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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 27

hate sex - kuroo tetsuro x reader

word count: 2100

warnings: swearing, nsfw, reader is yaku’s sister, both of them are kinda assholes but not really lol

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Kuroo Tetsuro was a very talented individual. Because no one had the capacity to piss you off quite like he did.

You should’ve known the minute you walked into your biochem class that he would become the bane of your existence. You wished you had gotten some sort of warning when you chose your major. A sign. A whisper from the gods. Anything at all to stop you in your tracks. But no, you were here now, and you were stuck seeing him in class every time.

If only that was where it stopped. But then you discovered that he was on the college volleyball team with your brother Morisuke and apparently, they were thick as thieves. The nightmare just kept getting worse.

It’s not even that he was a jerk to you or he bullied you. You just thought he was too cocky and loud and the smirk he supported was stupid. Unfortunately, the moment he found out that you didn't like him, he made it his mission to annoy the crap out of you any chance he got.

He would make jokes about your height, or how uptight you were. He would call you dumb under his breath if you got something wrong in class, or would snicker when the teacher corrected you. He had a taunting lilt to his voice when he talked to you, like his mere words were making fun of you. It was embarrassing, and it stung a bit, but mostly it served to make you angry. Morisuke would always tell you to let it go. That Kuroo was a provocative and inflammatory person by nature, but at this point even his voice annoyed you.

“What kind of pleasure does this bring you?” You gritted out, refusing to look up at his stupid grin.

“It tingles me just right, sweets.” He replied.

“Ugh.” You made a disgusted face, giving him a look that hopefully communicated that.

“You are gross.” You responded, turning back to your book. “Now can you please leave? I have a quiz I need to study for.”

Kuroo hummed, as if contemplating your request. He leaned back in his chair, balancing it precariously on its two back legs. They squeaked in the silence of the library, making your cheek twitch.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m waiting for Yaku, remember?”

“And he told you to meet him here?” You didn’t look up at him.

“No, I told him to meet me here.”

You glared at him. “To purposely annoy me? Is that it? Why can’t you just stay away from me?”

He scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, sweets.”

You turn to him completely this time. “Then what is it, Kuroo? Why the hell are you obsessed with me? How pathetic are you?”

Kuroo stared at you incredulously. “Obsessed with you?”

He leaned forward until his face was inches from yours, eyes narrowed in anger. You nearly reeled back but held yourself in place.

“You’ve got some nerve. Thinking everything is about you. You think I give a single fuck about you? You’re just Yaku’s whiny little sister who thinks the world revolves around her. You’re not worth my time, or anyone else’s. Get your head out of the clouds or you’re going to end up taking a fall you won’t survive.”

You stared at him in shock, watching him gather his bag and water bottle before he stood up and hastily left. You stared at his retreating back, and felt anger burn through you as his words registered in your head.

You ignored the hot tears that stung your eyes.

…………………

The knock on your dorm room door startled you, and you stared at it warily. You contemplated whether you should open it or not. Maybe you could stay quiet and pretend no one was home. You weren't really in any mood to talk to people.

“I know you’re in there. The light is on.”

You nearly groaned, eyes squeezing shut. Anger boiled up in you again, and in a moment of impulse, you rushed to the door, opening it with more force than necessary.

“You've got some nerve.” Your voice shook in anger when you met his golden eyes. “Coming here after the shit you said to me today.”

Kuroo sighed, shoulders slumping. “I came to apologize for that.”

You laughed in disbelief. “What part, Kuroo? Me being whiny or me being pathetic?”

He scowled. “I didn't call you pathetic.”

“You’re getting hung up on the semantics now?!” You shrieked, stepping back to slam the door shut. Kuroo shot his foot out, blocking you from doing so.

“Excuse me? I’m not going to apologize for something I didn't even say!” He stepped inside the room, shutting it behind him so your voices didn't carry into the halls. “In fact, I specifically remember you were the one who called me pathetic. Which you still haven’t apologised for, by the way.”

“Oh my god, I hate you!” You screamed, feeling your face get hot because of how angry you were.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual!” Kuroo screamed back, stepping forward until he was right in your face. You stiffened at how he was towering over you, his chest heaving and breaths coming heavy and quick. His teeth were clenched, making his jaw tick. Your eyes tracked the movement. You watched a small droplet of sweat run down the side of his face.

You stepped forward until your lips met his.

Kuroo jerked back, looking at you with wide eyes, mouth dropped open in shock. You stared at each other for a few moments, completely silent. Then, the dam broke.

Kuroo grabbed the sides of your face, sealing your lips together in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth, giving him the opening to slide his tongue over yours. You backed up until your legs hit your bed, falling back and Kuroo following you down, not breaking the kiss. Your limbs tangled together in a flurry, attempting to rip each other’s clothes off as quickly as you could.

“Can you hurry?” You broke the kiss, glaring at him as you tugged his shirt off.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” He bit back, pulling your sweatpants off your legs.

His lips met yours in the next moment, effectively silencing you except the little moans leaving your lips. His bare body felt heavenly against yours, and for the first time you thanked the lords that he was an athlete.

He broke the kiss again, making his way down your body with his lips. He bit at your right breast, making your breath stutter.

“Of course you would like that.” He chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up, Kuroo. Don’t ruin this-” You dissolved into a moan when he licked over your nipple, biting at it slightly before sucking. You sighed at the feeling.

His hand groped at your other breast, hips grinding down. His crotch pressed between your legs, and the pressure made you whine.

“Hurry up.” You pushed at his boxers, trying to tug them down.

“Say please~” Kuroo smirked up at you. You nearly slapped him.

“Over my dead body.”

Kuroo sighed and lifted himself off your body. He slid off you slightly, making to stand up. “Well, in that case-”

“No!” You sat up, biting your lip, staring at him. You groaned. “God, I hate you.”

Kuroo chuckled. You gasped when his fingers brushed over your clothed core, before hooking a finger into your panties and pulling them off you. His fingertips dipped into your slit. Your breath stuttered.

“Kuroo.” You stared at him, his eyes dark and pupils dilated. His lips parted, tongue peaking out just a little to run over them. His fingers continued their feather-light touch.

“Please,” you gave in.

“Please what, baby?” You whined at the nickname, feeling your core pulse. God, his voice was so husky. You stared at his lips, eyes wandering to his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, to the bulge in his underwear that was hinting at how big he probably was.

“Touch me, Tetsuro.” You whispered. “Please. Touch me, fuck me. You want me to shut the fuck up? Make it happen, then.”

He was on you the next moment, teeth digging into your skin and fingers burying themselves deep in your pussy. You yelped and moaned, spreading your legs more so he could hit deeper. His fingers were so long and delicious, reaching your spot and rubbing against it just right. Within seconds, he had you seeing stars.

“You’re such a brat.” Kuroo bit out, fingers picking up speed instantly. You could barely breathe. Your body jolted under his movements. He was being so rough. “A spoiled little princess. Greedy girl. You’re even letting me fuck you just so you can get off.”

You cried at Kuroo’s words. Fuck. Why was this turning you on so much? You clenched around his fingers, and were met with the sight of his infamous smirk, except this time, it was so much hotter than any time you had seen it before. Kuroo looked like he was enjoying the crap out of this.

“Oh, you love this, don’t you?” He goaded you, curling his fingers until your back was arching off the bed. “Such a slut. What, you got a humiliation kink or something?”

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, tears swimming in your vision as your toes curled.

You should've known. This was Kuroo Tetsuro you were with. There’s no way he would let you have anything good. You nearly wailed when he pulled his fingers out, soaking wet with your juices.

“Kuroo!” You cried, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Don’t- why?!”

You didn’t even care that he was witnessing you break down over this. You were just about to have what could have been the most intense orgasm of your life and he denied you it.

“You fucking asshole-”

He shushed you, leaning over and shifting slightly. Something hard prodded at your entrance, before sinking into you in one fluid motion. Your mouth dropped open at the feeling, jaw going slack. He was big, long and oh so hard, and he grazed all the right spots as he slid into you.

Kuroo wiped the tears that soaked your cheeks, brushing his nose against yours in a manner that was almost affectionate. You stared up at him, still dizzy from your almost orgasm a few moments ago. His eyes held a glint that told you tonight was going to be brutal in the best way possible.

And you were right. Kuroo fucked you through three orgasms before he even slowed his pace. You were left a blabbering, bumbling mess by the time his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you, warm cum washing over your walls, pushing you through one more orgasm as his unrelenting fingers rubbed at your abused, swollen clit. He didn’t care when you whined at him to stop. He was merciless throughout. It was rough and hot and it made you see stars.

You didn’t even register when his body left yours, or when he came back and ran a washcloth over the mess between your legs. You turned on your side, back sore from all the arching. You were still out of breath as he tugged on his clothes, watching him fix his hair. Well, as fixed as his messy hair could get. Aside from the sweat on his face and his slightly heavy breathing, he seemed unfazed. You would think he was out for a run, not rearranging your guts.

You didn’t realize he was staring at you until a few moments later, when he leaned over to brush your hair off your face. His signature smirk spread over his lips.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had too.”

You scowled as he straightened up, making his way to the door. “What the hell do you mean ‘too’?

He didn’t answer, humming happily to himself as he tugged his shoes on.

“You aren’t the best sex I’ve ever had.” You sat up, feeling your face turn red. He gave you a look that was so smug it made you stiffen in embarrassment. You knew he didn’t believe a word you just said. You also knew that Kuroo’s already humongous ego was about to shoot through the fucking roof.

“You’re not.” You mumbled. Kuroo pulled the door open, still supporting the insufferable smirk on his face, giving you a teasing wink.

“You’re not, Kuroo!” You called behind him as the door clicked shut. Sighing, you flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling and ruminating on everything that had just happened.

Fuck.

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mavrintarou · 1 year

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[12:05 PM] Kuroo Tetsuro - A/B/O

I know you guys might have anticipated part 2 to Oikawa's story but I'm still finishing up on it! And to everyone who asked to be on the tag list - yes you all will be added and notified :) but here's a little distraction in the mean time...

Warning: explicit smut; A/B/O related explicit contents; Kuroo just being... Kuroo. .

Kuroo Tetsuro narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his favorite coworker.

Y/l/n Y/n has been quiet with him all morning, giving him a quiet greeting in the morning and completely and totally ignoring him. He wanted to tease her about her attire but something about her vibe made him think twice if he didn’t want to get chewed up.

Who wears a turtle neck top with an oversize sweater that topped it with a long cardigan? Was she that cold?

She had a serious expression every time he looked in her direction, and it was concerning to him, Y/n was always happy, cute, and adorable.

What really answered his assumption that she was ignoring him was when she dodged him smoothly down the hall when called out her name. As if she did not hear him call her name, she disappeared into the women’s bathroom. Tetsuro waited five minutes outside before walking away.

He looked down at his attire, does his suit smell? He swore he sprayed his cologne on.

Tetsuro couldn’t find Y/n during lunch, normally, they all ate lunch together but she was not at the table.

“Where is Y/n?” Tetsuro asked setting his tray down. The spot across from him was usually where Y/n sat, it made it easier for them to trade food every day but today the spot was empty.

Val motioned he had a mouthful of food and swallowed, “she went home, I don’t think she is feeling good.”

Tetsuro nodded before taking out his phone out. You okay? He texted.

No response.

The rest of the day, Tetsuro was antsy. He felt hot and then cold. He noticed his sense of smell had become more sensitive all of sudden. He tugged his tie loose to the point it was hanging off around his neck. The first four top buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

“I’m leaving,” he announced, his suit jacket was in his hand, and he was out the office doors before anyone could respond to him.

He knew where Y/n lived.

Of course he would, he was her superior.

He knocked, more like pounded on her door. “Y/n, it’s me, Tetsuro.”

No response.

“Just…” he pleaded, desperately. “Are you okay? Talk to me… please?”

His phone vibrated, a text message coming through.

I’m fine, I’m good, I’ll be better in a few days. Please leave.

“No, I need to see it for myself that you’re truly okay!” he shouted, not caring that the neighbor could hear.

Tetsuro, if you must really know, I’m in heat. Leave. Now.

His eyes scanned her message five times.

His heart pounded against his chest loudly and his throat feels dry.

“Let… let me help you.”

No.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Y/n. You can trust me.”

Tetsuro can see the text bubble but it would appear and disappear.

“You can trust me, Y/n. Let me help you.”

You shouldn’t trust me.

“I trust you. You know that.” He pounded on the door again, “Y/n!”

She wasn’t texting him anymore.

Tapping on her contact, he called her.

It rang.

And rang.

Pick up the call, he texted.

He called her again.

It rang.

And rang.

Just when he was about to text her again, the other line clicked. “Y/n! Open this door now.”

“I dreamed about you.” Her voice was quiet. “This morning I dreamed about you and… I’m so ashamed. I need you to respect me and leave, Tetsuro.”

His blood shot down south to his groin, of all times, he felt himself get hard just at the sound of her calling his first name. She never called him by his first name before.

It was always Kuroo-san.

“I like you, Y/n. I like you romantically. I have liked you for a long time… it makes me feel happy… excited that you dreamed about me because…” he knocked his head against her door, “I dream about you all the fucken time.”

Tetsuro jumps when he hears the door click and steps back as the door cracks revealing Y/n, with flushed cheeks, kissable lips and reeking sweet aroma.

The door slammed shut behind him as he enters her place, he barely taken off his shoes before he already grasped her face in his large hands and brought her lips to his to kiss her hungrily.

He backed her into the hallway, and she bumped into the wall before he spared her lips for a second, “I’ve imagined this for so long…”

Her eyes drop to his lips, and she leaned forward to peck his lips before biting down on his lower lip.

The one hand resting beside her head was ready to puncture through the wall as he restrained himself.

Tetsuro has imagined many times about kissing her. With their height difference too, she would have to really push herself on the tip of her toes to reach his lips.

But at this moment, he was desperate and was bending down to meet her lips.

His hand grope her waist, finding the end of her shirt and sliding his palm underneath and the feeling of her hot skin against his only drove him crazy. He cupped her breasts and tweak her nipples, tugging and twisting.

Her soft moans urged him and ignited the flames inside of him.

“I need you,” he mumbled against her lips. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned when her barely covered pussy pressed against his bulge. If he could only get rid of his slacks and her shorts, he could slip himself easily into her. He could feel her heat searing. “Bed… bedroom… tell me where your bedroom is?”

“Down the hall, first door to the left…” she murmured against his neck, nipping and sucking the skin there.

With his long strides, he kicked open the door and move to set her on the bed. He doesn’t wait, pressing a hand down her chest to tell her to stay down while he slips off her shorts and the moment the last barrier is stripped away, her sweet scent hits him with full force.

He takes a whiff of her scent and groans before spreading her thighs apart and devouring her pussy like a sacred ripe fruit.

“Mine,” he growl, slurping and licking. “You’re mine…” forever.

No one will touch what is his…

Y/n moaned and squirm under his touch, “more…” she begged, she tugged off her shirt, touching her chest. “More…”

Tetsuro looked up while sucking her clit and thrusting two fingers inside of her at the same time. When two of his fingers slipped in easily, he added a third to stretch her out. She was so wet and so accommodating that he knew she was made for him.

Her hips tremble as he suckled her dry. “Tetsu!”

His tongue continued to flicker against her swollen nub until she as pushing his head away, crying from overstimulation.

Tetsuro smiled in satisfaction, stepping away to allow his sacred fruit to recharge as he takes off his clothes.

He is surprised by the scowl on her face as she sit upright and tug his wrist as soon as he was naked like her. He fell on top of her and the touch of skin against skin was enough for them both to lose all senses and give into nothing but passion.

She flipped him onto his back and straddled his thighs. As if she wasn’t already driving him mad, she teased him more, riding his left thigh.

“I dreamed about stroking you and sucking you off… and then before I woke up…” she runs her palm against his chest and rubs his pucker nipple between her finger tips. “You fucked me hard from behind…” She crawled forward until her mouth was centimeters away from his. “Can you make my dream come true?”

Tetsuro stared into her eyes, “anything you want, baby.”

She smiled, the smile he loves so much. She scooted back and takes his long cock into her hand; her hand alone couldn’t wrap fully around. She stroke him and taking in just the tip into her mouth.

She showed him no mercy by immediately taking him as far as she could, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

It was his turn to squirm under her touch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swore, covering his face. “This is so good… you’re too good… fuck… your mouth, baby…” He groans, “baby… please… give me your pheromones.”

This should be about her, but Tetsuro felt like he was the one in rut.

His cock twitched inside her mouth as soon as he is hit with her pheromones.

It is beyond what he could have ever imagine.

He would gladly drown in it for the rest of his life.

Never sharing this… no, he can’t even bare the thoughts of letting her go now.

“’nough…” he taps her cheek, “let me fuck you from behind now… please…”

Y/n mouth lets his hard cock go with a pop sound and shifts off of him to position herself on her hands and knees. Tetsuro comes from behind and he stares down at Y/n, waiting for him.

She looks over her shoulders at him and as soon as she felt it, his alpha pheromones, she submitted, pushing her ass higher and giving herself to him.

He runs his large hand down her lower back to her shoulder blades, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you’re mine…”

“I’m yours, yours Tetsuro…”

God, he loved how she said his name. It was as if it was hers now, he is hers.

He smiled, “and I’m yours, Y/n. Yours only.”

She rest her head on the bed, smiling. “Breed me, breed me by the end of the night... make me yours as you promise.”

He was not in rut, but that doesn’t mean the chance of breeding her while she was in heat was impossible.

Tetsuro would have to wait for his next rut to knot her and if she wasn’t already breed then, he would breed her with his knot and mark her.

“I shall,” he promise and slides his cock into her pussy in one thrust.

He takes a few second to allow them both to come adjust. His cock is cuddled warmly and softly inside her pussy, and he never wants to be anywhere else.

He grips her hips and starts thrusting, long and hard strokes.

Her moans echo her room with the sound of skin slapping skin. Her fingers grip tightly against her comforters, holding tightly against his thrusts.

Tetsuro drapes over her, rutting as if he too is in rut. The tip of his cock is so sensitive that every time it touches the opening of her cervix, it sends shivers down his cock. His sacks, heavy with cum bounces and smacks her clit with each thrust. His nose trails along her shoulder until he can smell where her sweet scent is most radiant and as soon as he finds the spot that is emitting, he licks the spot before his teeth chomped down.

The mark wouldn’t be permanent, but it was a good enough temporary mark for now.

Her whimper and cry of his name pushed him close to the edge and Tetsuro releases the skin and withdraws, flipping her onto her back.

A hand combs his damp hair back and out of his eyes, Tetsuro’s half hooded gaze falls on Y/n’s tear streaked face. Happy tears.

“I want to see your face as I cum inside of you…” he widens her legs before teasing the tip of his cock pass her folds and gently thrusting fully. He hovers over her, keeping their eyes locked as he makes sweet love to her.

Y/n cup his face, thumb rubbing his cheeks, “I… I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers in returned, “I love you too…”

Tears slip from the corner of her eyes, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t cry…”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close.

His arms slip behind her knees and pushed her knee further into the bed, feeling his cock sank deeper.

“So close… so close – gonna cum… going to breed you…” he muttered hotly into her ear. He pounded into her thrice before his hips shake with spasm.

“Tetsu…” her weak cries resonance as she filled hotly with his cum to the point she feels the overspill. “Wait… too much…”

Tetsuro chuckles and pulls back to look down at her, “there’s no such thing as too much…” he kissed the tip of her nose. He shifts down to her chest, taking a whole mound into his mouth, swirling his tongue against her nipple.

He winced at her squeezing around his sensitive cock that he lets go. He admires how red the nipple has become under his mouth. His palm squeezes both her breasts, “I want these filled with so much milk.”

At his own statement, he feels the last ejaculation and convulse.

“How… how do you cum so much?” Y/n asked innocently, wincing at being filled to the brim. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, feeling the bulge.

Sitting upright, he leans back and slowly withdraw and immediately his cum gushes out.

“If I am correct, this is nothing compared to when I knot you…”

Her eyes widen. “You will cum even more then this?”

“Well, yes, if I don’t successfully breed you now, when I am in rut – my knot will surely impregnant you.”

Val looked at Tetsuro and Y/n suspiciously as they enter the room together a few days later. “Why… do you two… look…”

Tetsuro lifts his hand, the hand that’s intertwined with Y/n’s, “we’re together now.”

. . .

E/n: Believe it or not, Kuroo was my first HQ love... lol and then it became Sakusa and Suna... I have a thing for these dark hair 2D men.

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ya9amicide · 20 days

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♡ anime masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating tetsuro kuroo.

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angelshimaa · 4 months

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@driaswrld :: could i get maybe a meet ugly w kuroo? where like he cuts reader in line cs they were so short he rlly didn't notice em 😭😭 idk i js think that would be funny

a/n :: dria bby hai ! i'm so sorry this is coming out so late, but i hope it's what you wanted :) gn!reader, reader is short(er than kuroo)

event (closed).

maybe he should stop making bets.

the thought sits on kuroo’s mind as he scans the video game store, looking for the games he owes kenma. he doesn’t even remember what the bet was about— proof of just how long he’d put doing this off.

however, tetsuro fancies himself a man of his word, no matter how long it takes him to get there.

after some help from the staff, he finally has the game series in his hand. kenma had been smart about his conditions; this one would do a number on his wallet. regardless, kuroo goes to stand in line, eager to get this over and done with.

as if he had any plans.

“excuse me.” he hears a voice call out, to nobody in particular it seems. he thinks nothing of it, focusing on the moving line more than anything else, until someone behind him taps on his shoulder, repeating their words with a more urgent tone.

when kuroo turns and looks down, he’s met with a less-than-pleased expression on a pretty face.

“oh, hey— didn't see you there. what's up?” you watch his lips curl up into a grin, one that you don't take too kindly to, regardless of how attractive this stranger might be.

“you cut into the line. the end is behind me.” you deadpan, gesturing backwards and kuroo’s eyes follow— there are two people that come in to line up behind you. his eyes trail back to you and you stare pointedly at him, arms folding over your chest with the game you plan to buy clutched in your hand.

“...sorry, beautiful, but i’m pretty sure i didn't cut.” play dumb; that was his plan. he was here now, and he just didn't feel up to losing this spot. even if it wasn't his. amber eyes look over you, trying to see if the nickname might have flattered you even in the silence.

the way you glare at him hints at quite the opposite effect he wanted.

“i’m telling you that you did.”

“...and i’m telling you that i’m sure i didn't.”

“i don't really care how ‘sure’ you are, it doesn't change the fact that you pushed into the line. now, i don't know if your eyes always fail you, but i said the end is right there.” you hope you're articulating your agitation as much as you feel it spreading through your body, it was making your fingertips tingle a little. you had places to be, and you weren't about to let some jerk delay you any longer.

kuroo watches the way you try to tell him off, tracing over every word your lips form— you're cute. cute enough that your sentence practically bounces off him and though he knows he probably shouldn't, he lets his grin spread wider, suddenly entertained.

“my eyes work pretty well, darling— they just aren't used to picking up such... small things.”

he likes watching your face contort into offense; your eyebrows furrowing and creasing your skin, your lip dropping a little so you're gaping at him the slightest— looks like he found a trigger.

“excuse me?”

the cashier, who looks too tired to really care about this disagreement, calls for the next in line, which now happens to be him. you can smell the smugness in how he takes a step closer and pays for the games he's purchasing, and you feel like hurling a few colourful words at him.

irrational? maybe, but such an antagonising face brought it out of you so unexpectedly easy.

“well then,” kuroo has the nerve to keep smiling at you while he grabs his plastic of purchases, the little shit. he heads towards the exit, tossing you a half-hearted wave goodbye with his back to you. “see you around, shortie.”

“i’d rather not, you pig,” you huff, getting a little annoyed with yourself for not biting back with venom. your eyes follow him out the door, narrowed at so much audacity.

kuroo grins— you're sure to remember him now. he reaches into his pocket and gets his phone out before notifying kenma that he's finally got his games.

maybe he'll accompany kenma whenever he visits the store from now on. he probably (definitely) owes you an apology of some sort, and he can't say he doesn't feel intrigued at the thought of your paths crossing again.

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cozyrecords · 6 months

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Volleying Love

Here's another post for one of my favourite characters, Kuroo Tetsurou <3

I hope you guys enjoy reading this and any suggestions are welcome!

Kuroo is an all-time famous volleyball player and there is no denying that but so is the fact that he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Nekoma. You guys have seen each other's most vulnerable sides to the most embarrassing moments. Not to mention also the times when you guys have been in a really heated argument once but thankfully made up just in time.

Of course, you guys were nothing more than just best buddies, right? Or so you thought...

"Y/N, my beloved...I have missed you a ton!" Kuroo dramatically clutches his heart, entering the class.

"I think you guys met yesterday?" Lev questions, showing the recent post on Kuroo's social media where he took your picture while playing claw machine at an amusement park.

You rolled your eyes, shook your head, and released an annoyed sigh. "I miSSeD yoU ToO."

"Anyways, you know the drill, right? Match at 6 pm today." Kuroo winks at you and puckers his lower lip when he sees you gagging at his gesture.

"Kuroo, I will f*cking bury you alive if you do that again." You slightly smack his arm.

Kenma snickers without diverting his attention away from the game. Meanwhile, Lev and Kenma go to their classes and your homeroom teacher enters the class and asks you guys to open the textbooks.

"Heyy..psst!"

You feel your chair being kicked by someone and turn sideways to come face-to-face with Kuroo.

"What do you want, idiot?"

"You." He smirks.

Your eyes widen and your body goes into a defensive mode but even before you realize what's happening, you feel your hair being ruffled by him.

"Looks like someone fell for that." He cackles and it immediately makes your eyes all watery so you blink rapidly and turn around to get a pencil.

"F*ck off, Kuroo. I- I almost threw up at your words." You slightly quivered, throwing the pencil at him.

"Oww, what did I even do?" He whisper-shouted at you.

Kuroo felt a paper ball hit his shoulder and he looked back to Yaku who signed to that paper ball to be opened.

'You are dumb as fuck'

"Yaku-san! Come on..not you too?"

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After classes, you go to the canteen to buy snacks for the game. You contemplated whether to buy Kuroo's favourite drink because he will be getting tons from his fans.

"OMGG! I CAN'T WAIT TO GIVE THIS TO KUROO."

"NOO...I WILL BE THE ONE TO GIVE HIM BEFORE THE MATCH."

You sighed in annoyance after hearing a few girls from your school competing about who would hand him the drinks first.

"Getting jealous much, are we?"

You whip your head towards the owner of the voice to see Lev standing behind you. He cackles as he takes a glance at your serious face.

"Hahaha...why would I be jealous? And that too because of those girls??? Over Kuroo???? Please." You said averting your eyes away from his.

"Y/N, who are you even kidding? Don't you think its time you tell him about how you feel?"

"Lev, I think you misunderstood the whole dynamic we both have. He is just my best friend and nothing much. Stop having these unrealistic ideas." You were calming yourself from becoming agitated.

"Are you telling that to me or to comfort yourself? Y/N, you don't have to be honest with me but be honest with yourself at least." You noticed his face being stoic, void of any hint of playfulness.

"Let's go. I think you are getting late too." You tried breaking the conversation.

Lev gasped looking at the time on his phone and stormed to the gym before yelling a 'see you after the match.'

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You arrive at the volleyball court to get a spot on the bleachers and just to your liking, you get to have a good view from there. Letting your eyes wander all over the room, they take a pause at your best friend, who is engaged in a serious conversation with the coach along with other members.

Taking a glance at his body, you pay attention to his strong physique consisting of his sharp jawline, strong biceps, and relaxed yet fit posture. Has he always been this manly? Or am I just going crazy?

All of a sudden your thoughts were interrupted by the whistle indicating that the match started and you scrunched your face in disgust for even thinking about Kuroo in this way.

Everyone started screaming as the members jogged up to the middle of the court to greet the other team. You noticed Kuroo spotting you in the crowd and smiled in acknowledgement, waving his hand slightly at you. The most unexpected thing happens as you shoot a tight-lipped smile in response, your heart races slightly at this interaction.

The match started and as usual, you saw the other team get beaten into a pulp by the ruthless Nekoma and more so

"We see our reliable middle blockers block the ball with ease and have it tossed with an unimaginable speed to the other side...aandd one point to Nekoma!" The commentator excitedly screams as Nekoma scores a point.

As the match goes on, you become engrossed in the game as usual but you start noticing something. This match was filled with energy, determination and the zeal to play more and win however you also observe a change in Kuroo. He seems bold and draws more attention than usual which captivates you even more. His spikes and blocks are intense, and he is leading the team with unparalleled intensity.

That is when it clicks so you realize that it is not just his playing but also his attitude and the way he looks at you amidst the crowd. His gaze keeps finding you, and every time he scores or gives an incredible block, he flashes a smile filled with fondness which you have only seen once or twice. It's as if every point he scores is a message meant for you. Having said that, he is revealing a side of himself that you have never seen before. Am I being delusional? Why would he do that? You think to yourself.

As the match reaches its final state, you are torn between admiring Kuroo's exceptional performance and the confusion regarding his behaviour. Nonetheless, you shake your head to remove any other thoughts just to focus on the game.

The crowd finally breaks into cheers as Kuroo and Kenma team up for the last point to make a spectacular play, attaining the victory. Your eyes moistened as you smiled and made tiny jumps in excitement. Similarly, Kuroo was being thrown in the air and caught by his teammates in joy but all he cared was about you.

You watched as Kuroo squeezed himself in between the ecstatic crowd and made his way towards you, his face glistening under the bright lights and a smile that reached his eyes. And that is when the realization hits you like a ton of bricks and you are left in shock. Kuroo is in love with you as much as you are in love with him.

But even before you can move, your peripheral vision registers a frenzied fan making her way towards Kuroo, who seems to be oblivious to the surroundings, keeping his focus solely on you. In an attempt to prevent her from running towards him, you blocked the way but what happened next made the gym fall into a horrified silence.

The scene unfolds to the fan slapping you hard enough to be shoved to the ground as you try to protect your best friend. Cheers have been ceased and the atmosphere shifts from celebration to disbelief.

Your cheek aches with a stinging sensation, gradually swelling and the force of your head hitting the ground makes you slightly dizzy. His face fades as your vision becomes blurry both from the tears and dizziness, so you try your best to not fall unconscious.

Kuroo's movements slow down but his pace increases as his jaws set in a tight line, fists clenched and his face reddens with wrath clouding his eyes. It was obviously unacceptable and his hiking frustration was just as threatening as him.

However, as soon as he looks at you, trying to withhold the pain, he rushes towards you without any care for his anger. He takes a deep breath not wasting another moment, and picks you up in an instant carrying you to the infirmary. You could only listen to a few of the team members asking Kuroo to take care of you while they deal with that fan.

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"Hey, hey...Look at me. Don't worry, I am here, here with you. I've got you so you're going to be okay." His voice was laced with concern along with a subtle tremble in his voice due to the exhaustion.

"Kuroo...I am- I am alright..." You wince lightly trying to stay awake.

"Let's talk later okay? We need to get you a first aid."

He took a turn to the medical room and the doctor quickly takes you to the room. She asks him to stay out for a while and you could make out his reluctance, so you smiled fondly at him. You nodded a bit, raising your thumbs to subtly indicate that you will be alright.

"Thankfully you didn't have any concussion but I would still advise you to get a checkup done at the main hospital." The doctor smiled at you, giving you an ice pack for your cheek.

"Thanks, doc." You peeped through the door, looking at Kuroo who is fidgeting his legs and hands, taking ragged breaths.

"I will let your friend come in so you keep the ice pack for now."

He got up from his seat and dashed through the door. His eyes softened at the sight of you and you signaled him to sit on the chair by the bed.

"Hey, precious...how are you feeling right now?" His gentle touch on your hair made you almost cry because this soft side of him is genuinely making you feel emotional.

"My cheek stings justttt a bit." You snickered to ignore another nickname he used, stressing on 'just' in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

His hand slowly dropped to the swollen cheek, grazing it so delicately as if it's made up of glass. But his face was painted with a stoic expression. "I am gonna make sure she is suspended from all our games."

You couldn't help but be moved by Kuroo's protectiveness, though you might have been grateful if it was anyone else instead of Kuroo but it's just different. After being friends for so long, your newfound feelings towards him made your chest tighten in fear. What if you were wrong about Kuroo? What if he just put an extra amount of dedication to the game and did not convey something to you- but you felt a rush of emotions as a consequence of his undeniable tenderness in his actions.

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Tetsu, there is something I need to tell you," you began, ignoring the mini shock you got from using his first name. He turned to you, in an instant as it was rare of you to use his first name unless you have a favour to ask him or when you mess up things. His eyes showed you the assurance you needed. So you took a deep breath and uttered the words which have been tugging your heart ever since.

"I...I like you. And not as a friend."

Pretending to not observe how his eyes bulged out and jaw wide open in astonishment, you continued. "Seeing you play and the way you looked at me today, it...it gave me the benefit of the doubt that you might be having a tiny....really a tiny bit of feelings towards me. I love you, Tetsu. 'Like' is just a small word in comparison to the amount of love I have towards you."

You mentally prepared yourself to be laughed at but had a small hope of being on the side where your love is reciprocated. But what is giving you a hard time is that the room fell into a brief silence making you anxious, so you look at Kuroo for an answer.

His face had long been void of the surprised expression and all you could see was his warm and genuine smile before he screamed in excitement. "OH...my god, Y/N! I have been waiting for you to say that! I was- I was gonna say that after the game because you took a long time to respond to my hints."

"I love you too, Y/N." He cupped your uninjured cheek and the moment felt like a dream, the pain in your cheek long forgotten as Kuroo leaned in, his lips softly meeting yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. Your arms made their way, one to his neck while the other to his hair, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss, and he didn't waste any further and tugged at your lips.

You both pulled away from each other, faces flushed at the mini-makeout session, giggling a bit.

"Your bed-hair just got worse." You grinned, smoothening out his spikes while Kuroo just sat like an obedient love-sick puppy with his body all relaxed at the familiar feeling of you.

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tetsunova · 1 year

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you don’t don’t know when you fell for him.

maybe it was the time when he surprised you, as you walked through the door. he danced around by himself to ‘fly me to the moon’ playing on the vinyl and didn’t stop when he took notice of you. instead he danced his way to you with the warmest smile you’ve seen on his face and offered you his hand. maybe it was that look of love in his eyes when you both danced that made you fall deep, and fall fast.

or maybe it was when he suddenly stopped talking about his day when he noticed how vigilantly you were listening. when you wondered why he kissed and called you beautiful; and that dammed pretty smile of his followed after which he continued talking about his day. maybe that fluttering in your stomach was a sign that your heart knew.

it could’ve also been the first time you woke up next to him in bed as he lay there stomach down and half of his back was covered by the sheets. the way the sun shimmered on the honey kissed skin made him look so handsome you could melt. he was at peace, and that was rare. with all the school work, he was stressed although he didn’t show it. but that’s the beauty of kuroo tetsuro.

as absurd as it is, the possibility of falling because of his stupid chemistry puns can’t be ruled out. regardless of one being worse than the other, you realised you wouldn’t mind listening to them for the next two years, or five, or maybe the rest of your life.

and, let’s be honest, who can resist that flat ass and thick thighs??? i mean have you seen how *censored*

of course there’s arguments, no relationships perfect it’s really surprising to you how he handles it calmly and apologises when he knows he’s wrong. he’s had his fair share of failed past relationships, specifically his family so he learnt from them, which is so so admirable. maybe that’s why you can’t stay mad at him for too long, he always makes it up to you.

but most of all, does it really matter? he’s yours. yours to call a best friend, yours to call a partner, (and a roaster too at times) and he’s yours to call home. no body else’s. you get to see him at his best and you get to see him at his worst- be there for him just as he is there for you. he’d stay up for you till 3 am to help you out for the test the next day, he’d make you soup if you were sick, get you chocolate if you were having a bad day and every goofy charming thing that makes kuroo tersuro, kuroo tetsuro.

tags: @ri-days @just-that-bi-girl @bokubear @yatsurinamikaze @sakusaww @mxtchalilies @meromelo @rinslove @suckerforsugawara @rae-main @passionateuchiha

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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My Horny Pervert

You were Kuro's classmate in common classes. You were the girl who he had his eye on from the very first lesson. He had wanted to meet you ever since, but had never courage to do so.

As soon as he learned your name, when he got home, he found your Instagram account and started following you. While reviewing the pictures you added to your profile, after a while, he became addicted to your pictures.

He seemed to melt in the face of her beauty. He was struck by her beauty at first sight, but did not fall in love. You were extremely sweet, beautiful and sexy to him.

He had no idea what this ridiculous feeling meant.

He had a collection of your photos on his phone and computer.

He's been your pervert for the last two months, and he's been in front of the computer almost every evening, opening one of the pictures he's downloaded to his computer and masturbating looking at your face.

He imagined your beautiful lips grabbing his dick and licking it with your tongue like you're licking ice cream.

Panting, pumping his dick up and down, he yelled your name, told you to look at his dick, and was finally pointing his dick at your picture on the computer screen and cumming on the screen.

He wanted all the semen he squirted not on the screen, but in his mouth or even in your stomach.

Yes that was true. He wanted to have sex with you. He almost went crazy imagining your cunt getting soaked for him while he jerked off to you.

Just imagining the wetness of your cunt was enough to lift his cock and set the stage for his second orgasm.

Every part of you was burning with the feeling of fucking. He pictured your hot body lying on your bed for a moment, your hands cuffed to the headboard of the bed, that sexy voice begging him to fuck you.

He would even sell his soul to the devil to make all these dreams come true.

When she watches you from afar, always your sexy hips he was perving on. Especially when he saw your hips swaying left and right as you walked, he almost forgot that he was in public and would jerk off against you again. He got up when he saw her hips shake. Even the feeling of those hips in his lap was enough to precum

Only when his friends called his name was he awakened from his perverse dreams.

He pondered and finally mustered up his courage and decided to meet you.

You had another lesson that day. He managed to meet you under the pretext of asking something about the lesson. He had a hard time not projecting his intense sexual desires on you.

He could've fucked you right there if no one was around.

While talking to you, he was lost in his perverted dreams again.

This time in his imagine, he's in the classroom where you two are alone, locking the door, closing the curtains, and then starting with a passionate kiss on the lips, then placing you in his lap on his hardened dick. He leaned into your ear and whispered

"Do you want too?"

You were willingly answering yes to him.

"Then suck my dick bitch who's been craving your sexy lips all this time!"

You obediently comply with Kuro's request, saying, "Ayeaye, sir."

You take your whole big and thick cock in your mouth and keep licking and sucking, moving your head back and forth until you empty it.

Finally Kuro cums in your mouth, ejaculates the rest of his semens in your face

“Look at you! You’re starving for semen, whore! Tell me, is your pussy wet enough to be fucked?"

"Yes sir. My pussy is too wet for you”

“Can I fuck your wet cunt?”

“You don't even have to ask”

You were ready to be fucked yesterday. You unzip your pants and lower your pants and underwear

Kuro points to the teacher's desk

“Lie down on the desk and open your legs”

You do what you say. Kuro gets quite aroused when she sees the shine of her wet cunt. He can't wait to get his dick in the pussy. First, he collects all the wetness on his clitoris with his hand. He also licks the wetness on his fingers

“You taste so good. I want to eat and fuck this cute cunt at the same time"

Just as he was picturing his dick into your pussy, he woke up when you waved to his staring eyes.

"Hey! Kuro-kun? Are you alright?"

“Huh?”

“You ruminated”

Kuro put his hand on your neck and grinned at you shyly.

“Oh, is it? Sorry. I was going to say something y/n-chan"

“Yes Kuro-kun?”

“Well… how about having a coffee with me after class? Besides, you can help me with that subject that I don't understand about the course.

“Of course I will help. It's good for me to have a coffee after class, too. Because the teacher's monotonous lecture makes me sleepy"

After class, you went to the school cafeteria and bought two coffees. You were both drinking coffee and answering Kuro's questions.

No matter how much you said, Kuro would never listen to you. Although he seemed to be listening carefully to what he was saying, there was only one question in his mind. He was wondering if you were going to have sex with him like your dreams.

Even your voice turned him on. As you continued to tell her about it, she was dreaming of you blowing her under the table.

He must have been swept away by the ghost, for within seconds he felt his boxer's scorch, covered with hot liquid, and soaking wet. This made him startle

“Kuro-kun? What happened?"

“Ahh y/n-chan…nothing I just shuddered that's all. What were you saying last?"

“I was saying…”

You told me for minutes and you told me. But what you said went in Kuro's one ear and out the other.

He wanted to go home as soon as possible and jerk off by imagining you in front of the photos.

Even though he had only just gotten to know you, the fact that he had been watching you from afar all the time had something to do with him being so horny.

Whatever he did, he would find a way to have sex with you for once. Otherwise his right hand wouldn't be able to handle it after a while.

He wanted to experience the pleasure of ejaculating into your warm womb. Your stimulative depraved moans should have invaded her ears as he slapped your wet cunt hard.

He wanted to fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to go home the next day, maybe for days, because you wouldn't be able to walk, and he would host you in his house for a while. So you both could spend more time

When he got home, he lay on the bed and started scrolling through Instagram. The first thing he did was go to your profile and look at your sexiest picture.

In the picture she was looking at, she was wearing a green and white polka dot bikini. The cleavage of the bikini was a bit too much, revealing your fuller breasts more.

Kuro's hardened cock should be between those sexy tits right now.

Kuro couldn't help his erection against your sexy boobs. She pulled down the black sweatpants she was wearing. She stripped her boxer. His hardened instrument seemed to pop out.

He wrapped his hands around her cock and started pumping it back and forth rapidly. She kept her eyes on her picture, chanting her name at the same time.

“Y/N…Y/N…”

“Y/N… look at my dick! Take my big cock between your boobs”

“Y/N…Ahhh! Y/N”

Within minutes, he groaned, mumbled, and after about five minutes he emptied onto the phone screen.

He was out of breath.

Once her breathing was even, she pulled up her pants and cleared her phone.

“I'm going to ejaculate my semens all over your body y/n. My cute little whore"

He then scrolled through his profile a little more. She didn't like his pictures the first time, so as not to raise suspicion. But now that he can communicate with you, he could like a few of your photos and get your attention.

He liked a few of them, choosing from photos of you looking particularly sexy

We don't know if it's a coincidence, but at that moment, the notifications on Kuro's account showed that you liked his photos too.

And right after he got a text from the DM

“Thanks for the likes Kuro-kun!”

This message also came from you. A triumphant smile spread across Kuro's face. But it was more of a devilish grin

“Now you're in my hands y/n,” he said as his fingers went to the keyboard to answer you.

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It will be continue in Part 2

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rinslove · 2 years

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Hi! Thank you for doing my previous ask! I loved it(≧▽≦), this time can i request some jealousy headcanons for Atsumu, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kuroo and Oikawa? Like what kinda things ticks them off and how do they handle it?Thank you 💕

HQ BOYS AND JEALOUSY

featuring: miya atsumu, nishinoya yuu, hinata shoyo, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru

warnings: themes of jealousy, 'princex' as a pet name

autumn's note: ahh i love this so much 😭 i hope you like it, i did only write one scenario per person because i was worried it might get repetitive so it's a little short

# MIYA ATSUMU

he tries not to show it, but he can get pretty jealous when he sees you with his teammates

especially when he's hosting a party and you're sat surrounded by his teammates

he'll come over and force himself between you and whoever is by your side and wrap an arm around your shoulders

"what are we talkin' about, hm?"

# NISHINOYA YUU

noya never thought he'd find himself getting jealous when he travelled with you, but he discovered just how wrong he was to think that after only a few weeks

he hates to see men from foreign countries hit on you, asking if you need someone to show you around the city

he won't be quiet about it either, the second they're coming into you he's barking about how you're both dating

so much so the men almost run away

"hey! that's my s/o! get lost! yeah, you better run!"

# HINATA SHOYO

he doesn't get jealous easily, and even when he does get jealous he's pretty calm about it

the thing that gets him jealous the most is when you're talking to kageyama, which shocks himself more than anything

when he sees you talking to kageyama alone, laughing with a wide smile, he walks over immediately

he's smiling so widely both you and kageyama are suspicious, but kageyama doesn't realise like you do what shoyo is doing

"hey, kageyama-san! feels like we haven't talked in forever!"

# KUROO TETSUROU

he is so embarrassingly obvious when he's jealous, and he's made jealous pretty easily

but nothing ticks him off more than when you spend time alone with his friends

he trusts you and them, so he knows he shouldn't be, but he just can't help it

he'll somehow hunt you down every single time and gatecrash the get-together, requesting you to stand so he can sit and you can simply sit on is knee instead

and you and his friends all know what it is he's doing, but he'll do nothing but deny

"eh? what do you mean, y/n? i saw your car outside and just wanted to say hi! now, are you going to sit or will we just go home?"

# OIKAWA TOORU

he's made easily jealous, but not a lot gets him to show just how jealous he is

the only thing that does is when he sees you conversing with (albeit rarely) ushijima

he caught you two talking once and you've never seen him more jealous, despite knowing that the two of you were close

he wraps an arm around you and smiles sickeningly at ushiwaka as he leads you away, but not before saying,

"oh, there you are, princex! ive been looking for you everywhere. come, now. i hear he's a murderer."

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lexinympho · 2 years

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Reader who deflects compliments

Kuroo, Suna, Kunimi, Himekawa & Bokuto x gn!reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff (this whole thing is very soft ngl), a bit of angst, established relationship in the first 3 parts, kinda insecure reader, halfway proofread lol

A/N: Not me prematurely posting another fic😩This is my first time ever doing a headcanon list with multiple characters, so forgive me for this one being pretty rusty and excessively lengthy. Take a shot everytime you see the words "compliment", "praise", and "comment" lol

Kuroo

Tetsuro took every chance he could to throw compliments your way, not necessarily because you're his s/o, but complimenting you is something he finds joy in (your reactions are something he lives for). And since he loves doing it, it didn't take him very long to notice what kind of compliments you have trouble accepting, particularly ones that praise any effort you've put into something. If he commented on your hair, you'd deflect by saying you didn't do much to warrant a comment. If he said he loved how you decorated the room, you'd respond by saying you could've done more. If he even says you did a good job cleaning the dishes, you'll just say you wish you didn't take so long.

He tried to chalk it up to you simply not being used to compliments pertaining to your hard work, but couldn't keep doing so after a while of you repeatedly doubting yourself.

Things came to a head when he watched you work tirelessly on an art project for 2 weeks. It was a big project, one that he's had to pull you away from on numerous occasions so you'd take a break; he knew how much effort you were putting into it not just for a good grade, but for your personal expectations as well. When he commented positively on the art project as its due date nears, he wasn't the least bit surprised when you turned to him apprehensively.

"Um," your eyes flickered back and forth between him and the artwork as you fiddled with your fingers, "are you sure? Not that I don't believe you, but I'm not finished with it, so-"

"[Y/N], it really looks good. If anything, it looks like you're pretty much finished with it."

"...But I feel like this part-"

"I'm serious." He cut you off with a pinch to your side to rid you of any tension, then said with an easy smile, "You only have so much time to work on it more anyways."

You didn't look entirely convinced, but you went along and said, "Yeah, I guess."

He finally decided to speak up as he sat beside you, "Why do you do that anyways?"

"Hm?" You looked back to see him fixating you with a small frown, then asked somewhat cautiously to avoid upsetting him, "Do what?"

"Deflect."

"...I dunno." You broke eye contact to stare at your creation and conjure an answer he'd be satisfied with, "I guess I just feel like I need to earn it or something..."

"You don't feel like you deserve a positive critique? That pains me y'know, here I am wanting to inflate your ego and yet here you are doubting your own boyfriend-"

You forced yourself to stifle a smile at his dramatic flair, "I'm sorry, but-"

"Do you really believe you have to work for any praise from me?"

"No, I mean, yes, well-"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"Shut up!" You managed to get out with the laugh he pulled from you. "It's just...weird to explain, and hard to understand."

"Try me~"

Internally thankful for him diminishing any unease you had left in you, you clasped your hands together as you began, "It's honestly not that big of a deal, I'm just so used to putting in the work to hear feedback or get a clap on the shoulder. So when I don't do as much as I would or as efficiently as I'd hope, it's unfamiliar territory hearing someone praise me regardless."

"So," he spoke from his reclined position, "you're basically not used to receiving compliments you haven't worked for?"

"I guess?" You awkwardly toyed with your fingers and added with an airy laugh as you looked back to Tetsuro, "That makes it seem like I can't handle being called attractive."

He adjusted his posture so he could lean towards you to pull your chair closer, then proceeding to lean his head on your shoulder. Wearing a contemplative but committed smile, he concluded, "Guess I'll have to flatter you so much that you're used to it."

You playfully pushed at him until he wrapped his mile long arms around your torso. You give up by that point and say "Isn't it bad to flatter? You don't want me to get used to it anyways, I might develop an ego."

He burrowed his permanent bedhead into your neck and countered, "There's nothing wrong with a bit of confidence."

"Mhm, famous last words."

He chuckled before he tightened his hold around you and looked up to meet your eyes, "I'm serious. I'll make sure you can't find it in yourself to doubt...yourself. That came out weird, but you understand, I'd rather you feel like you achieved something instead of getting frustrated with trying to meet expectations. Just do as much as you want without worrying whether or not someone will judge your efforts, your evaluation of your work always comes first and matters the most. And if you really feel like you wanted to do more, then work on it. But do it for yourself."

You wanted to say something in response to his insightful monologue, but he genuinely left you speechless. It's been a long time since someone made you feel like they weren't telling you 'it's okay for you to not do your best', 'you're only human', or 'it's not that serious', only for you to feel like you were underperforming or doing the bare minimum. Perhaps it was Tetsuro's sincerity that made his words stick in your brain much stronger than anyone else's, because you know he'd never sugar coat his words to make you feel better. He's the bona fide embodiment of honesty.

He seemed satisfied irregardless of your lack of response, "And remember that."

"...Tetsu?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"No problem." His face changed in little to no time after saying that. "Actually..." he trailed off mischievously.

"Wha--pfft!" You desperately tried and failed to push his hands away from you.

"You owe me the rest of the night now that you're finished with your project."

"I--hehehe--I'm not done-"

"It looks pretty done to me babe!"

As jubilant giggles bubbled from your chest due to his wandering fingers tickling your sides, you felt yourself believing that you'd eventually drop your bad habit with his help. You wanted to get better at taking his (and everyone else's) compliments, and he wanted you to feel good about receiving them, so there's no reason for your combined endeavors to not pay off.

It unquestionably took some time for you to get into a different mindset concerning your work ethic, but you eventually found yourself doubting your efforts less and less, not giving in to your past habit of comparing them to his compliments. It's gotten to a point where you'd confidently say you're enough to deserve his praise and affection without having to prove yourself in some way.

And Tetsuro can say with certainty he'd never grow tired of reminding you of that singular fact every moment he could.

Suna

Rintarou could only feel an odd sense of nostalgia, amusement, and the slightest bit of irritation after you made a degrading comment about your academic prowess. He invaded your study session and playfully complained about you ignoring him for your studies, which led to you saying something along the lines of, "Well I wouldn't have to study so much if I wasn't so dumb lol." That in turn prompted him to throw you on your bed and call you a polymath, something you had to look up the definition for since he wouldn't tell you.

"I'm not a polymath, that sounds so extra."

"It's a perfect description! 'A person of wide-ranging knowledge and learning' describes you to a T."

"You only picked that word because I'm cramming."

"Not gonna lie, I kinda did. But it's not extra."

"I'm not that smart-"

"Are you calling me a liar?" The question was a serious one, but the tone he used to ask it was anything but.

Your befuddled brain had trouble comprehending that however and sent you into a flurry of words (if they can be called that), "N-No but-"

"Then take the compliment, you're a genius who's cramming like crazy for a test they want to do well on." He said while delivering a heartfelt thump to your forehead with a straight face.

You waved his hand away to rub at your forehead and retort, "Geniuses don't cram. And 'polymath'? Of all words?"

A smile finally broke through, irrespective of your usual difficulty accepting his words as the truth, and he said, "No need to be modest~"

You stubbornly remained silent as you went back to your phone.

Anyone who didn't know you well would easily pass off your reaction to compliments as excessive modesty with how good you are at discreetly rebuffing their words of praise. It's a good thing Rintarou knows you well enough to understand that your 'excessive modesty' is more so you not knowing how to accept praise without seeing the downside to their words. In fact, your self-deprecating nature only truly comes out when you're alone with him, something you'd offhandedly disclosed when you assumed he wasn't listening. Not that it needed to be verbalized, he came to the conclusion on his own after some time, long before dropping the 'best friend' label between you two.

He'd normally grow frustrated from repeatedly dealing with someone else's internal issues or bad habits; having known you for so long though, he could never muster the energy to stay mad at you or blow up in your face. Especially since, as you said, you can't quite help the pavlovian responses after using them for years.

You've thankfully gotten better at not contradicting any approbation that comes your way, only stumbling on occasion when a simple 'thank you' isn't at the forefront of your mind. And though you refrain from making it a constant occurence, you show in your own ways your gratefulness for Rin's help getting you to this point. Some may think his practical nature clashes with the need for reassurance or stability, but you think that down-to-earth approach is needed.

That aforementioned gratefulness is currently being demonstrated, in your opinion, by allowing him to interrupt your study time for a cuddling session (he argued he was doing you a favor).

"What're you thinking about?" Rintarou mumbled from his place on your torso.

You put your phone down to acknowledge him, "How much you have to deal with me when-"

"I don't deal with you, I love you." His head shot up as he said that with a stern look.

"-when I get in my moods."

He laid his head back down, "Well you're doing better now, yeah?"

"Yeah, I am," you said sincerely. A blanket of serene silence settled as you ran your fingers through his hair, only to be lifted when you asked lowly, "You really think I'll do a good job on that test?"

"You're a literal brainiac, you'll be fine."

"That doesn't guarantee anything, math isn't my strong point."

He looked back up, "I think the fact that you've been locked up in your dorm room surrounded by any and all studying material and hardly replied to my texts until I broke in says you're going to pass."

Though said in jest, you feel sentimentality settle in your heart after his elongated response as you say, "Wow, you must really love me, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Some part of you takes that to heart, knowing that he truly does love you more than you could hope to comprehend. Considering how swift he is in tackling your deep-rooted insecurities and uplifting your self-esteem, you'd say his everlasting support is a testament to how fathomless his love is.

Love won't get you a passing grade on your math exam though. One look at the time had you pushing at his shoulders and saying, "Rin, get up, it's been 30 minutes."

He squeezed tighter and burrowed his face in your stomach, "You said an hour-"

"You said an hour, and I didn't agree to that-"

Kunimi

Akira is well aware of what backhanded compliments are, all too often being on the receiving end of them himself, and sometimes dishing similar comments out to others who rub him the wrong way. So when he sees you've changed your hairstyle and pulled on a jacket before the day was remotely halfway over with, he knew it probably had to do with what your classmate said earlier. She attempted to pass her comments off as genuine praise, but you and Akira were never fond of how she liked using insults disguised as compliments to get under everyone's skin. Her saying, "You should wear ponytails more often," seemed innocent enough until she tacked on, "you wear your hair down too much if you ask me." And as for the shirt, "What made you decide to dress up today?"

That one is self-explanatory.

Akira is now left sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and wondering how to approach you about what happened. Although he makes it a point to not force you into speaking your heart out, you do tend to keep mishaps to yourself (in your own words, "I don't like dumping my issues on you.") Of course he had an in-depth conversation with you about doing that, going so far to say he wouldn't mind even if you talked his ears off, something he knows isn't likely considering how little you actually speak for long periods of time. But during the few moments where you did, you mentioned once, and only once, how you had trouble taking compliments seriously because you'd oftentimes hear backhanded ones from your own family.

That gave him context as to why you used to fixate him with certain looks whenever he said something nice about you, and he never made a huge deal out of your reactions. He understood where you were coming from because you opened up and spoke to him, in spite of your previous fears of him dismissing you due to the mien of indifference he exudes around others.

Right now however, you're doing the opposite, and he's quite frankly confused.

He lazily pulled himself off the couch and travelled to the kitchen to say something (he's not sure what to say to be perfectly honest). He watched you for a bit as you flipped grilled cheese sandwiches in a pan before he stated nonchalantly, "You changed your shirt."

"I just wanted to change into something more comfortable." You answered effortlessly without looking away from the task at hand.

Good excuse. He'd call you out on it, but the fact that you're giving an excuse in the first place tells him he should proceed with caution. He leaned on the counter, listening to the sizzle of butter against the surface of the pan, and contemplates his next move. He feels pretty enervated right now, he probably doesn't have to bring up the university girl, you two could just relax for the rest of the day. Lie in bed with the grilled cheese sandwiches and watch a corny movie to poke fun at, and maybe finally have a talk later on or tomorrow, whenever you seem more open to the possibility-

That's just more trouble, he thought to himself. The statement sounds a bit mean in his head, but he knows he wouldn't be able to completely unwind with you if his mind is stuck on this. More important than that however is you being avoidant of the topic, worrying him more than he'd like to admit.

With a soft inhale, he starts-

"It's something how someone I don't care for, let alone hardly know, can affect me like that," you randomly say as you remove the sandwiches from the pan once they've reached an optimal crispness.

-only to let out a breath when you speak first.

You glanced back when you add, "I figured I might as well say something since I could feel you psyching yourself up."

He pursed his lips and returned with, "I wasn't 'psyching myself up'. Just thinking if I needed to start or if you wanted to." It's not until after hearing what you said when he realizes another thing that bothered you, probably more than the comments themself: the idea of someone who's not close to you managing to hit you where it hurts definitely isn't one that's easy to come to grips with.

"It's nothing any different from the usual, just me paying too much attention to the negatives." You finally turn the stove off and turn to look at him with a tentative expression, "I know what's her face was being kind of sarcastic, but another girl came up to me later and said my ponytail was cute. I could tell she was being legit, so that made me feel a little better I guess."

"It was cute." Akira said honestly.

Your heart fluttered from the comment and spread a sensation of fuzziness throughout you. The fuzziness, however, waged war with the dubiety that was bound to arise after today's events. "You think so?"

He grabbed your hand to pull you closer and say, "I know so."

"Even though I rarely wear it?"

"You know it doesn't bother me how much you wear your hair down. You're the one with the cold ears."

A small laugh rumbled out of you, but you still found yourself asking, "What about the shirt?"

The smirk he suddenly donned warned you of his incoming tease when he answered, "It's nice and all, but you should really start wearing mine more-"

"I'm wearing one of your shirts right now you overgrown sloth."

"I meant out and about, like to uni-"

"Aki!" You protested, but knew you truly had no real difficulty going along with his request, it's mostly a matter of privacy.

"Really though," he pulled you in for a hug, "however you dress should be up to you. Some blonde background character in the back of class definitely doesn't have the authority to judge you, got it?"

"'Blonde background character'..."

"Neither of us remember her name, admit it."

You silently pulled away to grab your plate of grilled cheese sandwiches before saying, "Let's eat these before they get cold."

He light-heartedly rolled his eyes but followed you to the bedroom as he said, "You should wear your ponytail tomorrow just to piss her off."

"Shut up." You laughed him off but didn't feel all that opposed to the idea.

Himekawa

Aoi would be lying if he told himself he didn't develop some kind of interest for you when you took up the managerial position of the team; he is lying by pushing aside the fact that his interest actually started from your time together in class. He invariably observes you any time you're in the same vicinity as him, feeling revitalized from the sound of your voice reverberating around the gym, while managing to turn his head away at the speed of sound when you nearly catch his eyes on you. His fellow teammates are all too aware of the effect you have on the freshly turned 2nd year, especially the former 3rd years who visit on occasion, but it's not as though he's been fervently hiding his growing adoration for you. He oft gets called out whenever he seems to be waiting for you to come back from one of your duties, somehow being the one to walk you home when the rest of the team trickles down throughout the endeavor, and when he's bringing you up in conversation much more than intended.

To make a long story short, his year and a half of knowing you gave him ample time to espy a perplexing mannerism of yours that only makes itself known when you hear any laudation about yourself. It's nothing remarkably alarming, but you tend to boomerang compliments. You're not necessarily unaccepting of the compliment as far as he can see, but you aren't directly accepting it either.

Normally, he wouldn't pry about things unless they needed to be pried about; you don't appear to be outwardly denying any of your positives at least. But the earnestness that lights your eyes up tends to flicker when you receive praise, and he feels that in of itself warranted him confronting you about the topic. Which brings his attention back to right now, where he's currently walking you home without the habitual bustle of the team to accompany the stillness of night. After internally giving himself a pep talk, he decided the best time to strike up a discussion was now. He waited for you to finish your recount of today's practice match to look ahead and speak, "Hey, I've been wondering about something."

"Hm?" You purely responded, none the wiser about what he planned to ask, yet acutely aware of his fidgety state when you glanced at him in acknowledgement.

The curly haired male stumbled his way through his question as he picked at his bag strap, "Um...why do you always...throw compliments back at someone when they give you one?" He quickly added with a frenzied wave of his free hand, "N-Not that you have to tell me, it's just, you kind of look like you aren't comfortable, and you never really acknowledge-"

"It's fine, Aoi," you stopped his rambling with a verbal reassurance and leisurely smile. "I didn't think anyone would figure there was something wrong so long as I responded in kind with my own comment."

He didn't think there was something intrinsically wrong with what you were doing, but you went on to answer his question anyway. "I just don't want to come off as hubristic or arrogant, y'know?"

That makes sense. "But I don't think anyone would see you as such if you simply thank them. You're really modest and generally nice to everyone on the team."

"You'd be surprised," you said lowly, promptly taking on a despondent demeanor and looking away from him.

"Ah." Though your answer was short, it held quite a lot of weight and helped him paint a more comprehensive picture of why you react the way you do to praise.

His brief response gave you a certain impression and elicited you to say, "Sorry I'm being such a downer right now."

He stopped walking and lightly grabbed your arm to evoke you into doing the same, "You're not being a downer."

His small action coupled with the equanimous tone he used pulled your gaze back to his resolute expression. He continued, "I don't know about anyone else, but the team and I never compliment you thinking that it'd inflate your ego, we just genuinely appreciate how much you do for us and we want you to know that."

His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, but one small concern still plagued your mind, "I think the problem is that I don't know what exactly to say in response. I feel like 'thank you' isn't enough, but saying anything more might seem pretentious. And then I kind of get stuck trying to choose one or the other, but I end up saying something back instead. It's easier than saying nothing."

He gave a hum of rumination and started back walking as he said, "I think saying 'thank you' is more effective than you think."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said confidently. "If it really bothers you that you can't think of a follow up, I'm sure most people would understand if that's all you can say."

You then asked fretfully as you're not quite convinced, "What if they expect me to say something back?"

"Then formulate a compliment when you're ready to give them one." He's surprising himself with how smoothly he's generating these answers. Perhaps it's the switched roles of him being the one who knows what he wants to say for once, or the subject matter pertaining to a personal matter of yours. Either way, he seemed to help you deduced from your outlook appearing more enthusiastic and satisfied.

"Okay," you said at the sight of your house just a few feet away. "I guess this is it for now."

"Yeah..." He really didn't want to go, but like you said, it's only temporary. Had he taken his line of sight away from the streetlamp on the side, he would've noticed your shared hesitance to end the conversation. Though he supposes he probably felt it in the unanticipated hug you pulled him into, feeling himself go red in the face from your affectionate side that all too often makes itself known around him.

He hovered an arm over your shoulders, not quite sure if he should reciprocate, this hug somehow feels more intimate than the quick ones you give him back at school.

"Thank you." You spoke faintly into his team jacket.

"Oh, uh, no problem! I mean, I really didn't do much-"

"You did, more than you think," you finished with a brief tightening of you arms before letting go.

He lost his chance to hug you back, but the beaming smile you sent his way when you pulled back somehow made him forget about his second long disappointment. Your infectious exuberance made a smile of his own grow on his face as he waved and said, "See you tomorrow!"

"You too!" You yelled as you walked backwards and waved back.

As he turned around to find his way back to his own home, he thought back to the small exchange just now and realized you already got off to a good start with accepting compliments by thanking him so simply.

He also realized he likes hearing your wholehearted "thank you"s more than your rushed and forced returns of praise.

Bokuto

"You don't have to say that, Kou."

The partially grey haired boy tilted his head much like an owl at your statement from his seat across from you, subconsciously slackening his hold on his pencil at you once again shooting his compliment down like a fighter jet. "What do you mean 'I don't have to say it', it's true."

You seemed conflicted but still smiled as you ignored your homework on the table in front of you to elaborate, "I'm saying that you don't have to say all these things to make me feel better or-"

"And like I said, I say these things because they're true!" If his tone wasn't an indicator of his growing exasperation, his puffed out cheeks certainly were. It's no secret he has a huge crush on you, well, it's no secret to everyone except you. It's not as though he's tried to hide his fondness of you however, he takes any opportunity he can to hang around you and and his heart jumps for joy when you give him the time of day. The only bad thing he has to admit to himself is how you can't seem to take him seriously, at least not in the way he wants you to.

"You're just being nice!"

"Gah!" The young man looked as though you'd just ripped his soul out with those four words. He dramatically dropped his head to the table and mumbled in a melancholic tone, "It's just like Akaashi said..."

"W-What did he say?" Nothing bad I hope.

"He said you've probably been ignoring my compliments because you think I'm being nice." Though his face is hidden, you can imagine he bears a strong resemblance to a puppy who just lost their favorite toy. He fervidly tried to ignore his friend's words, no matter how true they seem to ring at the time. Akaashi even went on to explain why he thought that was the case, every single one of his points ranging from you laughing Koutarou off to you occasionally saying he's exaggerating, all of which just served to set off alarms in Koutarou's head. That's actually what led him to run for the hills and find you to have a spontaneous study session in the library (disguised as an interrogation of the sorts).

"Oh. Is that...not the case?" Now you feel quite dumb for making assumptions.

Hearing your tone change, Koutarou lifted his head just enough to see the questioning face you give him, and decided to take the reigns of this conversation by saying, "Depends. Why do you think I'm just being nice to you?"

You cringed at the whole you dug for yourself, knowing he wasn't going to let this slide, and diffidently answered, "Well, y'know...it's you-"

He sat upright in a flash, "Is there something wrong with me!?"

"No, no," you shushed him as a reminder of the location you're currently in, "there's nothing wrong with you at all."

"Oh, okay."

You saw a imaginary glow of pride appear around him after you said that and internally laughed, but you had to pull yourself out of the sweet moment to clarify, "You're a really positive guy, so much so that...I have to wonder how much of what you say is genuine or out of courtesy."

The glow died down, "Oh." Only to return in a different form when he perked up determinedly, "But I wouldn't lie to you about something I compliment you over, really."

"But you compliment me about everything!" You inwardly flinched at your loss of control over your volume, but continued, "Kou, it's fine and all to compliment me, but you even have something nice to say about my flaws. It's one thing if it's debatable whether or not it's really a flaw, but me accidentally wearing mismatched socks to school isn't something you compliment."

"But they were cute-"

"See? You're doing it again," you pointed strongly.

"But I can't help it when-" I like you! He nearly finished his sentence but closed his mouth before he said something he wasn't quite ready to put out there.

"When what?" You're seriously wondering what he's trying to say and why he stopped himself from saying it.

"...When I care for you." He spoke a bit embarrassedly as he pouted to the side, something that noticeably caught you off guard. "I only compliment you so much because you deserve it. Like when you fixed your hair up, or when you submitted that artwork for the club application-"

"Oh God, don't remind me of that atrocity."

"I really liked it!" He passionately added as he shook his fists in front of himself, "And when you helped me with tutoring! Half of this stuff I could hardly understand without your help." He most definitely would've kept going on had you not put a hand up to stop him from doing so.

His words struck a chord in you and made you think for a few seconds about what he just said. Mayhaps the one thing that kept you from totally dismissing his compliments were how specific they tend to be, as he'd just exemplified, proof that he wasn't pulling all of this out of his ass and just being nice. You felt an innocent warmth tickle at your cheeks, but paid no mind to it, "You really think my tutoring helped?"

He finally spoke happily at the first sign of you taking his words in, "I know it did, Akaashi even said so. Even though I kind of got us off track from what's in front of us," he finished with a laugh.

Laughing along with him, "We should have plenty of time to finish this."

"Oh, do you have the macarons you mentioned earlier?" He excitedly peeked to your back beside you.

"After we finish."

He obliged innocently, not even aware of the oncoming compliment, "Okay, you know I can't help myself, they're so good~"

They're not all that. You nearly let that slip out before stopping yourself, not wanting to contradict his reassuring words already, and also knowing he'd never fib about food of all things. Thinking back to his words however makes you dwell on what he was going to say earlier before changing his answer.

An 'I like you' is probably too unrealistic.

A sudden epiphany of everything he's ever said and done had your mind blanking on you when it quite literally shone a light on a plausible yet unbelievable theory. A glance at him revealed he'd been staring at you the whole time you zoned out, the sight making your heart skip a beat as you asked nervously, "Sorry, did you say something?"

He shook his head and looked down to his paper in giddiness, "Nope."

It got hotter under your button-up, your brain struggling to comprehend that you're heavily blushing right now and doing a poor job of hiding it.

You thought to yourself as you turned to your own paper and fanned yourself, I'm fucked.

A/N: Thank you for reading this hot mess. I wish I didn't take so long with this because I've been talking about it for a few days now, but it was good practice writing about multiple characters at one like this (that and practice for writing headcanon lists of this type).

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Haikyuu Boyfriend Headcanons

Hello welcome back! :3

Make way for our cat boys~

I hope you guys enjoy this one :3

Including: Kuroo, Yaku, Kenma & Lev

A little mention of fem reader at kuroo’s and yaku’s part sorry about that :)

Also a little suggestive at Kenma’s part hehehehe~

A little cursing as well, hope u don't mind I certainly couldn't help myself lol

REMINDER: These characters don’t belong to me they belong to Haruichi Furudate and as always maybe some these headcanons aren’t too accurate so pls don’t take them too seriously :3

(Nekoma Ver)

~Amazing bedhair~ (Tetsurō Kuroo)

~Flirty Boyfriend~

- Kuroo is that one boyfriend who you think doesn't take your relationship seriously but actually does lol

- He smacked your butt in public once. I’m surprised you haven't broken up with him-

- All jokes aside though, He’s a good boyfriend. If your having problems with homework feel free to call him up so he can help you with it, If you do good...he just might give you a reward~

- The thing about this man is that he’s too..bold and..direct about things...like he doesn't have any shame to show affection to you in public! Honestly it can either be a blessing or a curse idk you guys decide

- You guys would often fight because of his ‘snide remarks’ but trust me..he’s working on it! He really loves you and wants to show you that his serious about your relationship so..be patient please :3

- We all know Kuroo LOVES long hair so if you do....he’ll always be touching it He'll always be brushing his hand down your hair and he’ll even learn how to braid hair just for you~!

- Another one who’ll MELT if you cook something for them...I headcanon that this man is a foodie and he’ll beg for you to make him lunch everyday! The type to brag at his teammates about this lol

- Loves to tease you, Sorry he’s a demon T-T

Nicknames: Baby, Chibi-chan, Honey and Babe

~Scenario Time:

Right now you were at your home doing homework peacefully...well not that peacefully when a certain someone keeps calling you, messaging you and throwing rocks at your window. That person..is your boyfriend Tetsurō Kuroo.

You were..mad at him right now..why your mad at him you ask? Well...he smacked your butt infront of his team...really..THE AUDACITY TO DO THAT

You were sooo mad at him....and..you were planning to ignore him till tomorrow...he wasn’t gonna convince you to forgive him nononono...heh let him wait..

Several hours later...

So much for ignoring him....you were both now cuddling on your bed, him kissing and saying apologizes to you...this man....

You can never get mad at him....

~Demon-senpai~ (Morisuke Yaku)

~Caring Boyfriend~

- The type to get mad at you for not sleeping or eating well, What? His your boyfriend his supposed to take care of you..so quit whining and let him take care of you!

- If you ask to make lunch for you he will...his a very amazing cook and he will make you bento’s everyday. Such malewife material~

- His team will tease him about you but all they get is a scary glare from yaku...welp! Better not tease him then ahahaha!

- He would always text or call you everyday asking if your doing fine, how are you or just need anything in general~

- He loves being big spoon...he feels like even with his height his still protecting you..so don’t you dare tease him or your sleeping on the couch tonight lol

- He’ll offer to tutor you if you struggle at a particular subject, don't worry...somehow whenever he tutors you, you actually pass-

- If you have short hair expect him to ruffle your hair a lot, its like you’re his junior even when you both are both the same grade. Honestly he finds it adorable when you whine about how he’ll ruin your hair lol

- He’s more nice to you more then his own team and their kinda jealous tbh :D

- 10/10 boyfriend and 10/10 future husband~<3

Nicknames: Hon, Sweetheart, idiot, dumbass and dummy

~Scenario Time:

Oh noooo....you forgot your lunch today...

You sigh lay your head on your desk, tummy rumbling of hunger...if only you weren't in such a hurry maybe then you could have remembered to bring your precious food~

‘’This is the worse...’’ You mumbled under your breath

‘’You forgot your lunch didn’t you, you idiot?’’ A voice which sounded irritated asked ‘’Yea..wahhh I'm so hungry yaku!’’ You whine at your boyfriend who only gave you a deadpan look lol

He sighs and places a..bento? on your desk

‘’Here...I had leftovers so I packed extras..y-you can have them..’’ Your boyfriend said with a cute blush...

You widen your eyes and kissed your boyfriend on the cheek s a ‘thank you’ at him and gobbling in the food he cooked! Which you knew he made for you..he’s only shy lol-

~Gamer kitty~ (Kenma Kozume)

~Shy/Bold Boyfriend~

- He’s shy..yet a little bold...he wants to experience these new things with you and he tries to take the first steps but..he’s a little shy

-Every once in a while he’s gonna go for a kiss on your cheek because he feels bold and then the next after he’ll start blushing like a tomato hehehe

- Expect to have game dates or at home dates more often, we all know he isn’t a big extrovert :)

- Acts like a cat....when you give him head pats either he leans onto your touch or he blushes and just looks down, If he’s jealous he’ll come up behind you and start glaring at the said person who is making him jelly~

- For his bold side...he’s always honest on what he feels for you and how he wants to express it (does it with bright blushes on his face)

- He’ll try to hold your hands in public without freaking out inside, he’ll try to kiss you on the cheek in public to show your his lol

- His shy side consist of him shyly asking you if your free to hang out or simply saying ‘I love you’s’ to you and many other things~

- He’ll always try to go easy on you whenever you guys are playing a game together so he’ll definitely let you win on purpose sometimes, He just wants to see you smile :3

- Buys you expensive stuff...whatever his baby wants, his baby gets~~~

- HE’S A MAJOR FUN OF CUDDLING YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE -//-

- When y'all play Minecraft together expect him to place your beds together, give you flowers, heck...he probably mines diamonds without you so he can surprise you with a full set of armor!

- If you guys play Genshin..well...expect lots of whaling, carrying, drama and battles on whose characters are better lol, he would challenge you to a Genius Invocation TCG duel with bets of course~

- He’s shy, bold and the BEST gamer cat boyfriend out there...what else are ya gonna ask??

Nicknames: Pudding and kitten(That’s it, I couldn't think of anything-)

~Scenario Time:

I can't believe this....I lost to Kenma again!

For context...Genshin’s Genius Invocation TCG has finally come out....so Kenma and me decided to try it out obviously..but I didn't know it has come to this....

At first it was an innocent bet..but now..its...its a little....embarrassing

‘’Hm..pudding are you getting nervous?’’ Your kitty boyfriend asked smiling smugly at you...

Oh how you wanted to wipe that smug look on his face! But damn...why does he sound so hot when his bold???

You sigh and continued battling him....

You.....YOU LOST!?

‘’Oops...kitten..hehehe..I'll be coming over so I can get my reward...see you~’’ He left the game and your discord as well...

Oh no.......you’re in deep shit

~Tall~ (Lev Haiba)

~Himbo Boyfriend~

- Annoying cute of a himbo he is...why do you love this lovable idiot again? oh yea..because his dumb and cute....

- He LOVES to tease you about your height intentionally and unintentionally....ya can’t really smack him cuz he’s tall as fuck T-T

- His sister thinks you’re adorable! She definitely teases you both lol but she also helps you pick clothes if you need help on what to wear for you and lev’s dates and she will GLADLY help you with makeup :) she also helps lev with his clothes lol

- Call her ‘Nee-san’ and she WILL FORCE HER PARENTS to get you both married already even when you guys are like still underaged to do so-

- Despite him being a huge himbo, he’s a gentleman. He’s big sis taught him how to treat a lady right so he’ll open doors for you, pull your seat out, and be very respectful towards you. Don’t mind his teasing however lol

- Has accidentally thrown a ball to your face....don’t worry! He apologize and gave you many forehead/face kisses :)

- Hides behind you despite being tall 0-0, especially when Yaku’s chasing him-

- He LOVES carrying you around! In his arms you look so smol that he just wants to pick you up and cash you in his arms~

- He tries to flirt with you, Kuroo told him some cheesy pickup lines and he tried them on you and....lets just say you were left cringing :D

- Expect tutor dates, he’s dumb what do you want him to do? Don’t worry...surprisingly he’s easy to teach :)

Nicknames: My shortie (lol that’s all)

~Scenario Time:

You and Lev were gonna be having a date today...but...he was currently running late...he doesn't even have practice so how is he late!?

You were honestly starting to get pissed...but your anger boiled down when you heard someone calling out to you....

You looked at the direction where your name was being called and my god...he’s beautiful...

‘’I...I'm sorry for being late y/n-san!’’ Lev said while panting leaning over apologetically ‘’I-...’’ You were speechless...he’s so pretty...

After catching his breath he stood up straight and you asked him why he was late. ‘’Ah! Well...nee-san wanted to help with my outfit because the one I wore before changing was ‘ugly’ she said’’ Lev explained

Ah...your definitely gonna thank Alisa for this...

‘’Well...you’re forgiven for being late...’’ You said smiling up at him before holding his hand before a mischievous smile replaces your previous one....

‘’But...you’ll have to pay for the food and buy me ice cream!’’ You declared pulling him towards where you wanna eat with Lev yelling protests...

Hehehehehe...you could get used to this~

OMG THIS TOOK TOO LONG T’T

I hope u guys like this one with our Nekoma boy’s~

See u guys on my next post!~ Edited by: @purpi-narwhale

Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

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yearning man; the cruelest condition | kuroo tetsuro.

giving hallmark with this one; soulmates who don't grow old until meeting?? sob. wrote in the same haze i did when i wrote midoriya’s. soulmate kuroo at his hopeless! if you find any mistakes please let me know!

He has learned, contrary to the belief of many, that he rather abhors the allure of red, but adores the particular shades of blue that morph from the original; ultramarine, cobalt, electric, sky, baby, periwinkle (which he believes should be considered more of a purple and probably is)—but his favorite for the last seventy years has been robin-egg blue.

He belives that in the time of looking for ‘the one’, he has discovered instead what makes life bearable. He likes his coffee black but with two sugars, sometimes three if he’s feeling risky, tea with sometimes too much honey, four pillows in bed so he has two to cuddle. He likes dogs, not as well as cats but has a certain endearment for his neighbor’s cocker spaniel, who seems to enjoy laying across his feet in protest whenever he visits, refusing to let him leave. He likes the routine of visiting the shops that open and close; the bookstore that burnt down and was rebuilt in defiance, the bar with the bartender who tells him really good jokes, the fabric store that trades gossip as well as wares. A maximalist to his core, but in seventy years, at least things would be there if someone wanted a list; what have you found, if not the other half of your soul?

(Not enough.)

(“I feel I could eat endlessly and still be starving.” He says, and Kenma waits for the punchline. “Because I feel what would nourish me is what has not found me.”

“I suggest you start writing poetry. You would be a hit with goths.” But his best friend would know him in every variation; he is a painting stripped of cover, in every medium. “You’re talking about your soulmate again.”

“Yes. There’s no comparison. None.”

“Giving up already?” Kenma smiles at that, laughs hard enough that his eyes squint and says; “And here I thought you’d strip the world to bone.”)

In truth, it is not for the lack of trying. He has spent every penny of his fortune and created another just to look into every face, buy every ticket, spend every hour creating a map of where you could be—he has been to every continent, every state, he’s sure nearly every city but another may always rise out a former’s grave. For a year he gave up searching, but a year turned into two and two into five and then Kenma sent him a picture of a stranger, who walked with a grace so familiar to him that he imagined he had lost control of his jaw.

And he imagines it must’ve been a fluke—that some things aren’t tethered to others the way people entertain, but then Hinata sends a photo, and then the Miyas, and the Tanakas, even the Haibas after. Everywhere he’s went, everywhere he’s not, you are there, dressed in his heartstrings. Perhaps this is his eternal punishment; knowing you want something so badly and never being close enough to grasp it.

(It is so strange, he thinks one night, to feel like the compass needle without direction. North, he knows, but the star is missing and he has been painting directions on kites, tacking fliers to all of the telescopes, hoping it will see.)

“It’s a little creepy to take pictures of strangers without them knowing. I’m pretty sure it’s also illegal.” Kuroo pinches a strawberry between his fingers, biting into it to the stem, letting sweetness coat his tongue. The longer he chews, he can feel the bitterness that will dry the throat. “I still think it’s just a coincidence. It won’t be just anyone, I’m sure I’ll know it when I see them.”

“Say it again and maybe you’ll convince yourself this time.” He can practically hear Tsukishima’s eye roll. “They’re definitely looking for someone. Hinata said they came into the bookshop just after you did and took a walk around the store but didn’t buy anything. I think you just have a broken radar,"

Kuroo’s mouth twists. “Are you sure it’s not just a shoplifter? Or just a coincidence? Hinata wouldn’t be able to see a criminal if they stood in front of him wearing handcuffs.” He pauses, mulling over his thoughts, listening to the thunder of rain outside of his window. “…That makes me sound like a dick—but the point is that I find it a little hard to believe it all comes together now.”

“You are a dick, but consider the idea the universe isn’t a total idiot. I’ve been trying to avoid my ‘other half’ for a month now and every time I think I’ve done it—wham! There they are, staring me in the face,"

“You ever hear about magnets?”

“Stop.”

“That’s literally what it is. You hate each other and can’t stop finding ways to eat each other’s faces? Magn—”

“Tetsuro. Kuroo. You need to go outside—you need to go outside right now. I’m looking out of my window, I think I just saw—”

“Please don’t tell me—”

“—them. Turning the corner of Third. They’re holding… two coffee cups?” Tsukishima falls quieter then, voice tough as steel. “My advice; stop being a coward. If it’s wrong, it’s wrong but at least you’d know. Life goes on. Go.”

He has the best and worst of friends. “Fuck. I hate you. Getting my shoes.”

(It has taken so much to get here. He hopes in the mail room of destinies, he is a package only slightly dinged, hopes he is something someone is expecting and still excited for.)

He’s forgotten his umbrella and his hair sticks flat to his head when he arrives, inky blackness falling in front of his eyes, but his feet continue to slam against cement, his phone bounces in his pocket, his heart skitters across his ribs. The drizzle turns to downpour, downpour to drizzle. It seems even Mother Nature has a heart unwilling to live so softly.

Each step, Kuroo thinks; life is like a box of chocolates; something is always missing and every version of the map leads you opposite of where you want to go. He thinks; regardless of anyone’s age, they will never know anything, or everything. They will always be surprised.

When he sees you in person, he almost trips; like a child that learns to walk, he has misplaced the knowledge. The air escapes his lungs, the words he’d muttered under his breath have forgotten his name; he believes now, his senses have moved out and are backed up on the rent.

You catch his eye when he turns the corner, waving with one to-go cup, and time begins again. “Hello.”

Kuroo stares into your face, mouth parted, raindrops sliding past his eyes, down his cheeks. He is speechless—this is what love must be, to be both lighthouse and ship wanting to dock and never knowing when you’ll find a harbor.

He thinks; he is too old to have lovesickness such as this. He thinks; he is too young to know the type of wanting that craters into his soul like this. He thinks; that is okay, he has the rest of his life to love and hate figuring it out. He is right.

“It’s too late now,” he says. He wrings his hands in front of him, feels the need to tap his shoe. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”

You smile and he swears he hears music. “About time, second place.” He believes if the word sublime had a name, it would be yours. You are paradise sent, a catastrophically perfect being. A hurricane where he is perpetually in the eye. “I’ve been looking for you.”

(It cannot possibly be this easy.)

Kuroo hears the sidewalk traffic as people walk around you both, feels the cutting breeze, the firmness of the earth. It helps him breathe and yet scares him so. Life has a way of being unbearably real. “So I hear. You like blue?”

“Only this kind.”

“Interesting.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “I think I was made for you,” He feels he might hiccup up his heart. “I think we shared a star, once.”

Electricity, sunlight, supernovas, comets—none as bright as the sight of your half-lidded, knowing eyes, the unrestrained curl of your lips. He thinks that if he were to knit your hands, your thumb would brush the beauty marks on the side of his finger, over his knuckles, your wrists would kiss, the spaces of his body would fit yours.

It is quite impossible, he would’ve said, but he is a believer, now, of all things unblemished, all things unexplainable. He feels you could brush his soul with the pad of your finger and it would bring him to his knees.

(But maybe it is.)

The cups are placed into his hands, the smell of peppermint and vanilla, wafting. Your fingertips are hot, palms warm as they are softly pressed into his cheeks. You’re a breaths-width away, voice is twisted into song, and he bets the world has fallen from his feet.

“Finally.”

(He is hopelessly, endlessly, terribly devoured by the loveliness. It has been a vacation where he has painstakingly, wonderfully arrived home. He has never been this peaceful. Here’s the north star, he thinks, I was looking for it, and it was looking for me.

He will never love another color like this one again.)

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kxisuke · 2 years

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Kuroo x Mtf tall shy reader fluff where reader comes home exhausted because of work and Tetsuro wants to comfort the reader by giving reader a bath, pecks and kisses and cuddles ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹

This is my first time doing a request and im so NERVOUS onggg....😭😭

I have no creativity whatsoever Sooo...

Also I will not be upset if you have no interest in writing this

Kind of....

But I wouldn’t be mad ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ ❤︎︎

I Love And Live for your writings and i’ve been searching for a Haikyuu x Mtf reader, but I can’t find anything ᵕ᷄≀ ̠˘᷅

Call me “fluff cloud ☁️“ by the way (●’◡’●)ﾉ I hope to request again!!

My name is fluff cloud ☁️ cause I only read fluff ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ )

Ok bye now (fr) -☁️ ＼(^ω^＼)

✧ A LONG DAY

✧ p. kuroo tetsurou x mtf reader

✧ tw. none, just fluff!

✧ wc. 816

—a/n. awe this request is so sweet!!! sorry for the long wait fluff cloud, and i hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day! ♡ (also, I wasn’t really sure how to write this in a way that included a mtf reader because I’ve never done it before but I tried my best so I hope it’s okay. I mostly write my fluff fics using a gender neutral reader :) feel free to leave me a message in my ask box if I missed something or how I can be more inclusive :3)

:art credits:

“I’m home...” your tired voice echoes through the silent house, and you can hear a faint bustling from the bedroom. Placing your bags down at the door you let out a heavy breath.

Your heart ached and all you wanted was to be held by your loving boyfriend.

“How was work today, babe?” Kuroo peeks his head around the corner, moving forward to pick up your bags. He immediately notices your slouched posture and heavy-lidded eyes, swiftly hanging your bags and pulling you to his chest.

“Hey, hey... did something happen today?” You shake your head at his comment, but he continues to look at you with concern.

“No, I'm just really tired for some reason, that’s all.” He doesn’t hesitate to tug on your arm, guiding you gently towards the bedroom.

“Well lucky for you, I went out to the store today and bought some epsom salts since I know you like them so much. They're in your favorite scent too. I thought we could use them eventually, but it seems that time is sooner than later.” The smallest of smiles appears on your face, and you nod.

“I would really like that. Thank you.”

“No worries, my love. I’ll get that started, and can you get changed? It won’t take long.” He rushes off, and you can hear the bathtub running a few seconds later. Slowly getting out of your work clothes, you wrap a soft towel around your body, sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting. Kuroo comes out only moments after you’re ready, and he ushers you into the bathroom.

The light scent in the bathroom immediately begins to calm you and Kuroo respectfully takes your towel, helping you into the tub. He tries not to let his eyes linger for too long on your form, reminding himself that’s it’s your day to rest. Sinking into the warm water, you let a sigh escape your lips at the feeling, your skin tingling and muscles relaxing.

“Is that warm enough for you?”

“Mhm. It’s perfect.” You close your eyes, resting your head on the back of the tub.

“Okay, I'm gonna go now and give you some time to yourself, but-” you interrupt him, reaching out to try and stop him from leaving.

“No, please stay.” You can see the happiness in his eyes and the smile pushing its way onto his lips when you ask him, and he pulls out a stool and plops down next to you, leaning his arms on the side of the tub. You shut your eyes again, simply enjoying his company, and he stays silent, resting his head on his arms, quietly watching you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that, y/n?” He whispers, and you can’t help the blush that appears on your cheeks. You open one of your eyes to look at him, and you catch the sweet smile on his face. You flick a little bit of water in his direction, and he laughs.

“Awe come on!” He leans over and kisses your forehead before sprinting out of the bathroom as you fling more water his way. You can hear him laughing from behind the door, and you sink down into the warm water, trying to force down the smile tugging at your lips.

After getting out of the bath, Kuroo has your comfy clothes laid out on the bed, and you can hear him moving around in the kitchen. Coming back into the room, he’s holding two mugs of hot tea.

“Here, babe.” He puts the mugs down before taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. He knows how much you like wearing his clothes, and your heart warms at the gesture. As soon as you pull on the sweater that smells like home, Kuroo showers your face with kissess, pulling you towards the nicely made bed.

“You worked so hard today, love. Let’s just relax for a bit. I made some of your favourite tea and we can watch some tv if you want too.”

“Thank you, Kuroo. I really appreciate everything.” You kiss him softly on the lips, and you can feel the happiness radiating off of him.

He sits on the bed and pats his lap, encouraging you to join him. You don’t hesitate for a second, crawling onto the bed and resting in his lap. Because you’re a little taller than him, you stretch out your legs and rest the back of your head against his chest. After he pulls a blanket over the two of you, he hands you your cup of tea, kissing the top of your head.

“Do you want to watch anything in particular?”

“No, anything is alright. I’m just happy to be with you.” You shut your eyes, resting against his chest and listening to the steady beating of his heart.

“I love you y/n. So much. I’m so lucky to have you with me.”

“I love you too, Kuroo. Thank you for staying with me.”

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axoxtxhxh · 2 years

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Secret Admirer

Kuroo x GN Reader WC: 2k Summary: Valentine’s Day is coming up and all you want is a little bit of snow.

A/N: Yeah, I wrote this a while ago and finally edited haha so it’s completely out of season. Oh well.

“Did you hear about the weather on Friday?” You nudged your elbow into Kuroo’s ribs and he pushed your arm away from him.

You met Kuroo a couple months ago at work when you started a new position. He was always the most helpful and friendliest of all your co-workers and he didn’t even really work in your division which struck you as odd. Either way, quickly a friendship blossomed and you would never admit it to him, but you considered him one of your best friends.

“Do you actually think it’s going to snow?” He questioned with his eyebrow raised.

“You’re always so negative.” An annoyed pout played on your face as you crossed your arms and looked at the rest of the bus riders in front of you.

“I think you mean to say realist,” he corrected.

“No, you’re definitely a pessimist.” You shook your head defiantly at him and his hand went to his chest dramatically.

“The disrespect I withstand for this friendship.” He brushed his hair back theatrically and you had to hold back your laughter. “I’ve never…”

“Fine,” you admitted. “You’re a bit of a realist. Or whatever. But this behavior is exactly why I don’t tell people we’re friends.”

You pointed at him and narrowed your eyes, but he only smiled, holding your gaze shortly before turning to face the front of the bus.

“I need this win, Kuroo,” you said quietly.

“I know.” He nodded, even though you couldn’t see. “You haven’t gotten any more letters?”

“I would have shown you if I did.” You shrugged.

It was about a month before, you started getting small notes in your work locker. Never anything too telling, but it was someone at work that seemed to be interested in you but wasn’t sure how to say it. At first, you felt great about it! Who wouldn’t want to be admired? You would get a note every single day, sometimes twice a day. They would be encouraging and sweet, always putting you in a good mood, but for whatever reason, you hadn’t received any in the last week.

“This is us.” He nudged you and you stood up from the bus seat and made your way to the doors.

Kuroo stood behind you, leaning forward to ring the bell, but even after pushing the button, he stayed there. With his hand on your waist, you could almost feel him leaning forward, pressing himself against you. It was one of these weird moments you always seemed to have with Kuroo that made you question his feelings towards you and if he really only thought of you as his friend. These moments always brought up your own feelings that you then couldn’t shake from your head. Before you even realized it, he had already pulled away as the bus came to a stop and the doors opened for you to get off.

“I’m serious. Don’t get your hopes up about Friday,” he warned, about to separate from you to head to his side of the building.

“What does it matter to you anyway, I know you hate snow.” You laughed and he turned to face you, walking backwards.

“You know I hate seeing you disappointed.” He flashed you a smile and it remained slightly before he turned and left.

Sometimes, but only briefly, Kuroo would let something slip or his hand would linger a bit longer than needed or his gaze would hold and soften as he stared at you. It made you wonder if he was the secret admirer. You were friends before you started getting those notes though, and it didn’t really make sense that he wouldn’t just tell you so it didn’t take long for you to assume the little moments were just part of his personality. It never bothered you either way. Friend or not, you liked having Kuroo in your life.

But without the notes coming though, you were starting to feel bad. What if you had done something to make the admirer mad and stop admiring you? Or what if they moved on? Not the healthiest thoughts considering you really didn’t know who they were, but those notes always made your day a bit better and to be honest, they distracted you and reminded you that there were people out there that thought of you the way you wished Kuroo had.

Regardless of the notes, you really just wanted one day of snow and it was so hard not to get your hopes up when you thought there was a chance. As much as you loved snow, Kuroo was right. There hadn’t been snow on the ground for years. There was no reason for it to be any different than it had been.

Since you’re you though, you did get your hopes up and as Friday came, you waited and waited with nothing, not even rain.

“Don’t,” you warned Kuroo as you got on the bus next to him, finally time to go home. “Don’t say anything.”

“I wasn’t going to.” He laughed quietly. You rode in silence for most of the way until it was your stop and you stood up, but Kuroo didn’t.

“What are you doing? Aren’t we going?” You asked, ready to sit back down.

“You go home. I have something I need to take care of.” He pushed you so you’d walk towards the doors, but you only swatted his hand away.

“I thought we were going to watch a movie at my place tonight.”

“It’s only 4:30. I’ll be there later.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing there was something he wasn’t telling you. He wasn’t very good at lying and you had a feeling if you pried a little, you’d be able to get it out of him.

“What is it that you have to do?” You sat back down, about ready to miss your stop for this information.

“Seriously? I have a life outside of you,” he sighed. He was joking and you knew it, but it still bothered you.

“If you have a date or whatever… I mean, I—I—I don’t, like… I don’t mind.” You stumbled over the words, never realizing how difficult that would have been to say to Kuroo.

“It’s not a date,” he explained and you looked up to see him smiling at you. “You’re going to miss your stop.”

He turned and quickly hit the button and the bus driver halted to a stop, nearly launching you to the doors. Kuroo waved and you stepped of the bus, walking home in a slight daze as you let your mind work through what you were feeling.

Kuroo didn’t like admitting he was wrong. He hated it and most of the time would do everything he could to avoid having to admit it. But this time, he had to admit just how wrong he was when it came to you.

Everything he had guessed about you was wrong. Your personality, your age, your interests, in every way, he was wrong. He was even wrong when it came to your division at work and he spent months pretending he was trying to help you when he honestly had no idea what your job even was. He never complained though because each time he was wrong, he was able to spend more time with you and it was worth it for that.

Except soon after, things changed and whether it happened overtime without him even realizing it or it happened the instant he laid eyes on you, he wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he was completely head over heels for you.

Little moments here and there would remind him of what an idiot he was and how perfect you were and he hated that he waited so long because he had no idea how to tell you or even if he should. Morning and evening bus rides with you were his favorite. Listening to you complain or gush about what had happened in the hours between seeing each other was his favorite way to spend his time before and after work.

As the holidays were approaching, he thought it was the perfect time to tell you how he felt, but things kept going wrong. That’s when he invented the secret admirer.

He would write little notes to you, always putting a small heart on the envelope the same way. Seeing you smile and excited to show him always made him happy. Even then, he got jealous of your excitement over the secret admirer, even though he knew it was him. That’s when he understood he had to tell you. And soon.

You waited in your room, not really sure what to do since you weren’t sure when Kuroo would be on his way over. He was acting weird, you were sure of that. It wasn’t like you expected him to not have other friends or other plans, but you both had been hanging out every Friday night since you met. It was strange that he would make plans on a Friday night knowing that.

You heard a knock at your door and looked at the clock. It was six-thirty. Kuroo definitely took his time finishing up whatever it was that he was doing and you shook your head as you walked to the door, ready to complain to him.

“I am docking your pay for being lat—” You pulled open your front door, but no one was there. Thinking maybe they got the wrong door, you were going to close it, but a note taped to the outside caught your eye.

A note from your secret admirer.

The thought of ‘how do they know where I live?’ should have crossed your mind, but it didn’t. You were too excited to see something to perk up your Friday night that you grabbed it from the wall and ran back to open it up.

Where you expected it to explain where they had been, it only had four words:

“Look outside your window.”

That’s when the thought of ‘how they know where I live’ did cross your mind and you looked to your window nervously, half-expecting someone to be there. You couldn’t really see the ground because you lived on the fourth floor, but you could see something. Something white and fluffy puffing from below.

You made your way to the window quickly and looked outside. A quiet gasp escaped your lips as your heart raced seeing Kuroo smiling next to a snow machine that was working hard to fill the small courtyard area of your apartment complex.

“Do you have a permit for that?” You asked after opening your window.

“Are you going to tell on me if I don’t?” He laughed.

“I’ll consider letting you off with a warning.”

“I appreciate that.” He smiled, biting his bottom lip. “Can you maybe come down here?”

For whatever reason, though you had an idea of what that reason was, you weren’t able to speak and you only nodded, backing away from the window and grabbing your coat. You knew what you were doing, but it was like your mind was in a fog. You were definitely excited and the realization that the secret admirer was Kuroo all along was so far from disappointing. You were grateful. More than grateful, you were relieved. It sounded bad, but in knowing that Kuroo had feelings for you, the fact that you also had feelings for him quickly rushed through your mind and you were happy. So happy that when you opened the doors to the courtyard and saw Kuroo waiting for you with a blanket of snow covering the ground, you were forced to take a deep breath before you could get yourself to walk to him.

Each step you took towards him, Kuroo could feel his heart beating faster and faster, the smile on your face making him worry that it might actually beat straight through his chest and he couldn’t help but laugh at your excitement of feeling the snow under your feet. You took one last step and stood in front of him and anything that Kuroo had rehearsed in saying to you had completely left his mind and all he could see was you.

“You have no idea how much I hoped it was you,” you whispered and Kuroo closed his eyes as you leaned forward and kissed him.

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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 2 years

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“The Rainbow Bridge”

Miya Atsumu x Reader, Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader, Akaashi Keiji x Reader (2.8k wc)

⚠️WARNING (PLEASE HEED): Hurt, mentions of pet death, grief, bereavement, comfort

REQUEST: I have to put my dog down today sadly, so I’d like it be comfort for that topic

A/N: I received this comfort request and while my requests are closed I had to write it. Losing any pet is more than losing the animal - it’s losing the family member who is there for you and will never judge you. I just want to warn that this is REALLY sad (I cried writing it) - so please do not read if mentions of a pet passing away is going to trigger you.

MIYA ATSUMU

Atsumu loved your dog nearly as much as you did

And honestly some days you weren’t sure if it was YOUR dog or his

(But of course it changed when you both moved in together and your dog became our dog)

She was an old girl, going blind in one eye, and had a bad limp, but she was your baby

She was there for you when you were sad, she ran through the tall grass and brought home a collection of sticks on walks

It was years of joy and companionship - maybe even more than what Atsumu gave you

That joy tripled when the long walks had the addition of Atsumu racing your dog down the path, or solitary snuggles became cuddle piles with you, Atsumu and your dog together on the couch or bed

But life moves on, we grow older, our bodies change

And because life is cruel, your dog’s painfully short time on Earth had come to an end

It was the most difficult decision you had to make - the vet offered surgery to prolong her life, medication that would maybe make her joints ache less

But you knew it was her time

When you had set the appointment with your vet, you immediately called Atsumu after - he thought you’d been shot when you just started sobbing on the phone

But as soon as he realized what happened he left practice early, claiming a family emergency, and raced home

He would skip practice until the day of the appointment, being a solid presence at your side and spending as much time with his precious baby as he could

(Part of you always hated how much Atsumu played up his love for your dog over you, but you also knew that he needed this time to grieve)

The day finally came - one last drive together, a short visit inside, and then you and Atsumu were on your way back to an empty apartment

Opening the door to your shared apartment was worse than you had imagined.

Besides your eyes being bloodshot and your nose rubbed raw - the silence you were met with was agonizing. No quick footsteps racing to the front door. No happy barks and tail wagging. The emptiness in your home almost matches the emptiness you feel in your chest, and more tears spring from your eyes.

“It’s okay honey,” Atsumu gently ushers you inside, helping you take your jacket off and remove your shoes. He closes the front door, locks it, and leads you to the couch to sit. You go automatically, no energy to complain.

Atsumu has been the best support for you. He let you spend as much time with your dog the as possible, handling the cooking and cleaning and organizing. He cleared out your dog’s bed, toys, food dish - anything that would remind you of your best friend. He was quiet and thoughtful and what you needed.

You wish you could say you were the same for him - especially since he too is taking the loss hard. But your head is filled with pain and sadness, your heart too heavy to care of anything else.

“Here,” Atsumu comes back into the living room, handing you a mug of tea before sitting down with his own. A box of tissues appears on the coffee table and Atsumu doesn’t hesitate to grab a few from the box and keep them in his hand.

“You don’t have to hold them for me,” you murmur.

“I don’t mind,” Atsumu says back just a quietly. “It may also be for me too.”

More pain pangs at your heart and you turn to face your boyfriend. His eyes have been red-rimmed since waking up this morning, a persistent sniffle plaguing his nose.

“I’m sorry,” you say earnestly. “I haven’t been the partner you need right now, especially since you’ve been so kind and helpful to me.”

“Don’t apologize Y/N.” Atsumu meets your eyes with an intense look, only diminished by the grief in his own eyes. “I had the honor of knowing your dog for the past few years, but she was - is - your baby. It’s not going to be easy. And besides, having you here by my side has helped more than you could ever know.”

His words - their meaning, his gentle voice, the arm he puts around you - brings another batch of tears and you feel the sobs building in your throat. Atsumu moves to take your mug, set it on the coffee table, and pull you into his arms.

“It’s okay,” he whispers as you cry against him. “It’s alright, this is hard. I’m so sorry.”

They sound like empty words but you hear the hurt in his voice. And you understand what he means by having him close to keep you together. It won’t automatically heal the hole in your heart, but it’s a start.

KUROO TESTSURO

The passing of your pet cat hit you and Kuroo hard

You had both found him, a tiny little thing, sad and alone and crying

Kuroo immediately went to him, while you checked to see if a momma cat was hiding anywhere

But after chatting with the shop keeper she informed you that the momma cat hasn’t been seen for three days now

That’s all the information Kuroo needs before he scoops up the little black ball of fur, gently wrapping his raincoat around him, and bringing him home

And the rest was history - a history of Kuroo napping in sun spots with your cat, buying a backpack to take him on walks (a leash did NOT work), importing special treats from other countries

Kuroo and him were inseparable - you loved your cat too, but he would instantly leave you and wind himself around Kuroo’s legs the second Kuroo entered the room

You have many pictures in your phone of Kuroo and your cat playing together, and your shared apartment was littered with toys and catnip and a cat tree, proudly assembled by Kuroo himself

(Who justified your cat’s behavior when the animal took to the boxes the tree came in, as if he didn’t spend 2+ hours assembling the monstrous piece)

In Kuroo’s eyes, his cat could do no wrong. He’d defend his “son” forever

Until the day came that your cat passed away

He wasn’t young but it was still far too soon - and adjusting to a life without him was difficult

Kuroo was there for you at every step with a tissue and a hug - you couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for him also

And yet he was keeping himself fairly well composed

He wasn’t emotionless, but he focused on taking care of you and transitioning to a world without his shadow

It was admirable, but you knew sooner or later he would break

You’re not sure what made you wake up, but as soon as you heard the faintest of sniffles you were wide awake.

What is that? Your sleep-addled brain couldn’t place the sound - it wasn’t until you heard a quiet sob that you realized what was happening.

You sat up in the dark, reaching out for your partner Kuroo. Under your grip he froze, sniffling loudly.

“Y/N?” From his tone you could tell he was holding back tears - his usual lazy drawl was clipped, and the low pitch in which he spoke at was higher.

“Tetsu,” you whisper, turning so you’re closer and able to wrap an arm around his wide shoulders. It’s the simple touch that brings Kuroo to tears, and he sags against you instantly. His sobs, nearly silent before, double in their volume as he falls apart against your chest.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, petting his bed head as he continues to cry. “Let it all out, it’s alright.”

“I miss him,” Kuroo cries. He’s clutching at your shirt desperately, his tears soaking through the material. “I miss him so much.”

The anguish in his voice is a lance to your heart, and you feel tears form in your own eyes. Not only from missing your feline friend, but also from how much your partner is hurting right now.

“I do too,” you tell him. Your sentence is punctuated with a sniffle. “I miss coming home to him yowling like we were gone for years, or when he would try to trip us up until we lifted him.”

Kuroo choked back a sob. “Or when he would track kitty litter across the house, or vomit in my shoes.” His voice breaks on the last word, and it takes a second before he speaks again. “Even when he was a little shit he was the best.”

You hum, kissing Kuroo’s temple as you continue to hold him. “He was our shit, but he was also sweet and cared for us.” Another soft cry from Kuroo brings one of your hands to his hair compulsively. “And I know that he loved us just as much as we loved him. That’s why it hurts so much.”

Tears start to flow down your face, but it’s nothing compared to the fresh cries that Kuroo lets out at your words. And while you both sit in bed, crying and holding each other, you know that nights like tonight will come again. Maybe it will be Kuroo crying, maybe it’ll be only you. But you promise now to be there for him, as he’s always been there for you.

AKAASHI KEIJI

It’s been a rough few weeks since losing your dog

Akaashi has done everything he could to make you feel better - prepping meals, holding you, spending time outside of the house to keep your mind occupied

Even his best friend Bokuto Koutarou came over to spend time with you - Akaashi was sure that an afternoon with the bombastic man would cheer up even the saddest man in the world

But ever since you lost your furry companion, you’ve been different

Akaashi would never ask you to return to normal at his convenience, knowing that a traumatic experience and loss can change people forever

It just hurts that you seem to be going through the motions, and there’s nothing that he can do about it

You’ve told him several times that he’s doing plenty, but that’s not enough for Akaashi

It’s not until he comes across something on the internet that he gets an idea

See when you came home from the fated vet appointment, the first thing you did was box everything up that belonged to your dog

The leash hanging by the door was gone, the pet bed, dishes for food and water, the toys - everything packed away to be donated or thrown out

Even some photos tacked to the fridge were taken down - Akaashi was too scared to ask whether or not you had thrown them out

He guessed that this was your way of moving on…but it was as if your dog never existed

And it was like you were trying your hardest to let go of his place in your heart also

It broke Akaashi’s heart, and he hoped that his idea would truly start the healing process

“I’m home,” you call into the apartment. Akaashi sits in the living room, holding a slim package in his hands. He left work early to pick up the gift, and he was actually terrified to give it to you.

“Keiji?” Akaashi can hear you hang up your coat and deposit your keys in the bowl by the door.

“In the living room,” he says gently. His voice carries to you, and soon enough you cross the threshold and join him on the couch.

“I’m surprised you’re home this early,” you note as you sit down. You lean into his space and press a soft kiss to Akasashi’s cheek. “I thought you had a tight deadline for this week.”

“I spoke to my boss and was able to move some things around - I have something important to give you.” Akaashi passes the parcel to you, waiting for you to hold out your hands before handing it off. You look down at the package, then back to Akaashi. There was clear confusion in your eyes, and Akaashi only nods towards the gift instead of proving any context.

You carefully open the package, reach a hand inside and pull out a sturdy wooden plaque. Akaashi catches a brief glimpse of reflective material before you turn it over. Akaashi intently watches your face as you take in the inscription. When you read what’s inscribed on the reflective side, tears well in your eyes and quickly fall down your face.

Akaashi reaches over with a hand and holds yours tightly. You look away from the plaque, surprised and hurt and eyes full of conflicting emotions.

“Have you ever heard of the Rainbow Bridge?” He asks you quietly, gently. You shake your head, and Akaashi watches as more tears fall from your eyes. He gives you a small smile, and looks down to the plaque where he commissioned an artist to engrave the Rainbow Bridge poem into a rainbow metallic surface. Below the poem is a small illustration of your dog being hugged by you.

Akaashi leans closer, letting your lean into his side, as he reads the inscription.

“Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

“All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

“They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

“You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

“Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.”

Akaashi finishes reading, wipes his own eyes and leans over in time to grab the plaque from your hands before you dissolve into sobs and fall into his open arms. Your body is wracked with sobs, and Akaashi can only hold you close and bring a soothing hand to your head.

“I’m not crying because I don’t like it,” you get out through your tears. “I’m crying because I’m really really sad and this was really really b-beautiful.”

“It’s okay,” he tells you. “Neither of us are particularly religious so please forgive the allusions. But it’s been hard, and I thought this would be a nice way to remember him.”

You sniff before leaning away. Akaashi meets your wet eyes, and somehow is able to give you a small, watery smile. “It’s really nice. I’ve been so scared to let him go, but this will remind me that I don’t have to let him go.”

Akaashi returns your smile and brings you in for another hug. “You can take as long as you need to grieve, but I’m glad you like it.”

You nod and hug Akaashi back. Together you both sit on the couch, still weighed down by your shared grief, but comforted with knowing that your pet is running in a field, sleeping in a sun spot, happy as they can be, waiting for you to join them.

END

A/N: I did not write the Rainbow Bridge poem. It was one that was shared to me when I had to say goodbye to my childhood pets. It’s been five years since I had to say goodbye and I still get emotional thinking about what a good companion my dog was. I am not religious, but I take comfort in knowing that I was able to give my dog the best life he could ever have, and he too gave me the best life. 💛

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sunaluv · 1 year

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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏

i got u 😉

part 1 here

pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo

OSAMU

onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.

it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—

“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.

osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.

you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.

you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”

you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.

a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.

“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.

“we do, there’s no customers here.”

“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”

ahem.

two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.

“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.

he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.

you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.

your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.

“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.

“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”

ATSUMU

atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.

the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.

“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”

the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.

they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.

“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.

her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.

“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”

“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.

looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.

“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.

“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”

“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”

again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.

you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.

“you know she likes you right?”

“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”

“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.

“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”

you nodded, placing your hands over his.

“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”

KUROO

“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”

you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.

“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.

kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.

“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.

you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.

“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”

“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.

she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”

she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”

woahwoahwoahwhat.

“no.”

“no?”

“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”

your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”

“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”

she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.

“tetsu—”

“kuroo.”

“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”

noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.

wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.

“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.

you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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My Horny Pervert II

You had a wet dream that night. It had never happened to you before. What included cumming during sleep when it didn't even come close to being horny?

Your cunt will go through a drenched state. You sat up in bed and looked under your stomach. Pajama bottoms leaked from the wetness of your underwear. As if that wasn't enough, the sheets were wet too. So much so that if you didn't remember the dream you had, you would have thought that you might not have missed it inside last night.

You clearly remembered the dream you had.

You were inside a mall and strangely, only you were in there. The place you wanted to go was some kind of spa.

But it was not ordinary spa. The name betrayed the work. “Orgasm Pool”

You're at the top of the mall. There wasn’t a soul around. Run clear through glass walls. You went inside and took off all your clothes. Then, collecting in the pool, you left yourself to the coolness of the water.

What did they mean by "Orgasm Pool"? Was it a place that was built for the pleasure of horny people? Or was it the meeting point of their sex partners?

It was evident in every way that it was set up for sex service.

While enjoying the pool, the water touching your bare skin made it feel as if someone was licking your whole body.

Even if you were underwater, this feeling was enough to wet your pussy. As you closed your eyes and savored the moment, the call of a sensual voice woke you up.

"Are you alone?"

You looked up to see who it was. You saw your classmate Kuro standing in front of you. He smiled at you like a bastard. He had a towel around his waist. His abs looked so sexy you couldn't help but want to touch them.

Who knows how big the dick of a man with such a muscular body was.

While all this was happening in your dream, your sleeping body was feeling everything. Your cunt was soaking wet, your nipples were getting hard, and your clitoris was swelling to an abnormal size. Of course, you were too deeply asleep to be aware of anything.

Kuro dreamed of you naked. You were momentarily embarrassed by her and covered your breasts.

He started walking towards you

“If you're here, you're a horny whore too. Because this is the haunt of those who want to fuck and be fucked, my beautiful"

Your cheeks turned a redder than wine. You weren't sure if you wanted to, but your body was absolutely sure of it.

Your pussy needed Kuro's dick

"Come on! You want it too. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to, would you?"

Kuro's hands went to the towel around his waist. He untied the towel and let it slide down his legs.

The moment the towel fell, Kuro's thick and big cock appeared as if it had popped out. It was bigger than he had imagined, and this big thing was going to be inside him soon. The shudder at going inside gave her goosebumps.

“Yeah y/n-chan? Aren't you going to say anything?"

He bent down and put his feet in the pool, and then completely submerged. The pool was small. It was made to fit two people.

He soon appeared near you, although the water weighed him down. He grabbed your bare legs underwater and lifted you to level with his hips.

"Say something! What do you want? Huh?”

“Kuro-kun! Fuck me!”

There was no way she hadn't heard what Kuro had said. He made fun of you just to hear that from you again

"What did you say? I did not hear. Say it again"

“Do nothing! Just fuck me!”

The corners of Kuro's lips curved upwards. He suddenly wrapped his legs around her waist.

“I've been dying to fuck this sweet cunt anyway. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I'm going to fuck you to make you cry honey"

Thick dick filled your cunt. You didn't feel the pain, but Kuro's swift movement inside made you drenched in your sleep.

You woke up just when you were both going to ejaculate and you couldn't understand what was going on.

What the hell was that perverse dream? However, you did not imagine Kuro that way.

Maybe all the dreams and fantasies that Kuro had about you were reflected in your dreams.

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom to change your wet underwear. Disconnected memories from the dream you had in every corner of your mind were coming to life.

You had to admit that you found Kuro handsome and a little sexy. But you didn't care about the size of his dick or his performance in bed.

The man who fucked you so well in your dreams, who knows what he would have done in real life.

We don't know if it's a coincidence, Kuro also saw that his dick was up when he got out of bed this morning.

He grinned looking at his up cock over his boxer.

“Oh y/n-chan! How do you manage to get my dick off even when I'm asleep?"

He entered your dream and fucked you in your dream, and you made your dick go away in his sleep.

Maybe your dreams were a sign that you both subconsciously desired each other.

Days had turned into weeks. In your common lesson, your teacher asked you to form groups of two or three, prepare a homework on the topic he was going to give you, and make a presentation in the class.

You weren't very crowded in class. Everyone had grabbed their best friend and only Kuro and you were left.

You had no choice but to partner with each other. So you are matched. You would be working together from now on. This meant an opportunity for Kuro to get closer to you.

A date was set for each group to present and you were the third group to present. This meant you had to complete your homework within two weeks.

Your previous infrequent conversations were becoming more frequent because you had shared homework. Your sincerity was improving. Kuro was being kind to you. Even a little, he was able to suppress his intense sexual desires for you. But of course this would break out somewhere one day.

You came from another city to study at university. You were still at home. Kuro was a native of this place. He has lived here since he was born. After he graduated from university, he left his family's house and went to a house on his own because he wanted to rent a house close to the campus.

You and Kuro were meeting at the school library, cafes, and similar venues while you continued to prepare your homework.

You wanted Kuro to come to the dormitory and work with you, but if he did come, both your roommates would be disturbed by the presence of a man and the dormitory regulations would keep a report about you.

After all, it was not uncommon for a boy to enter a girls' dormitory.

Then one day Kuro invited you to his house. Even with some reservations, you accepted his invitation.

He arranged everything in the house before you came. He also cleaned the dried remnants of the semen he had squirted on his computer screen and keyboard earlier from his computer.

He hid the porn magazines that you could find by chance, even if by accident, in a secret place.

Honestly, since you're the only masturbation material, he hasn't needed a porn magazine or anything else with explicit content. Jerking off pictures of you, lusting after you in his lewd dreams, gave him more pleasure than any hardcore pornstar he'd ever watched.

After making sure that he had finished all the work, he went to the kitchen to make coffee. At that moment the doorbell rang. He looked at who had come through the hole. His heartbeat quickened when he saw you coming. He had goosebumps with excitement.

He opened the door and greeted you with a smile

“Welcome y/n-chan”

“Thank you Kuro-kun”

You took off your shoes and entered the house.

“Where are we going?”

“We can work in my room. We can also go to the kitchen if you want.”

You replied, "Let's go to your room, it's okay"

"Ok. My room is right over there. You go, I'm coming," he pointed to his room with his hand.

When he entered Kuro's room, the intense air freshener inside had invaded his nostrils.

Of course, you didn't know that he was spraying perfume, as the room smelled of semen and sweat every other day.

You were admiring Kuro's room, unaware that his masturbation against you in that room was worth a thousand dollars.

You put your bag down and took out the documents you brought and put them on the desk.

Kuro came in with two mugs, one red and one white.

"How beautiful is your room" you said as soon as you noticed Kuro

"Thanks. I always keep my room tidy”

"It's obvious" you said laughing

"Come on! Let's finish this job as soon as possible so that we don't have any difficulties later."

"You are right. We only have a few things left to add to our slide anyway. After that, we distribute tasks on the topics that we will talk about in the presentation.”

You sat at Kuro's desk together and worked for hours with coffee.

So much so that, despite drinking coffee, you got so tired and suddenly fell asleep on the table with your head down.

Kuro was stunned to see you asleep.

“Huh? Y/n-chan? Are you asleep?"

It shook you slightly, but you still didn't wake up.

“Jeez! How can you sleep even though you drink coffee?

Kuro ran his fingers through his hair and in that instant, like a lightbulb, his lust for you was awakened.

He could barely contain his cock that was trapped in his boxer.

Couldn't help getting up

Since you were in a deep sleep, he could jerk off to your beautiful face.

He rolled up his pants, lowered his boxer a little and pulled his dick out. He started pumping up and down with his hand. If your eyes were open now and you were looking at his huge dick, where would he start to fuck you?

Would he force her to give him a blowjob by putting his dick in her mouth first? Or would he just fuck your wet cunt directly?

He was still deep in dreams. He was pumping himself faster. As soon as she ejaculated, hot semen spilled onto her hands and a few bits of it splashed on your face.

You woke up with a start as soon as you felt something hot touch your face.

Kuro felt that the end was coming. Because you caught him masturbating against you.

It was now revealed. He had nothing left to hide. Your eyes were wide open

Kuro froze in front of you. His hand was still on her dick and he was holding her tight.

“You pervert!” you said in shock

“Well…y/n-chan, sorry I…”

“Aren't you ashamed to jerk off to a sleeping person? If you wanted it that bad, you should have woken me up."

Even though you were mad at him, you softened when you saw Kuro's huge dick. A feeling of lust overcame him.

"So what? If you don't have a minute, you…”

Kuro's eyes fell on the stain between his pants. Wetness seeped into his pants

"Yes. I had a wet dream again. Just like a few weeks ago. Looks like I need to live the reality of this dream"

You were really horny and had your wet dream panties soaking wet even during a short nap

Kuro let out a small laugh.

“It means you're horny in your sleep. Ok! Let me help you. Admittedly, y/n-chan. You've been in my dreams since the first time I saw you. I desire you so much. I want to have sex with you. I've been waiting all this time! Please accept"

You smirked at him

"I agree. Do you have a condom?"

"There is. And too much. What flavor would you like?”

"Hmm, let's think about it…I think it's a banana"

“Of course lady! But first I'm going to ask you something"

He picked you up from the chair and placed you in his lap on your exposed dick. You felt its thickness and hardness underneath.

You held onto your shoulders. After Kuro breathed hot on your neck, he started kissing you passionately and passionately. His palms found her hips and gripped them tightly.

Your tongues touched and you kissed for a few minutes. You both explored the inside of each other's mouths with a lustful kiss

Kuro parted his lips from yours and came close to your ear and asked in his warm and sexy voice.

"Is it normal that I want to fuck your pussy?"

Your heart was pounding. Blood rushed almost all over your body. You just wanted your wet cunt to be filled with Kuro's dick

"Yes. I'm very wet. I need you inside me Kuro-kun.”

The opportunity knocks Kuro had been waiting for…

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It will be continue in Part 3

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