

Thanking her, you take a seat on the couch placed opposite her desk. Keeping the lunch bag beside you, you slide down your tote bag and start to distract yourself by scrolling on your phone so that these few minutes do not feel like hours. After some mindless scrolling, you check the time to be 10 minutes past the lunch hour started. Just when you were thinking that Tetsurō must have gone to eat lunch, and maybe it was all futile to come all the way and surprise him, then the elevator opens and Tetsurō walks out of it, carrying a folder with him.

Your eyes meet his, and he is visibly surprised for a fraction of a second that turns into the warmest of smiles, the genuineness of it all that makes you fall in love with him a little more.

“Darling, what are you doing here, and when did you come? Did I keep you waiting for a long time?”

Getting up and smoothening the creases of your dress, getting your tote bag, and picking up the lunch bag you wave it at him slightly, “Just thought of making some lunch and eating with you. Did I bother you much?”, you replied with an innocently teasing voice.

Kuroo simply chuckles and guides you to his work chamber by smoothly placing his hand on your lower back. These little gestures of Kuroo make you feel belonged in Kuroo’s life, and there is something so comforting when he mindlessly rubs little faint circles on your clothed skin with his fingers.

You observe his space is pretty grand and that gives you an idea of how much of a high position Kuroo holds in the JVA. Being the leading executive of the sports promotion division is worth applauding. Your gaze is fixed on the huge windows of this high rise that gives a picturesque view behind your boyfriend’s work throne.

He keeps the folder on the table, takes off his navy blue jacket, and walks across to hang it on the coat hanger. You love to see the way his slate gray shirt fits him so well that the muscles moving underneath the fabric are mesmerizing in their own accord, and his rolling up the sleeves up to his forearms is just a cherry on top. He swiftly moves back to his desk, sits down, and starts clearing the desk as much as he can. Like always, you are in a trance to see such little everyday actions of your boyfriend.

You take a seat across from him, take off your tote bag, and place the packed lunch on the desk. You start unpacking it while Kuroo is watching you now, the way your hands made lunch for him and the same hands are now unpacking it, to share a meal with him. Today definitely has to be one of the best working days in his life.

When you are done, you look at Kuroo leaning on his fist and being so intensely focused on his feline gaze on you that it almost makes you a bit nervous in case you messed up anything.

“Anything wrong Tetsu?”

“No, I was just wondering that you are a little too far away from me”

That made you chuckle because Tetsu did tend to think too seriously about some really casual stuff.

“I am in the same room as you Tetsu, how much closer do you want me?”

“They didn’t call me scheming captain for no reason. How about you come over and sit here?”, he swivels his chair a little and pats his thighs, inviting you on his lap, your personal throne.

“We are in your office! What if someone walks in?” you said with an obvious embarrassment that creeps up your neck. You know how straightforward your boyfriend is at times with the way he shows you love, including the different ways he teases you, which is by the way purely for him to watch your endearing reactions.

“Listen babe, no one will walk in before getting the permission from me, so you don’t worry your little head, alright?”

Begrudgingly, you push your chair backward to get up, shift the open boxes towards his side, then plop on his lap, crossing your arms and not looking at him.

Tetsurō just wraps his arms around your waist, to pull you closer and nuzzle his nose between the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You smell so sweet, so hypnotic, that it melts away all the knots in his overworked nerves.

“Aren’t we going to eat?”, you slightly turn around and tilt your head a bit, and Kuroo swears time stops when he looks into your mesmerizing eyes.

“Why don’t you feed me yourself, y/n ?” he says while perching his head on your shoulders

“What if someone walks in? That will be so embarrassing for you”

“What is embarrassing? My sweet girlfriend feeding me food made by her? Please y/n this is a pleasure, I would rather show off and feed off their awe and jealousy”

“Gosh, you are so evil, Tetsu!”

“Come on! I am just a man with the prettiest girl on my lap. I cannot help myself but feel a little giddy.”

You were just rolling your eyes, given how Kuroo sometimes really tries to flatter you with all the buttering. Separating the set of disposable chopsticks, you start picking up the food and feeding it to the man-child of a boyfriend. He savors the morsels contentedly, thinking of how considerate you are to prepare his favorite fish delicacy for lunch.

In between the bites, both of you take, there is a mundane conversation of how boring his meetings were, how your class got canceled suddenly, how a cute cat was napping on the pavement whose picture you took that brightened up Tetsurō’s mood at a boring meeting with the sponsors and even after the meal was over, you were still sitting on his lap, exchanging simple words with him almost quietly so that only you two can hear them as if such peaceful moments should be only unique between you and your lover.

In a moment of true quietness, you caress his hands, tracing the veins that outline his wrists and forearms. You don’t know what comes over you when you just take off the scrunchie on your hair. Kuroo is ever observant to see your little actions, the way the hair is set free, that frames your soft face, and the strands ever so gently land on the nape of your neck. You take the scrunchie and slide it across his wrist. You love how it looks on him, makes you feel he is yours.

Furthermore, you smile to yourself, while rubbing your fingers over the scrunchie wrapped around his wrist and say, “I have seen some guys wearing the scrunchies of their girlfriends on campus. I thought it was cute, so I thought of trying it on you.” You pick up his hand to gently rub your cheeks on his palm. Kuroo just looks at you fondly at how these little things make you happy and makes him appreciate these little moments too.

Shaking your head and thinking how stupid it all is, you proceed to take off the scrunchie from his wrist. That’s when he retreats his hand, and whispers in your ear, “why are you taking it off? Don’t you like it on me?” Getting all flustered, you just shake your head and quietly mumble, “I loved the way it was on your wrist, but you are in your office, and it doesn’t look professional I guess…”

Kuroo listens to you intently, which makes him rub those same comforting circles on your back, with his other hand, the one that has the scrunchie on, he gently shifts your face towards him, tilts it a bit to make you look at him. He is so gentle with the way he looks at you, the way he caresses you, the way he rubs his knuckles on the apples of your cheek and gives you the reassurance on how you don’t need to think about professional stuff because that’s his job. He also reassures you that being your boyfriend, you have all the right to be openly affectionate in your own ways and not need to overthink so much.

You are not unfamiliar with such reassurances, but sometimes you are intimidated by how powerfully determined Kuroo is in this relationship. You are grateful to have a serious boyfriend who is perfect in ways more than a person could imagine, but it takes time to impression these ideals on yourself. Likewise, you just end up shifting your focus from his caresses to laying your head on his shoulder, while he holds you.

“I think I should leave now…” you say while rubbing mindless patterns on his linen shirt.

“Yeah, I will leave with you as well”

Your head shoots up instantly while grabbing his shoulders, “Wait, really? Don’t you have work to do? Or wait, I think you are thinking of just dropping me to the train station, right? I am so sorry for misunderstanding…”

Kuroo clicks his tongue in faux disappointment, “Kitten, it has been a really hectic week, plus it’s Friday! So I think as the head of my department, I can grant myself an early break this once, don’t you think so?”

“This looks more like abuse of power to me…” you teasingly remarked while raising an eyebrow at him.

“Ah, anyway, I think I can twist a few commands in my favor so that I can spend a relaxing weekend with my girlfriend”

That makes a different kind of warmth bloom in your chest because doing nothing with Kuroo is way better than doing something all alone. Well, the smile that crawls up your face reflects him, and you caress his face for a while, before planting a quick kiss on the corner of his lips.

Hopping off his lap, you start packing up the empty boxes, and wrapping them in the lunch bag, while he gets some documents in his bag and unplugs his phone from the charger on the desk. You fix your hair a bit on the reflective windows, and focussing a bit, you like the light from the afternoon sun, that is soft today just like the moments shared between you and your lover.

The said lover, comes behind you, to wrap his arms around your shoulder, “come on, let’s leave. I bet the view in our bedroom is way better”, he whispered. Lightly slapping his arms, you scoff at his suggestive remarks. He simply smirks and places a kiss on your hairline. Slinging your respective bags on the opposite shoulders, so that you can hold his outstretched hand, the same hand that has your scrunchie on. You love the little gesture of him having his blazer on his arms, that is, he chose not to wear it to flaunt your scrunchie on his wrist.

Tetsurō loves how his hand fits perfectly in your hands. He loves this subtle sense of possession that he is yours, just like you are his. Holding your hands is akin to holding onto everything that keeps him together. Yes, everyone is looking at both of you holding hands and swinging the interlocked fingers slightly as if you two were teenage sweethearts. Well, maybe not teenage, but Tetsurō definitely knows you two are sweethearts for sure. Maybe a little too quick to admit openly, but Tetsurō subconsciously feels you are his soulmate too. Well, he can delve into that later. But right now, his focus is on the connected hands, your scrunchie on his wrist, the way sunlight makes your skin glow and the breeze plays with your hair, and lastly, most importantly, the way your happiness is overflowing, which makes you look at him with those mirroring happy eyes that crinkle at the corners.

A/N: If you reached this far, then phew, congratulations on managing to read this headache-inducing self-indulgent piece. Kuroo is always my #1, but it is surprising how I never wrote anything for him on this blog. Anyway, thank you for reading! Feedbacks and reblogs are much appreciated :) <3

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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I really like your writing, I just recently downloaded tumblr since I was looking for more yandere content and you’re one of the first authors I followed.

So for my ask can I get the scenario of the reader being a former fan of the yandere, like reader was borderline obsessed fan girl who always try to help the yandere by making his homework and projects but one day the yandere had enough of reader’s help and humiliated her in front of a crowd and destroyed her hardwork. The reader then moved away due to start anew. Whiel the reader is away the yandere at first was happy but he starts to miss reader more and more to the point that he would go to her old house to apologize and have her be his fan again, but his is shocked to find the reader has moved away. Maybe when yandere is now successful he finds reader again and expecting reader to be inlove with him again flirts with them only to find out that reader attended therapist sessions and is no longer interested in him and is quite embarrassed of their former self. How would the yanderes react to reader no longer being their number one fan?

Thanks for reading my ask, I hope it doesn’t bother you

I’m going to combine these two requests if that’s okay since they’re similar! I really like this idea, and you should never feel bad about long requests! Thank you also for following me, that means a lot to me! I feel very special to be one of the first!

Title: Humiliate

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, name calling, death threats (not from Kuroo)

Summary: After an act of cruelty, Kuroo’s number one fan has a change of heart.

Part 2: here

humiliate

/verb/

make (someone) feel ashamed and foolish by injuring their dignity and self-respect, especially publicly:

It’s not until the team is leaving that you manage to catch up to them, a white box clutched closely to the red number 1 jersey you’re wearing. Your eyes are shining brightly as you gush over the team’s captain.

“Kuroo! You were amazing! That last play was spectacular! I’m so glad you guys won, you deserve it!”

Kuroo’s heard it all a million times, not least of all from you. You managed to show up at every game, every event. He knew you mainly by your face, he’s not sure if he ever got your name. Your excitement and fangirlish behavior always managed to overwhelm him.

“It’s a little late, but…” you thrust the white box forward, into Kuroo’s chest. He fumbles it a little, shocked by the sudden assault. The top of the box is clear, showing a vanilla cake with frosting spelling out “Happy Birthday Kuroo!”

Now that’s just creepy. He’s never had a fan as diehard as you, and it makes him uncomfortable. He’s not even sure what to say.

A crowd has gathered by now, mainly of fans from inside the stadium, and it just serves to put more pressure on him as they whisper things about you and him. “Are they dating?” “Isn’t that weird?” “Isn’t that cute?” “Who does that?”

The other fangirls look on with jealousy and disgust, and he can’t help but feel even more overwhelmed by their presence as well. Everything was coming to a halt.

You remained smiling blissfully, unaware that Kuroo was getting sick of all your attention. You’d been at this for so long that this was the last straw to break the camel’s back.

You’ve always disturbed him with your intensity and obsessive behavior. You were practically everywhere he went and always trying to strike up a conversation, even when he clearly wasn’t interested. You’d tried to apply for the team manager position when it was open and then even the social media manager position. You were always decked out in merch and often seen carrying a Kuroo plush.

Kuroo let the cake fall from his hands. It seemed to move in slow motion until it hit the ground with a satisfying sound, causing a smile to tug at his lips. The crowd was silent, you were finally silent, frozen in shock and horror, trying to convince yourself it had been an accident.

“You’re a freak,” he spits out, “You’re always following us around and stalking us on social media and in person. It’s so creepy, you’re lucky you haven’t been arrested for harassment. Just leave me alone- everyone would be happier if you left and never came back.”

The first tear slipped from your eye and more followed quickly after. He watched as you crumbled into a mess of heartbroken sobs and desperate glances, as though you still thought he might comfort you in this moment of despair.

The group of fangirls began to laugh, their voices high-pitched and cruel. The team and several people in the crowd began to as well, and Kuroo couldn’t help but join him. This just seemed to break you more, as you blankly let a couple of sympathetic people in the crown pull you away.

You don’t stay to hear anything else. In a moment, you’re running away, so fast you’re nearly tripping over your own feet. Fleeing the scene Kuroo had created.

You wiped away more tears as you deactivated your last social media account. It was the best choice, after all those fans had sent you horrible messages and even doxxed you. You could barely stand to think about some of those messages.

“Kill yourself” “How pathetic” “Just die”...

You shuddered and turned off your phone. You’d have to change your number as well. At least no one had showed up at your house. What cowards… of course people were more content to sit behind a screen and say awful things instead of actually showing up in person to do anything.

Shrugging your shoulders a little, you turned back to the TV, where your new favorite show was playing. You had been to a therapist several times since the incident and your mood was improving greatly. She had suggested you put the energy you’d once put in Kuroo and his team into something new, like a hobby or something fictional.

This show was definitely more interesting to watch than volleyball, if you were being honest. And it felt safer to obsess over book characters than real people. At least they couldn’t hurt you like Kuroo did.

Kuroo, on the other hand, had begun to suffer from your disappearance. You no longer showed up to games, and he assumed you must be watching him from your TV. He couldn’t blame you for not showing up in person, but he swore he could hear your cheering voice missing from the crowd.

It was lonely, to be surrounded by thousands of people, but missing just one voice you wished to hear.

However, he didn’t realize that’s what he was missing until he asked the team what happened to their weekly treats. When one of his teammates said that you had sent them in every week, without fail, he felt like he’d been stabbed right through the heart. You did that for all of them? How didn’t he realize that?

He tried to keep it bottled up, tried not to be bothered by not seeing your face in the crowd anymore. But it was getting to him, even affecting his performance in every game.

He found himself searching for your social media, so he could apologize and let you know it was safe to come back to his games or whatever it was you needed to hear. He wasn’t sure what your name was, but managed to find a video of what he’d done to you and saw a user tagged in the text above. The name sounded right, so he clicked on it.

Deleted account.

Kuroo’s heart sunk in his chest. Somehow, he knew this was you. Searching your name in other social media apps gave him no results- apparently you’d deleted all of your accounts.

Swallowing back his guilt, he searched for something a little less innocent than your name. It was quick to find once he knew what he was looking for. One of his fans had, after all, doxxed you.

He headed out for your house immediately. He’d just talk to you, clear things up, and everything would be fine!

He pulled into your driveway and his heart leapt in his chest when he saw you bringing mail inside. He practically fell out of his car, calling your name to get you to stop and turn around.

You did just that, looking at him with an expression like you were seeing a ghost. All the color had drained from your face and your lips parted in fear.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I really am. I shouldn’t have said those things.”

Why didn’t you act happy to see him? Shouldn’t you be throwing yourself all over him with relief that he cared?

You had made your way to the door and were starting to fumble with your keys. You’d apparently just gotten home when you stopped to grab your mail. Lucky him.

“Please accept my apology! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please just come back to my games…” Kuroo felt like he was being slowly choked, tears stinging his eyes in desperation. He couldn’t understand why you weren’t acting like yourself.

“I accept your apology.” You responded, but before he could sigh in relief, you continued. “But just because I accept your apology doesn’t mean I’m going back. I’ve grown up, I’m over you and your team and just volleyball in general.”

Kuroo remained frozen in place. You were… over him? How could you change so much so quickly? Had he really hurt you that badly? It had only been a couple of months… how could you leave him? How dare you leave him?

As you went back to fumbling with your keys, Kuroo advanced on you like a lion on its prey. If you weren’t going to obsess over him, fine. Then the roles were switched.

He’d change your mind, no matter what it took.

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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years

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people from my high school are getting married and i run a fucking haikyuu blog

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the-masked-ram · 7 months

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Don't Come Morning- Kuroo x Chubby!Fem Reader

This was inspire by the song Stay by Sara Bareilles CW: NSFW, Chubby fem reader, semi public sex, teasing, crying (not sexy), angst, planned break up, happy ending, premature ejaculation (kind of), nickname 'kitten' ----

Your hands hadn’t left each other’s since the night started. Tetsurou’s fingers were woven between yours a little too tightly, gripping harder each time he smiled at someone or laughed. While the party wore on his smile got a little thinner, eyes a little more tired, and laugh a little more out of control. He was forcing himself, trying not to think about the morning, trying to stay in the moment. Once the dawn broke and the light crept across your skin, he would be gone. You’d wake to an empty bed for the first time in three years, and he’d be on a plane half across the world. You would be left with nothing more than the scent of sandalwood and mango on his pillows. A smell that would slowly fade, just like you feared your memories would of him. He avoided looking at you, instead reminding himself of your presence with touches against your voluptuous sides and gentle kisses against your temple. His hand didn’t drop yours, even if that meant dragging you across the room or slowing down his strides. You weren’t sure who was hurting more from this separation, you or him.

It was something the two of you had agreed upon long before getting into this relationship, though. It was already known when he’d asked you out that he’d be leaving for America at the end of his college graduation. He’d been scouted by an amazing company. You couldn’t imagine him turning it down for something as silly as love, someone as miniscule as you. Though you knew it’d hurt in the beginning, you’d liked him at the time, you’d convinced yourself that with the knowledge he would leave in the end, you wouldn’t be able to fall in love with him. Your heart obviously hadn’t gotten the message and now you were hurting so much more than you expected. Your tongue felt so heavy, and your throat was closing up. It was so hard not to pull him away and throw yourself at his feet to convince him to stay. To say over and over why it would be worth his while, what you could do to make him want to remain with you. But that wasn’t fair, that wasn’t what this relationship was. It wasn’t the deal you two had agreed upon, and besides, how could you be better than his dream job? You smiled sardonically at the thought. “Let’s go,” he whispered, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your ear and lips dragging a slow kiss along your lobe. “We’ve been here long enough. We’ve got better things to do now.” You could tell what he meant as his hands found purchase on the curve of your hips and his voice dropped to an octave that caused shivers to roll down your spine. You nodded, making some sort of sound you hoped was in agreement and not a visceral moan. His breath cracked on a soft growl, something only you would hear, and you felt his fingers dig into the thickness of your flesh.

He dragged you away with those firm hands, smiling more and nodding falsely cheery goodbyes. You could see between the crevices in his hazel eyes, see the storm raging beyond the horizon. He finally broke once the two of you slid into the privacy of the elevator, his hands changing from roaming too greedy. Touches changing from light brushes to aggressive grabbing. His lips crashed against yours, his teeth dug into the plush skin, coaxing you to open your mouth on a gasp. It was needy, hungry, frantic, like he wanted to taste every part of you before he was forced to leave. Like the fact this was your last time together was pushing him to mark things against your skin, words he could never say but at least could show you in teeth imprints and swollen lips. He stole your breath, fed you his, made you completely reliant on him. Tears rolled down your face, hot and acidic, but you swallowed the hiccupping sobs that tried to push their way up. Instead kissing him back just as hard, your hands winding their way into the lapels of his coat and pulling him impossibly closer. You wanted to feel everything, every part of him down to his soul, down to the beat of his heart. You wanted to remember every second, every taste, every sound, and every sight of tonight so you could replay it over and over for years while your heart mended. Perhaps you could learn to live without Kuroo… but the thought of it alone sent more tears to the floor and made the sobs finally break free.

Tetsurou kissed you harder, swallowing your cries of despair, he pulled away to kissed at the saline staining your face. The smile he gifted you with was pained and so broken you swore he was about to shatter any moment. “Tetsu,” you breathed, pulling him back. The kiss turned slower, like he was sipping the taste of you from your lips. Slowly licking back in and across the top of your tongue. Pulling back just enough to shush you quietly when you whined, wrapping your thigh around his leg to grind against his jeans. “We’re about to hit the ground floor, kitten,” he whispered, voice strained. He pulled back from your clinging hands and your needy mouth. His fingers once again found yours, weaving tightly around them to hold you close and bring your hand to his lips so he could press them across the back of your wrist softly. He breathed in the soft scent clinging to your skin and smiled a true smile down at you, something that told nothing of the future and was only about the present. He smiled because all he saw was you and all he cared about was leading you from the elevator into the crisp night air.

You waited in silence on the curb for him to flag down a taxi. Instead of speaking, you soaked yourself in the warmth of his touch, the linger taste of his lips, and the duality of his scent. The raucous noise of too many cars and pedestrians surrounded you. The two of you had walked this neighborhood often, caught up in each other and the coffee in your hands. This place held the invisible imprints of your soles and silent echoes of your voices. You had once been happily blind to this coming future. Willfully ignorant even though you knew what was coming, it had been so easy to ignore it. You basked in the present just as much as you basked in the past. You did anything to avoid thoughts of the future barreling around the corner as the taxi pulled up and Tetsurou opened the door for you. Kuroo was quick to pull you onto his lap as soon as he was in the back. His fingers dragging along the strip of skin exposed by the slit in your dress. Your thigh jumped under his explorative touch, and he chuckled against your shoulder.

He rattled off the address to the taxi driver before turning to you and whispering in your ear, “Keep those full lips closed, kitten. Those sweet moans are only for me to hear. But I can’t wait anymore.” He hissed as you wiggled against him while his fingers dipped under your dress, brushing along the lace of your panties and encouraging your thick thighs to part a little more. His hazel eyes narrowed, a playful glint in them even with the darkened storm clouds waiting at the edges. Neither of you mentioned it, neither of you spoke about the fact he’d be gone, instead his fingers teased more slick from your needy pussy. He traced your puffy lips with lazy touches and smirked wider each time your body jumped to follow his retreating movements.

You muffled a whine by biting into the flesh of your lower lip. His brow pinched and you could practically see his pupils widen in the flashing lights from outside. “What did I tell you about staying quiet?” he teased, pressing bittersweet kisses with just a bit too much teeth, against your cleavage. “C-can’t help it, Tetsu,” you whimpered, hips jerking violently as he finally pressed the pad of his finger against your throbbing clit. He stared at your thoughtfully before his steadying hand left your hip and instead curled around the back of your neck, “Then I’ll help you.”

When his lips met yours, it was electric, your body arcing toward every place where his skin met yours in a hope to make the pressure continue and increase. Tetsurou wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t bring you to the edge in the back of a cab, but lord did he love to tease. He had no issue swallowing your moans as he crushed his lips against yours and his fingers worked you slowly back and forth along the line of too much stimulation and not enough. It was hard to breathe, even though you stole as much air from Kuroo as you provided. But your lungs were working overtime and failing you, the air felt sticky, and your arousal coated his pants, your underwear, parts of your dress, his fingers, your thighs, it was just everywhere. It was disgustingly sinful, it made you feel filthy in the best way. You wanted to wallow in the embarrassment flooding through your bones as it twisted your walls tighter. Before the taxi arrived at your stop, his hands had stopped their dance along your folds. You weren’t sure if you even noticed when it happened, but suddenly he was kissing you like he had in the elevator. With tongue and teeth and so much unexpressed emotion tumbling through silent actions. You felt like he was feeding on every sound that he caught from your mouth.

This was what it was like to be kissed by someone you loved, who also loved you back. It just… it was never meant to be this painful. It was never meant to feel like you were having your heart shredded and throat crushed. He was stealing pieces from you in that moment. Pieces you would never get back. Pieces you willingly gave long ago and knew once this happened you would be left with less. You would forever be changed by tomorrow. He drew you back to the present by pulling away from your kiss swollen lips and shushing your whimpers of misery and confusion with fingers sliding between yours again. He gave a wad of cash to the taxi driver and mumbled an apology that the man never acknowledged. Once you were in the cold air again you glanced up at the building that housed your apartment. You realized you would probably have to move from here, since everything would hold too many memories of Kuroo Tetsurou and the perfect love that was never meant to be. Kuroo was too lost to the now and once again brought you back, dragging you behind him with urgent pulls of his hand and a look in his eye that you knew but you had never seen so enflamed. He moved you through the lobby into the elevator, not once slowing, his eagerness and desperation finally bared to the light. You were lucky to be the only ones in the elevator, because you weren’t sure how long you could keep your hands from touching him, or his from touching you. The width of his fingers engulfed your plush sides, roved up to cup the edges of your breasts and thumb along the front teasingly, before he finally settled at the smoothness of your jaw. He tilted your head to meet your sparkling gaze and his mouth found yours again. A careful game of advance and retreat was happening, his tongue licking broad stripes along your palate to tickling lightly back along your teeth. He pulled back, watched the way your pupils gaped for him and how your lips were both a mixture of moist and raw from too much aggression too quickly. One hand trailed to the back of your skull, tracing the hairs at your nape so lightly that it sent tingles racing up your scalp and down your spine. His other fingers came to curl around the fragile skin of your trachea, feeling your pulse flutter excitedly under his touch. He made your heart race like this, he did this. He looked at you and saw love and adoration looking back. For once, in the entire time of this relationship Kuroo truly questioned whether he could give you up. It was so real now. With tomorrow looming over him and even with his frantic need to bury himself in you so he could stay stuck in the present, he knew these last few precious hours was all he had left. And with that unescapable knowledge burning in his blood, he wondered if losing you was worth the opportunities waiting for him in America.

There would always be opportunities but… there was only one you. With that thought zapping him back into motion, he pushed you up against the humming wall of the elevator, his forearm rested by your head as he kept his other hand still delicately perched on your throat. He followed the lure of the vibration your pulse created, kissing the corner of your mouth and across to the edge of your jaw. Brushing his nose and lips languidly along your ear. “God, been waiting for this all night, kitten,” he growled.

You shuddered under his touch, fingers digging deep into the muscles of his bicep, anchoring yourself and hoping that Tetsurou could keep you here with him. You felt like you were floating, too much heat running through your body and head stuffed full of cotton. With a twist you tried to pull away from his seeking lips and teeth. “T’much, Tetsu,” you mumbled, tongue heavy from lust. He chuckled, “Yeah?” But he didn’t let up, his fingers flexing lightly around your neck. You gasped in response, arching eagerly under his commanding grip, and he met your mouth with a blistering heat and the lingering taste of unfiltered sake. Your hands drifted up, sinking into his poorly tamed hair, tugging at it in hopes to pull him deeper, so you could drink from his lips easier.

You were lightheaded, practically drunk from the sweet taste of alcohol and insistent kisses by the time Kuroo broke from you again. The elevator ride had felt like a paradox of seconds and hours. A swirling mass of stolen moments and grabbing hands. He pushed and you pulled your way along the hallway, stumbling and too focused on never letting one another go to look where you were stepping. The two of you were lucky it was so late, no one wandered the corridor to take in your debauched appearances. But to you he never looked more alluring, and to him you never looked more gorgeous. Once the door closed behind you all bets were off, everything sped up and the need increased, the pressure reaching unfathomable heights. Your dress was discarded as his fingers dragged against your soft skin. Pressing at curves he revealed and the rolls he loved so much. He gripped you, bit at your jaw and neck, and he breathed you in until he was high on your scent. Your nails scratched at his hard flesh as you pulled his clothes from his body, and he guided you to the bedroom.

Every time he caught your eyes, the look you were pinned with was nearly enough to steal what little breath you could capture. The way he stared was a dangerous mixture of lust and agony. Flames of deeper emotions desperate to escape and make themselves known, but he kissed your exposed skin instead, letting himself drown in the sin before him. Letting himself ache with the knowledge you would never know how he truly felt. The touch of his skin against yours caused a shudder to wrack your spine, and you squirmed against his seeking hands, a whimper rolling from your throat. “Tetsu, please, please, just…” you weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but when he guided you down onto the cool cotton sheets of the bed, you sighed with relief. “I got you, Kitten,” he hummed, soothingly, his knuckles brushing a line down your plush stomach. “I always got you.”

You let him take control, you let yourself fall slave to the sensations, and forget about any thoughts that had once been plaguing you. Instead, just the temptation of flesh took over your conscious. “Follow my lead,” he murmured against the curve of your breast, nipping sharply at the soft skin underneath. His hands cupped the fat of your thighs, parting them to rest his cock against your still clothed clit. You could feel him twitch with each beat of his heart, and your body responded in kind. Your hips canting upward of their own accord to find friction for you both, causing Kuroo to growl in appreciation as his lips closed around your nipple. Your body arced under him, one set of fingers digging deep into the tight skin of his back and the other twisting in the sheets. His eyes watched every shift of your emotions, every time your throat constricted, and every time your teeth sank into your lower lip. Hazel irises stared at you from underneath the mess he called hair, made even worse by your greedy hands from earlier. Those eyes made you burn alive, your walls clenching around nothing.

He braced himself against his forearm, raising himself above you as his other palm settled in a firm grip against the thick curve of your hip. He met the roll of your pelvis over and over, the head of his cock catching on your clit, making him pant and you gasp. “So pretty like this,” he sighed even as his head fell back on his shoulders and his thrusts became harder. The way his throat worked over the breaths he took and every time he groaned, made warmth pool lower in your gut and you knew your panties were far from salvageable. The way they slid against you, all slippery and wet with your fluids made you shiver especially when Kuroo’s head rolled to the side, and he looked at you from under those incredibly long lashes.

“Mmm, someone’s enjoying themselves,” he said with a flash of that arrogant captain’s smirk he still carried with him so many years later. “D-don’t point it out,” you whined, wriggling in his grasp. “Why? Did it make you embarrassed?” he said with a pout now puckering his lips even as his smile threatened to crack it again. You felt a heady mixture of shame and arousal flood through you, making you wetter, readier. “Mhm,” he answered for you while you trembled, reaching closer and closer to your first peak of the night. “Love it when you’re all shy and sloppy for me.” You wanted to snap back and deny every little teasing word that spilled from his sinful lips, but your muscles were tightening painfully, and your lungs were devoid of air. The only sounds you could make were wanton moans that heated the room to an unbearable level. You twisted beneath him violently, body bucking to encourage everything to break inside you. And it finally did, with a such an aggressive snap that your spine curved and froze, your scream broke into a silent rasp, and Kuroo slowed to a gentle rock to help the twitches fade from your muscles.

Everything was too much, body buzzing with too much energy, mind fuzzing with too much serotonin, and cunt throbbing with too much sensation. You wanted it to stop and yet, you hoped it never ended. You prayed that this very night would stretch into eternity, and just as you thought that you felt the graze of Kuroo’s thumb against your cheek and the trail of warm moisture left behind. “Don’t cry,” he murmured, slowing his rocking down until it ended completely. “Not for me, not over this.” Though his words sounded sure, his tone was weak and there was a fragility in his smile when you managed to clear your eyes. You offered him an equally broken grin, something waiting to be cobbled back together by the man above you. Only he could fix this situation. And yet, he had caused it, so there was no hope for your poor shattered heart. Your chest hitched as you swallowed back a sob.

“Just felt really good,” you lied, and he knew it, but he rolled with it because that was easier. “Did it now?” he whispered, kissing the rest of the tears from your face. You left his question unanswered, instead your hand traced down his side, nails skittering teasingly along his skin. Only to end with a gentle grasp around the base of dick. Tetsurou groaned, his body pitching toward you and head falling against the crook of your shoulder as his hips pulled back and pushed forward. The skin along his arms shuddered and goosebumps appeared while his frame spasmed under your hands. He fucked into the delicate grasp of your fingers and whispered words into your skin, so breathy and light beneath his moans that you had no hope to hear them. “Ngh, g’nna- fuck,” his hips rocked faster, and his cock twitched in your hand. “C’mon, do it. You know you want to cum on me,” you breathed with excitement.

That threw him headlong into the orgasm he was trying to edge, with no hope to control it he came with a snarl and sunk his teeth into your soft shoulder. He painted the gentle slope of your stomach white, marking you as his. He couldn’t help but look down and feel a sense of pride mixed with loss as he watched the viscous liquid spread along your flesh. Your hand slipped from him, bringing it to your lips to lick it clean and he watched with his dick trying to twitch valiantly back to life. “Damn, gonna have to keep myself busy,” he murmured to himself, he sent you that familiar smirk as he dropped down to where his cum cooled on your stomach.

He licked across it, nipping at the plush skin, cleaning you and relishing in the taste of himself mixed with the salt of your sweat. He nosed his way further down, trailing kisses along your eagerly twitching hips. His large palm came up to rest against your groin to keep you still as he worked his way around your panties. “Tease,” you huffed, and he met your adoring gaze. “Always,” he responded, and there was something in that word, which whispered eternity, something that reminded you of the intense pain twisting in your gut along with the fluttering warmth, and it made you frown again. Kuroo knew too and he hurried to distract you, hooking his finger in your soaked panties and dragging them down your thick legs. Gracing every few inches of skin he touched with a featherlight kiss until he at last reached your ankles. On the way back up his lips were sloppier, more open, there was more tongue and a flash of teeth here and there for a soft sting. It chased away the doubt for that moment, made you writhe under his hands as he spread your legs and rested between them.

He laved a stripe across the entirety of your pussy, swallowing the fluids waiting for him like it was the best liquor in the world. He settled in, watching you through hooded eyes as his tongue danced across your clit, drawing loose circles and half-assed kanji in the way he knew you liked. You felt your back arching, frantic to get more pressure, get closer, just. Get. More. “Ah, don’t rush, just lay back. I’ll get you there,” his hand pressed harder against your lower abdomen, pushing you back against the bed. Slowly he increased the tension as your moans slipped into babbling and your hands wound tight in his hair. His fingers worked you open right when your words turned into screams, and he curled them expertly to feel the resounding clench of your walls. He knew you so well, he knew every little tell and knew just what you needed when. He never left you wanting, Kuroo made sure of that.

His tongue pressed more insistently, the circles got tighter, he added suction, and his fingers scissored and stroked. He watched as you shook apart under him and fluids poured into his greedy mouth. “G-god fucking damn,” you hissed once you had control over your voice again, though your hips still jerked from the sparks shooting through you. Kuroo pulled off, eying you with that sleepy smoldering stare that made everything inside you open up and beg for more. Rocking back on his heels, he took the hand coated in your slick and spread it along his revived erection, thrusting into the sensation with a huff of impatience while his lids fell shut.

He inhaled sharply, choked up on the base, and muttered, “Shit, slow down.” You weren’t supposed to hear that, but you giggled, and he cracked an eye open to shoot you a grin. “I’m not even gonna apologize if I cum too soon, no one can blame me,” he growled, pressing into you with a sigh. You squealed, immediately clamping down on the intrusion in your excitement and causing Kuroo to swear as he almost pushed forward to fast. “Fuck, it’s almost like you want me to lose control,” he snarled through grit teeth, and you could hear his molars squeak when he lowered himself onto his forearms. “Relax for me, kitten.”

His thumb came down to gently pet your clit and you shuddered, breathing intently through your nose before your walls opened up. “Tha-at’s it, good girl,” he choked out as he sank in. “Always so fucking gorgeous under me.” The pace he set was slow, neither one of you too urgent now to get a taste of each other, and Testurou apparently trying to edge himself. You met his deep languid strokes, and each time he pressed inward he hitched his hips up to stroke along a part of your velvet insides that caused a white-hot flame to lick up your spine.

“God, Tetsu,” you moaned, his hand finding the one knitted in the sheets and weaving tightly between your fingers. His lips found yours, his eyes never leaving your face in the gloom. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, until you were sloppy and pliable beneath and begging for faster and harder. He indulged, fucking you until you were screaming and toes curling. “C’mon, I’m not cumming before you,” he panted, grinding his teeth as he hiked your knee over his shoulder and strummed your clit with his unoccupied hand. The other still held yours, squeezing tightly and pressing it high above your head until you felt tight like a bowstring. With the added insistent pressure at your clit, you rasped out a soft cry, your body clamping around him and he jerked forward, careful to steady himself by removing his hand from your cunt to place it on the bed.

He choked out a groan and shuddered as he reached the crest of orgasm and felt himself empty inside you. The room was silent save for the heavy rhythm of your combined panting when he pulled from you. You squeaked because of how swollen and sore you were, and he smiled apologetically. All levity from before, what little there had been, was gone. Now in the silence there was just the morning waiting for you. “Want to take a shower?” he asked slowly, voice soft and hesitant. The atmosphere felt fragile, but you nodded and joined him. The rest of the night was spent getting ready for bed, filled with soft kisses and still resolutely ignoring daybreak. He wrapped you in his arms as he felt your breathing finally even out. “Why didn’t you ask me to stay?” he whispered, and he let the tears come.

---- You woke to heat on your back and sun leaking through the shades. You frowned as you turned and squinted at the offending window that dared wake you. Then your frown deepened as you noticed the place where Kuroo should be sleeping. He wasn’t there…. Then it hit you and the crying started hard, so painfully hard, with shakes, screams, and hiccups. You curled into yourself as you realized he was gone. He had really left. Your hands grabbed at your head and nails sank into your scalp. The world stopped there it seemed, intent to prolong your agony. You had nowhere to be that day, nowhere to go. You could reach out to friends, but did you really want to pretend to be anything close to ok? So instead, you spent the early morning hours wallowing in misery until eventually your bladder pushed you out of bed. When you stepped into the bathroom a post-it waited for you, and you idly read it.

‘Hey Kitten, there’s so much I want to say, but the most important thing is to come down to cat café where our first date was at 10am.’ -Tetsurou You stood still for a moment, your hand shaking as you touched the post it. Why? Why would he want you to go to the café? You were frozen for a few minutes longer until you blinked yourself out of your stupor and ran into the bedroom check the time. “Fuck!” you screamed. The clock read 9:30am. You needed to book it, and not be naked. You quickly pulled on t-shirt and a pair of leggings. You were putting on your shoes by 9:40 and was out the door by 9:45 by the time you made sure you had everything.

You were going to be late. Was this a highly time sensitive thing? What did this mean? What did this fucking mean?! You felt like you were going to pass out as you ran as fast as you could, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t really run much or if it was because you were actively having an anxiety attack while running. Probably the second. That sounded like a bad idea. When you arrived you checked your phone and it was 10:15am and you were shaking, terrified that you were too late for whatever this was. That you’d missed out on whatever the last thing Kuroo had given you. “Kitten,” a voice said behind you.

You knew that voice, God you’d know that voice until you died. You’d dream of that voice. You trembled hand curling tightly around your cellphone. “Please don’t be hallucinating,” you whispered. “Turn around,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You turned with tears pricking at your eyes and you asked in a shaky voice, “Kuroo Tetsurou why aren’t you on a plane to America?”

“Because I found something worth staying for,” he responded, that smile wide and practically glowing. “I found you.”

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ennoshitas-princess · 19 days

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Good day! I would like to order a cupcake, a strawberry shortcake with caramel and a juice, please, for Daichi and Kuroo 😊

Handcuffed Heart to the Two

Coming right up!!

Daichi Sawamura x Tetsuro Kuroo x reader

Love triangle, Valentine's Day, fluff, work au

The job: police officers, you are the only woman working in that department

Synopsis: you, Kuroo, and Sawamura are on break after a long persecution

Word Count: 563

You sat down on the soft couch in the lounge of the police department, exhausted from the long persecution that happened just some minutes ago, ready to end the day.You only forgot that today had something special lingering in the air.

“Ugh! I can't wait for this shift to be over.” You pouted at them, cheeks puffed out.

Daichi and Kuroo gazed at you in adoration, not able to resist how cute you get when your blood boils. How could they not giggle at your antics?

“Now, now Chibi-chan, we have another ten minutes to work, so you must behave and at least try to survive.”

Kuroo poured himself a cup of coffee, the pink mug warm to the touch.

Your face turned into that mug just by the nickname. Why, oh why did this happen to you?

“L/n-san, Kuroo is right. What about if I massage your back?” Daichi held his arms to his head.

“Meanwhile I pour you a nice cup of joy.”

Kuroo grabbed another mug from the cabinet, this time intentionally grabbing one with a red heart.

You closed your eyes shut for a moment. You thought about how this happened.

You were a police officer. The only female in your station. Every cop in it turned their eyes towards you when you came in the first time. From time to time, you would have love notes on your desk. You didn't like any of them. Well, only two stole that little heart of yours.

“Look, Chibi-chan. I wanted to tell you something for sometime now, and I think I am ready to spill it all out.”

Kuroo walked towards you, holding a soft, brown plush in hand.Your face scrunched up in confusion. What is he doing? A confession?

“No, Kuroo-san. I will say what I have to say first!”

The two stared into each other's eyes playful, earning a small giggle to come out of your lips.

“No, no, no. I will do it. I am in love with both of you.” You tackle them.

“Huh?” Both of them stare like little kids being told how babies are made.Yeah, you said it before they said anything.

“You know what, let's just clock out please.” You beg to them.

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You entered your apartment you guys shared since you began working, throwing your shoes off to the side without a care in the world.

“So, Kuroo-san, if you are okay with a relationship with each other, it will be fine with me.” Daichi placed the keys on the dish.

“Yes, I am okay with it, Daichi.”

Kuroo grabbed a pillow, and threw it at your face. You screamed in pure cuteness and giggled.

“Kuroo, no.”

“Come on, Chibi-chan, don't be so stormy.” He smirked.

“How about if I cuddle you?” Daichi came around and sat down to the left of yours.

You snuggle into his chest, smelling the sandalwood cologne that remained on him. You couldn't believe you could have both at the same time. Obviously, you won't put it out in public, but keep it to yourselves.

“Daichi, Tetsuro, do you guys mind making dinner?” You put puppy eyes.

“How about take out?” Kuroo suggested, holding his phone ready.

“Yes!” You wrapped your arms around his muscular waist.

“Happy Valentine's Day, y/n-chan!” Both of them screamed.

No wonder today felt ever so special.

I am so sorry if this wasn't what you looked for. I am kinda still new to writing and I at least tried 🥺🥺🥺

Hopefully you can forgive that.

Thank you for coming! Have a beautiful day!!

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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HE WINS ♡ KUROO TETSURO

uni!kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

what's it? smut allergen warning/s? penetrative sex, name calling [slut], degradation, dumbification, spitting, cervix kissing, sugar level? 0.7k

bon appetit!

kuroo's always looked at himself as a competitive person. probably not the most competitive and certainly not to the point where it can be considered a red flag for his friends and partners alike, but competitive.

no one knew this better than you, his academic rival.

you met him during your first year of university in your biochemistry class. it was immediately obvious that this man was always on top of his class during his high school years, it showed in his mannerisms and the way he carried himself when answering questions -- highly poised and overflowing with confidence, rightfully so. as months went by, it became clear to your classmates and professors that you two were the students to watch. you two were the once who recited the most, got the most recommendations from your professors and everything and when it came to exams and presentations, you two were always neck-and-neck when it came to the scores you got, always one or two points higher than the other.

next thing you knew, you formed a playful rivalry with kuroo. you two acted like friends because you are, but there is that desire to get a grade higher than the other which always proved to be exciting. it brought a thrill in your relationship, one that you haven't felt before, but you strangely became addicted to.

somewhere along the line, you two began to keep track of the scores and now during your last year of college, kuroo was one point ahead of you. if you were to be able to get a grade higher than 98% on your finals exam on one of your major subjects then you would be tied and the competition could probably seep into adulthood and if you were being honest, you hoped that it would.

that's exactlywhat you did and kuroo got an earful of it with you chatting his ear off about how he was not better than you and an eyeful of your test paper marked with a stunning and impressive 100% in red ink as you kept on shoving it in his face. aside from that, he also got an eyeful of your cleavage, your tits hugged by the tight black fabric of your corset top.

and that's how you found yourself under kuroo, nails digging into the flesh of his back as he kept on pounding into you relentlessly, bullying his cock in and out of your dripping hole at the same time two of his fingers, wet with your slick shoved themselves into your mouth, hanging agape, nothing but moans and babbles of his name coming out of it.

"such a pretty fuckin' slut for me, huh kitten?"

he hoisted one of your legs up and over his shoulders cockily. the new angle had you seeing stars and screaming out his name like it's the only thing in this world you knew and at that moment, it probably was. with the fingers buried in the warmth of your mouth, he hooked them on your bottom row of teeth, forcing you to open your mouth before a glob of his spit landed where your tongue lay, running down to the back of your orifice, but at this point, he wasn't sure you were aware of what he just did or if you were lost in pure ecstasy, drunk on nothing but the feeling of his cock repeatedly landing bruising kisses on your poor cervix.

he buried himself to the hilt inside you, having his hips meet with yours as he started to grind, moving in circular motions. his movements, the way the tip of his dick caressed that sweet spot deep inside of you, the way his trimmed, dark colored pubes rubbed at your clit proved to be too much and the next thing you knew, you were arching your back, pressing your tits against his chest and moaning so loudly he knew the whole dorm building could hear you shout out his name. not that he minded.

"there we go, there we go, my dumb fucking slut."

all he cared about was turning you stupid for him, the complete opposite of who you actually are, nothing but his dumb fucking slut.

#takipnet #order of the day!#order up for kuroo!#one black sesame mochi #with a side of pineapple italian ice #kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo one shot #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsuro one shot #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut

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wttcsms · 2 years

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we must have did something right somewhere else, though is what kuroo tells you. the two of you are laying on your backs in the backyard of the house he grew up in (which is a lie; this is the house he spent most of his time avoiding and tried to grow out of, but semantics).

the two of you have just broken up, by the way. you are stargazing (there actually aren’t any stars that can be seen, either, which just seems to add insult to injury) with your now ex-boyfriend, and he just got done telling you about the multiverse theory. you reminded him that you already watched everything everywhere all at once, and so you’re basically a certified genius when it comes to that, but you laughed when you said it because even after telling you that it isn’t going to work out between the two of you, you still find him endearing.

long distance never ends well, anyway. the two of you gave it your best shot, and after you moved away to europe to attend a university there, the hard stuff was too much and the good things were never enough. tetsurou at least had the decency to break things off in person.

in all the universes, in all the different versions of you and kuroo, you’re certain of two things: that he’s always a good person, and that you love him.

(you’re right about that.)

in the millions of universes that exist, surely there is a version of you and him that ends up together. you can be a princess, and he can be the prince from a rival kingdom, and you two may not like each other at first, but stolen glances across ballrooms and a mutual feeling of being confined by the rules of being a royal bring the two of you closer together. closer yet — his hands can be placed on your waist during a waltz, just a centimeter shy of being improper. the two of you, it appears, enjoy causing scandals in the royal court. in this universe, your throne is seated next to his, and there is no distance because his home is yours.

and if that variation of you two doesn’t work out, there must be one where you never go to europe. where you stay in tokyo with him. the two of you rent an apartment together and have to live extra frugally, but neither of you care. neither of you care about the way the spikes of his hair brush against the top of the doorframe because apparently, the apartment builders wanted to maximize the amount of apartments they could rent and sacrificing height was one way to go about it. neither of you care about the fact that you have to get creative with the meals you make, trying to stretch out this week’s groceries as far as they can last (you’ve always been a bad cook, and while kuroo swears up and down cooking is just science, he’s pretty bad at it, too). there is no distance tearing the two of you apart because this tiny apartment doesn’t have any extra room to give either of you any sense of privacy, and neither of you mind because there’s something comforting about being able to constantly brush shoulders with the person you love whenever you need to get to the bedroom from the kitchen.

surely there’s one where the two of you meet earlier than you actually did. one where you’re childhood friends, and he’s too dense to realize that he’s in love with you ‘til it seems like you’re about to fall for someone else. such a cliche, sure, but you think it would be sweet rather than nauseating if it’s him acting it out. (again, you find tetsurou to be much more endearing than is good for your health.)

but the you here doesn’t get to witness the you’s anywhere else. you’re stuck in this universe, stuck in this backyard, stuck on the boy who just broke up with you but somehow managed to not break your heart in the process (because, really, he is just so annoyingly good that you think he’s going to become your favorite ex.)

this version of you and him were friends first. ap chem classmates, but never lab partners. he always asked to borrow a pencil, and you always gave them, and it’s not ‘til you’re down to your last one that he sheepishly admits that he never really needed the pencils — he just needed an excuse to talk to you. you sit with his friends at lunch, and he texts you bad jokes in the evenings, and everything is so simple and sweet. he helps you pack your bags when you tell him you’re going away for college. he facetimes you whenever he cans, despite the 8 hour time difference; japan is ahead of england, and there’s an uneasy feeling in your gut that tells you he’s moving forward in life at a faster speed than you can keep up with. he’s telling you he loves you, even when you’re crying, upset that your first flight back to tokyo is getting cancelled, and this is the only time you can take the trip. he can’t console you with words alone; you need him here, and he’s not, and you’re not sure if you’re upset with him or yourself, for being the one to leave and then expecting him to follow.

he’s always been good at doing the right thing, you realize.

you turn to your side to take a look at him, and when you do, you see that he’s already been staring at you, probably waiting to hear your reply.

yeah, you smile at him. we definitely did.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tetsurou kuroo x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #multiverse au #one shot #drabble #idk what this is i had a vague idea but not enough motivation for a full fledged fic #but #right person wrong time

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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CHARACTER DETAILS / START GAME

THE STARS ALIGN

ㅡan otome-style interactive fiction wherein you play as (y/n). the plot and the character (y/n) ends up with are solely dependent on your choices. (taglist open)

♡ POSSIBLE PAIRINGS: Daichi Sawamura x reader | Miya Atsumu x reader | Kuroo Tetsurou x reader | Tsukishima Kei x reader | ? x reader

♡ SETTING: University

♡ TAGS: tooth-rotting fluff! | otome/reverse harem | romance | interactive fic | cliché tropes/dynamics

♡ GAME RULES:

↬ after every end of the fic, there will be a poll and readers are encouraged to participate

↬ ofc, majority wins so no hard feelings if your choice doesn't win!

♡ REMINDER: (y/n) uses they/them pronouns and is a fem bodied character. eye color, skin color, hair color, race, etc. are not specified.

♡ VERSION UPDATE every FRIDAY of the week beginning Feb 10, 2023, 12pm EST.

• taglist: @thechaosoflonging @alienvarmint @phoenix666stuff @citrustsuki

a/n: hi, some of my old followers may be familiar with this concept as i have done this before with RUN (unfortunately i wasn't able to finish it on time before christmas sooo continuation this year? *winks*) go check it out if you want a clearer idea of how this fic works. i will update once a week only since the plot will depend on your choices. technically, i'll have to improvise every update. don't be afraid to interact, this is literally an interactive fic lol. anyways, are you interested?

DO YOU WANT TO PLAY ?

NAVIGATION

♡ New Beginnings

♡ Your Place or Mine?

♡ The Labyrinths

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq fic #hq one shot #hq series #hq interactive fic #hq fanfic #hq romance #atsumu miya #atsumu x you #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #hq imagines #pea.writes

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minarixx · 9 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

"𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙮, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣"

PAIRING. Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, break up

Y/N and Kuroo, who once shared a passionate relationship that ended in heartbreak. After their painful breakup, Y/N carries the memories of their time together, fate orchestrates a meeting where Kuroo is wearing the scarf she had given him. As Y/N watches him from a distance, emotions resurface, evoking a flood of bittersweet memories.

WC. 4.5k

A/N. Idk plot is pretty plain and mid for this one. I just like the the writing in this one

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The soft glow of chandeliers adorned the elegant banquet hall, illuminating the faces of corporate elites and professionals gathered for the Japan Olympic and Professional Volleyball Company's celebration. Among the attendees was Y/N, an ambitious and passionate young woman, who worked diligently on the corporate side of the organization. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she mingled with colleagues and exchanged stories of triumphs and challenges.

Amidst the sea of strangers, her gaze was inexplicably drawn to a tall, dark-haired man, Kuroo, who stood in a conversation with fellow associates. He had an air of confidence and a warm smile that seemed to invite her in. He was a part of the Japan Volleyball Association, specifically within the Sports Promotion division.

The soft hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses filled the air at the corporate banquet. Y/N stood amidst the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. She felt a bit out of place, but she knew the event was essential for networking and building connections in her career.

As she sipped her drink, she noticed a group of people engaged in lively banter across the room. Her eyes were drawn to a tall figure with tousled dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. It was Kuroo, and he seemed to be the center of attention.

She reminded herself that networking was her goal, and maybe striking up a conversation with someone as engaging as Kuroo could prove beneficial. Curiosity getting the best of her, Y/N found herself making her way towards him, and as their eyes met, an instant connection sparked between them. Like moths to a flame, they were drawn to each other, their magnetic attraction undeniable.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she approached the group and mustered a smile.

"Hi there, mind if I join in?" Y/N asked, trying her best to appear confident.

Kuroo's eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly broke into a warm smile. "Not at all! The more, the merrier," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

Introductions were made, and Y/N found herself drawn into the conversation effortlessly. Kuroo had a way of making people feel at ease, and his witty remarks had everyone laughing. As they talked, Y/N discovered that Kuroo shared her passion for volleyball and that they both had worked tirelessly to contribute to the sport they loved.

They exchanged stories of their experiences, the challenges they faced, and the moments of triumph that made it all worthwhile. As they spoke, Y/N realized that beneath Kuroo's charismatic exterior was a genuine love for the sport and a deep dedication to his work.

"I've seen your name in some of the promotional materials for the Japan Volleyball Association," Y/N said, a touch of admiration in her voice. "Your team is doing a fantastic job promoting the sport."

Kuroo's cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his head in a bashful manner. "Thanks! It's a team effort, and I'm lucky to work with such passionate people. What about you? I've heard great things about the corporate side of the Olympic and Professional Volleyball Company."

Y/N blushed at the compliment. "I'm just a small part of the team, but I'm proud of the work we do to support the athletes and ensure smooth operations. Volleyball means a lot to me, so being able to contribute in any way feels incredibly rewarding."

Their eyes locked for a moment, and Y/N felt a spark of connection between them. It was as if they understood each other on a deeper level, beyond their shared love for volleyball.

The evening passed in a blur of laughter, shared anecdotes, and the thrill of discovering kindred spirits. As the night wore on, the crowd thinned, and Y/N found herself still engrossed in conversation with Kuroo.

"You know, I was a bit nervous about attending this event tonight," Y/N admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Kuroo chuckled softly. "You? Nervous? I find that hard to believe. You seem like a natural at navigating these social gatherings."

"I guess appearances can be deceiving," Y/N replied with a shy smile. "But I'm glad I came. Meeting you has been a highlight of the night."

Kuroo's eyes softened, and he leaned in a little closer. "The feeling is mutual. There's something about you that's refreshing and genuine. I'm glad you approached."

Kuroo's charisma was undeniable, an enigmatic magnetism that drew people to him like moths to a flame. From the moment he entered a room, he exuded a vibrant energy that seemed to light up the atmosphere around him. His mischievous grin and playful eyes hinted at a personality that was both charming and approachable.

Confidence exuded from every fiber of his being, but it was never overpowering or arrogant. Instead, it was a quiet assurance that made those around him feel at ease. He had a gift for making people feel valued and heard, as if they were the most important person in the world at that very moment.

Kuroo's humor was infectious, and his witty remarks often left people laughing, the sound of their joy filling the air like a delightful melody. He had a knack for finding common ground with almost anyone he met, effortlessly striking up conversations and building connections that felt genuine and authentic.

His passion for volleyball was palpable, and when he spoke about the sport he loved, his eyes lit up with a fervent fire. It was evident that volleyball wasn't just a job for him; it was a part of his soul. He spoke with such enthusiasm and knowledge that even those unfamiliar with the sport couldn't help but be drawn into his world.

But what truly set Kuroo apart was his ability to listen. When someone spoke, he didn't just hear their words; he listened with genuine interest, absorbing every detail and emotion. He had a way of making people feel seen and understood, as if their thoughts and feelings mattered in the grand tapestry of life.

Time seemed to fly by when in his company, and conversations with him were always filled with intellectual stimulation and heartfelt connections. He was a master of the art of conversation, effortlessly navigating various topics and keeping everyone engaged.

Yet, for all his charisma and charm, there was an air of humility about Kuroo. He never boasted about his achievements or sought attention for his accomplishments. Instead, he focused on uplifting others and celebrating their successes, making them feel like stars in their own right.

In a world where genuine connections were often hard to come by, Kuroo stood out like a beacon of warmth and authenticity. People gravitated towards him not just for his charm, but because being around him made them feel better about themselves and the world around them.

His charisma wasn't a mask he put on for show; it was an intrinsic part of who he was - a genuine, kind-hearted, and passionate soul who left a lasting impression on everyone fortunate enough to cross his path.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N found herself reluctant to part ways. But eventually, they exchanged contact information, promising to keep in touch. As Y/N walked away from the banquet, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. The connection she had felt with Kuroo was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead them. Little did she know that their encounter was just the beginning of a passionate and tumultuous journey filled with love and volleyball, intertwining their lives in unexpected ways.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N and Kuroo's relationship blossomed. They shared moments of pure bliss, where time seemed to stand still. Their passion for each other was mirrored in their shared love for the sport of volleyball. They attended games together, cheering on the teams, and reveling in the excitement of every spike and serve.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Y/N and Kuroo strolled hand in hand along the bustling streets of Tokyo. Y/N was ecstatic when he finally asked her out.

Kuroo's mischievous grin hadn't left his face since they started their little adventure, and Y/N couldn't help but be infected by his playful energy. He had a way of making even the simplest activities feel like grand adventures.

As they passed a street vendor selling cotton candy, Kuroo's eyes lit up with childlike excitement. "Hey, do you want some cotton candy?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with delight.

Y/N giggled and nodded, the idea of sharing cotton candy with him sounding like the perfect dose of whimsy. They approached the vendor, and Kuroo ordered two fluffy, colorful clouds of sugar.

As they walked along, each holding one end of the cotton candy, they couldn't resist stealing playful bites from each other's treat. The sweet, sugary taste mingled with their laughter, creating a perfect moment of joy and connection.

"Hey, you got some on your nose!" Kuroo teased, pointing to a smudge of pink on Y/N's nose. He leaned in and gently wiped it away with his thumb, making her heart flutter.

"Oh, really?" Y/N replied, trying to keep a straight face before retaliating with her own mischief. She playfully swiped some cotton candy and tried to smush it onto Kuroo's cheek.

He laughed and dodged her attempt, then scooped up a handful of cotton candy, lightly patting it onto her cheek. "Now we're even!" he declared with a grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't hide her amusement. Being with Kuroo felt like being carefree, like she could let go of her worries and just enjoy the present moment.

They continued their stroll, their laughter and chatter blending seamlessly with the vibrant city ambiance. Kuroo spotted a street performer juggling colorful balls and decided to join in the fun. He convinced Y/N to stand in as his audience, and he attempted his best imitation of the performer's juggling act, eliciting cheers and applause from his delighted companion.

As the evening wore on, they stumbled upon an arcade filled with flashing lights and enticing games. Kuroo's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he dragged Y/N inside, promising her an unforgettable experience.

They tried their hand at various games, laughing at each other's antics and cheering each other on. Kuroo won Y/N a stuffed animal from one of the claw machines, and she couldn't stop smiling at the thoughtful gesture.

But the highlight of the arcade visit was undoubtedly the dance-off game. Kuroo, who claimed to have some hidden dance moves, stepped up to the challenge. Y/N couldn't stop giggling as she watched him groove to the beat, his exaggerated dance moves earning him a crowd of amused onlookers.

Not one to be left out, Y/N joined him, and they danced together like no one was watching. They spun and twirled, their laughter filling the arcade as they danced to the rhythm of their hearts.

The night had been a whirlwind of laughter, shared adventures, and genuine connection. As Y/N and Kuroo reached the entrance of Y/N's apartment building, they came to a bittersweet realization that their first date was coming to an end.

They stood there for a moment, the city lights casting a warm glow on their faces, neither wanting to say goodbye just yet. Kuroo gently brushed a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"I had an amazing time tonight," Kuroo said softly, his eyes locked on hers. "Thank you for making it so special."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she replied, "I had an amazing time too. You made every moment unforgettable."

There was a brief pause, as if time stood still between them, before Kuroo leaned in slowly. His lips met hers in a tender and hesitant kiss, filled with all the emotions they had shared throughout the night - joy, excitement, and an unspoken promise of something more.

The kiss was soft and sweet, a gentle exploration of each other's feelings. It felt like the perfect culmination of their connection, a moment of vulnerability and trust shared between two souls who had found something extraordinary in each other.

As they pulled away, Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and shyness. Kuroo's eyes sparkled with affection, and he cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing gently against her skin.

"I don't want this night to end," Kuroo confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. "Me neither," she replied, her fingers intertwining with his. "But I have a feeling that this is just the beginning."

Kuroo grinned, his playful charm returning. "You're right. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

And with that, they lingered for a few more moments, savoring the magic of their first date and the promise of a love that was yet to fully bloom. As they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a sense of hope and excitement, knowing that she had found someone who made her heart race and brought joy to every moment they spent together.

As she walked into her apartment, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, and she couldn't wait to see where this newfound connection with Kuroo would lead them. Little did she know that their first kiss was just the beginning of a passionate and transformative journey of love and volleyball, intertwining their lives in ways they could never have imagined.

In the days that followed their first kiss, Y/N and Kuroo found themselves inseparable. Their romance blossomed quickly, fueled by a shared passion for volleyball and an unyielding desire to explore the world together. They embarked on spontaneous adventures, jetting off to different cities to attend volleyball matches and immerse themselves in new cultures.

Every moment they spent together felt like a whirlwind of emotions - laughter, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of connection. They shared tender moments under starlit skies, made beautiful memories as they wandered hand in hand through bustling streets, and dreamt of a future where they could build a life together.

Their love story seemed like a fairytale, with each passing day deepening their affection for one another. Y/N couldn't help but fall more in love with Kuroo's adventurous spirit and the way he made her feel alive. He had a way of sweeping her off her feet, making her forget about the worries of the world as they got lost in each other's company.

But as their relationship progressed, signs of trouble began to emerge. Kuroo's restless nature and frequent travels for work started to strain their connection. Long distances and irregular schedules made it challenging for them to find time for each other. Communication issues crept in, as they struggled to bridge the gap created by the demands of their respective jobs.

Y/N felt a growing sense of insecurity as Kuroo's availability became inconsistent. She cherished the moments they had together, but when he was away, doubts crept into her mind. She longed for more stability and reassurance, unsure if their love alone could sustain the growing distance between them.

However, their demanding careers often kept them apart for extended periods. Kuroo's responsibilities at the Japan Volleyball Association meant frequent travels and late-night meetings, leaving Y/N feeling lonely and uncertain about their future. Insecurities began to creep into their minds, and they found themselves questioning whether their love alone could sustain their relationship.

Misunderstandings surfaced, leading to arguments that left emotional scars. The pressure of their respective careers added weight to their love, and the rollercoaster of emotions threatened to tear them apart. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if their love was strong enough to endure the trials they faced.

Despite her reservations, Y/N clung to the belief that their love was strong enough to conquer any obstacle. She tried to be understanding and patient, hoping that their deep connection would eventually prevail over the challenges they faced.

They had their moments of bliss, but it became increasingly evident that they were both struggling to find a balance between their individual ambitions and their life as a couple. Kuroo's passion and his demanding career pulled him in different directions, and Y/N found herself yearning for a sense of stability that seemed elusive.

One evening, after a particularly difficult conversation filled with misunderstandings and frustration, Kuroo sat Y/N down with a heavy heart. He explained that the long distances and irregular schedules were taking a toll on both of them, and he didn't want their love to suffer as a result.

"It's not that I don't love you," he said, his voice filled with genuine pain. "But I can't ignore the strain this is putting on us. We deserve to be happy, and right now, I don't think we can find that happiness together."

Y/N felt her heart shatter into pieces as she listened to his words. She had hoped against hope that they could work through their challenges, but Kuroo's honesty laid bare the reality of their situation.

The air between them felt heavy with unspoken emotions as they sat facing each other, their hands intertwined one last time.

"I never wanted this to end," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "I thought we could overcome anything together."

Kuroo looked into her tear-filled eyes, his heart aching at the pain he was causing. "I know, Y/N," he replied softly, his voice laced with regret. "But it's been so hard, and I don't want to keep hurting you or myself."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks as she fought to find the right words. "Can't we at least try to work through this? We've faced challenges before, and we've always come out stronger."

Kuroo's gaze softened, and he gently cupped her face in his hands. "I wish it were that simple," he said, his voice laced with sorrow. "But we both know that the demands of our jobs aren't going to change anytime soon. It's not fair to ask you to wait for me or to put yourself through this uncertainty."

"But I love you," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking. "Isn't that enough to make it work?"

Kuroo's eyes glistened with tears he refused to shed. "Love is a powerful thing, Y/N," he said, his voice tender. "But it's not always enough. We also need stability, trust, and a sense of being there for each other, and right now, I can't give you those things."

Y/N's heart ached at his words, but she knew he was right. Their love was strong, but it couldn't erase the challenges they faced or the doubts that had crept into their minds.

"I don't want to hold you back," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "If this is what you need to find happiness, then I won't stand in your way."

In tears, she nodded, understanding that they were both grappling with the difficult decision that lay ahead. With a heavy heart, they embraced one last time, cherishing the memories they had created together.

And just like that, their whirlwind romance came to an end. Y/N watched Kuroo walk away, knowing that they had shared something beautiful, but that life had chosen a different path for them.

In the following days, Y/N tried to focus on her work, but Kuroo's absence was a constant ache in her heart. She couldn't shake the memories of their time together, and every sight of a volleyball match reminded her of him. The pain was unbearable, and she felt like a mere rough draft in his life. Like an artist scrapping his work, she imagined crumpling herself up and throwing herself away, but she couldn't erase the memories they shared. Every word, every touch, and every smile were etched in her soul.

The aftermath of the break-up was a tumultuous time for Y/N. As days turned into weeks, she found herself trying to navigate the emotional rollercoaster that came with the end of a meaningful relationship. Waves of sadness, anger, and longing crashed over her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and lost.

At first, Y/N tried to distract herself, throwing herself into work and spending time with friends. But no matter how much she tried to keep busy, thoughts of Kuroo and their time together would creep into her mind, pulling at her heartstrings.

The plaid scarf, the one she had left at his house, became a constant reminder of the love they had shared and the pain of their parting. There were moments when she wanted to reach out to him, to hear his voice and find solace in his presence, but she knew that it was not the right path forward.

It had been a year since Y/N and Kuroo had parted ways, and the pain of their breakup had gradually eased, leaving behind a tapestry of cherished memories.

It was a cold winter evening, and Y/N found herself feeling overwhelmed with the pressures of her job and the uncertainties of her personal life. Seeking solace, she decided to clear her mind by attending a volleyball game at a local stadium.

As she settled into her seat, her gaze was momentarily fixated on a guy in the distance. He was wearing a plaid scarf, one that looked oddly familiar. Her heart skipped a beat, and a sense of nostalgia washed over her as memories of the past flooded her mind.

Her friend, noticing her distraction, nudged her with a playful grin. "Hey, where did your mind wander off to?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in their voice.

Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the sudden surge of emotions. "Oh, it's nothing," she replied with a small smile, not wanting to delve into the memories just yet.

But her friend, being perceptive, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" he prodded gently. "You seemed lost in thought for a moment there."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to share her feelings. "It's just... that guy over there," she said, nodding toward the guy with the plaid scarf. "He looks like someone I used to know."

Her friend gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the complexity of her emotions. "An old flame?" they asked softly.

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty. "Yeah, he is," she admitted. "We had something special once, but life took us in different directions."

As the volleyball match continued, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at the guy with the plaid scarf. Memories of their time together flashed before her eyes - the laughter, the inside jokes, and the moments of shared happiness.

Her heart fluttered as she recognized Kuroo, standing with his characteristic charisma and magnetic presence. He looked as charming as she remembered, and her mind couldn't help but recall the memories they had once shared.

As Y/N watched Kuroo from a distance, she couldn't help but be captivated by his natural charisma and charm. It was as if he possessed an invisible magnetism that drew people in, effortlessly making them feel at ease in his presence. Even from afar, she could see how he lit up the room with his smile and how people gravitated towards him like moths to a flame.

Y/N remembered how his laughter had once been her favorite sound, a melody that brought comfort and happiness to her heart. It reminded her of the moments they had shared, the jokes they had exchanged, and the memories they had created together.

As he interacted with others, his playful banter and easygoing nature endeared him to everyone around him. He had a way of making people feel special, as if they were the only ones in the room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia, remembering how she had once been the recipient of his charming attention.

She watched as he engaged with the team members, offering words of encouragement and support. His passion for volleyball was evident in every gesture, and Y/N couldn't help but admire his dedication and drive. It was one of the things that had initially drawn her to him - his determination and enthusiasm for the sport they both loved.

Seeing him so comfortable and confident in his element made her heart swell with both admiration and a touch of longing. She missed the connection they had shared, the way he had made her feel alive and understood. The memories of their passionate romance flooded back, and for a moment, it was as if time had folded upon itself.

But she knew that the distance between them was not just physical; it was the emotional chasm that had grown between their paths. Y/N had learned to cherish the memories they had shared, but she also knew that sometimes love, no matter how intense, couldn't overcome the challenges they faced.

As she continued to watch Kuroo, she realized that the charisma and charm she had once fallen for were still very much a part of him.

What she felt could only be described like the last page of a book you were so engrossed in; you turn it, and it's over. Just like that. No grand finale, no dramatic exit, just a silent, haunting conclusion.

And yet, what lingers are the what ifs. Those two simple words hold so much power, so much weight. What if she had said this instead of that? What if she had fought harder? What if she had been more patient, more understanding? What if they had taken a different path, a different direction? What if they had stayed together?

The what ifs seem to taunt her, playing like a broken record in our minds. They're relentless, gnawing at our hearts like a persistent ache. Revisiting the memories, the laughter, the shared dreams, and the promises that were once so tenderly exchanged. And in those moments of reflection, the what ifs become more vivid, more tantalizing, and more painful.

As Y/N turned away, her heart heavy with the weight of memories and unspoken emotions, she couldn't help but whisper to herself, "I remember it all too well." It was a love that had left an indelible mark on her soul, a love that she would always carry with her, despite the pain it had brought. And as she walked away from the sight of Kuroo, she knew that some loves were meant to leave a lasting ache, a bittersweet reminder of what once was, and what could never be again.

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He Comes To Your Rescue *Part 3*

Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi X Reader, Satori Tendo X Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 1- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotaro Bokuto

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Rentaro Suna, Kei Tsukishima

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Tobio Kageyama

Kuroo Tetsuro

🧪 You had just finished watching a match with Nekoma, Kuroo had texted you once they were back in the changing rooms and asked for you to save them seats at the Kurasuno match so you set off to find some seats for him and Kenma. 🧪 You managed to find three seats in a nice place and texted Kuroo to tell him where you were for when he came looking. 🧪 The match was so intense you didn’t even realize that there was someone approaching you until they spoke. 🧪 “Bet these seats are free.” “Actually someone is going to be sitting there soon.” “Sure they are, you never had any friends before I doubt that’s changed.”

You looked up upon recognising the voice, she was the old bully from your middle school. You sighed as you realized that the seat probably weren’t worth this and there were still loads free, you were sure she’d only come over here to tease you “I’ll just find somewhere else to si-” “Where are you going Kitten?” You smiled at the sound of Kuroo’s voice, he wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder. “There’s no way that you aren’t messing with her… Right?” The girl in front of you asked. “What is that supposed to mean?” Kuroo asked, straightening to his full height. “Maybe you haven’t noticed but there’s better out there.” She smirked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You mean like you?” He asked. “Well-” “Kuroo can you stop messing with her and tell her to get lost? I want to sit down.” Kenma was the one to speak this time as he pushed past his larger friend and sat in one of the seats. “You heard him get lost will you.” He waved her off as he pulled you back to your seat, you were playing with your sleeves “Hey Kitten.” Kuroo pressed his lips to the side of your hair as he watched the girl retreat into the crowd “you okay?” “Mmhm.” You hummed. “You know you're my first and only choice.” He assured you as he squeezed you against his side as best he could in the seats. “You two are disgusting.” Kenma mumbled his eyes not moving from the match in front of him. “Don’t worry you’ll understand one day, Kenma.” Kuroo winked at him and you playfully slapped his thigh. “Pay attention, you wanted to watch this match.” You smiled and then pressed a kiss to the side of your head before leaning back to watch the match.

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅 Ushijima doesn’t really pay attention to much but he pays attention to you, he notices a lot and has become accustomed to the look on your face when you want to be out of a situation. 🦅 He wasn’t there this time though, you were out with your friends and they had decided that they wanted to go for a couple of drinks and they all slowly disappeared as they got more and more drunk. 🦅 You were contemplating leaving considering all your friends had driven here yourselves, your choice solidified when each of your friends had come up to you to say that they were leaving with someone else. 🦅 You texted Ushi to tell him that you’d be home soon but he called you before you could get too far.

You answered the phone with a small smile on your face as you saw the caller ID “Hello Ushi.” You greeted him. “How long will it take you to get home?” He asked. “Well I’m walking so-” “Where are your friends?” He asked immediately. “They all found someone to go home with.” You answered “it’s fine we’re not that far from the club they chose, it shouldn't take long for me to get home.” “I’ll meet you.” He said. “No you don’t have to do that.” You tried to get him to stop but he wasn’t having it. “I’m going to meet you, tell me where you are.” He ordered and you sighed before giving him the name of the road that you’d wait for him on. The moment that you stopped moving you became very aware of a figure behind you, they seemed to have stopped at the same time that you had, you pulled out your phone and text Ushijima alerting him to your worry, he texted back telling you that he’d be there soon. “Hi there, you look like you're waiting for something.” You looked up, you didn’t recognise the guy in front of you but you smiled all the same. “Waiting for my boyfriend.” You answered, slipping your phone back in your pocket and wrapping your hand around the house key in your coat pocket. “Really?” He asked as he stepped closer to you, you swallowed as you looked in the direction that you knew Ushijima was going to appear in. “Why’d he leave you out here all on your own?” “I was with some friends.” You answered. “Really? They as pretty as you?” He asked, you mouth was dry and your eyes were cast down to the floor until your heard someone call your name, you looked over relieved when you saw your boyfriend walking towards you, the man that was questioning you took in a breath and stepped away from you, you stepped away from him and towards your boyfriend who pulled you into him immediately. “You are?” He asked, addressing the man that had been speaking to you seconds before. “I- I was just making sure that she was okay.” He answered. “I’ll go now.” He almost fell over trying to get away from you. “Are you okay my love?” Ushijima asked switching his attention to you. “I’m okay.” You nodded “I was about to stab him with my keys though.” “Mmm, well that will never happen again.” He promised “and you won’t be going out with these friends unless I can pick you up after.” “Ushi-” “Come on, it's late, we need to get home.” He said leaving no room for argument but you were definitely going to have to talk about that some other time.

Satori Tendo

🍫 Tendo met you before he left for France and you guys had a long distance relationship for a little while. You were still studying but you surprised him when you got a job in France as a team manager. 🍫 When Tendo started getting hired to make stuff for big events, you were hired, you were supposed to be organizing schedules for all of the chocolatiers in the company but most people were looking for your boyfriend. 🍫 It was getting to the point where you were starting to turn people away because there was no way to get all of the work done in time for the events, most people were understanding but there was always someone who pushed their luck. 🍫 You were working overtime, in your living room phone between your ear and shoulder as you listened to the event coordinator talk.

“What date do you need this done by?” You asked. “30th of this month.” He answered. “Mmm, and who were you hoping for?” You asked. “Satori Tendo.” He answered. “Unfortunately that won’t be possible, he is fully booked for the next few months.” You explained. “This is a very important event.” He spoke and you sighed. “That does not change his availability sir.” You answered as Tendo leaned over your shoulder pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I want to speak to a manager.” He ordered and you rolled your eyes. “You're speaking to one.” You answered. “Well then I want to speak to your manager.” He answered, you started typing an email as you listened to his complaining. “My manager isn’t working today, you’ll have to wait until Monday.” You explained. “That will be too late!” He shouted down the phone but before you could say anything in return, the phone was taken from you. “My manager has given you her answer, I won’t be at your event thanks.” Tendo hung up the phone after saying that throwing it onto the seat before putting his hand out to you “I need you to taste something for me.” “Tendo I love you but you can’t just say that to a client.” You scolded him and he rolled his eyes walking around so that he was in front of you picking you up and walking towards the kitchen. “He can’t talk to you like that either.” Tendo mumbled as he sat you on one of the stools and pointed at two small chocolates. “Which one is better for that fundraiser?” He asked. “Which one?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and popping the first one in your mouth. “The orphanage one.” He answered, watching you taste the other one. “The kids will like that one.” You pointed at the first one and he nodded. “You're okay though, right?” He asked. “Hm oh yeah, that happens all the time when your boyfriend is the most popular chocolatier in the world.” You winked and he shook his head and pressed a kiss to your lips.

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