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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

── FIANCÉ!JNT / FEM!READER SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

my one and only all my life!

꒰ premise ꒱ : the nhk’s special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup’s future wives-to-be!

꒰ content ꒱ : haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. mini-series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

series soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

⁞ ‘✎ — vie’s love letter ؛ ଓ series updates irregularly. extremely suggestive at times (no explicit smut). mentions / allusions to sex or intimacy. sfw + fluff.

꒰ haikyuu!! masterlist. ꒱

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (01)

⌗ relationship advice with ; atsumu miya. rintarou suna. wakatoshi ushijima. shoyo hinata.

the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (02)

⌗ truth or drink with ; koutarou bokuto. morisuke yaku. kiyoomi sakusa. tobio kageyama.

the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (03)

⌗ would you rather with ; motoya komori. kourai hoshiumi. aran ojiro. kenma kozume.

due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (04)

⌗ QnA with ; tetsurou kuroo. hajime iwaizumi.

the fiancées of the jnt’s staff get a turn in the limelight in an all new special broadcast, a couples QnA spanning their several happy years of romance together! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (05)

⌗ reading thirst tweets with ; tobio kageyama. wakatoshi ushijima. kourai hoshiumi.

this nhk segment is brought to you by the schweiden alders! thirst tweets with the jnt alder members, but not of them— they’ll be reacting to thirsts for their fiancées! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (06)

⌗ two truths and a lie with ; shoyo hinata. atsumu miya. koutarou bokuto. kiyoomi sakusa.

with the jnt’s msby members comes two truths and a lie! it's a battle between two lovers; who knows the other better? ❤︎

── ONESHOTS .ᐟ

coming soon !

── EXTRAS .ᐟ

HEY, FUTURE HUSBAND . . . ( ASK EVENT )

⌗ event status : closed!

FIANCÉE’S JOBS

⌗ answered ask !

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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He always wakes up with his hair being messy and voice hoarsy, It doesn't help that he only sleeps with his boxers. He doesn't forget to tease you of course as he wrappes his shoulder around your waist and whispers sweet nothings in your ear with his voice being so so deep. You can always feel his pecks on your back as he doesn't let you go until he is satisfied that you drool and can't breath from all his hotness.

-> tsukishima, Iwaizumi, KUROO, SUNA, daichi, kageyama, ushijima, akaashi, MEIAN, kita, OSAMU.

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rinsaint · 2 years

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shower sex with haikyuu boys !!

⁰⁰¹ cw. making out, shower/bath sex (duh), marking, breast play, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk (?), praise, riding, and uh yea !!

⁰⁰² characters. SUNA & KUROO !!

⁰⁰³ authors note. i just came back from a long break and a long break means a bunch of thoughts. hope you guys like ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

☆ SUNA RINTAROU: Rin came home from practice, sweaty and exhausted and all he wanted to do is just come home and relax with you. He had heard the shower running and he had figured that you were in the shower. He had decided to join you, he only intended to take a warm shower with you, holding you close, laying his head on your shoulder. As you talk about your day. But he didn’t realize how you two haven’t really spent anytime together these past few weeks, intimate, time. And he decided what better time it would be to have sex with you right now.

“R-rin! shit. Just like that baby, hmfp-“ You moaned into rins mouth, gripping onto the railing in front of you as he shoved his cock continuously into your pussy.

You were facing the shower head, rin behind you grabbing onto your hips as his hips slap into your ass.

You can hear suna let out strings of curses behind you, and you desperately met his thrusts which had you both moaning and groaning out each other names.

You twisted your head back again and brought him into a kiss, grabbing the back of his head to deepen it and whining into his mouth when he snakes his hands to your breasts, fondling them and playing with your bud.

“f-fuck! rin I-I can’t. m’so close.” You cried out, your warm walls clenching around his cock that’s hitting that part inside of you that has your eyes rolling back.

“yea? my pretty baby is close? c’mon love, then cum. do it for me pretty girl.” Suna had whispered in your ear, pushing you to your breaking point and making you cum around him.

☆ KUROO TESTURO kuroo was tired and overworked. You’ve noticed this for a few days now, and had a plan to make him calm down, relax a bit. You made a warm bath with bubbles, music playing slightly in the background, rose petals leading into the bathroom, and best of all, wine. You wanted him to relax and to wind down. And kuroo thought what better way to do it than take his stress out on you?

“Fuck, baby you feel s-so good around me.” kuroo whined out, gripping onto your hips as his cock slides in and out of you repeatedly.

kuroo bucked into your cunt desperately, his hands holding onto your hips as he bites his lips to prevent any moans coming out.

“Sweetheart, c-can i cum in ya? Please baby need to fill you up.” The man had whined out, leaving kisses on your shoulders as you grip the back of his head.

“y-yes. want you to fill me up, please.” kuroo grunted in response, moving his hand between your legs and rubbing circles on your clit.

He felt your warm walls squeeze around him, your head thrown back as you continue to ride out your high, water splashing around you.

kuroo let’s out a hushed fuck as he lazily humped into you, sighing as he released his load inside of you. You hummed at the feeling of his cum seeping into you, giggling when he gives you a peck on your cheek, his head resting on your shoulder.

#i’m a lil rusty guys #don’t clown me #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro smut #kuroo testsuro x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna smut #suna x reader #suna rintaro smut #hq smut #hq x reader #hq x self insert

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chrollohearttags · 2 years

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something about a man being vocal and talking you through it is so..😩 like imagine being fucked and overstimulated to the point of near unconsciousness, hanging on by a thread while being doted on, given constant affirmation and being guided through how to get that final nut. Especially when he’s so gentle about it I just can’t!

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“F-fuckkk..I’m so close, baby..”

the words seeping from between your lips with baited breath and faint tone. It’s the only coherent sentence you’ve been able to utter in the past five minutes outside of high pitched cries and curse words.

but believe, you didn’t have to say anything because he already knows..from the way that tight cunt is swelling and clamping his cock, he knows you’re mere minutes away from making a mess all over it.

honestly, you were already such a pretty sight..sweat beading atop your forehead, tears running down your cheeks and your little mouth wide agape. So much so, you’re drooling.

not in a gross way but as a result of his fingers constantly being brushed across your tongue as he shoves them in and out relentlessly. Something about watching you gag on them while he’s balls deep inside of you is so sexy.

the bed is pounding the headboard underneath your connected bodies and the room is filled with sounds of your love making but none of that matters; nothing else matters except the beauty beside him.

your smooth brown leg draped across his hip as he thrusts into you relentlessly. Hitting you from the side with long, deep strokes that had you creaming and spasming all over him.

you’re far beyond overstimulated, it’s really a miracle you’re still going but as long as he was fucking you, he would decide when you got to stop.

as loving and caring as he was, he couldn’t help but to fuck you like a slut.

“I know baby, it’s alright..” whispering in your ear and leaving a trail of kisses on it as well. It’s very evident you won’t be able to last much longer so he knows exactly what has to be done.

even if it means resisting the urge to toy with you as he always does.

shifting a little more so that he could get a proper look at your face. He even clutches his palm around your throat and forces you to stare into his eyes. The only downside to this is how beautiful you look and he knows that if he makes eye contact, he’s not going to be able to stand it.

but the resolve he has to make sure you cum first outweighs his own desires. The entire time, he’s still feeding you those soft kisses and breathing all heavy. Truthfully, he was as much of a wreck as you were but he couldn’t come undone quite yet.

it’s not fair: on one hand, you feel as if you’re about to explode and can’t take another second but that dick pulsating in between your tight bundle of nerves is so good that you don’t want him to stop.

“D-daddy..I can’t—no more…” whimpering as you press a trembling hand to his abs. But you’re so cute, it does nothing but make him want to fuck you into that mattress even harder.

by now, his thrusts have slowed into an agonizing pace. You’re still clamping down on it and your pussy is throbbing from the ache of constant pounding.

bathing you in gentle kisses, those strokes continue as he soothes your cries. Legs are trembling so badly, they’ve practically become useless so he scoops them up and pins them back. He’s in complete control..doing every bit of the work to make sure you completely fall apart for him.

“You’re taking me so good, baby..why quit now?” taunting you with rhetorical statements. Meanwhile, the pace has become rough with very brunt thrusting. He’s starting to crack but you’re at your limit.

puddles of milky white arousal are pouring from your pussy and luckily, he’s feeling generous..tracing tiny circles on your clit and returning those gentle kisses to your face, he begins speaking those affirming commands into your ears.

“But since you really can’t hold back..squeeze down..and when I tell you…” you were losing your mind and any bit of restraint you may have had left..trying to hold back that orgasm.

luckily, you had no need to. Between those soft pecks and sweet words, he gave the command you had been awaiting.

“Let it go for me, pretty girl..don’t hold back..” the second you did, he held you close to his body, letting you release every drop of that pent up, sweet nectar spilled onto the sheets and his aching cock.

flailing in his arms, you’d lose all control and function of yourself for a moment, crying from the swelling pressure being let out. You’d repeatedly thank him for allowing you to orgasm and he’d only continue to tell you how much of a good girl you had been..how proud he was.

you on the other hand, unable to believe that the same man was drilling you only moments ago.

breathing heavily, you’d turn to face him and nuzzle your face into his neck, trying to come down from the high. He simply chuckles, planting soft pecks on your forehead.

“You did well..now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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levi ackerman, nanami kento, gojo satoru, eren jaeger, kyojuro rengoku, daiki aomine, reiner braun, bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, daiki aomine,

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pinkykats-place · 11 months

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Haikyuu Male Character(s) x Male Reader Inserts Ⅱ

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𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲

Suna Rintaro x Male Reader

cw: top male reader, bottom character, overstimulation

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Will you do Iwa, Kuroo, Kita, Suna admitting you’re their first s/o and they don’t plan on having another?

When I delete all of this</3 I litterally want to cry rn because I wrote it all out went to copy it into tumblr but instead of copy hit delete:((( anywho I can definitely write this for you!!! It feels like so them!!!

Iwaizumi

It was a quiet night you were laying beside him twirling his hair around your finger.

“I bet you were popular in highschool” you whisper your hand moving to trace his facial features.

“Mm not really…you’re my first girlfriend” you sit up some as he tells you that.

“Really?” You’re surprised.

He nods, “my last one too” he pulls you down into a kiss before you can even process what he’s said.

Kuroo

He’d been chattering on about all his previous dates in life, “but our first date is my favorite” you roll your eyes softly.

“Mm I bet you were sure popular with the ladies” your sarcasm is lost on him as he blushes red.

“You’re my first girlfriend” he whispers and your eyes widen, we’re you really?

Seeing your shock he smirks, “and if I play my cards right, you’ll be my only girlfriend” he’s got a smirk on his face and Yoh can’t help but giggle.

Kita

“I bet people loved you in highschool” you tell him as you trace his soft features.

“I think girls found me intimidating…” he whispers, “you’re my first girlfriend” you cup his face peppering it in kisses whispering about how cute he was as his face heats up.

“I think you’re adorable shin.” You’ve got a soft smile, “but I better be your last girlfriend” you’re fine is clearly joking but he smiles nuzzling your hand a bit as he thinks back to the ring box left in your shared sock box.

Suna

He can’t tell if it’s because he’s tired? Maybe the exhaustion from a long day was catching up to him or maybe he just felt he needed to tell you.

“You’re my first girlfriend” he’s got a sleepy smile on his face as his words slur together.

“What?” You ask a little confused as he giggles tiredly.

“My favorite girlfriend” he giggles wildly, “gonna marry you” he smiles sleepily as you roll your eyes closing his eyes for him.

Let me know if you up guys want more because I love writing requests!!

#anons #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #Iwaizumi x reader #Kuroo x reader #Kita x reader #Suna x reader

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tooruslove · 2 years

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stepping stone

he promised.

he promised he would love you; that he would care for you.

he would do the subtle things such as pulling you closer whenever you were in public, tucking those few pesky strands of hair behind your ear as to get a better view of your features, spontaneously take you out on late night drives and treating you to picnics in fields one could only conjure in the most enchanting of books,

the laughter, the passion, the love.

the adoration the two of you held for one another was unimaginable

he described you as irreplaceable; one in a million.

so why is he now doing this with her? now he’s pulling her closer into his warm embrace, tucking her hair behind her ears, taking her out on spontaneous late night drives and treating her to picnics.

that was meant to be you.

you were not one in a million to him. you were merely a stepping stone to transport him to the next chapter of his life whilst you were left many pages behind.

he lied.

— KUROO, tsukishima, OIKAWA, akaashi, nishinoya, BOKUTO.

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let-me-simp-in-peace · 2 years

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Random Haikyuu Dating Headcanons In No Particular Order:

Featuring: Akaashi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Daichi, Tsukishima

Dating Akaashi means practically adopting Bokuto because they’re best friends, and Bo will always be a part of Akaashi’s life.

The same goes for Kuroo and Kenma.

Kageyama will call you after a particularly bad fight with Hinata because the poor boy is absolutely horrible at apologizing.

If you date either of the Miya Twins, congratulations, you’re now a referee for their fights.

If you date Suna, be prepared for a constant stream of his blackmail pictures and videos. He sends them to you to make you laugh.

Oikawa will keep you up to date on all the gossip he knows. Even if you say you aren’t interested, he still goes on tangents talking about it.

Hinata will sometimes jump on top of things you’re standing near just to kiss you.

Bokuto loves to carry you. If you look tired, he’ll let you climb on his back. He loves listening to your sleepy chatter as you try to stay awake.

Daichi is responsible and protective. He loves you and will do whatever he can to make you feel safe and loved.

Tsukishima is a textbook tsundere. This bitch loves making fun of people. He’ll pick on you in public and act disinterested, but once you’re alone, he turns into the softest marshmallow of a man as he pulls you into a hug and reminds you that he loves you.

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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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POWER OUTAGE .ᐟ

── TETSURŌ KUROO. ┊ HAIKYUU!!

raining in japan m.list // haikyuu!! masterlist.

premise. thunderstorms scare you greatly. but thanks to your cute neighbour, you know you’ll be okay after all.

content. tetsurou kuroo / f!reader. fluff. reader is a scared of storms, mainly thunder. power outage. set ambiguously post highschool / university. neighbours to lovers.

word count. 3.1k

soundtrack. show me how : men i trust.

¹new message from jia ෆ hi i’m not dead yes i do still write !! @tetzoro @tetsuskei i hope i did your man justice ^_^

03:24

You manage to catch the flickering lights of your dining room’s lamp glitch out repeatedly from the corner of your eye, the lights inside your dingy apartment appearing to go haywire as constant streams of raindrops pound against the glass of your windows.

With each passing second they seem to multiply tenfold of the previous, their impact upon crashing into each other sometimes merging with one another in sync to form a continuous stream of running water trickling down the brick walls of your complex instead of the constant buzz of millions of tiny water droplets.

The soft glow from your lamp dims momentarily before coming to a complete halt. Your hopes are quickly dashed when you see it attempt to start back up again before going dead, and after a few seconds of the darkness swallowing your apartment whole a begrudging sigh escapes your lips as you close your textbook.

“Ah, damn it . . . not again . . .”

You slowly stand up from your seat at the dining table, cautiously pushing your chair back just a little as to not hit the rest of your furniture and carefully maneuvering your way through the dark of your living room.

“Where the hell did I put that flashlight . . . ?”

You really should’ve thought to charge your phone and powerbank ahead of time when you heard a thunderstorm was making it’s way to your city on the news earlier. Now with a dead cellphone battery and empty powerbank you’re left to fend for yourself amist the unknown layout of your apartment without a light source.

Scuffling around in the dark, you take a step forward, miscalculating how much distance there is infront of you as you find yourself accidentally ramming your shin against the side of your unusually hard bookshelf, sending you reeling in agonizing pain stomach first and flopping right onto your couch.

Ouch.

Your teeth grind against each other as you hold your shin, wincing while rocking slightly in an attempt to alleviate the pain. “God, that did not sound good . . .” You can’t see through the near pitch black lowlight of your apartment, but you’re almost certain a nasty bruise may have begun to form on your skin from that.

A few more minutes of stumbling finally merits you to where you had originally intended to end up in the first place— the supply closet. Feeling around for the door’s surface your hand manages to find it’s grip onto the smooth metal handle, twisting it open and carefully reaching out into the darkness.

“It should be on the second shelf . . . or was it the third? Fuck, I really can’t see anything right now . . .”

Your fingers brush up against the elastic wrist tie of the flashlight (it was on the third shelf after all, go figure) and you impatiently snatch it from off the pile of other assorted junk you’ve haphazardly thrown in there throughout the years.

All you hear is a soft click as you turn on the device before your eyes are bombarded by a bright flash, the sudden overload causing you to stumble back a bit, blinking repeatedly to soothe the burn in the back of your retinas.

Maybe it’s not the best idea to hold a flashlight so close to your face while it’s aiming (or pointed) directly into your eyes.

Using your newly gained lightsource you make your way to the fuse box in your kitchen, now being able to easily navigate your way through the dark you give yourself a moment to stop and glare at the corner of your bookshelf that you’d run into earlier, “Asshole.”

Opening the fuse box, you shine the light onto the many circuits housed within, eyes trailing down and scanning each one for the labels of what light they control. You experimentally switch the one for the living room on, glancing outside of your kitchen into the hall to check, only to be met with disappointment as you see the nothingness of the night staring right back at you.

Just as a confirmation (and because you’re stubborn), you switch a couple more of the circuits on and off repeatedly, disappointment mares your features when they yield no results. “No power at all . . .”

A deep crackle of thunder booms from the sky outside, startling you as you nearly drop the flashlight in your hands if not for the wrist tie securing it. A few seconds of heaving and checking outside your kitchen’s windows— only to see more rain than you could ever possibly need in three lifetimes —causes you to ease up a little. You feel a chill run down your bare arms though, the short sleeves and pajama shorts you chose to wear tonight not doing much with the raging wind howling just outside your apartment.

The sudden sounds of gentle knocking at your door cuts through the silence of your empty apartment, the hairs on your back shooting straight up in surprise. You cautiously make your way over to the door, uneasy as your hands hesitate to lay on the knob. Who else could be up at this late hour?

Your eyes squint through the tiny peephole of your door, zoning in on a familiar head of messy black hair, donned in a worn out old highschool volleyball hoodie. With noticeable bags underneath his eyes matching your own, you can tell he’s been staying up as late as you have.

You can’t quite see much or well for that matter through the tiny peephole’s space, but he patiently waits outside with an uneasy look on his face, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket and pacing around anxiously on the small space on your door mat.

With your heart rate spiking back down to normal levels, you slowly open the door to him. He jumps back a little when he sees you in front of him, as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually be awake. You give him a polite smile.

“Hey, Kuroo.”

He chuckles a little, bringing his hands out of his pockets. You notice the pearly whites of his canines poking out from his lips when he grins. It suits him well. “You know it’s okay to just call me Tetsurou.”

“Right, right. My bad.”

“‘You doing alright?” He asks you worriedly, craning his head aside to check the dark of your apartment. “Heard the entire building’s power just got wiped by the storm. ‘Was told it won’t be back for another few hours.”

Of course it won’t be back for awhile, the electricians can’t really do much while the thunderstorm rages outside. You doubt anyone in the building who was asleep by now would even notice there had been a power outage tonight, most people aren’t awake at the acceptable hours of 3AM working on their overly procrastinated capstone assignment anyways to even care about the torrential rain pouring outside their windows.

“Can I come inside?” Tetsurou asks before stopping himself, backtracking hurriedly while making funny hand gestures. What was that sign he just made? It might’ve meant Apple in JSL. “I mean, if it’s okay with you. I know it’s late and all, and that you probably want to sleep but I—“

You cut him off with a giggle of your own, “Tetsurou,” his cheeks dust a light shade of pink in the darkness. Your laughter. It sounds like bells to him, akin to the raindrops that hit your windows with a light tinkle each time they fall from the clouds above. Wind chimes in the raging storm that falls around you two and lighting crackles behind him, illuminating your bright face for him.

“I don’t mind, you can come inside. You must be cold standing out here, I know I am and I’m just in the doorway.” You take him by the hand, his skin’s cold just as you expected from the frigid air as you guide him into your apartment.

He stumbles a bit through the front door “H— hey!” trying to remove his shoes by the entrance and lay them by the door mat, bringing with him two large blankets tucked under his arms you hadn’t noticed him carrying in the darkness.

Tetsurou’s eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, squinting and zoning in on the little stack of books piled up at your desk, the flashlight you were using placed just beside an open notebook. “You’re still trying to work on that assignment?” He asks, setting the blankets down on a chair as you slide into your own, clicking the flashlight on and shining it down on your pages.

“Yeah, it’s due soon.”

“There’s a storm outside.” He comments on matter of factly, chin folded into the crook of his hands as he leans on the backside of the chair. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the obviousness of the situation.

“And?”

“Just, come here.” You feel his hand reach out into the darkness, standing you up from the table with mild disagreement from you, “Relax with me a little, let’s go sit on your couch together. I brought blankets for a reason.”

“I can use one while working at the dinner table.”

The frown that tugs at Tetsurou’s lips is barely noticeable in the dark, but he whines audibly. “That sounds uncomfortable, though.”

“It’s fine.”

“Isn’t it better to huddle together for warmth?” He suggests playfully, “Y’know, no power n’ heat.”

You think his compromise over for a moment, and he senses the hesitation brewing inside your mind. “I promise it’ll be good.” Lighting flashes outside your window for a split second, followed by the loud seismic boom of thunder that causes you to flinch in his hold. Instinctively he jumps, pulling you into a hug as your heavy breathing fills the silence of your apartment. Seconds tick by on the clock hanging on your wall, as it seems like the heartbeats of both you and Tetsurou meld into one beat.

“Are you . . .” Tetsurou looks out the window for a moment, his voice drawls on low and quiet even though the only two people here are you and him, as if he’s about to ask something he shouldn’t. “Are you scared of thunder?”

“. . . No.”

“That sounds like a yes to me.”

“I’m an adult,” You huff, trying to break out of his hold and back to your pile of due papers, “I don’t get scared by thunder like a little kid.” Tetsurou barely catches the “anymore” you mutter underneath your breath. His hold on you not only tightens but he drags you to the couch, much to your protests and complaints.

“You’re not a very good liar,” he grins, plopping you down beside him before reaching over you to drape a thick blanket over your shivering body, were you always this cold? You try to move your hands to lift the blanket off, to stand up but it’s heavy. It traps your arms underneath it, feeling like he condemned you to the couch.

“Is this blanket weighted?” You ask and he hums, draping the other one he bought over himself with a relaxed sigh. “Yeah, I’ve found they’re really good for rainy nights.” You can’t deny that now that you’ve gotten a taste, having this is almost like having a barrier from the cold rain and air outside, and you’re already warmer than you were just a few moments ago.

You wrap it tighter around your body, the fabric smells like him. “Thanks, Tetsurou.” Another crackle of lighting blasts inside your living room through the window, peeking through the gap of your curtains as thunder follows closely in suit. It’s louder this time, and seemed to be a lot closer to your apartment than the others. Your hands slam over the cups of your ears to shield them from the thunderous booms, they feel weighed down by the heavy blanket as you bury your head into the thick material, closing them as like an extra precaution from the storm outside.

You don’t even realize you’re shaking until you feel a hand smooth over you back. Tetsurou’s.

You can barely make out his voice with your hands blocking your hearing, “Are you okay?” It’s muffled and quiet, and his hand rubs soothing circles into your back as you barely manage to move your head to a nod. More thunder comes and Tetsurou’s eyesbrows knit together as you frantically switch to shaking your head no, feeling it drop further into the blanket in shame. Your heart in sync as the storm outside won’t stop taunting you.

The small raindrops that crash against your window feel like they’re right up against your ears, the bright lighting that races across the sky’s edge stings your eyes to look at it, even if you shut them as tight as can be. And that god awful thunder, the thunder that makes you feel like your dingy apartment might crumble underneath it’s roar, crashing to the floors below as the trees outside cave in on you from above.

“This is so embarrassing . . .” Tetsurou hears you mutter as you lift your head to the side to face him, fear is written all over your features and you look like you’re about to cry in the presence of your next-door neighbour. Your voice cracks, and you think you’d prefer if the floor underneath you did fall through after all. “I just really hate storms . . .”

A weak chuckle escapes your lips as you wipe away the tears that prick at your eyes, attempting to lighten up the situation for Tetsurou. You don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable by crying in front of him when you were the one who invited him in, “I guess I really am still a little kid, afraid of thunder and lighting like I’m still four.”

Tetsurou doesn’t laugh at your self deprecating jab, and you feel your stomach drop at the lack of a response. Would you have preferred if he laughed? No, not really— but it felt awkward to have only silence between the two of you in the heat of the moment. His hazel eyes seem to twinkle in the darkness when he blinks, and he wraps an arm around you before pulling you into his chest, you let out an alarmed squeak involuntarily from his actions, and the heartbeat in your chest magnifies to the sound of the thunder that you’re so scared of outside.

His own heartbeat is loud too, now that he has you leaning on his chest like this. The wild thumping and beating, is that from you? You feel stupid for getting excited over that possibility, but as you look up from your spot you catch his eyes, tired and still beautiful as both his arms envelope you in a deep hug. He covers your ears with the palms of his hands, red crawls up the skim of his neck and ears in the darkness.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you quietly, flinching when you snuggle deeper into his chest, the scent of his home shirt being the same as the one on the blanket he brought over but stronger. The smell of clean linen from his laundry detergent sticks to the material of his shirt, and you can’t stop yourself from blurting out “Did you just do the laundry before coming over?”

This time it’s his turn to laugh nervously, “Yeah . . .” his head rests atop yours, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It fills his senses, it’s not overpowering or overwhelming at all.

Maybe because it’s you.

“I didn’t want to smell bad when I came over . . . Is that— is that bad?”

“. . . No,” you decide, a content smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not.”

Suddenly the loud sounds of the storm that had you once afraid and cowering in fear seem to drown out from Tetsurou’s cupped hands over your ears, but you know they’re just as strong now than they were earlier, and perhaps even stronger as the night drags on. But in Tetsurou’s embrace, underneath the blankets he brought from home that smell just like him, wrapped up in his arms and snuggled up against his chest; you think you’ll be okay.

“Stay with me,” you eke out without thinking, and a part of you hopes he didn’t hear because you’re worried you’ll ruin the tranquility of whatever you have now— that this moment is only temporary, all will be over by tomorrow morning when the technicians come to fix the apartment’s power outage at 6AM, and you’ll both go back to treating each other as just neighbours. That you’ll pretend you never snuggled together when you had no power and no heat, and you never said the words you’re about to say to him now. “Please, don’t go . . .”

To your surprise, a soft kiss is pressed to the crown of your forehead as Tetsurou’s wild hair tickles at your skin, the erratic beat of his heart thumping wildly in your eardrums. He looks just as nervous as you do, lips suddenly dry and throat closed up when he tries to speak. After a disgruntled groan, the two of you laugh as once more does lightning flash across the sky, with thunder coming in it’s place moments later, hand in hand as always. Just as you expected.

But this time you’re not scared, not when he next whispers out the words you’ve longed to hear since you were a little kid during these storms, not when he cuddles you closer to his chest and brings his lips close to yours before tilting your chin up and capturing you in the sweetest of kisses, his lips perfectly molding to fit yours as he mutters in between the short breaths of air with a smile that rivals the brightness of the lighting you were so scared to gaze into from outside the windows.

“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

Raindrops continue to fall from outside, thunder and lightning work as a terrifying duo in sync as they torment the nature. But it all seems significantly less scary now. Underneath the onslaught of rain, the continuous lightning and thunder you’ve feared since childhood, the annoying lack of power— you found something able to strike against even the worst of thunderstorms, and something better to indulge your night in than your assignments that lay long forgotten beside your flashlight on the dining table far away from you and Tetsurou on the couch, warm underneath the blankets together bundled up to escape the cold air.

You found Tetsurou Kuroo.

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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Sitting on his lap all day wasn't your plan at all. You have no other choice but to stay still as he isn't finished with the large book he is reading, not even glancing in your direction. Your knees buckle from the uncomfortable position he put you in. Once in a while clamping his legs to you not slip down. Just the other side of the book he is smirking devilishly enjoying your hopeless state as your back arches from sitting too long, rubbing and stretching your delicious neck that he marked up as his when you entered your shared apartment. It was your fault, that you got yourself in this. Getting all dolled up for a single date. Guys staring at your mouth-watering body. You knew he didn't like when you were dressed up that pretty in public, acting like a tease and all. He was the only one you could get all worked up for and you will understand that from now on.

-> AKAASHI, ushijima, KITA, sakusa, osamu, oikawa, IWAIZUMI, KUROO, TSUKISHIMA.

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rinsaint · 2 years

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I need more of loser suna or any other hq character pleasee ur writing is amazing😩❤️

Loser! atsumu who is secretly a pervert :(( He stares under your skirts in class when you bend down to pick something up and gets hard at the sight. He thinks about pinning you against a wall and fucking you until the only word you know is his name. So when you tutor him after school, he can’t help but keep looking at the valley of your breasts, imagining his cock between it. And he gets hard and he’s so so embarrassed about it and when you point it out, you yell at him telling him how ‘You’re a fucking pervert, you nasty fuck.’ ‘You’re so fucking pathetic.’ And he remembers those words because later on he fists his cock to the thought of it.

Loser! bokuto who is not really a loser but people call him that cause he’s such a himbo. He’s such an airhead so it’s so easy to just use him :(( He thinks you’re with him because he’s actually a pretty decent guy but you’re only with him because the sex is so fucking good. He babbles into your neck as his cock fucks into your pussy. Moaning into your cunt as he eats you out like it’s his last meal, and he always ends up cumming in his pants :\\ And it’s like he’s a little puppy, always following you around not letting you go anywhere by yourself. And when you try to break up multiple times with him, he’s on the brink of crying but then he tries to make it up to you by having the most toe curling sex. Whining and crying for you not to leave him, babbling on about how he needs you.

Loser! kuroo who is such a huge virgin. He’s pretty sure everyone knew that. He’s the nerd of campus and everyone comes to him for help so their work or they just either bribe him with something so he can do it all. Kuroo knew who you were, you were the girl everyone wanted around campus. He will admit, you were so fucking pretty, so when you come up to him, the most known girl in campus asking him to help you with a project and in return you’ll take his virginity, he doesn’t decline it. Even though he would’ve done it for you anyways. And when the time does come, he cums alot and he can’t stop whining when you bounce up and down on his cock. Calling him such mean, degrading, names which has his cock bucking into your pussy.

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icyhottodo178 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day One: Dry Humping- Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader

Note: This is my first time writing something like this so please bear with me. Hope you enjoy!

Contains: Sexual content, dry humping, dom!fem!reader, 18+ content.

Word count: 453 words

You were just finishing your homework as you heard your boyfriend moaning and you wondered what was going on so you decided to check what he was up to. But what you saw made you gasp.

Kuroo Tetsuro, your boyfriend, was currently humping his pillow while moaning your name and the whole scene was definitely turning you on.

“Kuroo? What are you doing? You horny boy,” You said in a sultry tone as you lick your lips and you slowly make your way to the bed. Kuroo’s movements stopped as you saw how hard he was right now and how his cock strained against his boxers.

“I-It’s not what it looks like. I-I can explain!” Kuroo said as he was blushing and he couldn’t believe that you had caught him in the act of him dry humping but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore so he decided to hump his pillow to relieve himself of his sexual tension.

“Shush baby. It’s alright and I’m not mad at you so why don’t you continue? Try not to cum straight away. Got it, baby boy?” You tell him as you watch his hazel eyes widen for a few seconds at your command but he begins to hump his pillow like he did before and he was moaning even louder than he was before.

You slowly trace your finger along his cock as you watch his body shudder at the sudden contact and you smirk at his reaction. You place your hand underneath his chin as you turn his head so that he’s facing you and you kiss his lips while he continues.

Kuroo kisses you back as you soon pull away afterwards and he moans even more since he’s almost close to cumming. You keep your eyes on your boyfriend as he whines and you can tell how desperate he is to cum.

“Ahh.. Ahh.. Please let me cum,” Kuroo begs as you nod in response and soon his movements slow down. He moans one last time as he cums in his boxers and afterwards his boxers are a mess, having a white stain on them.

“Good job, baby boy. Now come on and let’s get you cleaned up. Maybe we can continue afterwards,” You said to your boyfriend as you help him into the bathroom and you open the tabs of the bathtub before he takes off his cum stained boxers.

He steps into the bathtub as he sighs in relief while you go into the bedroom to change the pillow sheet and replace it with a new one. You put the pillow down as you wonder if you found a new kink of yours and maybe one day you could explore it with Kuroo.

So that is Day One of Kinktober complete and let me know what you guys thought of this down below in the comments. I hope you all enjoyed it and Day Two will be posted tomorrow.

This is @icyhottodo178 signing off until next time! Peace out!!

#kuroo smut #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #kuroo testuro #reader insert #female reader #humping kink #18+ post #smut #female dominance #kinktober 2023

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oiks-milkbread · 2 years

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Haikyuu husbands headcanons

Warnings: I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, but in oikawa's one he calls you "my wife", in kuroo's one there's a pads mention (which are used not only by girls ofc);

((It's 5am, hopefully there aren't mistakes))

Oikawa Tooru

- tries to be sneaky about the proposal, but you get it as soon as he tries to understand your finger size;

- when he sees you walking down the aisle he starts crying;

- will brag about you at any given chance;

- "I have to come home to my wife", "yesterday my wife cooked...", "I'll buy flowers for my wife";

- likes to watch you during your skincare routine;

- will remind you to apply sunscreen;

- a lot of compliments;

- will occasionally comb your hair or try to braid it;

- enjoys shopping with you;

- will ask your opinion about his outfit;

- massages your shoulders when you're stressed;

- always holds your hand in public;

- loves to watch the nightsky with you;

- his screensaver is a picture of you, probably while you're doing something silly,

Miya Atsumu

- you know when he will propose, you can see the panick in his eyes;

- the day before your wedding he's a mess;

- similarly to oikawa, he will brag about you at any given occasion;

- will bring home your favourite sweets;

- takes you in his arms and makes you spin;

- passionate goodbye kisses at the airport;

- loves when you take care of him when he's sick, he will be extra dramatic to have your attention;

- will glare at anyone who looks too intensely at you;

- falls asleep on your chest while you watch a series;

- always cups your face;

- hogs the sheets;

- beach dates;

- pouts everytime you don't give him attention;

- likes to bite your lower lip;

- blushes when you call him my husband;

Miya Osamu

- gives you an extra scoop of rice or let you have the last slice of pizza;

- hides his face in the crook of your neck when he's stressed or embarasssd;

- best hugger;

- always worries if you're cold during winter;

- during summer he will carry with him an extra water bottle for you;

- likes to play with your hands;

- board game nights;

- always ready to comfort you after a nightmare;

- loves to cook for you;

- blushes when you pepper his face with kisses;

- likes when you tell him stories to make him fall asleep;

- sends you cute animals videos or pictures;

- like atsumu, he hogs the sheets too;

- sometimes, instead of holding hands, you latch your pinkies togheter;

Suna Rintarou

- will repair what's broken at home;

- will protect you from bugs, catches them and let them go outside the house;

- neck bites;

- will make you tea;

- has a special ringtone for you;

- park dates;

- will switch on the ac so you have to hug him in order to stay warm;

- knuckles kisses;

- he likes when you take care of his hands, especially after a long volleyball practice or a difficult match;

- puts a blanket on you while you nap on the sofa;

- will complain if your feet are cold;

- then he will buy some fuzzy socks for you;

- reminds you to take the umbrella with you if it's going to rain;

- will order take outs if you don't want to cook;

- will complain a little bit if you ask him to do something he doesn't want to do, but he will still do it;

Kuroo Tetsurou

- on your wedding day he seems calm and dashing, inside he's a mess, his hand become cold and sweaty;

- corny jocks;

- back hugs;

- he likes to go to the library with you and talk about books;

- he's the one that complains to the waiter if your order is wrong;

- always brings pads and painkillers with him, in case you need them during a date;

- loves when you scratch his back or play with his hair;

- he kisses you before getting up in the morning;

- cafe dates;

- let you choose what to listen to when you're in the car;

- has a picture of you and of your wedding on his desk;

Akaashi Keiji

- always asks if you ate;

- reminds you to drink water;

- sometimes he gifts you flowers out of the blue;

- drives you to doctor appointments;

- will remember every important date;

- likes when you remove his glasses to kiss his lids;

- secretly wishes you pull his tie to kiss him;

- sometimes he just wants to be the little spoon;

- forehead kisses;

- calls you my love;

- never forgets to text you goodnight if you're apart;

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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Haikyuu Male Character(s) x Male Reader Inserts

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Disclaimers!

All male readers paired with male characters.

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Art not mine, created by Rhyme with Rachel.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please like, comment and/or reblog their work!

Unlikely Partner

Sugawara Koushi x Male!Reader

Summary: Meet the unlikely partner of Sugawara

Brother

Tsukishima Kei x Male Reader

Summary: You were Kiyoko’s younger brother, and somehow you ended up with the not so lovable Tsukishima Kei, what would happen as the team learns of your relationship?

The Setter’s Boyfriend

Kageyama Tobio x Male!Reader

Summary: Kageyama has a boyfriend, though the team don’t really believe him

Taken Man

Kageyama Tobio x Male!Reader

Summary: Kageyama found himself in a predicament, he doesn't know how to say he's a taken man.

headphones

Kuroo x top!male!Reader

Summary: in which pornstar kuroo accidentally walks in on his shy roommate jerking off and can't seem to look away

Size Kink

Ushijima Wakatoshi x male!Reader

Kuroo x intelligent himbo!Reader

Nishinoya x tall!male!Reader

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iwaizumi hajime x chubby!m!reader

Some Smut

summary: iwaizumi really just thinks you're a great catch. the saying 'many fish in the sea' stops at you because he loves you, including your body—maybe especially your body ;)

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Iwazumi Hajime x male!Reader

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Oikawa x femboy reader

ITS FEMBOY FRIDAY.

bokuto, nishinoya & tendou x male! reader