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kyovtani ยท 2 years
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๐‡๐”๐’๐๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐”๐“๐ˆ๐„๐’ | ๐Š๐”๐‘๐Ž๐Ž ๐“๐„๐“๐’๐”๐‘๐Ž๐”
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โ†ณ ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ
โ†ณ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ซ๐ž: ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ; ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฌ๐›๐š๐ง๐!๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ, ๐‚๐„๐Ž!๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ
โ†ณ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿ“.๐Ÿ”๐ค
โ†ณ ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐›๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฒ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฆ!๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ/๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐š๐๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค, ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž, ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ 
โ†ณ ๐€/๐: ๐ˆโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ, ๐ข ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐š ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ. ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐š๐๐ž
โ†ณ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฌ๐›๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐กโ€ฆ
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โ€œIwa, stop putting me on speaker, Iโ€™m tired of listening to Bokutoโ€™s fucking whining!โ€, your husbandโ€™s loud voice cuts through the quietness in your shared home, making your ears perk up in anticipation.
You patiently stay seated on the couch, not knowing if heโ€™s even aware of your presence as he bursts into laughter and sends tiny jolts of warmth right into your chest to remind you just how much youโ€˜ve missed him.
Itโ€™s been so long; way too long for your personal liking.
However, none of this has come as a surprise to you, because after all, you knew what to expect as his wife.
This is the Kuroo Tetsurou you fell in love with in your second year of High School.
Hard working, ambitious, disciplined, organized and always the one to get exactly what he wants and who knows how to get it.
Most of these being actual reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.
And at this point youโ€™ve lost count on how many times his attitude and general lifestyle has helped you to get your shit together and become the person you are today. Throughout the years, both of you have constantly been working towards the best versions of yourselves and while Kuroo would have done it anyway, you would have probably given up halfway through the journey.
It was him. Itโ€™s always been him.
No matter how many times all those dark thoughts and doubts have gotten to you, Tetsu was always the one to help you fight them. So many nights spent in each otherโ€™s arms, blocking out the world and just focusing on the feeling of complete security and acceptance around you before he built you up again and put you back onto your feet.
The older you get, the worse your states of anxiety have become and although you've been dealing with it a lot better than before, you still struggle to shut it down completely on your own, especially with the fear of losing the one person who never once failed to pull you out of it.
Which is why, you couldnโ€™t help but imagine the worst when people used to warn you of possible changes which might come with being married.
Despite taking notice of your overreaction and your anxiety taking over you again, you still found yourself distancing yourself from your husband.
You developed distance as a self defense mechanism in your youth to avoid any further heartbreak by the opposite party doing it first and even after all these years of being with him, basically knowing him like the back of your hand and trusting him with your whole heart, you still let those doubts and fears get to you.
Itโ€™s not like Kuroo has changed since the two of you have gotten married almost two years ago. Heโ€™s still the loving, caring and incredibly understanding man you fell for all those years ago.
But recently heโ€™s been spending a lot more time at work; leaving early in the morning and coming home way later than usual โ€“ you barely get the chance to look at his face in daylight anymore.
And of course, the sudden change in his working pattern turned out to be ideal for your anxiety to feed off of.
Because the less youโ€™re seeing him, the less time he spends at home, the deeper you fall into this dark hole and for the first time in years you canโ€™t get yourself to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
However, youโ€™ve had enough.
You miss your husband, physically and mentally craving his presence, his touch, his words and although itโ€™s taking you every bit of energy and self control, you manage to push those anxious thoughts all the way to the back of your head and keep the focus on the real issue.
By the time youโ€™re done nervously staring at your hands, Tetsurou has already made his way through the hallway and is still busy listening to Iwaizumi on the phone; his ring clad fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of whiskey when he eventually discovers you.
โ€œBaby, youโ€˜re still upโ€, he says, perfect brows arched in surprise before he lifts a finger to stop you from responding, โ€œIโ€™ll call you tomorrow, Iwa. Have a good oneโ€, your husband quickly ends the call and places his phone on the dinner table before he approaches you with a soft smile on his handsome face.
You inhale shakily, taking in the sight of him after not having the chance to for so long and the longer you look at him, the worse the urge to burst into tears becomes.
โ€œMy loveโ€, he whispers softly, a genuine, yet exhausted smile placed on his pretty face as he comes to sit down next to you on the big couch, โ€œyou shouldnโ€˜t have stayed up for me, baby, itโ€˜s so late!โ€, he chuckles gratefully and places one of his big hands on your cheek.
His eyes start roaming your face attentively, the way they always do, to see if he can read your mood through your facial expressions. You move even further into his warm touch, your body so starved, you feel yourself growing aroused from something as simple as the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheek.
Of course itโ€˜s not just that, but also his familiar scent, a mixture of his rather spicy yet comforting cologne and a hint of vanilla, as well as the warmth heโ€˜s radiating most of the time.
Your lids flutter shut when his thumb moves to your chin and down your throat, a couple of his fingers now softly grazing your shoulders which are on full display because of the camisole you are wearing. The cold metal of his rings sends shivers down your spine and at the thought of having one of those pretty hands firmly buried in between your legs, you canโ€˜t help but press your thighs together and let out a soft sigh.
โ€œI missed those pretty soundsโ€, Kuroo whispers, his voice a lot deeper, raspier and more strained than just a moment ago and you canโ€˜t believe how just that tiny change has your pussy clenching even more desperately.
You slowly open your eyes, bottom lip firmly pulled between your teeth and heart almost brutally slamming against your rib cage.
โ€œIs that why you stayed up, pretty one? You want me to fuck you? Have you grown that needy yet?โ€, your husband chuckles softly, excitement gleaming in his pretty eyes and if it wasnโ€˜t for his words, you would have lost yourself in their familiarity.
โ€œBut I canโ€˜t and wonโ€˜t blame you because I feel the exact same. Itโ€˜s been way too longโ€, he suddenly whispers, placing his glass on the little table next to the couch before he takes off his expensive watch and gets rid of his tie; his gaze never once leaving your needy one. You know heโ€˜s enjoying the way youโ€˜re practically squirming underneath him, whereas you struggle to care about how desperate you are for him.
โ€œYouโ€˜re so quiet, baby, is everything alright?โ€, Kuroo says with worry swinging in his tone, eyes focusing the way you are busy pulling on your fingers and basically serving your nervousness on a silver plate.
A deep sigh leaves your lips when you realize that thereโ€˜s no point in even trying to hide whatโ€˜s bothering you, not when you have a husband as attentive and careful as Kuroo Tetsurou.
โ€œI miss you, Tetsuโ€, you whisper and finally get yourself to lift your head and actually look at him, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the thick veil of tears covering your sight.
โ€œOh, baby, Iโ€“โ€, โ€œItโ€˜s just...you work so much and on your days off you go and spend time with your boys and I canโ€˜t help but feel like youโ€˜re purposely avoiding me, even if you are this sweet to me. I know I donโ€˜t have the right to feel this way because youโ€™re pouring everything into your work and donโ€˜t get me wrong, thatโ€˜s one of the reasons Iโ€˜m so in love with you, but itโ€˜s been so, so long since we just had a whole day to ourselves. Just the two of us lazing around, watching trashy movies and fucking every now and then, like we used to doโ€, the words just keep coming, your chest growing lighter and lighter the more you speak and despite the volume of your heart literally thrumming inside your throat, you canโ€˜t help but feel relieved.
Your husband never once stops looking at you, his hands firmly wrapped around yours as he listens to your every word.
โ€œTetsu, we havenโ€˜t had sex in a monthโ€, you say and gulp harshly, โ€œand in the beginning, I didnโ€˜t really care because I know just how exhausting and tiring work is for you. But then I came to visit you in your office and saw the women you were surrounded by and ever since that I canโ€˜t stop myself from thinking that maybe thatโ€˜s why you refuse to touch meโ€, your voice breaks at the end of your sentence, followed by two thick tears streaming down your cheeks and a little sob falling past your lips.
You donโ€˜t want to cry; you werenโ€™t planning on doing so, but the pain and heaviness of not being enough for someone as perfect as Kuroo comes crashing down on you a lot faster than you expected it to.
โ€œAnd thatโ€˜s okay!โ€, you suddenly say and lift your hands up to show him how okay you are with it as you nervously wipe away your tears. โ€œMy body has changed a lot ever since we first got together and weโ€˜ve been with each other for so long, I won't ever blame you for actually leaving me to find someone else, seriouslyโ€, your words are raw, theyโ€˜re everything youโ€˜ve been worrying about but theyโ€˜re also nothing but the truth.
Kuroo Tetsurou is way out of your league; always has been and always will be.
In all those years youโ€˜ve been with him, heโ€˜s only grown taller, muscles even stronger, face even sharper. Whereas youโ€˜ve been struggling to get to the point where you feel absolutely satisfied with yourself.
Usually you manage to ignore those self-destructive and criticizing thoughts, mostly because Tetsu has ever failed to make you feel good about yourself. But in the past few weeks, you havenโ€˜t even had the motivation to put on your favorite lingerie to send your husband some teasing pictures the way you like to. The thought of annoying him or actually turning him off with the sight of yourself hadnโ€˜t left you alone so you opted to hate yourself instead.
โ€œMy loveโ€ฆโ€, Kuroo sighs and tilts his head back with a soft sigh before he places his hands on your waist and makes you straddle his lap.
Youโ€˜re quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders and push your face into the crook of his neck. This type of intimacy is the one youโ€˜ve been craving the most: holding and being held by him. Slowly, but surely you feel yourself calming down and it doesnโ€˜t take long for your cries to die down.
His warmth, scent, presence and soft touches build the perfect wall of security, comfort and protection youโ€˜ve been trying to create for the past few weeks, yet have failed miserably every single time.
โ€œThank you for talking to me about this instead of bottling it up even moreโ€, he begins, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations through your chest, โ€œIโ€˜m sorry for making you feel this way. I really am. For me, youโ€™ve always been so perfect and that wonโ€™t ever change. To think that you think this way actually breaks my heart and I promise I will try my best to make you feel more loved and appreciated just as I used to.โ€, he whispers, his hands softly roaming your body and in combination with his warm body so close to yours, you calm down completely.
โ€œItโ€˜s just been really stressful at work and I didnโ€˜t want to burden you with it because I know how much you worry about me. I love my job, after all i get to do what I love and work with my best friends but Iโ€˜ve been neglecting you and that was and will always be the one thing I want to avoid, no matter how busy I getโ€, Kurooโ€™s words are genuine, theyโ€˜re sincere and theyโ€˜re everything you wanted to hear.
โ€œI donโ€˜t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me, Tetsuโ€, you reply and tilt your head to the side, your fingers grazing his pretty features softly, enjoying the familiarity of his gaze.
โ€œObligated? Baby, youโ€˜re my wife. Weโ€˜re supposed to be there for each other and Iโ€˜ve promised to make you happy no matter what, and you know I always keep my promisesโ€, Tetsurou replies and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his tight grip on your waist builds the sweetest contrast to it and easily leaves you longing for more.
โ€œItโ€™s been so long, all Iโ€˜ve been daydreaming about was youโ€, he breathes, sending shivers down your spine and with a soft whine, you bury your fingers in his thick hair, โ€œthe amount of times Iโ€˜ve fucked my fist to the thought of you is embarrassing, but I couldnโ€˜t help itโ€, you gulp harshly at his lewd words, the mental image of your husband jerking off to you while you had convinced yourself he wasnโ€™t as attracted to you anymore, definitely manages to boost your ego in just the right way..
You feel yourself growing hotter, the temperature in the room almost suffocating you and suddenly the thin camisole feels as heavy as a thick winter coat.
Kuroo lets out a soft grunt at the way you start pulling at his hair, his hands now anxiously groping the soft flesh of your thighs as he desperately tries to pull you even closer to his body. He starts littering your neck in open mouthed kisses, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin before he thrusts his hips up and elicits the sweetest moan from your throat just like that.
Usually you would have been embarrassed by the wet patch on your panties, especially because he hasnโ€™t even done anything yet, but this time you canโ€™t get yourself to care; arousal clouding your mind in a way youโ€™ve missed it oh, so much.
โ€œBabyโ€ฆโ€, Tetsu groans, throwing his head back with a deep moan when you start circling your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, the friction giving your neglected clit just what it needs.
โ€œFeels so goodโ€, you whimper, pulling at his hair even more and losing yourself in the pleasure as soon as your husband meets the movements of your hips with lazy thrusts of his own.
โ€œLook at my slutty little angel girlโ€, he sighs, his voice even raspier than before and if it wasnโ€™t for the way heโ€™s finally decided to pay some attention to your breasts, you would have lost your mind, โ€œyouโ€™re so desperate and needy for my cock, hm? Just because you havenโ€™t gotten your cunt fucked in a hot minute? How patheticโ€ฆโ€, the sound of those dirty words falling past his plump lips have you whining out loud almost shamelessly; after literal weeks of not hearing them, you canโ€™t and wonโ€™t even try to deny just how much they get to you.
โ€œJust for youโ€, you breathe against his mouth, pulling the flesh of his bottom lip into your mouth and sucking at it softly; Kuroo rewarding you with a deep grunt as he guides your hips to move your needy cunt over the whole of his clothed cock.
โ€œOf course itโ€™s just for me, babyโ€, Tetsu replies and pushes your camisole over your barely covered ass, kneading the soft flesh harshly before he lands a harsh spank on your left cheek; the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure pushing you even further into the thick haze of lust.
โ€œI own this fucking cunt after all โ€, he whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, โ€œitโ€™s all mine to use and fuck as I please. Only I get to stuff this tight pussy of yours full of my cum. Am I right, baby?โ€
You start nodding like crazy, your fingers nervously fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt as the sudden need to feel his skin underneath yours overwhelms you.
โ€œCat got your tongue, pretty girl?โ€, he suddenly hisses and wraps his ring clad fingers around your throat, pulling your attention back to his face within a moment and as if the feeling of his tight grip wasnโ€™t enough, he continues to roll his hips into yours, pushing his tip against your throbbing clit with every single movement.
โ€œYes, youโ€™re rightโ€, you whisper, your eyes lazily taking in the sigh of your husbandโ€™s flushed cheeks and bit swollen lips; his strong gaze fixating you like his life depends on it.
โ€œThere we go, good girlโ€, he smiles and softly pushes you from his lap and the sudden lack of pressure on your clit makes you whimper desperately. In fear of any form of distance, you take the fabric of his dress shirt into your palm, gripping it tightly as you look at him with teary eyes.
โ€œDaddyโ€ฆโ€, Kuroo looks at you with his brows arched in surprise, obviously not expecting this kind of reaction from you and at the sight of your quivering bottom lip, he canโ€™t help but let out a soft chuckle.
โ€œIโ€™m here, baby. Donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™m going to fuck your little pussy the whole night and make you cum as much as you want, okay? But I have to take my clothes off first and while I do that, you can prepare that tight cunt of yours for my cock, hm?โ€, your husband says softly, his hand caressing your naked thigh before he stands up to get himself undressed.
You let out a shaky sigh, your panties already sticking to the wet flesh of your cunt to the point of discomfort and for the first time ever since your first time (with Kuroo), you find yourself hesitating to get naked in front of your husband.
After weeks of struggling to like the person in the mirror until you eventually stopped looking at yourself completely, the thought of showing yourself off to the man you are so in love with, seems more than just scary.
And of course, Tetsu is quick to notice; almost instantly halting his movements as he watches you fumble with the hem of your camisole.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to take it off, babyโ€, he says and shrugs off his dress shirt to reveal his strong torso to your hungry eyes, the dark lines of his tattoos building the most beautiful sight in contrast to his pale skin.
โ€œI fucking love your body. Every mark, every scar, every single thing you hate about yourself. Youโ€™re perfect to me, my love, please donโ€™t ever forget thatโ€, you gulp harshly, the genuine tone in his voice taking away some of the heaviness on your chest and you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, โ€œand Iโ€™m sorry that I havenโ€™t been there for you. But before everything, I want you to feel comfortable with me, okay?โ€
With a soft sigh and an appreciative smile, you start nodding, a single tear running down your cheek as you enjoy the hungry gaze of your husband roaming your body.
You manage to get a grip of yourself a moment later, pulling your ruined panties down your legs and handing them to Kuroo as if it was the most normal thing to do. And for you โ€“ it kind of is.
Ever since the two of you had first started getting intimate with each other, Kuroo had always asked for your underwear, shamelessly pressing the crotch to his nose to inhale the scent of your arousal.
โ€œCome on, pretty girl, you know I wonโ€™t fuck you if you donโ€™t prepare yourself firstโ€, Tetsurou umbles and fumbles with his belt, staring at you with hooded eyes and an almost devilish smirk on his lips.
A shiver runs down your spine as you pull down the straps of your camisole with shaking fingers, pushing the fabric down until you finally expose your naked chest to your husbandโ€™s prying gaze. You watch the way he stops what heโ€™s doing as he waits for you to do what heโ€™s asked you to do and with another shaky inhale, you let your hand wander in between your spread legs.
โ€œYouโ€™re a fucking mess, pretty oneโ€, he remarks, finally pushing his pants down his thick thighs, โ€œcanโ€™t wait to fill that tight pussy up to the brim with my fat cock. You better stretch yourself, baby, Daddyโ€™s not going to go easy on you tonight.โ€
And as soon as those words leave his lips, you plunge one one of your fingers into your wet hole, a soft moan escaping your throat at the feeling of your digit dragging along your sensitive walls. Only a couple of pumps later, you add another one; your whole body craving the feeling of being filled until you canโ€™t breathe and after having to use your fingers to get yourself off for so long, you canโ€™t wait to finally get what youโ€™ve been wanting so badly.
With almost practiced flicks of your wrist, you manage to hit all the right places as you rub your clit against the palm of your hand, pushing yourself closer to your orgasm and easily blending out the presence of your husband. A row of soft moans leaves you, the feeling of your fingers just slightly grazing that sweet spot deep inside of you has you arching your back desperately.
โ€œBabyโ€, Kurooโ€™s deep voice pulls you out of your dazing haze of arousal, โ€œI told you to stretch yourself out, not make yourself cumโ€, he hisses, pulling your fingers out of your clenching core before he holds your hand up for both of you to see the amount of juices covering your digits.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, Daddyโ€, you whimper and gulp harshly, trying your best not to press your thighs together when Tetsu wraps his tongue around your fingers and starts lapping up your arousal.
โ€œFuckโ€, he moans loudly, pushing your legs apart even further before his gaze drops to your glistening cunt, โ€œI want to eat that pretty pussy of yours so badly, babyโ€, he whispers, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs before he moves one of his hands up to grope your breast, harshly pulling at your perky nipple.
โ€œNo!!โ€, you whine and sit up, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and staring at him with another pout on your lips, โ€œcan you please fuck me first? Need you to stuff me with your cockโ€, you add, moving your hand up to palm his rock hard erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, of course taking the opportunity to caress the warm skin of his torso.
But instead of replying, Kuroo just scoffs, pushing your hands away from his body before he wordlessly makes you lay back down on your back again, his ice cold gaze making you whimper in anticipation. Despite watching him lift his hand, you canโ€™t hold back the loud yelp when he suddenly lands a harsh spank on your cunt, followed by a second and a third one; the delicious sting sending tears into your ears and eliciting a row of high pitched moans from you as the throbbing of your clit intensifies.
โ€œOh, angel girlโ€, he groans and โ€“ finally โ€“ pushes his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, โ€œwe both know if it hadnโ€™t been this long, I would have made you ride my face for hours, so you better be grateful Daddyโ€™s just as needy as you tonightโ€ฆโ€, you let out a sigh of relief, followed by a gasp when your husband slowly pulls his underwear down his thighs, his thick cock slapping against his abs and almost instantly making you whimper.
โ€œPatience, my loveโ€, Tetsu mumbles before he gets comfortable between your legs and then starts teasing your needy clit with the wet tip of his hard length.
โ€œReady, baby?", he whispers against your lips, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he slowly pushes into you; the slick sounds of your walls taking him in the only thing you hear before his loud moan fills your ears.
"Fuck, you're always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you", he hisses through gritted teeth, giving you the time to adjust to his impressive size, your breath hitching in your throat because of the amount of pleasure rushing through your veins.
"I missed this little cunt so fucking much, baby", your husband mumbles against your cheeks and starts to move his hips slowly.
"Missed your cock, too", you whine, โ€œso muchโ€, your nails scratch the skin of his broad back when his movements start picking up pace.
His long and sensually slow strokes against the sensitive walls of your cunt give you a hard time focusing on anything else but the sweet anticipation. Kuroo hums at your words, his thrusts even deeper than just a second prior and the way he pulls all the way out only to thrust into you with full force, has your head spinning. Your mouth falls open as his harsh pounding elicits loud moans from you with every single thrust and at this point, you're not even trying to keep quiet.
Kuroo fucks you hard and fast, edging you multiple times as he brings you close to your orgasm, only to pull away just as you're about to cum. Your pussy starts clenching around his thick cock like crazy, your whole body on fire with sweat dripping down your temples and your own drool coating your chin because of your inability to close your mouth.
โ€œP-Please, Daddy", you whimper hoarsely, your clit throbbing in need every time your husband grazes your sweet spot with the head of his cock.
โ€œA little longer, babyโ€, he encourages you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his grip on your waist tightens with every single one of his movements, โ€œI want you to cum with Daddy, okay? Come on, you got this. I know you do, after all youโ€™re my good girl, right?โ€, your husband whispers, pulling away to lift your legs up and place them over his shoulders, basically folding you in half.
The pleasure slowly but surely starts crashing down on you in literal waves, suffocating you in the best way possible as you enjoy the feeling of being stuffed so full. Your moans
grow louder, tears start streaming down your cheeks and your juices gushing out of your spasming hole every time Tetsu enters you.
โ€œYouโ€™re so beautiful like this, babyโ€, you whine at his words, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your body and pushing you deeper into the sweetest haze of tenderness and pleasure, โ€œIโ€™m so lucky to have an angel as perfect as you. Fuck, Iโ€™m so in love with youโ€, Tetsurou lets out a row of loud moans when your cunt starts spasming around his cock.
It doesn't take long for the knot In the pit of your stomach to start tightening, the bittersweet feeling of arousal rushing through your body way too intense to not result in a rather quick and intense high. You start clenching around him, your cunt hugging his cock as tight as a damn vice, easily eliciting deep grunts and sinful groans with every single time and the way Kuroo is digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your breasts because of it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
"I'm so c-close", you whispers, throwing your head back, harshly pulling at your husbandโ€™s thick hair as pleasure is taking up the last bits of your sane mind, "Daddy โ€“ fuck โ€“ I love your cock so much", you moan, slowly losing yourself in the urgent need to finally reach your much-needed climax but also because you know how much your husband loves being worshipped.
"More, baby", he whimpers into your ear, speeding up the movements of his hips,his thrusts reaching an almost brutal pace, "I'm almost there, I wanna cum with you", he continues and with a soft nod you do as he asks.
"Your cock was made for my cunt. Nobody can fuck me as good as you can", you say, a high pitched moan following your praise, "only you and your big cock can make me feel this way, s-shit, I love you so fucking much.โ€
It doesn't take another minute of him rubbing firm circles into the sensitive nub as you finally stumble over the edge.
โ€œYou've been so good for me, baby, so fucking good. Cum for me,make me proud", Kuroo orders and with the words leaving his beautiful lips, you stumble over the edge.
High pitched moans and loud whimpers fill the room as you're trying to handle the waves of pleasure overwhelming your whole body. Your sight blurs for a solid second, the intensity of your orgasm taking your breath away and you feel like you'll pass out.
Kurooโ€™s hungry gazes lingers on you as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You take a deep breath after finally calming down again, your fingers finding his cheek before you look him in the eyes and wrap your hand around his throat. A choked out moan leaves his lips, his hips stuttering as you apply pressure, his gaze never leaving yours and the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth makes you clench around him.
"Fuck, I love you so much, baby", he whispers, his voice still strained from the lack of oxygen and you can tell by his sloppy thrusts and soft whines that he's about to reach his high.
"I love you, too. So, so much", you whisper into his open mouth, your lips connecting as you start swallowing his beautiful noises and with one last thrust, Kurooโ€™s whole body tenses up as he coats the inside of your cunt with his cum . And just as usual he pulls out quickly, two thick spurts covering your drenched pussy as well. Your husband throws his head back with a sharp inhale before his gaze shifts back between your legs and he watches his orgasm dribbling out of your tight cunt with excitement and heavy lust sparkling in his eyes and you can't help but smile.
Kuroo starts massaging your thighs softly for a couple of minutes, both of you coming down from your high while taking in the sight of one another until your husband gets up and disappears in the guest bathroom.
You watch him come back with a wet washcloth in his hand and messy hair lazily falling into his flawless face, a few single strands falling into his handsome face; making you sigh sleepily because of how good he looks with his flushed cheeks and your marks on the pretty skin of his neck and chest.
Your husband carefully cleans you up and litters your skin in soft kisses as he whispers soft words of gratitude and praise, making it even easier for you to fall in love with him all over again.
After a quick post-sex cuddle session on the couch, Kuroo basically forces you to pull through with your night time routine, softly telling you about his day at work as he brushes his teeth and applies his skin care products.
By the time Kuroo has his face buried in the crook of your neck again, youโ€™re ready to pass out right then and there; not even struggling a little bit to actually fall asleep for the first time in weeks โ€” thanks to your husband.
โ€œThank you for being by my side, my loveโ€, he whispers against your skin, making you smile softly.
Just as you get yourself to reply with a love confession, Kuroo pulls away and looks into your eyes before he whispers: โ€œyouโ€™re everything Iโ€™ve ever asked for and I wonโ€™t ever take you or your presence in my life for granted.โ€
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โ•ฐโ”€..โœถ. [ Our Little Family ]
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โ’ pairing: husband!kuroo x wife!fem!reader
โ’ genre: fluff!
โ’ warnings: established relationship! reader is showing (small baby bump)! mentions of vagina? Uhh idk what else lmk
โ’ wc: 1.8k
๐——๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐——๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐˜†? (pt 1) | ๐— ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐˜€ (pt 3) | ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป (pt 4)
โ”€โ’ authors note: and dad kuroo continues.. Not proofread. Been in my drafts for a week bcz I had sm planned 4 it only I said said screw it & adjusted a few things. Not my best but it's something. I'm sick of keeping these things in my drafts because they're not done, knowing full well that they'll never be done with the way my mind works
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Kuroo was staring.
He'd been staring ever since he abandoned looking for his charger to observantly glare at your body buried beneath the two layers of blankets.
Kuroo had developed a staring problem ever since his baby fever kicked in and even worse after you revealed the little secret you've been keeping. Learning of the tiny life form growing within your stomach, Kuroo was now keen on not missing even a second of the process. Quite literally every second.
Today was no exception. He awoke, rolled over in bed to face you, and slung his arm over your stomach as carefully as he could. When you eventually woke up and begged him to either get up with you or let you get up yourself, like a lost puppy he followed your every move. Walking with you into the bathroom and watching you as you brushed your teeth and cleaned up only to get back into bed.
His eyes followed your every move. The flexing of your fingers, the tilting of your head, the parting of your lips, and the lazy fluttering of your eyes. Kuroo was intent on grasping every motion.
After coming so far with the man you fell into step with his unrelenting gaze and learned to dismiss it knowing he didn't necessarily want something all the time. Though it was quite the challenge trying to decipher what gaze of his was demanding of something, and what gaze was just a simple gaze.
Somehow the hours flew by and Kuroo gave you space to breathe, letting himself get distracted by things around the house. Only it didn't last long as he ended up positioned on his knees on his side of the bed with his elbows digging into the mattress and his chin resting lazily in his palm, eyes drifting back and forth from your eyes to your stomach.
You were so deeply engrossed in your phone that his inquisitive stare went unnoticed until the long audible huffs of air heaved from his chest one after the other in an almost perfectly timed pattern.
Kuroo huffed. A few seconds later he repeated his action.
His attempt at getting your attention worked smoothly after the tenth time as you lowered your phone and glanced at him. Only your attention didn't stay on him long enough before you went back to your phone, so Kuroo resorted to climbing onto the bed and demanding you of your attention by shifting his body to press up against your side, and his head to rest on the pillow peaking out from behind you. He buried his nose into the material of your shirt and cuddled up to you as he's done a thousand times over.
"What's wrong this time, Tetsu," You asked softly, pulling the blanket away from his face and running your fingers through his hair.
Kuroo slid his warm hands under your shirt and placed it against the small barely visible swelling of your stomach, and that in itself is an answer to his lingering stare.
"I put a baby in you" He thoughtlessly blurted out, eyes brimming with an innocent factor that made you bite back a hearty laugh.
Not denying the truth you nodded, "Yes. You did"
"I actually put a baby in you" He repeats sounding even more amazed by the fact.
"I put a ring on you and I put a baby in you"
"Tetsurou?" You furrowed your brows, smiling in minor confusion as Kuroo continued to mumble under his breath.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah perfect. Why'd you ask?" He blinked and you shrugged.
Kuroo finds himself slipping deeper into his trail of thoughts and you don't bother to stop him. You forget your phone and the book you were reading before getting distracted on your device and focus on the way your husband's hand is subconsciously slipping under your shirt and rubbing circles on your stomach.
"What do you think it is?"
Kuroo's ears immediately perk up at your question and is pulling his face away just enough for you to look at each other.
Excitement quickly seizes his body and you can feel it in the way his usually stiff neck and tense shoulders as of lately, relieve themselves of all its repressed burdens and deflate into the bed; into your hold, with ease.
"A girl and a boy!" He impulsively exclaims as if he'd been pondering the thought quite often; which he most certainly had. Often being beyond an understatement.
Kuroo is not surprised when your brows knit together and you're looking at him as if he was insane.
You didn't oppose the idea of twins, however, you did fear the process of birthing them and that caused you to sober.
"I want a whole army of little demons to terrorize our extended family" He grins cheerfully.
"I'd for sure train one to steal Kenmas video games when I'm not around. God knows I need all the help I can get with that child. I'll need one to bully Atsumu. One to hover around Tsuki and piss him off while I record the entire thing. One would be my littlest carbon copy and inherit all my amazing good looks and personality and taunt people for the hell of it. Another would be your carbon copy but a total daddy's girl, have me wrapped around her tiny fingers just like her mama... Andโ”€"
"And that sounds adorable" You shush him, "But you're getting ahead of yourself, Kuroo. Let me push this one out first before you start planning my vagina's destruction"
"When you put it like that I kinda sound like an inconsiderate douche who's neglecting his wife's beautiful body and incredibly delicate mindset" He grumbled with a pout, pushing himself to lay on top of you, careful to not squish your baby bump.
"....You are"
"Am not"
"...."
silence
"Am I really?" He mumbled with round innocent eyes peering up at you knowing it was your weakness.
Kuroo shifts, lifting his body off the bed and hovering over you. His hands pressing into the headboard beside your head.
"Yeah, you're right, you're not... usually"
"Funny" He mutters with a roll of his eyes as he scoots down to bury his face between your breasts. Instinctly your fingers comb through his hair and your nails are running smoothly along his scalp, occasionally tugging pieces of his hair that were tangled in the process.
Kuroo moves down lower until his face is in line with your stomach and presses a light kiss to its covered front.
"Your mama's a real meanie, you know that? You agree with me don't you baby girl, you'd love another sibling won't ya? Such a shame Mama said no, what a bore"
The steady vibration of your chest beneath him as your laughter resonates in his ears has him grinning ear to ear. Kuroo can't contain the complacent grin etched onto his face and the way his heart leaps and flutters in absolute awe as he manages to bring out your smile and laughter.
"So... Baby girl, huh" You mused.
"Yes. Daddy's little girl" He says proudly.
"I wouldn't want to be there if it proves otherwise and it's not your baby girl but a baby boy instead"
"Hush, wife. It's a girl"
"And if it's not?" You chewed on your bottom lip which Kuroo spontaneously decides to tug free with his thumb and lean up to give it a short lewd kiss; his lips moulding gently around the plush of your bottom one and holding it captive between his teeth. He nibbles at it while muffling out incoherent sentences that you don't try to make sense of.
"Then it's a boy" He brazenly dismisses, admiring the subtle swelling of your bottom lip.
Kuroo refocuses his attention on his 'little girl', lifting your shirt above your stomach before peppering the skin with heartfelt kisses. Each one is warm and sensitive and filled with no less love than the one before it. And you have to physically restrain yourself from squirming due to the slight ticklish sensation it causes.
"And if it does turn out to be a girl then we'll just have to make a boy next time and vice versa"
"You're really pushing this little army agenda, aren't you"
Kuroo pauses. He tilts his head to the side and gives you a blank look that you're unable to interpret.
"Mostly" He answered. "I do hope to have a big family with you. But that all depends on you, my beautiful wife. It's your body... Just as it is mine" He whispered the last part suggestively and you don't refute; not entirely disagreeing with him. After all, no one has loved your body through its best and through its worst with its every flaw and insecurity, as he has.
"I hope you know I'll support any and every decision you make. Giving me this one hereโ”€" He gestured to his hand resting on your stomach, "is more than enough. If my teasing is getting too much for you and you feel pressured, then you gotta let me know baby girl. Because the last thing I wanna do is force you into something you aren't ready for or don't want"
"Mhm," You hummed thoughtfully, placing your hands on the back of his head and lightly pulling it down to lay on your stomach. Kuroo doesn't oppose your actions and simply follows along.
"Birth is scary" You confess. "That's the part that scares me. I want as many children as my body and sanity will allow me to have! But there's so much more to consider ya know? Like this is going to be our first baby and I'm thrilled but also terrified out of my mind fearing the worst" You wheezed with a loss of air after the words just began to spew from your mouth.
It's Kuroo's chance to laugh and your chance to feel as his chest shakes.
He shifts his weight onto his knees and uses his hands to cup your face, hushing your shortened breaths and heaving body.
"You're fine" He assured with a subtle nudge of his nose against yours. "There'll always be more to consider. But you know me, beautiful. And you know that I'm gonna be here every step of the way"
"I'm going to take care of you and our kid" He promised, heart pulsating steadily as he holds you.
"It's going to be our child and it'll be our family. You, me, and the baby. We'll take it as it comes alright. One day at a time, together, yeah?"
Your arms encircle his neck and you pull him closer. "Mhm"
"Love you baby girl" Kuroo whispers with a smile as he draws circles on your cheek with his thumb.
"Love you more"
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Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem! Reader; Suna Rintaro x Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)
Warnings: Angst to Comfort, the boys are MAJOR DICKS, swearing, alcoholism in Kuroosโ€™, Kenma and Osamu taking their shots ๐Ÿ˜Œ, in Sunaโ€™s reader falls asleep in her car and it obviously looks weird but sheโ€™s just sleeping!
A/N: just me, being self-indulgent again ๐Ÿ’… Iโ€™m working on trying to improve my descriptive skills and I figured Iโ€™d share my attempts
Kuroo
You and Tetsuro had a great relationship. You had both worked hard to establish trust after your previously failed attempts at love. No relationship was perfect and you definitely had your fair share of troubles, often finding yourself disagreeing with your boyfriend over random things. You both had strong opinions and that was ok, you respected each other and made your relationship work.
Both you and Tetsuro worked long hours at your jobs. He was the sports promoter for Japanโ€™s menโ€™s volleyball and you worked hard in your chosen profession. While you had worked hard to establish a distinction between your home and work life, sometimes your boyfriend found it difficult.
He was always working, always scheming up new ways to bring awareness to the sport. His newest venture had been centered on creating an All Stars match featuring some of Japanโ€™s finest players from all around the world.
You loved Tetsuro with your entire heart but you couldnโ€™t help but feel second in his world at times. You understood how important it was to him and how hard he worked but you still struggled with sharing your boyfriend especially when he was at home.
You had been excited for the weekend, having planned an extravagant date for your and Tetsuroโ€™s two year anniversary. He was coming home at 5 pm to shower and get ready, your reservations were set for 7pm at the cities hottest new restaurant. Your mutual friend, Kenma, had helped hook you up with reservations that were extremely hard to come by.
Everything was planned out perfectly, your outfit, makeup and hair were flawless. You had even splurged on a special lingerie set just for tonight. When 5pm rolled around and Tetsuro hadnโ€™t showed up, you messaged him. You figured his meeting had run a little late but you werenโ€™t too concerned. However, when 5:30 then 6 followed by 6:30 and 7 came you became extremely concerned. You hard called him a dozen times, text him well over that, concerned something serious might have happened.
At 7:45pm, the door finally opened as you shot up from your seat on the couch. You watched as your boyfriend strolled in, tie lose and looking exhausted. He set his briefcase down, before taking his shoes off and looking at you.
โ€œHey baby, sorry Iโ€™m late today was ridiculous! Whatโ€™s for dinner? Iโ€™m starving,โ€ he said, removing his tie and walking into your shared bedroom. You stared at him, completely flabbergasted by how he was acting. Had he really forgotten? This had to be some sick joke.
โ€œTetsuro,โ€ you said as he hummed a response and walked out into the living room.
โ€œWow babe you look incredible! Did you have a work meeting today?โ€ He said making his way to the kitchen, โ€œare we ordering our tonight? I hope itโ€™s from that dumpling place we got last week!โ€
You continued to stare at him, your eyes practically drying out from not blinking, โ€œTetsuro did you forget we were going out tonight?โ€
He stopped, turning and sighing, โ€œYN Iโ€™m so sorry- my boss came into town and he wanted to see how the developments were coming along, I completely spaced it.โ€
โ€œAnd you completely spaced answering your phone or at least letting me know youโ€™d be late? I was worried sick Tetsuro!โ€ You shouted, angry not only because your plans were ruined but because he didnโ€™t even think to let you know about what was going on.
โ€œYN itโ€™s not that big of a deal, we can go out to that place anytime. I promise Iโ€™ll make it up to you,โ€ he responded as he came closer, extending his arms as you backed away.
โ€œNo Tetsuro, you always promise me and you never deliver. Iโ€™ve been flexible, Iโ€™ve been accommodating because I know you love your job but it seems that I need to be volleyball shaped in order to get any attention!โ€ You shouted as he narrowed his gaze on you.
โ€œYN donโ€™t you think youโ€™re overreacting? You said it yourself, you how important this is to me,โ€ he said as you stood there, mouth agape.
โ€œTetsuro, Iโ€™m asking for you to be a boyfriend to me, to give me a little time and affection and you think Iโ€™m over exaggerating?โ€ You yell. You were so mad and you had every right to be. You stood there, staring at him as he shook his head and began to mumble, โ€œspeak up Tetsuro! I know you have something you want to say!โ€
โ€œI never had this problem when I was with Ally! She knew how important my work was and she never bothered me like you do!โ€ He spat out as you reeled back. How could he bring her up? How could he stoop so low as to bring up the one person who had made you fell inferior.
Ally was Tetsuroโ€™s ex girlfriend and his first love. She had broken up with him right after college when she decided to move abroad. When you met him, he was heartbroken and you slowly worked to help mend what she had wrecked and now he had the audacity to bring her up?
You turned, grabbing your keys and your phone and began walking towards the door. You slipped on your heels, opening the door and leaving Tetsuro standing in the kitchen, absolutely stunned at what he had said. He hadnโ€™t thought about her in so long, why did her memory come flooding back in that moment?
He heard the door close as his breath hitched, realizing you had left. โ€œFuck- FUCK!โ€ He shouted as he quickly grabbed his keys and ran after you, only to find your car gone. He paced in your parking spot, hand pulling at his hair as the words sank in.
Meanwhile, you drove, mascara running freely down your cheeks as you sobbed and pulled up to an apartment building. Getting out, you walked up the stairs and hit the buzzer.
โ€œHello?โ€ A voice answered
โ€œK-Kenma, itโ€™s Yn! Can I come up please?!?โ€ You cried as the door buzzed and you ran into the building, Kenma meeting you at his door. You fling yourself into his embrace as he rubbed your back.
โ€œYN are you ok? Is Kuroo ok? What happened?!?โ€ Kenma said, panicked as you pulled away.
โ€œHe-he was late coming home and we were suppose to go out for dinner for our anniversary. When he came home, he completely forgot about our plans, saying some bullshit about his boss coming or something,โ€ you blubbered out, โ€œand when I confronted him, he got defensive and then- then he said how Ally would have never bothered him about his work!โ€
You cried harder as Kenma sighed and hugged you close. Kenma knew all about Ally and how she had broken Kuroo. He knew how much he had loved her and how broken he was when she left. He had spent many late nights up with his friend, talking him down from flying across the world for a girl who didnโ€™t want to be with him or picking his friend up, wasted at the bar and puking because of the pain he felt.
However, all of that changed when Kuroo met you. You made him happy again, you made him smile and laugh more than anyone else ever had. Kenma remembers how the memory of Kurooโ€™s former love faded, and how it was replaced with the love for you. He knew Kuroo loved you more than life itself, but he couldnโ€™t deny how stupid his friend had been.
โ€œCome on in Yn, letโ€™s talk ok?โ€ Kenma said as you nodded and the door behind you closed.
Kuroo sat in your apartment, eyes red with tears as he cried. How could he do something so awful, say something so unforgivable to you? He thought back to before he met you and how he knew his relationship with Ally was ending. He thought about how she pulled away, saying โ€œI love youโ€ less and less until she finally told him she was leaving and wanted to end the relationship. He was so broken, so pained from the experience of losing his first love.
He drank to numb the pain, sometimes staying late at his office and passing out with a whiskey in his hands. He thought heโ€™d never be able to find someone again. Then, like an Angel, you appeared at his office door. You were so beautiful, so incredibly perfect. It was like God himself had placed you there. You helped him pull himself out from the drinking, from the self-loathing into loving himself again. It was because of you that he had become so successful at work, your support always spurring him on.
He rested his head on his hands, looking at his phone as his background lit up from a notification. The picture was of you two on the night he had confessed his love to you. You were both so happy, your smile filling the screen.
He stood up, grabbing his shoes and slipping them on, his keys and phone going to his pocket. He knew exactly where you went, where you always went, where he would go.
It was late when his car pulled up behind yours, relieved he had been right and that you were safe. He ran up the stairs, ringing the buzzer to his friends apartment.
โ€œCome one come on- hello?!?โ€ He said as the button beeped and he swung the door open. Kenma greeted him in the hallway, standing guard at the door with a scowl on his face.
โ€œYouโ€™re an idiot,โ€ he said
โ€œI know-โ€
โ€œLiterally the scum of the earth!โ€ Kenma growled
โ€œI know-โ€
โ€œI should call Bokuto to come kick your ass!โ€ Kenma whisper shouted
โ€œAnd Iโ€™d deserve it,โ€ Kuroo said as he looked at his friend, โ€œI fucked up- I royally fucked up dude and I hate myself. I hate myself for hurting her and I know I donโ€™t deserve her but she deserves to know how sorry I am.โ€
โ€œBe quiet when you go inside, sheโ€™s sleeping,โ€ Kenma said, moving out of the way as Kuroo walked in. He saw you curled up, asleep on the couch as he quietly approached you. Your face was stained with tears, indicating how badly his words stung. He sat down, next to the couch and watched you as Kenma watched from the corner. He gently grazed you face, moving your hair from it.
โ€œYN, baby,โ€ he said as you gently woke up, your eyes softly meet his teary ones, โ€œbaby I fucked to so bad and Iโ€™m so sorry. I know I hurt you and I know I donโ€™t deserve you. Youโ€™ve made my life worth living and I love you so much. I understand if you donโ€™t want to talk to me and Iโ€™ll gladly leave the apartment for a while but please, just know how incredibly sorry I am. Iโ€™m not going to make any excuses for what I did or said. I shouldnโ€™t have forgotten about your anniversary and I shouldnโ€™t have said such awful things. Iโ€™m a terrible boyfriend and you are so fucking incredible. Youโ€™ve supported me in everything and I ruined it all.โ€
You laid there, your eyes tearing up as you listened to him. As much as his words stung, knowing how awful he felt for saying them and what he had done hurt worse. You sat up, reaching for his cheek as you caressed it.
โ€œTetsu, I love you more than anything and it really hurt me when you said those things. I really try to let you do your job because I know how important it is but I also miss you. I miss seeing you and spending time with you and I just wanted us to have a nice night,โ€ you said, tears flowing as he looked at you.
โ€œI know baby, and Iโ€™m so sorry for everything! I promise, no more working late. If I canโ€™t get it done by 5pm, Iโ€™ll leave it for the next day. I want to be there for you YN,โ€ he said as you smiled.
โ€œThatโ€™s all I ask Tetsuro.โ€
Suna
You had known Rintarล a while before you started dating the middle blocker. You had always been attracted to him and when he finally asked you out, you were ecstatic.
Your relationship was good and solid. You had your fair share of ups and downs but what relationship didnโ€™t? You and Rin argued occasionally about minor things, sometimes going to bed angry but then eventually sorting out your issue over the next few days. No fight had ever been serious enough to warrant more than the silent treatment for, at max, a day.
Being the girlfriend of a middle blocker for a professional volleyball team was not only exhausting but also time consuming. You always went to Rinโ€™s games, traveling a few hours if you had to just to show your support and while he never explicitly told you, you knew he appreciated it.
Thankfully, his most recent game was at home against a revival team. Rin did exceptional, per the usual, with EJP beating the opposing team in straight sets. You cheered as the men all lined up to thank their fans, as you quickly hurried to the court.
The usual flood of fan girls overran the team as you tried to make your way to your boyfriend. โ€œHey YN! Thanks for coming out! Rinโ€™s over there,โ€ Washio, Rinโ€™s fellow middle blocker, said as you hugged him and made your way over to your boyfriend.
You smiled and waved as he nodded at you, the girls surrounding him as he tried his best to calm them. โ€œLadies please,โ€ he said as you stood back, waiting patiently. He would usually come over to you, giving you a kiss and hugging you in front of everyone. You had never been insecure about your relationship, especially knowing Rin was a superstar because he always made time for you.
However, as he continued to smile and sign autographs, you stood there waiting and waiting and waiting. Soon, twenty minutes had passed and Rin hadnโ€™t come up to even acknowledge your existence. You figured he was just excited, this was a big game after all and he definitely deserved to celebrate but when he headed to the locker room, not even acknowledging your existence, that you deflated.
He had never ignored you for this long or failed to acknowledge your presence. You sighed, waiting for him to emerge from the locker room. When he finally did, you wait again as he talked with Komori, the teams Libero. In fact, it wasnโ€™t until Komori waved at you, that Rin finally seemed to acknowledge you were waiting.
โ€œOh hey babe, Iโ€™ll meet you at home ok? Im going out with the guys for dinner!โ€ He said before waving at you and rushing from the gym. You stood there, hands clasped as you nodded, trying hard not to let your emotions take over. Your turned on your heels, heading to your car and going home to your empty apartment.
When Rin finally came home, it was almost 11pm. You sat up, from on the couch as he entered and removed his shoes. โ€œMan Iโ€™m beat! Im going to head to bed babe,โ€ he said, kissing the top of your head as you stared at him. He had barely acknowledged you at all tonight and all you wanted to do was celebrate with him.
Since you and Rin had always had an open relationship, you decided that it was best to express your concerns to him. Maybe he just needed to be reminded that you were there to support him.
โ€œHey Rin, uhh you didnโ€™t hug me or kiss me tonight after the game,โ€ you said, standing in the doorway of the bedroom as he took his shirt off, throwing it beside the laundry basket.
โ€œYeah sorry I was busy. It was kind of a big night ya know?โ€ he chuckled as he went to your en suite, grabbing his face wash and continuing about his routine.
โ€œIt- it just kind of hurt you know? You always kiss me after a game,โ€ you said, playing with your fingers as you looked into the bathroom mirror. You saw him roll his eyes as he shook his hands, grabbing a towel to dry them.
โ€œGeez Yn it was one time for fucks sakes, please tell me you arenโ€™t going to make a big deal out of this and ruin what WAS a good night?โ€ He said, walking out of the bathroom and past you to the bed.
โ€œRin, Iโ€™m not trying to ruin your night, itโ€™s just that, well Iโ€™m feeling a little unappreciated I guess,โ€ You said as he looked at you, confusion growing on his face.
โ€œSeriously Yn? You really want to do this now? Im exhausted and Iโ€™m not in the mood,โ€ he began to shout as you whinced, not wanting to start anything but knowing what you had to say was important.
โ€œRin I-โ€
โ€œYou know, Jenna never acted this way after I won a game. Iโ€™d come home and sheโ€™d let me be!โ€ He spat as you stood frozen. You couldnโ€™t be he had brought her up, of all the people, why her? You felt your body heat up, your emotions overtaking you as you watched Rin get into bed and turn the light off.
How could he have said that? How could he have possibly brought his past girlfriend up? You knew about Rin and Jenna, how they had mutually broken up a few months before you met him. He didnโ€™t seem to hold any animosity towards her but he never talked much about her and certainly heโ€™d never brought her up during a fight.
Slowly backing out of your shared room, you closed the door as your eyes filled with tears. Not only had he utterly tore you down but he brought up someone from his past, something he knew would hurt you.
You mindlessly walked to the kitchen, grabbing your keys and purse before turning off the lights and silently leaving your apartment. You headed to your car, sitting in the drivers seat as the emotions finally hit. You let it all out, whaling as the tears fell in waves. You couldnโ€™t scream, you couldnโ€™t make any noise, everything was caught in your throat as you tried but failed to let it out. Finally, managing a breath, your body shuttered as you screamed, your head resting on your steering wheel as you continued to cry.
Rin tossed and turned in bed, his body exhausted but he couldnโ€™t sleep. He had instantly regretted what he said about his ex, mentally berating himself for ever saying anything. He thought about what you said, about how you felt. He hadnโ€™t meant to ignore you, he had just gotten caught up in all the excitement of winning. He felt like a complete ass, letting you walk out after he had said such awful things.
He noticed the light in the living room was dim, figuring you had just fallen asleep on the couch. Heโ€™ll admit this wasnโ€™t the first time you two had slept apart due to a fight but this time he knew it was all his fault. Truthfully, he hated being without you, he hated sleeping alone. He loved how cuddly and soft you were next to him. He loved the feeling of your body and how your love for him poured into everything you did.
He knew how lucky he was, you came to every game, even to the ones that were several hours away. Hell once your even flown to Europe to see him play in an international match. He knew what true love was and how he had failed to show you that.
Looking at the clock, he saw it was 3:00am. He sat up, throwing the covers off as he stood in just his shorts and walked to the door. His plan was to grab you from the couch, hold you and apologize. He would make it up to you tomorrow, taking you out on a fabulous date to show his appreciation for everything you did for him.
He flipped on the hall light, walking out to the living room. He looked to the couch, noticing it was empty. Confused, he turned and headed to the spare bedroom, knowing fully well you never slept in there because โ€œit was only for guests.โ€
He threw the light on, his eyes widening when you werenโ€™t in there. โ€œYN!โ€ He shouted as he ran back to your shared bedroom, turning the light on and running to the bathroom. There was no sigh of you as he ran to the living room, turning on every light he could.
His hands went to his hair as he frantically raked through it, worried about where you might be. He ran to the kitchen and the guest bathroom, noting no trace of you.
โ€œYN- shit!โ€ He shouted as he turned, noticing your purse and shoes were gone.
โ€œFUCK!โ€
He raced back to the bedroom, grabbing his phone before hitting your number, โ€œpick up, come on baby pick up!โ€ He packed back and forth, your phone continuing to ring until it finally hit voicemail.
โ€œFuck!โ€ he shouted, pulling up the only other person he could think as he sat on the edge of his bed and raked through his hair, his knee bouncing as he waited for an answer.
โ€œHello?โ€ A groggy voice answered.
โ€œSamu! Itโ€™s Rin, have you heard from YN?โ€ He spat out
โ€œWhat? What fucking time is it?โ€ Osamu said as he groaned, โ€œdude itโ€™s 3am! Why the hell would I have heard from YN? Sheโ€™s your girlfriend!โ€
โ€œI fucked up Samu, I fucked so bad man and now sheโ€™s fucking gone! Sheโ€™s never left before man, fuck what do I do?!?โ€ Suna panicked as tears began to fill his eyes. You two had fought before but you had never left, in fact youโ€™d never leave without telling him where youโ€™d go.
โ€œWhat happened?โ€ Osamu said, sounding more awake than before, his voice carrying as he made his way to the kitchen.
โ€œI- I shit man! She was upset because I didnโ€™t kiss her after the game and when she brought it up to me, I brought up how Jenna would never act that way,โ€ he sighed, his head hanging low at the words resurfacing. He thought of what he said making him sick. He never loved Jenna, in fact, his relationship with her was one of convenience. It wasnโ€™t until he met you that he learned what being in a partnership was really like. How it felt to have someone supporting you and being there when you needed them.
โ€œDamn Rin, what the fuck man? Dude thatโ€™s low!โ€ Osamu said as Rin nodded his head
โ€œI know I fucking know! Sheโ€™s gone dude, and sheโ€™s not answering her phone! What if something happened to her? Fuck Iโ€™ll never be able to live with myself!โ€ He cried as Osamu sighed.
โ€œOk listen, Iโ€™m sure YN is fine. Sheโ€™s a smart girl. Sheโ€™s really upset right now and I donโ€™t blame her. You need to give her some breathing space man,โ€ he said as Rin stood up, pacing once more.
โ€œI canโ€™t- I canโ€™t I have to find her! Fuck man I canโ€™t lose her sheโ€™s it for me, sheโ€™s the one!โ€ He shouted, tears now overflowing.
โ€œOk, come over and we can regroup here. Iโ€™ll try calling her, maybe sheโ€™ll answer for me,โ€ he said as Rin quickly threw on his shoes and grabbed his keys, locking the door before running to the elevator.
โ€œIโ€™ll be there in 5,โ€ he said, hanging up as he raced to his car. In the parking garage he noticed your car was still parked next to his, making his heart drop. His worst fears were coming true. Youโ€™d never leave without your car, there was no way!
Approaching the spot, he noticed a figure slumped over the steering wheel. His eyes widened, adrenaline racing as he realized that it was you.
โ€œFuck FUCK!โ€ He screamed as he ran to your door, throwing it open as you shot up, heart pounding as you met the eyes of your boyfriend.
โ€œRin what-โ€
No more words escaped as you were tackled in your seat by your giant boyfriend, his cries penetrating the vehicle as he hugged you tight.
โ€œFuck baby are you ok?? God Iโ€™m so fucking sorry! Im the biggest idiot ever to exist and I should have never said any of those things!โ€ He cried as you embraced him, memories slowly coming back to you.
โ€œRin, whereโ€™s your shirt?โ€ You asked as he looked at you, shaking his head and looking down at his shirtless form.
โ€œI couldnโ€™t sleep. I felt like the biggest ass ever and I went to apologize to you. I couldnโ€™t find you and I panicked. I was so afraid you had left me for good Yn. I know I would have deserved it but I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve been so scared in all my life baby!โ€ He said, pulling you close in the awkward space.
You rubbed his back, feeling bad for causing him so much worry. โ€œIโ€™m sorry for leaving but I had to get out, what you said really hurt me,โ€ you said as he looked in your eyes, his heart crushed that he had caused all of this.
โ€œBaby donโ€™t apologize! This is all my fault! I should have never treated you like that. I love you so much and I took advantage of everything you do. Iโ€™m sorry for ever saying those things to you. You are the most important person in my entire life and I love you more than youโ€™ll ever know. I know I donโ€™t show you and Iโ€™m going to change that baby, I promise!โ€ He said as you caressed his cheek.
โ€œI forgive you Rin,โ€ you said with a small smile as his lips collided with yours as he pulled you close.
โ€œI love you so fucking much Yn!โ€ He said, putting his forehead to yours.
โ€œI love you too Rintaro.โ€
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prettybakubae ยท 10 months
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Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Sugawara x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader
Warnings: none
A/N: A long time ago I saw this post and felt the need to write the concept. Unfortunately I can't find the owner anymore, otherwise I would have tagged them. Suga's is funny, Kuroo's is sentimental, 'cause I'm just too much in love with him and Bokuto's is in the middle.
BOKUTO
This is so him, omg
He would do it everytime he comes home with the kids or when they are already at home and you come back
And he actually competes with them and they keep track of who wins every time
If he doesn't win he gets sulky, but a hug and a kiss from you makes him forget about it
He still does it even when the kids become teens
But they kinda stop rushing, so he starts win a lot more
Still, they won't pass down the opportunity to hug you because you're an amazing loving mother who they have a beautiful relationship with and they also have Bo's genes
They might accelerate their walk if they are already pretty close
They also start to let Bo win when he has a bad day because they know how much you can comfort him
So wholesome <3
SUGAWARA
Ok, imagine this: your kids go to the same elementary school where he teaches, but of course in a different class, and he always does this when you come pick all of them up
Gets grumpy when he loses, but unlike Bokuto who's sad he didn't hug you first, he's more like "How did I fucking lose to an elementary kid?!"
But he still compliments who won
Stops doing it with time because he understands that is not really a thing to do with teens
But it still happens on some occasions, especially when they are older
Like, when he drives them home from college for a holiday and when he parks his children scream "The last to hug mom is a loser!" And he was not ready for it, so he loses, but you reassure him that he isn't a loser while the kids either call him old man or argue with each other about who was actually the first
KUROO
I feel like he doesn't really participate in the competition, rather he likes to see his kids do it
So he either doesn't participate at all or loses on purpose all the time
Which is totally worth it, because the happiness he feels when he sees his perfect kids in the arms of the love of his life laughing (even if it's because they are making fun of him for losing) is unmatchable
Whenever he has this sight before him, he feels like the luckiest man in the universe and a sense of perfection spreads inside him and he tells himself that if he had the chance to go back in the past, he wouldn't change anything just so he can comeback to this exact perfect moment
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satorisoup ยท 4 months
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Can I get kuroo with a sleepy s/o
Like she sleeps all the fucking time. Like he never has to worry about her cheating because he knows she is too busy sleeping. (Bonus points if she can sleep anywhere, like on a tree or face first onto the concrete floor)
#KUROO W/ A SLEEPY GF
#A/N : i need kuroo so bad ARGHHH. this is so me i can sleep literally anywhere.
#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (baby). forehead kisses. cursing.
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kuroo was honestly impressed. on the bus. on the random chair in the furniture store. in a cafe. on the hardwood floor. you could sleep ANYWHERE, no questions asked.
there was a couple times kuroo was about ready to come to your house because what if another guy had gotten your attention, or worse, you were dead. but no, it was just a 7 hour nap mid day. he gets a little worried for you when he sees you sleeping in the most odd positions, in the most uncomfortable places.
โ€œthat canโ€™t be comfortableโ€ฆโ€
here you are, fast asleep on the fucking floor. face first with your limbs spread out in all different directions, one leg in the air.
โ€œwhat am i gonna do with you, baby.โ€ he sighed as he bent down to pick you up into his arms.
plopping you into your bed and tucking a blanket over you, you didnโ€™t even wake up once.
there were a couple instances where you guys would be at a friends house for a get together, and you would just fall asleep sitting straight up on the coach next to kuroo.
or the times when you would be watching a movie and not even 5 minutes in, you were snoozing away.
or when you fell asleep at the bookstore because the couch in the kids section was practically inviting you to take a nap.
each and every time, kuroo would simply just pick you up, cradle you in his arms, and put you to sleep where you can be comfortable.
โ€œsuch a sleepy girl.โ€ he says as he tucks you in once again, a small kiss on your forehead as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.
โ€œsweet dreams, y/n.โ€
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minarixx ยท 9 months
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๐€๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ง ๐๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ โœฏ ๐“.๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ
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"๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š ๐™จ๐™š๐™™๐™ช๐™˜๐™š๐™™. ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™— ๐™ข๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™›๐™ช๐™˜๐™  ๐™ข๐™š."
PAIRING. Best Friend'sDad!Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader
CONTENT. Sexual Content, Age Gap, Adultery, Degradation, Pet Names, Sub!Reader, Dom!Kuroo, Vaginal Intercourse, Spanking
The hidden struggles and desires lurking behind the faรงade of Kuroo Tetsurou's seemingly picture-perfect suburban family. An ordinary man who, in the midst of a midlife crisis, becomes infatuated with his daughter's friends, Y/N L/N.
WC. 4.2k
A/N. Proof-read like half and hoped for the best. Ts too long not reading allat
WARNING. Minors DNI
Inspired by American Beauty (1999)
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๐“ฃhe mid-morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden glow on the bedroom walls. Another day in the monotonous cycle of Kurooโ€™s existence begins. Pulling away from the blissful embrace of sleep, he fumbles to silence the alarm clock, its persistent beeping an unwelcome reminder of the unremarkable hours that lie ahead.
Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror,he saw a stranger. Deep lines etched themselves deeper into his face, a testament to the weight of a life half-lived.He wondered where the spark of vitality and adventure that once defined him went, as he forced a smile that felt foreign on his weary lips.
Downstairs, the illusion of domestic tranquility is maintained. Akira, his wife, moved through the kitchen with an air of calculated efficiency. Every gesture, every word, a well-rehearsed performance. Beneath her composed facade, was the growing chasm that separated them, a canyon of unspoken grievances and unfulfilled desires.
Nana, his daughter, slouches at the breakfast table, lost in the world behind her headphones. Her sullen gaze hints at the disconnection that has settled between them, a silent reminder of the fragments of intimacy that have slipped away unnoticed. He ached for the days when laughter echoed through these walls, when a genuine connection was forged in the simple moments theyย shared.
The room was shrouded in an eerie silence as the family sat around the dining table. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed through the room, accompanied only by the occasional rustle of napkins. Each family member seemed lost in their own thoughts, their faces masked with a disinterested expression.
Nana, a quiet and reserved teenager, took a deep breath and broke the monotony. She glanced at her parents, Kuroo and Akira, who were engrossed in their own world, their eyes fixed on their untouched meals. Her voice barely above a whisper, she quietly shared, "I have a cheer performance tonight."
Akira and Kuroo exchanged a brief, absent-minded glance before shifting their gaze back to their plates. Their lack of response was disheartening but not unexpected.
โ€œWeโ€™ll be sure to come dear, what time is it?โ€ Akira replied. โ€œ6pm mother.โ€ Nana responded, not looking enthusiastic about it.ย 
Without uttering another word, they continued their silent meal, the sound of chewing filling the void that enveloped the room.
When 6pm rolled in, Akira and Kuroo drove to their daughters' cheer performance in silence as usual, no music, just the sounds of the bustling streets of Tokyo.ย 
Tetsurou Kuroo, a man adrift in the desolate sea of middle-aged mediocrity, found himself drawn to the vibrant chaos of his daughter Nanaโ€™s high school cheerleading performance. As he sat in the bleachers, surrounded by enthusiastic parents and the deafening cheers of the crowd, a peculiar restlessness stirred within his soul.
His eyes scanned the sea of young faces, each filled with anticipation and hope. And then, like a siren's call, his gaze fell upon you. You, a vision of youthful allure and confidence, stood at the forefront of the cheerleading squad. Your (h/c) hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a face adorned with delicate features that seemed to radiate an intoxicating beauty. You radiated a youthful energy, an untamed spirit that danced in your eyes. Laughter, like cascading melodies, echoes through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time slows as your gazes meet.ย 
In that instant, time seemed to slow down, the constraints of his ordinary existence fade away, and the dormant embers of desire ignite within him. The world around Kuroo blurred into the background, as if a spotlight had illuminated you, isolating you from the rest of the universe. Your smile, a seductive curve of lips, pierced through his complacency and ignited a dormant flame within him.
Kuroo's thoughts swirled with a mix of admiration and desire. He couldn't help but be captivated by your aura of self-assuredness, the way you moved with a grace that defied your tender age. You symbolized everything he had lost touch withโ€”youth, vitality, and the intoxicating allure of unbridled passion.
As he watched you perform, Kuroo's mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. A part of him yearned for the forbidden, to embrace the vibrancy of youth and indulge in the forbidden fruit of desire. Yet another part recoiled in guilt, acutely aware of the consequences and the moral boundaries he risked crossing.
But beneath the surface of his infatuation, a deeper realization began to take hold. He understood that you, with your superficial allure, was merely a vessel for his own misplaced longings. You represented a nostalgia for the freedom and excitement of his own youth, a time when possibilities seemed limitless and life was an open road.
Kuroo's thoughts ventured into the depths of self-reflection. He questioned the choices that had led him to this pointโ€”the compromises, the sacrifices, and the loss of his own identity. Yourย  ethereal beauty became a symbol of the life he had forsaken, a reminder of the person he had once been and longed to reclaim.
But as the cheerleading routine came to an end and you disappeared into the bustling crowd, reality settled in. Kuroo recognized the ephemeral nature of his infatuation. You were but a mirage, a fleeting embodiment of his own disillusionment. The true path to fulfillment in rediscovering the beauty himself.
And so, as the applause faded and the cheerleaders retreated from the spotlight so did Kuroo's fantasy.
Kuroo rose from the bleachers and got ready to congratulate his daughter. As they were in the hallways picking up their daughter, his eyes lit up when he saw you holding bouquet from your parents. Your smile shined brighter than any other. It was like those cartoons of a man smelling food and floating towards it, however to him, it was as if he hadn't ate for years.
Kuroo later found himself standing at the window of his dimly lit study, gazing out at the world beyond. His eyes, once dulled by routine, now seemed alive with a glimmer of hope. A gentle breeze danced through the curtains, rustling the papers on his desk. Lost in his thoughts, Kuroo pondered the emptiness that had consumed his life. The monotony of his job, the strained relationships with his wife and daughter, and the relentless pursuit of societal expectations had left him feeling like a hollow shell. A desperate longing for something more whispered within his soul, a plea for salvation from the mundane.
And then, as if in response to his silent prayer, he saw her. A figure, ethereal and captivating, emerged from the shadows. The evening light caressed your porcelain skin, and your flowing white dress seemed to float around you like a cloud. Your hair, cascading in waves like the milky way, framed a face that radiated a beauty so rare and otherworldly, it took Kuroo's breath away.
At that moment, time stood still. Kurooโ€™s heart, burdened by years of disillusionment, skipped a beat. It was as if an angel had descended from the heavens, gracing his world with her divine presence. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, as though caught in a mesmerizing spell.
As his gaze locked with yours, Kurooโ€™s mind was flooded with a torrent of emotions. A sense of longing and desire, but also a profound sense of understanding. In her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own hidden dreams and forgotten aspirations. It was a connection beyond words, a silent conversation that reached deep into his soul.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kuroo felt truly alive. The weight of societal expectations and the shackles of conformity melted away, replaced by a surge of newfound liberation. In this mystical encounter, he glimpsed the possibility of breaking free from the chains that bound him.
His thoughts swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. He yearned to abandon the trappings of his past life, to embrace the beauty and wonder that beckoned him. The angel became a symbol of his redemption, a guiding light in the darkness of his existence.
When morning came he was back to his mundane life routine, it was all just a dream. The morning sun painted gentle streaks of golden light across the kitchen as Kuroo sat down at the breakfast table, his mind still grappling with the lingering thoughts from the previous day's encounter at the high school cheerleading performance. He had been captivated by the enigmatic allure of you, yet a part of him recognized the illusory nature of his infatuation.
"I'll be working the night shift today.." Akira spoke, her back turned to Kuroo as she lightly spread avocado on her toast. Kuroo didn't reply.
As he reached for a slice of toast, his daughter Nana entered the room, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. She took a seat opposite Kuroo, her youthful energy providing a stark contrast to his own disillusionment.
"Dad," Nana began, "My friend Y/N from cheer is coming over."
โ€œWho is Y/N? I mean, I know she's your friend, but what's she like?"
"Oh, Dad, you have no idea. Y/N is the epitome of beauty. She's confident, charismatic, and has this aura that draws people in. She's got this wild, rebellious spirit that's so different from anyone else I know."
Kurooโ€™s eyebrows furrowed, a mix of intrigue and caution flickering in his eyes. "Sounds like quite a character. But what's her story? I mean, besides being your friend and all."
Nana replied. "Well, she's got this reputation, you know? The boys at school go crazy over her. She's always surrounded by attention, but she's smart too. She knows how to use her charm to get what she wants."
Kurooโ€™s mind raced, caught between the allure of your magnetic presence and the nagging voice of reason that warned against crossing forbidden boundaries. "Nana, I hope you understand that there's a lot more to a person than just their outward appearance or reputation. It's important to look beyond the surface and value the qualities that truly matter."
Nana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I get it, Dad. But sometimes, you just can't help being drawn to someone, you know? Y/N has this energy, this confidence that's hard to ignore. I guess that's why she has such an effect on people."
Kurooโ€™s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts immediately transported back to the image of you on the cheerleading squad, your vibrant beauty captivating him like a moth drawn to a flame. He struggled to maintain composure, to hide the flicker of desire that threatened to ignite within him.
"Y/N, huh?" Kuroo replied, feigning casual interest as he tried to quell the rising tide of emotions. "That's nice, Nana. You two have fun."
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows as you arrived at the Kuroo residence, your presence like a gust of wind that stirred the stagnant air. Kuroo watched from the corner of the room, a mix of curiosity and trepidation coursing through his veins.
You, exuding an air of confidence and allure, walked into the house with a sway in her hips and a smile that could melt hearts. Your eyes locked onto Kuroo, a knowing glimmer dancing within them. The room seemed to come alive, charged with an electrifying energy that crackled between them.
Kurooโ€™s heart skipped a beat as you approached him, voice dripping with seductive charm. "Hi, Mr. Kuroo. It's so nice to see you again. Nana has told me so much about you."
Kurooโ€™s pulse quickened, his mind racing to find the right words. "Likewise, Y/N. Nana speaks highly of you. I hope you two have a good time hanging out. She's upstairs showering right now"
You leaned in closer, breath caressing his ear like a whispered temptation. "Oh, we will, Mr. Kuroo. But I have to admit, there's something about you that's caught my attention. You're not like the other dads. You have this air of mystery and allure."
Kurooโ€™s throat tightened, the weight of desire and responsibility pulling him in opposite directions. He knew he should resist, that giving in to your advances would jeopardize everything he held dear. Yet, the allure of your gaze and the intoxicating chemistry between them threatened to unravel his resolve.
A subtle smile played on your lips as you continued, voice laced with an undercurrent of seduction. "You know, Mr. Kuroo, you have a way of making a girl feel alive. You've got this fire inside you, and I can't help but be drawn to it."
His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the magnetic pull you exerted. His mind churned with conflicting thoughts and emotions, torn between the temptation that stood before him and the consequences he knew would follow.
Summoning his last ounce of willpower, Kuroo straightened his posture and met your gaze with a steely resolve. "Y/N, I appreciate your flattery, but I can't ignore the boundaries that exist. My focus is on being a responsible father and husband."
Your eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and defiance. You took a step back, your mask of confidence momentarily faltering. "I see. Well, maybe one day you'll realize that life is meant to be lived, to seize the passion and desire that comes our way. Until then, Mr. Kuroo, you'll just have to settle for fantasies."
Kurooโ€™s heart sank as he watched you retreat to go upstairs, your words echoing in the empty space between them. The temptation had been strong, but he knew deep down that pursuing this forbidden path would only lead to destruction. The dance of desire had been tantalizing, but the cost was too high to bear.
As you left the room, Kuroo was left with a mix of relief and a lingering ache. He had resisted the temptation that had danced before him, choosing instead to honor the commitment he had made to his family. It was a bittersweet victory, a reminder of the fragility of human desires and the strength it took to stay true to oneself.
The night settled over the Kuroo residence like a velvety curtain, casting a hushed stillness upon the house. Kuroo sat alone in his dimly lit study, bathed in the soft glow of his computer screen. The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard filled the room, a solitary symphony in the silent hours.
Lost in his work, Kuroo's mind danced between the lines of code, his thoughts consumed by the demands of his job. It was in this moment of focused concentration that he heard a faint rustle from the staircase, a delicate whisper amidst the silence.
His heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his eyes meeting the form of you descending the stairs. Your presence, like an apparition, sent a shiver down Kuroo's spine. His initial surprise was quickly overshadowed by a rising tide of apprehension. The forbidden allure of the earlier encounter hung heavy in the air.
You approached him with a coy smile, your eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Couldn't sleep, Mr. Kuroo?"
Kuroo's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to find words. He glanced at the clock, the late hour a reminder of the boundaries that should have kept them apart. "Y/N, it's late. You should go back upstairs."
Your steps were purposeful and deliberate as she closed the distance between them. Your voice, a gentle melody, enveloped him. "I couldn't resist, Mr. Kuroo. There's something about you, something that draws me in. I feel a connection, an electricity that I can't ignore."
Kuroo's heart raced, his resolve waning in the face of your allure. The lines of his own moral code blurred as he wavered between succumbing to the forbidden desires and upholding the values he held dear.
There was a tiny voice in his head that said he should stop before things get too far to the point where you can't control anything. His desires and impulses finally snapped.
Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the voice that gives you jolts in your body. You clench your thighs at his voice and touch. The seductive act was sexy, he has to admit, sometimes the forbidden can be the most tempting.ย 
โ€œAre you finished tempting your friendโ€™s father? Did you have fun? Or do you still wanna keep goingโ€™?โ€ he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where heโ€™s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chestย 
He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are. How much of a needy slut youโ€™re being.ย 
โ€œI havenโ€™t even got you on my cock yet, and you donโ€™t know a damn thing already. Acting like you werenโ€™t behaving like a whore during the whole time you were in my house.โ€ The older man wasnโ€™t wrong at all.ย 
โ€œHow about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?โ€ he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any second thoughts you had were ready to die like wilted flowers. โ€œI know that cunt is begging to be filled.โ€
With his words, your walls clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.
Kuroo stood behind you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. โ€œWhat happened to the girl who was so willing earlier?โ€ He ridicules you.
ย โ€œPlease..I want this.โ€ you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.
โ€œOh, now you wanna be my good girl? Youโ€™re lucky it's night, your best friend is sound asleep and my wife is at work, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours โ€˜till youโ€™re crying,โ€ Kuroo tells you, and you have a feeling heโ€™ll do exactly that any given moment.
You whimper at the thought. Kurooโ€™s hands look heavy, veiny yet soothing, and he doesnโ€™t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.
With the little daring personality you had left, you reached up on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Though you started it, he quickly took control. Biting, kissing, he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. A way no man has ever.ย 
He claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to him, his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Now, it feels as though itโ€™s more intimidating than you expected.
But it makes sense, a man of his size must be large all over. He moves into you, grinding against your body for a momentโ€™s relief.
Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. โ€œN-Need your cock, Mr. Kuroo. I need you in me. T-to feel youโ€ you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Kuroo quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.
Youโ€™re bent over one of the countertops with the older manโ€™s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesnโ€™t quell the throbbing of your cunt. โ€œSo sluttyโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll fuck you like the whore you are. Donโ€™t worry,โ€ he reassures you, flipping up your skirt.
Your nipples make contact with the marble of his work desk as you pull down the top of your dress. Kuroo lands a spank on your ass, making you let out a loud cry. โ€œShhhโ€ฆ You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We donโ€™t wanna get caught, right?โ€ he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.
He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. โ€œThatโ€™s all for me?โ€ Kuroo questions, pocketing the cloth.
Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. โ€œMhm, all for you, Kuroo! No one else,โ€ your voice is more pathetic than it usually is. The confident facade was crushed by this man alone. โ€œGood girl. Call me Tetsurou.โ€ The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach.ย 
โ€œYโ€™know, I could stretch this pretty cunt out so easily. Gonna let me ruin your little fuckhole? How many little boys have already been in this cause it's clearly never been by a real man.โ€ย 
Immediately, you agree, in fact you beg for it. โ€œMhmโ€”please, Tetsurou? I need you to make me take it,โ€ you tell Kuroo. The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him groan.ย 
You can feel the heavy tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. โ€œYou better take all of this dick, sweetie.โ€
With that, he pushes in. The stretch is overbearing as Kuroo pushes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix.ย 
Your hand fists together as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. Although all you could think about was him, his daughter aka your best friend was just upstairs. The sight of her finding out what her father was doing to her best friend felt wrong but made you even more turned on.
Moans leave your mouth continuously as Kuroo begins to thrusts, growing addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him. โ€œBest pussy Iโ€™ve ever had... this can't just be a one time thing.โ€ Insteading of replying all you could do was simply whine.ย 
He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. โ€œGood girlโ€”such a good girl for me only. Youโ€™re takinโ€™ it like a winner, sweetie,โ€ Kuroo coos, but youโ€™re speechless.ย 
The sensations that send jolts through your body are ones you know you wonโ€™t be able to recreate with anyone else. Each thrust leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix.ย 
Kurooโ€™s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. โ€œFeelinโ€™ good, baby?โ€ he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear.ย 
As he thrusts into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one youโ€™ve heard many times. โ€œAlready fucked stupid? How cute. Itโ€™s okay, baby. Itโ€™s your fault for being a slut and tempting a married man.โ€ Kuroo husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.
He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure.ย 
Immediately, his large hand comes up to your face and clamps over your mouth, muffling your moans, whimpers, and whines.ย 
โ€œYou dont wanna get caught now do you, princess?โ€ he reminds you.ย 
โ€œAre you gonna come, baby?โ€ Kuroo questions, noting your little reactions.ย 
Your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. โ€œYeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,โ€ he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts.ย 
Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your friendโ€™s dad, just like youโ€™ve fantasised about. This whole scenario was straight from a porno. โ€œThatโ€™s it, good girl Y/N. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,โ€ he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.
After the shocks travelled through your body, your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Kurooโ€™s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Kuroo knows he wonโ€™t last as long as he wants to.
Itโ€™s not because he finishes quicklyโ€”itโ€™s because you feel so damn good, and he canโ€™t risk getting caught any longer.
Eventually, you ride out your release and Kuroo is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. โ€œYou fuckinโ€™ love this, donโ€™t you, baby? Gettinโ€™ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.โ€ The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you canโ€™t.ย 
Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You nod as best as you can and in return, Kuroo laughs of pride.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was made for my cock, so you better not touch it without my permission,โ€ he warns, and you nod your head. Kuroo pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. โ€œLemme hear it, baby. Tell me youโ€™ll be his good girl from now on.โ€
โ€œIโ€“ Iโ€™m your good girl Wโ€“ Wonโ€™t be bad, promise,โ€ you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But itโ€™s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Kurooโ€™s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. He groans, โ€œGood girl.โ€
Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older manโ€™s sensitive tip. A few seconds later, Kurooโ€™s cock is coated in your release.ย 
As you both catch your breath, you shamelessly move your hips. Kuroo curses from the feeling, he sets his left hand on your hip, the other one bracing against the edge of the desk.ย 
โ€œStill didnโ€™t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?โ€
โ€œNope. But you love it. Donโ€™t you. ?โ€ย 
The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.
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โ€œConfidentialโ€
kuroo x f!reader, nsfw, mdni
being close to your big brother's best friend couldn't possibly lead to anything bad... right?
wc: 5.4 k
tw: best friendโ€™s sister, age gap (2y) , virg reader, unprotected, cunnilingus, titty sucking, light bondage, spanking, biting, squirting, creampie, bd/sp, pet names (chibi, baby, kitten, darling, babydoll, angel), kuroo calls himself daddy, lets face it kuroo is a horny mf
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"chibi-chan-" you heard a deep voice saying seductively, strong arms hugging you from behind. a small yelp left your throat as you turned around, relaxing a bit more when you noticed who it was.
"kuroo! you shouldn't scare me like that!โ€ you looked around, lowering your voice, "and i thought we agreed, no contact at school. if kenma saw us, he'd freak out."
and it was true- if kenma saw his best friend flirting with his younger sister, who knows what'll happen.
"my bad. sorry. but we both know we can't help it~" he said in a low, sexy voice. โ€œi missed you, baby," he said, caressing your hair gently with one hand, as he brought the other hand to your waist. you whimpered, looking up at him.ย 
โ€kuroo, there are other people around us, people that could be watching. they might go tell him, and i don't think he'll appreciate his best friend hitting on his little sister,โ€ you squeezed your eyes shut. "how about... school lets out in two hours, right? iโ€™ll... iโ€™ll just come to your place right after, okay?โ€
he placed a finger on your lips, as if to block you. "relax, baby,โ€ he said. "no one around here thinks that about us. and in the slight chance that they might, is that not part of the fun?โ€ kuroo brought his body closer to you, whispering in your ear, โ€are you really sure you can wait?โ€
you stared at him for a minute, trying to think straight before nodding. he was so close to you.
"we both can wait, kuroo please.โ€
he chuckled, โ€alright. two hours, then.โ€ he said as he backed up and started walking away. however, before he got too far, he stepped back and leaned towards you, whispering in your ear. "i expect you to walk through my door wearing nothing but that red bikini i bought you at the beach~โ€
your head snapped up, but when you tried to respond he was already turned and walking away. your heart was beating fast, scared and excited for what was to come. and knowing kuroo, that could be anythingโ€ฆ
you quickly pushed those thoughts away. it was only a bit of teasing, after all. nothing more to it than thatโ€ฆ right?
when the final bell of the day rang, you ran home as fast as you could. you had to get there, change clothes, and leave before kenma saw you. you couldn't let him know about this.
running into your bedroom, you dug through your dresser drawers until you found the bikini kuroo bought you hiding at the bottom. it was tiny, the bottoms closer to a thong and the top being made of tiny material that barely covered your chest, breasts practically spilling out of it. it was bright red, one of his favorite colors. you hurriedly changed into it, putting a loose t-shirt and some shorts over it, and ran out of the house.
kuroo was already waiting for you at the door when you rounded the corner.
"you're late~" he said in a flirty voice, but his voice was mixed with genuine concern. once he saw you come inside, he brought you into an embrace, and gently kissed you on the lips. โ€œwhat caused all the trouble?" he said in a teasing voice, as his hands began to go under your loose shirt and the shorts you were wearing.
"i-i had a bit of trouble trying to find the bikini set you asked me to wear... found it though.โ€ your breath was shaking as you felt his cold fingers run up and down your skin beneath the t-shirt.
he was surprised by your nervousness. โ€œyou're shakingโ€ฆ" he let his hands run all over your skin, slowly bringing you closer to him.
"let's not stand around here though-" he whispered in a sexy voice as he took you by your hands and began walking towards his bedroom.
you could tell by the way he had been acting all day that this would be different. he was being more suggestive, more sly with his words. his hands were touching you more than usual. you had a feeling this wouldn't just be one of your normal make-out sessions.
once he had you inside his room, he pushed you against the wall and started to kiss you passionately. he was much more aggressive than he ever had been; it was as if the idea of you coming to his room wearing the red bikini had made him go insane. "chibi-chan~" he said as his hands went lower and lower. "i am so happy you cameโ€ฆโ€œ he said as he bit your lower lip.
a gasp left your mouth when he bit down. it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. whimpers began to escape your throat as you felt everything. he had you practically pinned against the wall, and you couldn't move as his mouth became more intense and his hands began to roam.
he bit your lower lip harder, while his other hand began to reach your thighs. he had always seen you as kenma's little sister. someone he had to be protective of, like a big brother. yet in this moment, he felt a rush of passion and lust. "chibi-chan~" he said in a sexy voice. "my body is yours.โ€
a moan came out of your mouth from his movements and words. the line of what was considered risquรฉ and taboo for you two was blurred and you didn't know what to think anymore. "kurooooo" you whined out, long as slow from his touches.
"my, my. such a naughty and needy little kitten-" he whispered as he felt you moan. he pushed you down slowly, and as you got down on your knees, he knelt in front of you. "let daddy kuroo take care of you, baby~" he said while slowly sliding his shirt off.
you looked up at him with your eyes blown wide. it wasn't like you hadn't seen him without a shirt on before, you had gone to the pool and beach together several times. but this was differentโ€ฆ
you sat there, not knowing what to do as you watched him. โ€œk-kuroo?โ€
"no need to speak, baby. just enjoy yourself," he said as he pulled you closer to him. he kissed you passionately while slowly removing your shirt and shorts from you. only the red bikini that he had bought you remained.
the cold air rushed over you, chills going down your body as you sat there, letting him stare at you. the bikini leftover was so tiny.
he ran his fingers over your skin. โ€œchibi-chanโ€ฆ i want you so badly~โ€ he said in a seductive voice as he began to kiss your neck, moving his body closer to yours.
a whimper left your mouth when he kissed you, and your hands began running up and down his muscles. โ€œk-kuroo? can... can iโ€ฆโ€ your face was blushing deeply by now.
"can you what, baby?โ€ he said in a soft voice as his hands ran all over your body. he could feel your desire from your movements, and it made him lustful.
"can i call you by your first name? is that okay?โ€ you looked up at him with babydoll eyes, not wanting to make him uncomfortable if you did it without permission.
he stopped for a second and stared at you. "of course you can, baby.โ€ he said in a soft tone. โ€œi want you to have as much fun as possible~" he said, as he kissed you on the lips, and began to remove his pants. he slipped his pants down slowly, making sure you were watching. his black boxers were the only thing that remained as he looked down on you again.
kuroo looked down at you. you were a small, and yet alluring figure, as you sat on your knees in front of him, wearing nothing but the bright red bikini. "my, my~ you look so hot in that color-" he said while reaching out with his hand to touch you.
you started whimpering as he brushed his hands across your bikini top, then slowly began untying the string. โ€œte-tetsuro?โ€
he nodded. "yes, baby. what do you need?โ€ his eyes were already glued to the string that connected your bikini top, fingers playing with it unmindfully. this was really happening.
โ€want you to touch me, tetsuro.โ€ your breath was shaking, but you were confident in what you were saying.
your words hit him, and his eyes filled with lust, face turning red as he reached out with his hand and slowly, gently removed the top from your body. "is this what you wanted?" he asked seductively as he kissed you on the neck, and slowly ran his fingers over your body.
a loud moan escaped your mouth, groaning as you felt his hands and fingers tease your breasts. his hands were cold, rough, and they began to trace your skin with his fingertips. "so good tetsur- aHโ€ your breath caught when you felt him pinch your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.
he chuckled. "looks like I got a submissive little angel~" he said in a teasing voice as his hands began to roam all over your body. "i'm not done yet, baby~" he whispered seductively as he continued to fondle your body. kuroo lowered his face to your chest, and you could feel his breath against your skin. his tongue began to circle your nipples, playing with the peaks as his fingers pushed them up closer to his face. he attached his mouth to one, sucking hard and nibbling at the skin. when he pulled back, you could already tell a bruise would be there tomorrow, and it made you whine in excitement.
kuroo picked you up by the waist, carrying you over to his bed where he laid you down on your back. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed, and he was still standing, looking over you. he was enjoying this too much already.
he leaned in and gently pushed your legs further and further apart. you felt his large hands begin to stroke the bikini bottoms, pawing over your mound and making you shake as he pushed your legs wider. when he took a finger to push the bottoms to the side, a gasp left your mouth as you threw your head back.
he brought his face even closer to yours. "you look so beautiful, like a sweet little babydoll~" he whispered seductively as he gave your mouth a light peck, moving to start kissing your neck. he took your legs and pushed them up even further, exposing you completely. "are you sure you want this?" he asked in a hushed, teasing voice as he continued to kiss you.
you looked up at him, staring at him with glistening eyes as you nodded your head.
โ€œyes, tetsuro, pleaseโ€
he stopped moving, and just stared at you for a few seconds. "thank you, baby-" he said in a soft voice and kissed you on the lips. he felt so bad for kenma... but he can't deny the enjoyment he was feeling right now.
kuroo continued to kiss your neck, slowly letting his fingers slide down your body once again, as his other hand went to your leg. you could feel him playing with the tie for the bikini bottoms, toying with it to the point where it was almost loose. it made you realize that his fingers were so long in comparison to yours, and made you wonder how his fingers might feel when he used them on you.
he slowly untied the bikini string, letting them fall, revealing you in your entirety. "you look so gorgeous, kitten," he said in a soft voice as he brought his face closer to yours.
the moment the string was fully untied and the fabric pulled away, he began to run his long fingers all over your body. he moved his other hand, lifting you over to him so that your body was now on top of his. "chibi-chan~" he said in a soft and seductive voice. โ€œiโ€™ve always wanted this~โ€
you were straddling his head, and you were confused for a moment about why he put you in this position until he started moving his mouth. he slowly stuck his tongue out, licking long stripes down your folds. toying with the skin around your pussy, teasing as he barely missed the areas you wanted him to touch most. you let out one of the loudest whines youโ€™d ever done before, sounding almost pathetic in your want for him.
he laughed, โ€you are so loud." he whispered in a teasing tone against your skin, his breath sending chills across your body. he continued to play with you for a bit, licking circles on your thighs and folds until he looked up at you and said โ€œi have an idea."
"do you trust me, baby?" he asked, murmuring between kisses.
you nodded your head fast. โ€œi trust you with everything tetsuro.โ€
he can't help but feel protective and responsible in your reaction... for some reason, despite how much lust and excitement he felt from seeing you like this. "lie on your stomach for me, baby.โ€
you lifted your legs from their position around his head, turning around and crawling forward on the bed. you sat on your knees for a second, catching your breath before he pressed you into the position where he wanted you- laying on your stomach, your legs slightly propped up. your head was on a pillow, and you turned to look back at him. โ€w-what's next, tetsuro?โ€
"put your hands behind your back,โ€ he said in a soft voice. he knew you trusted him, but it felt better doing it this way. at least for him.
kuroo tied your hands with his belt so that you could not move them, tugging slightly to make sure it was secure. "is this okay with you?" he asked.
you nodded your head slowly. "y-yeah, it's okay.โ€
he smirked with a playful and seductive smile, and began to play with you. "oh, look at those asscheeks,โ€ he said in a gravelly voice. "just begging to be kissed and punished... aren't they?โ€ he moved in close to you, and began to make small circles on your thighs with his tongue.
light noises were leaving your throat as you felt his actions. you were unable to do anything, but somehow it turned you on more. kurooโ€™s tongue kept getting higher and higher as he licked up your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to your pussy. whenever you would whine, he would spank you lightly, trying to punish you, but somehow it made you feel even better. it felt so naughty while he did things to your body like that.
"do you like that, darling? do you like how i spank you?" he asked in a teasing voice, as he continued to kiss your body, making small circles with his tongue on your thighs and kneading the skin.
โ€œi l-love it, t-tetsuroโ€ your legs squeezed together around his head, trying to keep him there, doing what he was doing. your body was quivering from all the stimulation he was giving you, and it felt so good.
kuroo laughed. "your legs are squeezing me," he said, using his lips to explore you even more. he was sucking on your body so hard that you were sure heโ€™d be leaving marks, nibbling and pulling at your skin with his teeth to make you whimper even more. "i hope youโ€™re prepared for the next partโ€ฆโ€ he said in a teasing voice.
he kept licking higher and higher, until you finally felt the tip of his tongue swipe through the folds of your pussy, ghosting the entrance. a yelp escaped your mouth, as you whined for him. "yes, tetsuro! yesssโ€ฆโ€
he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound you made, smiling as he continued to make circles around the hole. "yes, what, chibi-chan?" he asked with a seducing voice. โ€œdo you want more?~โ€
โ€œm-m-more,โ€ your legs were shaking as you tried to hold yourself at least slightly up for him, trying to shuffle closer to his face.
"you sure, baby? not everyone can handle me.." kuroo said with a smirk on his face. he was teasing you so much, definitely taking his time to prolong the night. "is this really what you want, chibi-chan~?" he said in a slightly condescending tone, as his tongue continued to circle your entrance.
"y-yessss, pleaseeeeโ€ you were whining so loud at this point, wanting his tongue to do more
"i don't think you are prepared for this, babydoll... what if iโ€™m too good?" he said, teasing you even more with the tone of his voice before his tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy unannounced.
when his tongue finally went in, you yelped, and then groaned loudly from the contact. โ€s-so good, tetsuro-โ€œย 
his tongue licking in and out was unlike anything you'd felt before then. he was sucking and scooping you slick out of your pussy like he was starved, moaning from the taste and sending vibrations across that made you throw your head back in pleasure. when he pulled his head back, his jaw was wet, covered in your slick, and he licked his lips. the sight alone made a loud moan escape your throat.
he let out a deep laugh. "you were not prepared at all, kitten~" kuroo said in a teasing tone. he was definitely not holding back... "i am so proud of you, baby~" he whispered in a soft voice, lowering his head again as he began to work his mouth on you again. his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling it and flicking it quickly with his tongue.
it was so much- his tongue mapping your body, his big callused hands holding you down tightly, the sounds of him moaning into your cunt as he worked your body.
โ€-tetsuro, iโ€™m-iโ€™m gonnaโ€ฆโ€ย 
you were close already.
"yes, darling-" he said in a teasing voice, murmuring against your pussy. "be as loud as you want~," he said in a seductive tone as his tongue began to work you faster, pushing deeper in an attempt to hit your sweet spots.ย 
is this really happening? if this is real, kenma would be so mad if he knewโ€ฆ
you felt your cunt begin to squeeze tight, and a shrieking yelp left your throat as your body felt like it was exploding. you were panting, your body shaking and spasming, the pressure in your pussy feeling like you were being crushed. when you finally had the ability to open your eyes, you turned to look at him, only to notice he was looking back at you with wide eyes, his face soaking wet. โ€œy-you just squirtedโ€ฆ on my faceโ€ฆโ€ he whispered slowly, looking shocked.
he got on the bed and sat down beside you, smiling lightly, but you could tell in his eyes he looked surprised and confusedโ€ฆ
he put his hands on your hips and helped you sit up in his lap. you were so small in comparison to his large frame, so petite in his eyes.
"chibi-chan... how did you come so easy like that?" kuroo asked in a teasing voice, as he pulled you in closer to him. he untied your hands and you immediately slumped forward, grabbing his shoulders and breathing hard.
"y-you make me like this tetsuroโ€ฆ thank you.โ€
he looked at you as his fingers ran through your hair. "is this the first time you have felt like this?" he asked in a softer, almost concerned tone. โ€œwasโ€ฆ was i the first?โ€
you looked up at him and nodded slowly. "that's never happened beforeโ€ฆ didn't know i couldโ€ฆโ€ you stayed silent for a minute before squeezing your eyes shut. "i-i've never been with anyone before... but i think i'm ready though.โ€
โ€œ... i think you are, too," he said simply, as his eyes stared deeply into yours. you could tell this was something he hadn't expected you to say.
"chibi-chan... i know this sounds weird, but... do you want me to be your first?" kuroo asked slowly... his tone was soft, and it carried some weight to it. like he genuinely wanted to be with you.
you stared into his eyes and nodded slowly. โ€yes... i want it to be you." you tightened your hold around him, trying to think of how to say what you felt. โ€œi think iโ€™ve always wanted it to be you.โ€
he froze. "no way-" he said softly and in a teasing voice, as he held you by the hips again. "do you really mean it, chibi-chan? baby, iโ€ฆ what about kenma? the friendship we all have?โ€
he paused for a minute, thinking before he spoke again. โ€œwas i your first love?" he asked slowly, his voice heavy. you nodded your head.
"from the first time i saw you with kenma, i knew it was you. playing volleyball with my brother, i thought i was just happy that he had a friend. but the more i got to know you, the more i was around you, started to realize it wasn't just happiness. it was love too.โ€
this moment was... so precious to him, but he also was feeling sad for you... youโ€™d known each other for so many years...
he began smiling. "chibi-chan... can i ask you one last question... before i do anything else?"
"w-what is it tetsuro?โ€
"this isn't just sex. you actually want me to make love to you, right?" he asked in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... are you sure you want to do this with me?โ€
you stared deep into his eyes, nodding your head. "i basically saved myself for you... and you just did all that to me, i wouldn't want it to end now. i wouldn't want this with anyone else.โ€
saved myself for youโ€ฆ
those four words made this feel like the most special moment of his life. the way you looked at him, and the way your words carried so much meaning... so sweet, yet so tempting. a forbidden relationshipโ€ฆย 
"then..." he said in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... let's do this.โ€ he hoped you wouldn't regret this afterwards, but... he just knew you wouldn't.
kuroo lightly lifted you by the hips, laying you down on the bed and leaning over you. he began to kiss you, slower and with more passion than he had previously. it felt like he was trying to somehow express even more how much this meant to him, how much he actually felt for you. his hands ran up and down your sides, and the only thing that separated you by now were his black boxersโ€ฆ
the sounds of your moans were so precious to him, telling him just how much you wanted him, reminding him how much this whole encounter meant to both of you. he just couldn't resist anymore, and he began to move his hand downwardโ€ฆ with the sound of fabric falling, his boxers were now on the floor as well.
your eyes were squeezed shut as he kissed you, and with him propped over your body, you couldn't see anything. but you could definitely feel when he took his boxers off- something warm, heavy, and stiff suddenly hitting your stomach. you opened your mouth as you sucked in a breath, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you next.
he had never seen an expression like this from you. you looked so lovely, yet so confused. you looked... pure in this moment. like an angel atop his bedsheets. and that was precisely what he was about to change right nowโ€ฆ
โ€œ-tetsuro?โ€
you looked up at him, staring into his eyes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter. "i'm ready.โ€
this was it for him- he finally had the opportunity to make love to you. but something about your eyes... the way you looked right at him, and then you said those soft wordsโ€ฆ he knew he would never forget this moment. "baby... iโ€ฆโ€ he said in a soft voice. "i love youโ€ฆโ€ย 
and with those words, he claimed youโ€ฆ
your breath caught as you felt him press in, a moan escaping your mouth from the feeling. the head of his cock was fat, pushing in slowly like a suction cup stretching you out. it made your pussy ache, but you were already craving more. the further he pressed in, the more full you felt, your tight cunt sucking him in. "i-i love you too" you whispered out. "y-you feel so goodโ€ฆโ€
he could feel your body shaking... he could see your eyes slowly looking away as you were trying your best to hide your face. this was so precious to himโ€ฆ
"look at me darling." he whispered in a soft voice as he held you by the hips. "let me see you..." you were so beautiful to him right now... he wanted to replay this moment in his memories for as long as he lived.
"-so big" your voice was coming out in gasps; you weren't expecting this. you looked at him with your eyes glazed over, tears prickling in the corners as you felt him finally stop moving. kuroo was fully sheathed inside you, the heavy tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with a pressure that made you mewl. he slowly began to move, pulling out until just the tip was left in, before slowly pushing back forward. the more he moved, the faster he began to go.
your expressions were so cute... so pure... it was driving him insane. "you're so sweet, kitten." he whispered in a gentle tone. "just like this, okay? let's look at each other.โ€ your eyes shifted so you were staring deeply into each other, and he could feel that you were just as passionate about this as he was. you were just as invested.
when your eyes were locked on each other's, you could almost feel his emotions. his eyes were shining as he stared down at you whenever youโ€™d make a noise. his eyebrows would furrow with concentration whenever heโ€™d speed up or grip you stronger. this was so much more than you could have imagined it would be. and yet somehow you still wanted more. โ€œh-harderโ€ฆโ€
he was smiling. "whatever you want, babyโ€ฆ" he said in a gentle, but seductive tone, thrusting with each word. โ€œask, and i'll do it.โ€ย 
he started to pick up his pace, snapping his hips harder to push in with more force. it made you whimper and moan louder, murmuring his name in a string of sloppy words that barely formed real sentences. kuroo wanted more too... his heart felt like it was beating faster and faster by the second.
you could hear the bed shifting now, bumping the wall whenever heโ€™d push forward. the sound of your skin hitting louder as he sped up more. your cunt began to tighten again, like earlier, and you knew this time what was about to happen.
"..tetsuro..." you panted and whined out.
"chibi-chan..?" he asked in a questioning tone. "baby, are you alreadyโ€ฆโ€ย 
no wayโ€ฆ he thought as he kept speeding up. he wanted to give you everything that you deserved at this moment.ย 
your teeth began to grit as you squeezed your face, eyebrows knit and eyes practically glued shut. "i-ah!" your pussy clenched around him as you came again, spraying around his cock and leaving a puddle to form under your ass. he looked down on you, surprised you had come so fast, but that face quickly turned back into a smirk. it made him feel even more confident, even more turned on when he realized he made you cum twice. he kept moving, faster than before.
"oh my god..." he whispered in a soft voice. โ€œbaby, iโ€ฆโ€ย 
kuroo felt like he was about to explode. he could barely contain himself as he kept speeding up even more. "please..." he said in a hushed tone. "i feel so close, baby..." his eyes were so focused on you, and his mind was racing. "want... to... toโ€ฆโ€
"please tetsuro... want you to cum in me,โ€ you were panting into his ear as he burrowed his head into your neck. you wanted him so bad.
'i'm... so..." his eyes were shut against your neck. โ€œi'm so..." his mind felt like he was floating, unstable and shaky from uncertainty. "close," he grunted out. โ€œchibi-chanโ€ฆ" his movements were so much more forceful.
he was grunting louder now, practically growling in your ear as he was becoming more and more aggressive. you heard him let out a final moan, before stalling his hips and shuttering. you felt his hot ropes of cum begin to shoot into your cunt, filling it with his warmth.
"baby.." he whispered in a deep tone. "you made me... feel so.." he couldn't even explain it with words right now. he pulled away from you, sliding out and laying down on the bed beside you with a smile on his face. his fingers trailed your jawline as you lay there, your head on his chest, until you both fell asleep.
โ€”โ€”โ€”
after some time, kenma came over to kuroo's house to find a charger that he accidentally left over. but what he found instead when he walked into the room was his little sister and best friend, asleep on top of each other, obviously not dressed under the blanket they shared.
he shook kuroo lightly, trying to wake him up.
kuroo lazily opened his eyes, as he slowly turned to look at him. he gave him a soft smile. "oh... hey kenma..." he said in a calm voice. "what do you need?โ€
and that's when he looked down and remembered. he saw that you were lying on top of him, barely covered... was this really happening?
kenma slowly walked closer to the bed, staring at what was in front of him. "i came over to find my charger, but i guess i found my sister tooโ€ฆโ€ he looked between you and kuroo. "you two slept together, didn't you? it'd explain the lack of clothes.โ€
kuroo felt his cheeks heat up, blushing even redder than they were prior. "yes kenma... we... we did." he said softly as he turned to look at him. "chibi-chan and i... iโ€™ve been keeping feelings for her for a while now, and she did for me tooโ€ฆโ€ he really, really didn't want to make this sound awkward, but his friend deserved the truth.
kenma stared down at you two, seeming to try and process what was happening before him. he stuttered a few times, trying to grasp what to say, before he finally spoke up. "just don't hurt her, okay? if you do, i'm going to purposefully send you bad sets for the rest of the season.โ€
when he looked back at kurooโ€™s face, he rolled his eyes before smiling lightly. โ€œand clean her up, would you? i can see yourโ€ฆ leftovers on her, it's kinda gross.โ€
kuroo blushed deeper at kenmaโ€™s observation, looking down to notice the small puddle of cum sitting next to your thigh that had obviously dripped out of you.
"we get it, kenma, haha." he whispered in a joking tone as he rubbed your back. "we'll take care of things now.โ€ he turned his head to see your face, you really were asleep. โ€œchibi-chan?โ€
kenma smiled as he grabbed his charger from the table, shaking his head while shutting the door and leaving the house. you were curled up in kuroo's lap, breathing slowly as you dreamed.
you really were fast asleep... kurooโ€™s heart was still pounding. this really happenedโ€ฆ
he looked down at you, your beautiful face soft and peaceful. he fought the urge to kiss you, not wanting to wake you up yet.
โ€œsleeping beautyโ€ฆ" he whispered as he gently caressed your hair. for the time being, at least, he just wanted to hold you close to him. you felt so precious, and you were finally his.
i guess iโ€™m doing tags now bc i was asked lol, leave a comment or note in reblogs if you want me to add you to the list for future fics! - @tsukiran @msbyomimi
a/n: this one was a bit shorter than the last fic, but itโ€™s bc i was writing another one at the same time & that oneโ€™s gonna be multiple chapters so uh yah prep for that lol
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Random Haikyuu x Reader Head Cannons
Kuroo:
He actually doesnโ€™t cuddle you in your sleep. Controversial, I know but given his sleeping position, he just canโ€™t.ย 
To every rule there is an exception: He will cuddle you til you fall asleep. After youโ€™re asleep, he removes his arms from you.
You stay pressed to his side and he enjoys you being there
You almost always fall asleep before you. But you always wake up before him.
You peer your eye over the edge of the blanket, smile hidden as you admire his squished face he has in between pillows
Bokuto:
Surprisingly a good dancer. True he gets a little excited and spins you a little too much but he has great rhythm and timing
Loves dancing with you. Anywhere. Anytime.
Dances in public. There is so many videos of him and you that were trending do to his volleyball fame
Dances in the kitchen, til you complain that the food might burn.
He loves dipping and spinning you.ย 
The giggles you let out are the reason he loves it.
Kenma:
no matter you cook for this man, he sees it a a five Michelin star meal
If he thinks really hard, he can almost taste the very first meal you cooked him.
You bring him hearty snacks when heโ€™s gaming.
Has asked you to feed it to him so he can continue gaming. (you said no)
He jokes youโ€™re a healer with your food. Stamina +10, Sadness -25
You sneak vegetables into every dish
On the *extremely* rare occasion he offers to help, you and him are quite the cooking duo
A way to a manโ€™s heart is through his stomach
Sugawara:
Married old couple energy
You have matching chairs, they are also right next to each other
He loves to watch you do your hobbies even if he isnโ€™t interested in them. Heโ€™s more focused on the joy that they bring you
You didnโ€™t even confess. It was more of you spent everyday with each other and asked โ€œAre we dating?โ€ And he replied with โ€œYeah?โ€
Soulmates. Period.
All of your friends say your relationship goals even you just think you both are mature enough to be with each other
Even when problems do arise, it never lead to a screaming match. Instead you talk through the issue with terms like โ€œI know you did this because of *blank*, but I did not like that/understand why because *blank*โ€. If you two canโ€™t come to an agreement and are getting agitated: you both will go into separate rooms to calm down.ย 
Healthy relationship baddies
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sachirobabe ยท 26 days
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Chapter 1
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Kuroo Tetsurou x reader
Wc: 986
Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.
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Taglist: @funky-writes, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu
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It was normal for third-years to be captains, but not necessarily in your case. You had been a captain since your first-year. Your coach had different rules, and everybody voted on a captain regardless of year status. Leading to you becoming a leader from your first year on the team.
Surprisingly, the girls and boys teams were kept separate often. The only one you were semi-close to was Nobuyuki Kai, only because you two were in the same class.
You had suggested numerous times for practice matches or jointed practices, but had consistently been turned down by the other captains and the boys' head coach.
Budgeting, costs and other important factors were assessed during the meeting. It was finally time for your yearly begging of having the two teams be closer.
"What could we benefit from playing with you guys?" Coach Nekomata crosses his arms in his seat.
"We've won the spring national tournament for the past two years." Your coach says curtly. โ€œWeโ€™d be great practice.โ€
He ponders. "You've been at this since you were a little first-year, Y/n." Nekomata chuckles and turns in his chair to face you. "I like your determination. Why not? Let's do it."
"Really?" Your mouth is agape.
"Mhm." He agrees. "We'll plan at least one practice match every week."
"Thank you!" You bow to him and the new captain sitting next to him.
"You won't regret it, coach." Mori, your coach gives him a wide smile.
"We won't go easy on you." The new captain exits along with you.
"Better not." You smile back. "I'm Y/n L/n, I'm sorry I never got to formally meet you in there."
"It's all good. Kuroo Tetsurou." He says back. "New year already, huh?"
"Last one, too." You smile softly, "You think you'll get many new players trying out?"
He thinks for a moment, "Probably not, you?"
"We always have a big turnout, but most of the unserious players quit after the first day. I think weโ€™ll get 3-4 new first-years.โ€ You answer.
"I'm really excited for the training camp, you're assisting right?" He continues the small talk.
"Yeah I will, don't you remember me assisting the last couple of years?" You raise an eyebrow.
He laughs softly, "I do. Just wanted to make sure." He shrugs his broad shoulders. "Well anyway, I've gotta do some supply checks, I'll see you later." He waves and you give a small one back.
The spring wind softly blew, giving a nice breeze to the warm sun. First day of school and volleyball was tomorrow, youโ€™re both excited and a little sad. This would be your last year before going to university.
You began to walk home, putting in your headphones to listen to music to past time. The music stopped, indicating you were getting a call. Confused, you look at your screen and see Himari, your best friend and teammate.
โ€œHello?โ€ You pick up.
โ€œHey, you busy?โ€ She asks out of breath.
โ€œNo, Iโ€™m just coming back from the captains meeting.โ€ You say.
โ€œI forgot that was today, howโ€™d it go?โ€ She questions and hears you sigh, โ€œYou know what, come to my house. We can bake some cookies and talk about it.โ€
A small smile formed on your lips, you had good news, but you wanted to act upset so you could tell her in person. โ€œIโ€™m heading over, you need me to pick up anything at the store?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t think so, my mom just went grocery shopping.โ€ She says.
โ€œAlright, Iโ€™m 5 minutes away.โ€ You say and hang up, you quickly text your parents that youโ€™d be going over to Himariโ€™s for a little.
She lived next door to you, making you grow up with each other. Your mom had put you into volleyball from a young age and when Himari moved in, you asked her to play and she too, fell in love with the sport.
You donโ€™t even knock anymore, thatโ€™s how close your families are. You let yourself in and see Himari sitting at her kitchen counter.
โ€œWhereโ€™s your mom?โ€ You say, wanting to greet her.
โ€œSheโ€™s on a date!โ€ Himari smiles widely. Her mother was divorced and ended up raising Himari herself.
โ€œPlease tell me itโ€™s with the guy from the farmers market.โ€ You ask and she nods furiously, making you both squeal. โ€œGood for her. I hope it goes well.โ€
โ€œSame here.โ€ She agrees. โ€œNow, tell me all about the meeting.โ€ She pulls out a mixing bowl, already having the ingredients out.
You walk over to the sink to wash your hands, โ€œYou know how it always goes. Budgeting, storage, and whatnot.โ€
โ€œSo boring.โ€ She rolls her eyes and eats a chocolate chip, โ€œDid you ask coach Nekomata about joint practices or matches?โ€
โ€œI did.โ€ You say and stay quiet. โ€œHe said yes!โ€
She screams in excitement, โ€œNo way. Really?โ€
โ€œYes way. He said he liked my determination and would schedule a practice match every week!โ€ You two hug and pull away.
โ€œIโ€™m so glad. We could definitely beat them.โ€ She rolls her eyes.
โ€œI know.โ€ You smile. โ€œI canโ€™t wait to tell the rest of the team.โ€
โ€œSpeaking of, has coach gave you the practice plan?โ€ She gulps.
โ€œNo.โ€ You say with wide eyes. โ€œItโ€™ll probably be bad. She does it so she can weed out the weak ones.โ€
Himari grabs a cookie from the pan, โ€œLets toast, for the next two weeks of absolute hell.โ€ You grab a cookie and touch it against hers giggling.
โ€œItโ€™s getting late.โ€ You say, having to be up early after weeks of waking up late. โ€œIโ€™ll see you tomorrow!โ€ You wave and jog to your house.
You greet your parents and quickly head off to your room to make sure you have everything for tomorrow. You have butterflies in your stomach as you lay in bed, forcing your eyes shut.
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taytak3syou ยท 1 year
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IN LOVE WITH YOUR...
โ†’ Bokuto, Kuroo, Daichi, Kenma, Sugawara
โ†’ nsfw content, F!reader, thigh squeezing, neck bites/kisses, stomach bulge, tit squeezing, getting flustered
ห—หห‹BOKUTOหŽหŠห—
โ†ณ Bokuto is absolutely obsessed with your thighs. He feels like he canโ€™t function without feeling them at least once a day. He always loves touching them whenever he can. No matter where you two go he always has to sit next to you to touch your thighs.
โ†ณ He loves when you wear short skirts of short dresses. He always drags his hand along your thighs, kneading them after you two have had sex and he loves the grunts and moans that fall from your soft lips.
ใ€Œเน‘ยฐKUROOยฐเน‘ใ€
โ†ณ Kuroo loves your lips and how plump they are. He loves dragging his thumb across your bottom lip when you two are making out. He loves how you kiss him tiredly in the morning before he leaves for work, and how you kiss him passionately as soon as he walks through the door after a long day of work.
โ†ณ He loves your lips on your face, and your lips down there as well. He loves running his long fingers in between them and giving your clit soft kisses and hearing your pants, moans, and whimpers. Only turning him on more.
ยฐโ€ข.DAICHI.โ€ขยฐ
โ†ณ Daichi loves your stomach. He loves laying on it when you two watch movies or just relax with each other. He always blows on it, making you laugh and push him away, and he absolutely loves your laugh so he always does it.
โ†ณ He always holds one of your hands at the bottom of your stomach when heโ€™s fucking you so you can feel the large bulge go in and out of you. You always whimper when you look at where you two connect, and where he ends. And he finds it so hot.
โœฉ:โ—ฆโ€ขKENMAโ€ข:โ—ฆโœฉ
โ†ณ Kenma loves your boobs. He always gets flustered by the sight of them. You always hugged him, pressing your boobs against his chest and he always got a red face. He always steels glances at them and you find it so cute how he always looks shocked when you ask him if he wants to touch them.
โ†ณ You always place his hand on your boob during sex, telling him it was okay to touch them. And he gladly did so. He pinched and twisted your nipples and squeezed your boobs, eating up the loud moans and whimpers that fall from your lips.
โ™กโŠฑSUGAโŠฐโ™ก
โ†ณ Suga loves kissing your collarbone. He always starts by kissing your neck and then moves down to your collarbone to leave soft kisses and a few bite marks. Heโ€™s done it so much to the point where itโ€™s become a sensitive spot, and even the softest kisses make you whimper.
โ†ณ He always leaves bite marks and hickeys on your collarbone because most of your dresses show your collarbone, showing everyone that you had a boyfriend, and your boyfriend had you.
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Love Galore
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pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f!reader x bokuto koutsro
chapter summary: an introspective view of the story's events from the beginning โ€” through the eyes of Akaashi Keiji
wc: 19.2k+ [jfc i really am so sorry]
a/n: thank you to those that have stuck by me and this story, despite my hiatus. i truly appreciate every single person that's ever read a single word of LG, or left lovely messages/comments, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much. i worked on this chapter, little by little every day, and i promise i never stopped thinking about you guys. i kept thinking it was done, but apparently i had a lot to say haha. this still isn't the end, but please enjoy the chapter, i've worked really hard on it and i hope you like it :) your love and support mean the world to me, xoxo
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Akaashi doesnโ€™t say much, but he sees it all.ย 
It was a habit that heโ€™s had for as long as he could remember, practically born with. Practically second nature, it seems, for him to keep a keen and sharp eye on his surroundings, making mental notes until itโ€™s all piled up and cluttered into his brain. Heโ€™s been called many things in his short life. Observant. Perspective. Attentive. Psychic. Genius. Creepy.ย 
Akaashi prefers to just be called Keiji.ย 
Most of the time, he thinks itโ€™s a blessing.ย ย 
When he was younger, heโ€™d impress all the old ladies in his neighborhood with his mindless comments.
Have you lost weight?
Thatโ€™s a new jacket isnโ€™t it, oba-san?
Oh, that must be a different perfume youโ€™re wearing today.
Comments that sounded adorable coming from a child, when all the others in his age range could barely notice if they were even wearing matching shoes.ย 
Sometimes, heโ€™s thankful. It was what got him so far in the sport he loved, after all. His ability to see things others usually just brush to the side โ€” how an opponent grits his teeth and flexes his jaw right before he jumps up for the spike, or the directions their eyes tend to flicker to right before they pass the ball. How the twitch of their lip meant anger and annoyance, or the restless running around the court showing impatience.ย 
Akaashi sees it all โ€“ each bit of information sorted into the compartments in his mind, saving it for when he needs to make his move. This wasnโ€™t something inherent โ€“ it was a skill he only learned with time, through trials and errors until his mind became a well-oiled machine. Eventually, itโ€™d become difficult for anyone to escape the sharpness of Akaashiโ€™s eyes, and itโ€™s a skill heโ€™s always used to his own benefit.ย 
If that playerโ€™s angry, it will be easy to bait him. If heโ€™s impatient, then itโ€™s just a matter of time before he makes a mistake. And Akaashi will be right there waiting.ย 
It was easily applicable outside of the court as well.
In the hallways of school, heโ€™d learned to ignore the giggles and whispers in his wake. Making friends was simple, almost effortless. An off-handed comment about someoneโ€™s new haircut, bringing his classmates snacks and drinks as if he had just accidentally bought too much at the convenience store โ€“ not a single person thinking twice at the fact that heโ€™d miraculously gotten all their favorites.ย 
Akaashi was the guy that would notice if you were wearing different nail polish, or if the charms on your backpack were different, would note if youโ€™ve started a new sport or were talking about that new drama just a little bit more often โ€“ and heโ€™d say a something that could be compliment, with only a few words at best, but it was enough for you to note that he was paying attention.ย 
In his second year of junior high, heโ€™d even become quite the hot topic among the girls in his class, because somehow he could always tell who had a crush on who. Theyโ€™d flock around his desk like vultures, picking at whatever bits and scraps they could get from his carcass until he had no choice but to throw them a bone.ย 
If you get this bread for Yagi-kun, heโ€™ll really like it.ย 
Arakawa-san told me he likes girls with short hair.ย 
Toku-san studies in the library on Wednesdays, you should bring him a drink.
The boys would try to act like theyโ€™re not interested in the commotion that always seemed to surround Akaashi. Gossip? Thatโ€™s for the girls โ€“ not something for boys to partake in. But it was only a matter of time before theyโ€™d come running to Akaashi for a โ€œpsychic readingโ€, never wanting to admit that all they really wanted was a bit of guidance.ย 
Theyโ€™d come running back to him, tittering and snickering whenever his advice would work. Suddenly, he was seen as a genius, a guru โ€“ as much as any preteen boy could actually be.
It was easy, really โ€“ a personโ€™s body language can often tell you much more than words could ever manage to say, and Akaashi had always been an avid reader. Heโ€™d try to tell them as much, try to teach his friends what to look for and where, but alas the ability had still been dubbed a โ€˜giftโ€™.
But sometimes, it can be a curse.ย 
For a long while, there were only two kinds of people in Akaashiโ€™s life: those that wanted to use him for his talents, and those that seemed to resent him for it.ย 
It was actually comical how fast it is for some to turn their backs. Flipping around on him like a switch, taking all the brightness with them and leaving Akaashi alone in the dark.ย 
He had learned โ€“ the hard way โ€“ that most people actually quite hated the notion of being perceived. It strikes them with a sense of anxiety that was unfamiliar โ€“ not exactly fear, but something akin to uneasiness. The constant feeling of eyes on your back was enough to drive anyone crazy, even more so when youโ€™re meant to be somewhere safe.ย 
Itโ€™s not as if Akaashi was doing it on purpose. Sometimes, he wasnโ€™t even aware he was doing anything at all. He wasnโ€™t watching anyone specifically, but was it his fault if certain things caught his attention? Was it wrong for him to be observant of his surroundings? His classmates were part of his environment, it was only natural for them to be part of his observations as well. It was nothing personal, it was just a habit.
It was difficult to explain as such when a boy from his class called him a stalker for knowing he was in the soccer club, because how else could Akaashi have known? He hardly knew Akaashi. Even though Akaashi pointed out the grass stains on his socks and the pair of cleats peeking out of his bag, the boy still threatened Akaashi to stay far away.ย 
It was even harder for him to calm the angry girl from two classes over โ€“ the one that happened to always eat at the lunch table next to his in the cafeteria. He froze when she stormed up to him, tossing a baby blue hair clip on his table. Steam was billowing out from her eyes, saying sheโ€™d only ever spoken a grand total of six words to him, so how the hell does he know her favorite color? Never mind the fact that her earrings, her phone case, her jacket, her thermos, and her bento are all that same color. It was an educated guess, one that was clearly correct if her angry reaction was enough to go by.ย 
It was frustrating, honestly. Did she even know how pathetic his own classmate looked, sniffing around Akaashi and asking how he should approach the cute girl from class 2-C? Was it really wrong for Akaashi to suggest getting her a hair clip in the same color? What difference did it make whether he figured out random stuff about her or not?ย 
But the scowl she threw in his direction had almost successfully masked the panic that swept through her eyes. But Akaashi had seen it.ย 
She was afraid.ย Of him.
She had called him names then, names he had heard before. Weirdo. Stalker. Creep. Names that never bothered him in the past, but coupled with the look of fright on this girl's face โ€“ whose favorite color he knew, but name remained foreign โ€“ all of it sounded much harsher than he ever remembered. Especially when she dumped the rest of her milk on the top of his head.ย 
After that incident, there was a sort of shift in public opinion on Akaashi. The whispers that followed him down the hall no longer mingled with soft giggles and smiles. They were whispers behind narrowed eyes and scowling faces, disapproving frowns upon any lips that would say his name.
Some friends stood by his side, half-heartedly defending him in a way that told him they didnโ€™t actually care โ€“ they just wanted to stay on his good side. Nosy busybodies that only shielded him from the wary stares so they could keep asking him for his advice on whether he thought Dairiki-kun like girls with bangs or without.
It was one of the few times Akaashi had really, truly felt pathetic. His life was sitting in the sweaty palms of his peers, and a single wrong move will have him crushed by their grubby little fingers. It was infuriating, suffocating โ€“ having to think twice, thrice, four times before Akaashi could even say a single word.ย 
But they had already decided on the box they would put Akaashi in, and he could do nothing more than sit still. Sit still and ignore the sneers and scowls from people that he used to call friends. Stay quiet when the boys of his class would shove him around the halls calling him freak. Look the other way when heโ€™d come back to his desk and his things were destroyed. Ignore the pang in his chest when he ate his lunches alone in the library.ย 
At the turn of his adolescence โ€“ his first year of high school โ€“ Akaashi decided that things needed to change.ย 
Fukurodani Academy was a different setting โ€“ different classes, different halls, different people.
He would be a different Akaashi Keiji. No longer putting himself out there, or offering his observations to anyone who would listen. He would just keep to himself, and not let anyone close enough to contain him again.
Then he met Bokuto Kotaro.ย 
The boy was simplistic in nature. Kind and bright, with a horde of people that always followed him around wherever he went. Dozens of eyes constantly tracked his every move without fail, and Bokuto happened to be the type of person that thrived in such an environment. Though, despite being interested in the same sport, Akaashi never felt the need to become a part of his entourage. He was exactly the kind of guy Akaashi wanted โ€“ needed โ€“ย  to avoid.ย 
But some things are simply not up to him. Each morning, he managed to mask the slight surprise on his face each time he walked into the volleyball teamโ€™s gym, and found that Bokuto was already there. And had probably been there for who knows how long. When Akaashi joined this team, he fully expected to always be the first to show up, and last to leave the gym each day, just as it was at his previous school.ย 
Yet, there Bokuto was, every morning without fail, nothing but his grunts and the echoes of the ball spiking on the ground filling the gym. Every morning, heโ€™d greet Akaashi with too much energy, the corners of his lips never dropping despite the fact that Akaashi never responded with anything other than a silent nod.ย 
For a little while, that was all they had. A silent agreement to work together on the sport they loved, to be a team on the court, and strictly teammates off of it. Nothing more, nothing less. Bokuto continued being his charming self, scoring victories and basking in adoration as he was wont to do. Akaashi stood content to the side, satisfied with the joy of knowing his serves were in the capable hands of such an ace.ย 
Akaashi should have known that it was only a matter of time until Bokuto would flip everything around.ย 
They had been alone in the gym for at least an hour at that time, while the rest of Fukurodani Volleyball Club had gone home at an actual reasonable hour. The sun was already slipping past the horizon, taking with it the last tendrils of the dayโ€™s light. Bokuto had begged Akaashi to stay a little longer and help with his spikes, as usual. And Akaashi was quick to agree, as usual.ย 
What was unusual was the way Bokuto kept glancing at Akaashi from the corner of his eye, and Akaashi wanted to laugh at Bokutoโ€™s pathetic excuse of being discreet.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€ Akaashi asked, uncharacteristically breaking the silence.ย 
Bokuto jumped, startled that Akaashi noticed him watching. It took a second for Bokuto to gather himself, absentmindedly bouncing the volleyball on the gleaming gym floor, face scrunched in a way that Akaashi had only seen while Bokuto was on the court.
โ€œI wanted to ask you something,โ€ Bokuto opened with those words, bouncing the ball one last time before catching it tightly in his hands. Akaashiโ€™s silence was the only indicator of an agreement, and Bokuto took this as his cue to continue.ย 
โ€œWhy do you hold back?โ€ย 
There were many things Akaashi thought Bokuto might have asked. This one wasnโ€™t even really on the list. Akaashi had forgotten what it felt like to be caught so off guard, unable to do anything but stand stupidly as his mind buffered. Bokutoโ€™s pupils moved imperceptibly quickly, raking themselves all over Akaashi.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not sure what you mean,โ€ Akaashi replied carefully, his shoulders rigid, nervously clasping his hands in front of him.
Bokuto frowned a little deeper, resting the volleyball now between his arm and his hip. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to lie, Akaashi. I can tell youโ€™re notโ€ฆ I see how you watch everything, but you always catch yourself before doing anything. Itโ€™s like youโ€™re scared orโ€ฆ or โ€“ I donโ€™t know! But you are, youโ€™re holding back! I can just tell.โ€
It took all of Akaashiโ€™s willpower not to let his jaw hang loose, only allowing himself to blink slowly. He dug through his mind, searching through every crevice for any memory of someone being able to read him like this. He went out of his way to be invisible, yet the overly cheerful, happy go lucky, sunshine ace of the volleyball team had somehow managed to still see right through him.ย 
โ€œSo why?โ€ Bokuto prodded again, and his tone could easily be confused as haughty, but Akaashi knew better. Akaashi continues to study Bokuto, the poor boy fidgeting under Akaashiโ€™s frigid stare. But he doesnโ€™t move, doesnโ€™t back away. His weight shifted from one foot to the other, but he still waited for an answer
โ€œItโ€™s a long story,โ€ Akaashi said quietly, turning around to walk towards the volleyball cart.ย 
He hoped that would be the end of it, that Bokuto would take the hint and leave him alone. But before he could take more than three steps toward the cart, it clattered loudly and rolled away with the momentum of the volleyball that just landed into it from across the gym.ย 
Akaashi turns back to Bokuto, a single eyebrow raised incredulously at Bokutoโ€™s now empty hands. A corner of Bokutoโ€™s mouth lifts devilishly, and he offers Akaashi nothing but a shrug of his shoulders.
โ€œIโ€™ve got a bit of time,โ€ Bokuto rests his hands on his hips, shifting all his weight onto one leg. Akaashi wanted to laugh, wanted to cry, and wanted to ask Bokuto why he even cared. He was happy with how things were right now, and there was no need for him to do anything drastic.ย 
Even as the thought passed through his mind, Akaashi could feel no truth behind it. And one look at Bokuto told him that he was not winning this round. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and heaved out a sigh.
โ€œIf I donโ€™t hold myself back, then people tend to get intimidated,โ€ Akaashi offered, and that was as much as he was willing to expand on at this moment. โ€œAnd when people are scared of youโ€ฆ thatโ€™s when you find out how nasty they can actually be.โ€ย 
โ€œSo what? Youโ€™re scared?โ€ Bokuto asked, and Akaashi scoffed because of course he wouldnโ€™t understand. Everyone loved Bokuto, and even those that didnโ€™t still held some sort of respect for him. He was the ace of the volleyball team, and he was the schoolโ€™s heartthrob. What the hell would he know about being shunned and isolated?
Akaashi opened his mouth to say something snarky, the words burning up his throat and on to the tip of his tongue. Except when his lips parted, it wasnโ€™t his voice that came out.
โ€œIf you hold yourself back because of random, faceless people, then arenโ€™t you letting them win?โ€ Bokuto interrupted Akaashi before he could speak, as if he knew that if he let the setter say whatever he was about to say, then the conversation would take a dive into the worst. โ€œI hate losing, Akaashi.โ€
โ€œWhat does me losing have anything to do with you?โ€ Akaashi asked.
โ€œBecause weโ€™re partners now. I got your back, and if you lose, I lose,โ€ Bokuto smiled this time, and Akaashiโ€™s chest felt a little bit lighter, โ€œLike I said, I hate losing. So donโ€™t make me into a loser, okay? Or itโ€™s gonna be a problem.โ€
Bokuto brushes past Akaashi as he finishes speaking, hands resting on the back of his head as he walks the distance across the gym and to the volleyball cart. Akaashiโ€™s eyes followed him in awe, a sudden fluttering in his heart and stomach as the ace digs out a new volleyball and bounces it twice onto the hardwood floors.
โ€œWeโ€™ve only done eighty serves,โ€ Bokuto changes the topic seamlessly, continuing on as if he hadnโ€™t rendered Akaashi speechless, โ€œWe gotta do at least twenty more before Yamiji-san comes back to kick us out.โ€ย 
Akaashi felt his feet move, his arms positioning themselves to receive, his body running around the gym until sweat dripped on the floor all around him. But his thoughts were elsewhere, plagued with memories of a past that had apparently silenced him into a pathetic existence. Heโ€™d thought this path would be better, make him feel like he belonged.
Maybe for a while, he convinced himself that it did, satisfied with existing as a shadow on the wall. He hadnโ€™t anticipated Fukurodani's golden-eyed Adonis to shatter the illusion with so much ease, Akaashi wonders how he ever fooled himself into believing it in the first place.ย 
They didnโ€™t say a single word to each other for the rest of their practice. Or on the walk home. Or at morning practice the next day. Bokuto didnโ€™t speak to Akaashi until the middle of their afternoon practice, when Akaashi had received every single one of Konohaโ€™s spikes and gave Bokuto elegant, risky serves that had everyone on the other side of the net scrambling on their feet.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s what Iโ€™m talking about,โ€ Bokuto exclaimed while pumping his fist, giving Akaashi a pat on the back that made the setter jerk forward two steps, โ€œKeep that up, Akaashi!โ€
Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck, tilting his head slightly to the side. Thatโ€™s when he noticed the thumbs up Bokuto had thrown you from across the court, and the relieved smile you returned as you flipped the numbers on the scoreboard. You and Bokuto held each otherโ€™s gazes for a moment longer, and Akaashi felt like heโ€™d eavesdropped on an entire conversation.ย 
You shivered slightly when Bokuto broke away, as if Akaashiโ€™s icy stare washed over your entire body. Then you turned your head unnaturally quick and met Akaashiโ€™s stare dead on, making him jolt. You offered him a small wave and half a grin, but before he could respond, Bokuto was dragging him back into the game.ย 
After practice, Akaashi found Bokuto waiting for him by the gates of the school. He flew into an immediate tirade about the bad grade he got on his exam, and how the cafeteria ran out of katsu before he could get there. You showed up in the middle of Bokuroโ€™s story, and the three of you started walking in sync towards the direction of Akaashiโ€™s house, your voice mingling with Bokutoโ€™s as you offered your own tidbits of the day. Akaashi didnโ€™t question how you both knew where he lived, or why he was suddenly flanked by the two chattiest students in Fukurodani. But if Akaashi had known that was how it would all begin, then he might have cherished that moment a little bit more.ย 
He never really spoke to you during his initial months in the club, which isnโ€™t saying much as he didnโ€™t speak to anyone. You were nice enough โ€“ always asked him how he was doing, berating the older ones whenever theyโ€™d give him a hard time, giving him reassuring smiles whenever he got scolded for messing up. The perfect example of a manager; your only fault being the nonsensical hearts in your eyes whenever they happened to land on Bokuto.ย 
You tried to hide it desperately, but there was no hiding the affection in your smiles whenever they were directed toward Bokuto. It was obvious, painfully so, and it bewildered Akaashi that Bokuto still had not noticed. He can at least assume Yukie and Kaori knew, if the worried glances they threw at each other behind your back were of any indication. But if they or anyone else on the team were aware of your feelings, they respected your efforts enough to keep their thoughts to themselves.ย 
He couldnโ€™t blame you, not in the slightest. Not when Akaashiโ€™s own heart skipped a beat or two during the night of that initial confrontation, and suddenly he himself was enamored by the ace โ€“ wanted to give him the best serves, set up the best plays, win him all the games. When Bokuto was on the court, then it was natural law of the universe for Akaashi to use every skill in his arsenal to make sure he shines. Akaashi did not choose for it to be this way, it simply is.
Perhaps that was how it was for you as well, Akaashi thought. Sometimes, the most painful part about love is having no choice, the complete loss of control. Akaashi could see it; the groan after each stolen glance, shaking him off when his hug made your face too hot,ย  how you would slap your cheeks whenever you caught yourself staring, like a desperate attempt to break yourself out of some wretched spell.
If Akaashi was being honest, he hated seeing you that way. It didnโ€™t take long for you to become someone precious to him, maybe even quicker than it took for Bokuto. Bokuto infuriated Akaashi as easily as he amazed him, each day a toss up on whether he admired him or wanted to strangle him.
But you brought Akaashi comfort, and a sense of understanding heโ€™d never experienced from a friend. Sure, technically it was your job to assist the team, but he could tell that everything you did truly came from your heart. You were kind and selfless, the type of person that would give someone the very shirt off your back but still spit venom at anyone that spoke ill of your friends.ย 
To have you in his corner, Akaashi couldnโ€™t even begin to explain how much it saved him. Heโ€™d been drowning in the middle of an ocean, nearly overpowered by turbulent waves when Bokuto had given him a boat, and youโ€™d given him an oar. As long as he remained with the two of you, then Akaashi thought he could get himself through it all.ย 
So whenever he would watch you watch Bokuto flex his muscles to the girls cheering in the stands during a game, watch you gripping your clipboard so hard your knuckles turned white, he may feel... a little bit more than annoyed. And whenever Bokuto would then openly flirt with some of those girls after the game, Akaashi could admit that he might even feel a little bit upset.
Because how could he not see the way you look at him, how you smile when he says your name, how you trail after him like a lovesick puppy? At this point, Akaashiโ€™s been friends with the two of you for months, won and lost countless games, gone to training camps, spent more time with each other than with your own families. And the entire time, Akaashi had to work very hard to act like he didnโ€™t notice your feelings. How could Bokuto still be so ignorant?ย 
It really bothered him a lot more than he cared to admit, and it surprised him. Akaashi never expected to care about you the way he does, but there it was. Maybe it was this comfortable closeness between you that propelled Akaashi to act so boldly, in a way he couldnโ€™t bring himself to in a long time.ย 
At the end of one of these unsavory games, while Bokuto busied himself with trying to get the number of a cheerleader in the stand, Akaashi scanned the court for a second, stopping only when his eyes landed on you. You were comparing your notes with the coach, and Akaashi waited until you finished speaking and Yamiji-san stalked off to scold someone else before he approached.ย 
โ€œKeiji! There you are, I wanted to talk to about your receives in the first set, you โ€“โ€
โ€œAre you ever going to tell him?โ€ Akaashi asked, not even registering what you were saying. You might have been irritated at his interruption if you hadnโ€™t been confused by the seemingly random question he just threw at your face.
โ€œWhat? Tell who what?โ€ย 
โ€œBokuto,โ€ Akaashi crossed his arms and straightened his back, โ€œAre you ever going to tell him how you feel?โ€
You blinked at him once, the only indication that you heard what Akaashi said. He stood facing you, and the seconds seemed to stretch as you did nothing but stare back. The cacophony of sounds that usually bounced along the walls of the gym suddenly sounded muffled and dull. Your lips twitched slightly before they spread into a rehearsed grin, your face slipping easily into a mask of casual indifference.
โ€œI have no idea what youโ€™re talking about, Keiji,โ€ you answered him softly, shaking your head.ย 
โ€œCome on, Y/N,โ€ Akaashi groaned, โ€œYou know exactly โ€“โ€
โ€œNo, I really donโ€™t,โ€ you said almost pleadingly, your eyes darting around the gym, a mixture of sadness and relief in them when you see Bokuto still showing off to the girls that descended from the bleachers. You look back at Akaashi, brows furrowed as you said, โ€œI donโ€™t know what would make you even think that. Bokutoโ€™s my best friend โ€“ thatโ€™s it. God, Akaashi, you should really be careful about what you say. If someone heard you, they might have gotten the wrong idea.โ€
You shot him another hard look โ€“ almost a glare, and one that he could read very well, that told him you knew he knew you were lying, that said please, just play along โ€“ before you made an excuse of gathering up all the other players for the bus back to school.ย 
Akaashiโ€™s feet felt stuck to the ground, an achingly familiar helplessness sluicing through him as you walked away. He couldnโ€™t even bring himself to move until Bokuto threw an arm around his shoulder to drag him out, finally done with his flirting and ready to go home.ย 
You were already seated on the bus when Bokuto and Akaashi finally deigned to board. The seat beside you was occupied by a chattering Yukie, who refused to move despite Bokutoโ€™s complaints of always being the one that sits next to you. You laughed sheepishly and yelled claims of โ€˜manager bondingโ€™ and doing everything you could to avoid meeting Akaashiโ€™s eye.ย 
That was the tone of your relationship for the next few weeks. An awkward tension that no one else seemed to notice but you and him. You didnโ€™t treat him any differently โ€“ you still greeted him with a smile, walked home together everyday, still messed with him during practice. You still asked him about his day, and told him about yours and Akaashi almost could have convinced himself that nothing was wrong.ย 
But everything you did started to feel like an act. Disingenuous, like a robot following a set program. You stopped sitting next to Bokuto at lunch, started walking to classes with your other friends instead. Your eyes started flicking to Akaashi whenever you felt you laughed too loudly at Bokutoโ€™s jokes, and you latched yourself to the other players, throwing everyone off kilter.ย 
You were going out of your way to prove a point that only Akaashi could understand, and even when Bokuto himself had pointed out your strange behavior, you simply brushed him off. There was a sense of insecurity that Akaashi knew he instilled in your actions, and it brought a twinge of regret that he never wanted to feel when it came to you.ย 
Akaashi had been pouring over how to remedy the situation for days when an olive branch came in the form of Bokutoโ€™s new girlfriend.ย 
She was a girl from another school, and he met her after one of their games. She came over to their side of the court and congratulated Bokuto for thoroughly defeating her team. She was very pretty and he liked her smile, so Bokuto had asked her out, and she was very quick to say yes. She was waiting for him one day after practicing, standing patiently at the entrance gates with a bag of homemade cookies in her hand.ย 
Bokuto was so excited as he ran out of the gym to meet her, sparing one minute to ask Akaashi to let you know where heโ€™d gone. Akaashi supposed it was a little comforting to know that Bokuto genuinely cared about you, even if it was encased with his own selfishness.ย 
Akaashi waited until the rest of the volleyball club had emptied the gym before he made his way into the equipment room. He could hear your sniffling before he even opened the door, his heart slowly crumbling when he walked in on you crouched behind the volleyball cart.ย 
You sat on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. Your forehead rested against your knees, and your quiet sobs filled the tiny room. You didnโ€™t bother to look up as Akaashi approached, and fought his own tears as your shoulders shook with every breath.ย 
He kneeled in front of you quietly, silently debating with himself before he placed a tender hand on your shoulder. You continued to cry, taking uneven, shaky breaths. You didnโ€™t move from your position, and Akaashi briefly wondered if youโ€™d even registered his presence.ย 
โ€œDid he leave?โ€ You asked suddenly, voice thick and hoarse.
โ€œYes,โ€ Akaashi answered.ย 
Slowly, you lifted your head to face him. Your eyes were puffed and swollen, eyes rimmed with red and cheeks stained with tears. Snot dribbled down your nose disgracefully, and there was a sorry attempt on your part to wipe away the evidence of your heartbreak. The sleeves youโ€™d worn your heart on were now soaked with salty tears, and you couldnโ€™t control the tremble of your lips.ย 
Akaashi didnโ€™t know what else to do other than wrap his arms around you. The position was awkward and heโ€™s pretty sure heโ€™d actually never hugged you before. He felt you stiffen for a second, almost making him pull back. But then you buried your face into the crook of his neck and cried. Akaashi could feel his shirt begin to soak, but he pulled you tighter against him.ย 
He had no idea how long he held you for, but he stayed there in that smelly old equipment room and he held you until his knees ached and you had no more tears left to give.ย 
Neither of you spoke once you were done, giving him a sad smile as you pulled away. He didnโ€™t offer one back, but he helped you up to your feet and kept an arm around your shoulder as you both walked out silently. Akaashi knew there was nothing he could say to soothe the pain, and you didnโ€™t look like you wanted to say a single word about it anyway.ย 
He simply walked home with you as usual, taking the long way around to ensure you both end up walking by your favorite takoyaki stand. He spent the money he was saving in his wallet for a rainy day, and bought you all the food you could eat. He had even gotten your favorite popsicle from the convenience store by your house, and though you still remained silent, he was happy to see you eat everything he gave you.ย 
By the time Akaashi dropped you off at your front door, the tears were long gone and the moon was high in the sky. You turned to Akaashi, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you tried to find the words. Akaashi smiled to himself, and reached out to pat his hand lightly on the top of your head.
โ€œItโ€™ll be okay,โ€ he said, hoping youโ€™d believe him. The lonely smile you gave him tells him you donโ€™t, but you hug each other one last time anyway before saying your goodbyes.
Akaashi remembered the first time you and Bokuto successfully broke through his brick walls. Broke might have been too gentle of a word for it though โ€“ smashed through might be better. It was at the start of his second season with Fukurodani, and he was still riding the high of an amazing first year. He was ready for an even better year, ready to try out his new skills at the first practice match Yamiji-san had arranged with a school the team had never played with before.ย 
Then a familiar voice called his name from the other side of the court. A few familiar faces from a life he was desperate to forget peered at him through the net, chuckling and laughing and asking him where the hell heโ€™s been for the past year? Akaashi froze โ€“ completely and pathetically froze. It was only after six missed serves and accidentally smacking Bokuto in the back of the head with a ball did Yamiji-san finally tire of his antics and benched him for the rest of the game.ย 
Akaashi ran to the locker rooms as soon as practice was over. He didnโ€™t acknowledge his old classmates, didnโ€™t even pretend to be polite or engage in empty pleasantries. Instead, he hid in one of the shower stalls until the rest of the team left and he was absolutely sure there would be no one left to see him leave.ย 
But when he exited the stall, there you were. Standing next to Bokuto in a locker room he was absolutely sure you werenโ€™t allowed to be in, with your hands on your hip and brows etched in concern. The two of you cornered him, and barricaded him until he fessed up about what the hell just happened on that court. Akaashi was a resilient man, but even he could do nothing against you two.ย 
So he told you everything โ€“ from his โ€˜guruโ€™ days to the milk dumping incident to the isolation and bullying โ€“ everything. He didnโ€™t stop speaking for what felt like hours, but neither you nor Bokuto interrupted him once, allowing him to regurgitate everything heโ€™d been holding in for years.ย 
When he was done, he wasnโ€™t sure what he expected. Pity, or sympathy or something like that. But, no. Instead, when he looked at the faces of his two best friends, all he saw was anger. Clenched fists, tight jaws, fire burning in eyes โ€“ anger. And it made him happy. Whatever happened in his past didnโ€™t matter, because here, he had two people who were willing to get angry on his behalf.ย 
He thought he couldnโ€™t get any closer to you than he was at that moment. But he was wrong.
Walking away from your doorstep, Akaashi knew the bond between the two of you was solidified after this โ€“ having already seen each other at your worst, taking turns being each otherโ€™s salvation. You become more than his friend, you were his sister. Sister in pain, sister in darkness, sister in light. There wasnโ€™t anything he wouldnโ€™t do for you, and you for him.ย 
Thinking back, the sobbing was probably a bit of an overreaction. A little dramatic considering Bokuto had broken up with that girl not even three weeks later. He was crying and moaning about it for about ten minutes until you promised to take him to his favorite yakiniku spot, and he never thought about that girl again.ย 
Things would go back to normal for a little while โ€“ the three of you acting as reckless teenagers do when they had free reign over the streets of Tokyo. Sitting in cafes sharing one drink for four hours, getting scolded by the coach for staying in the gym too long, laughing and arguing over the most ridiculous reasons that Bokuto turned emo.ย 
Until Bokuto meets his next girlfriend. Then your heart breaks into a million pieces, and Akaashi tries to hold you together. Then Bokuto breaks up with his girlfriend, and comes running back with crocodile tears in his eyes. Youโ€™d catch him again with open arms, and things are alright for a little while until the ugly cycle starts over again.ย 
Akaashi tried not to let himself wonder why you allowed yourself to accept this โ€“ allow Bokuto to put you through it over and over again. He told himself that he didnโ€™t really care, it wasnโ€™t any of his business. Whether you told Bokuto your true feelings or not was your prerogative, and Akaashi wouldnโ€™t do anything but respect your decisions. Even if the decision seemed borderline masochistic.ย 
Akaashi is forced to simply brush off his irritation at his best friend, because Bokuto was so painfully unaware of what heโ€™d been doing. And if Bokuto was too stupid to see what was right in front of his eyes, then Akaashi was not interested in being the one to enlighten him.ย 
Ultimately, Akaashi does what he does best โ€“ keep his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself. He would listen to every single complaint Bokuto would have about his girlfriends, but he never dared offer his own opinions. He allowed you to drag him to whatever random activity would keep your mind off your own issues, but he never outwardly acknowledged the hurt you always tried to hide.ย 
And as horrible it is to say, the girls never lasted very long. A month, maybe two at the most. Hardly enough time for Akaashi to memorize any names, as cruel as that sounded. Soon enough, they would complain about his training schedule, or whine about how he hangs out with his friends a bit too much, and that was all it took for Bokuto to cut it off. Bokutoโ€™s priorities always remained the same, and that at least was something Akaashi happily gave him credit for.ย 
By the time college rolled around, you had even started dating. No one else had ever successfully managed to ensnare your attention for more than five minutes, but Akaashi appreciated seeing you try. Though he admits it was rather amusing to see Bokuto so fervently talk shit about any person you had even a remote interest in, and maybe a little bit more than satisfying to see Bokuto finally be the one on the other side.ย 
Bokuto, surprisingly, never actually brought any of his girlfriends around. He talked about them, and on occasion, he would invite them to some of his games, but that was it. It was odd, because Bokuto had always struck Akaashi as the type that wanted his partner cheering for him at every opportunity they could get, and would want to hear their voice screaming his name from the stands. But on the rare occasion he actually allowed any of them to come watch him, Bokuto was quick to usher them out of the gym before anyone could even introduce themselves.
It bewildered Akaashi to no end. Was it because he was ashamed?Akaashiโ€™s met at least two girlfriends, and Bokutoโ€™s gone on double dates with Konoha and Washio. Was he hiding his girlfriends from you?
Did he finally get a taste of his own medicine when he saw you kiss that guy in your psych class? Was Bokuto trying to spare you the pain? Akaashi didnโ€™t really want to think of the implications if that statement were true.ย 
Well, out of sight, out of mind was a set up that worked for him very well.
And more importantly, it worked well enough for you. Worked for Bokuto as well, apparently. He didnโ€™t want to see any of your flings, and you were better off not seeing any of his. A nauseating song and dance that only the two of you knew the steps for. Neither of you were willing to be each other's partner, satisfied to let the opportunity suspend in the air between you, yet never reaching out to take it.ย 
But hey, if youโ€™re fine with it, then Akaashi could work with this. He could live with this.
That was until Hikari came along.ย 
Akaashi was honestly a little surprised โ€“ Hikari wasnโ€™t typically the type of woman that Bokuto would tangle himself with. That wasnโ€™t to say anything about her looks, or her personality โ€“ she was very much Bokutoโ€™s type. But she had already been an essential part of at least one aspect of his life before they started dating, and it was unusual for Bokuto to allow a relationship to transpire with someone so close โ€“ the manager of his team, at that. Bokuto always dated outside the proximity of his circle; someone that went to another school, or one that he met at the gym, or sat next to him in one of his classes.ย 
Never anyone too close. Never anyone that would matter if he lost them.ย 
But apparently, Hikari was a woman on a mission. Akaashi knew it from the first time he met her, could see it in the wolfish gleam in her eyes as she watched Bokuto from across the room.
He was a little taken aback, but not all that shocked when you came home from that party, practically giving him a heart attack when you burst through the front door and stormed directly to the couch. You didnโ€™t spare him a glance before you face planted onto the cushions, buried your face into the decorative pillows heโ€™d spent two hours picking, and let out the most ungodly scream heโ€™d ever heard.ย 
You didnโ€™t have to tell him what happened; Akaashi could easily guess.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong with you?โ€ he still asked slowly, afraid any sudden movements might cause you to lunge.ย 
โ€œI wish I knew,โ€ your voice was muffled, not bothering to lift your head from the pillow.ย 
A nagging voice in his head told him he should have stayed at that party, to be your emotional support at the very least if nothing else. He mentally kicked himself, glaring at the laptop he sat in front of, and the blinking document of his unfinished part in the group project he was meant to present to his group mates in the morning. As if the assignment was responsible for his failure.ย 
Youโ€™d be safe if he left, he reasoned with himself. The volleyball team was full of idiots, but they were all good guys. Besides, Bokuto was there and there wasnโ€™t a single chance in hell anything bad would happen to you while he was around. And if Bokuto was too drunk, then Kuroo at least would make sure you all got home safely.ย  Heโ€™d even set himself up on the dining room table so he could see you walk through the front door with his own two eyes.ย 
Because he had fully expected you to walk through those doors with Bokuto in tow like youโ€™ve done dozens of times, and the fact that you arrived in the dead of night alone was enough to make Akaashiโ€™s blood pressure rise.ย 
He stood from his chair and walked the few short steps to the fridge. He opened the freezer door, pushing through packets of frozen meat until he found the cream puff flavored ice cream that you had to special order online. He grabs the pint and two spoons before he makes his way to the couch.ย 
You didnโ€™t move when he pushed your leg to the side, sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. You didnโ€™t move when he nudged your calves with his knuckles and asked you to sit up before you suffocated. So he just leaned back, tossing the lid of the ice cream pint onto the coffee table before digging in.ย 
Itโ€™d been two bites of ice cream and one minute later when you slowly maneuver yourself to sit up. Akaashi tried to pretend not to notice you, but it was impossible when you snatched the extra spoon and the entire pint out of his hand in one fluid motion.
โ€œJesus, watch out for my fingers,โ€ he mumbled, smirking at the glare you shot his way. But you only held the fake contempt until the first spoon of your favorite dessert hit your lips โ€“ then you were sighing and leaning your head against Akaashiโ€™s shoulder.
He patted a hand on your knee, reaching over for a scoop of ice cream and chuckling when you blocked his spoon with yours. You tried to hide the ice cream from him, but his arms were long, and he easily snatched the pint back.ย 
โ€œHey!โ€ you cried out, and Akaashi quickly conceded before you really took out a finger.ย 
โ€œHowโ€™d you get home?โ€ Akaashi asked, lifting his feet to rest them on the coffee table and leaning his head against yours.
โ€œKuroo walked me home,โ€ you replied quietly.
โ€œGood.โ€
Neither of you said another word as you let the quiet of the evening envelope you, not a single sound save for the occasional clashing of spoons when you both reached for another bite. He could feel you slowly ease beside him, the tension in your body melting away with each passing minute.
When the ice cream was finished, the empty pint decorated your table, along with two spoons haphazardly tossed, surrounded by splotches of melted cream that was sure to be a pain to clean. Your breathing was steady, and the time on the clock read โ€˜Akaashi is going to be exhausted in the morningโ€™.ย 
He didnโ€™t care, though. You hadnโ€™t moved or spoken in a while now, and Akaashi was convinced you were already asleep. He already prepared himself to spend the night on the couch, your head on his shoulder and his body twisted in a way that was sure to make his back ache the next day.ย 
He was just seconds away from giving into sleepโ€™s lovely tug when you broke the silence.ย 
โ€œI saw him withโ€ฆโ€ you said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt and clearing your throat, โ€œIt was Hikari.โ€
Akaashi sighed, reaching a hand up to pat your head.ย 
โ€œAre you okay?โ€ he asked again, a pitiful question that heโ€™s repeated to you countless times.
He waited for your usual answer โ€“ vehement denial that anything could be possibly wrong, an airy dismissal of his concerns, and a change in conversation so effortless, it almost makes Akaashi forget what he was saying to you in the first place.
This time, though โ€“ this time, a weighted silence followed his question, and you looped an arm around his, hugging him firmly.
โ€œNot really,โ€ you admitted softly.ย 
It was the first time Akaashi had ever heard you confess your heartache. It was always something that was unspoken, and seeing your crumpled face made Akaashi regret ever keeping things that way. He turned fully to wrap himself around you gently, and you gave yourself to his embrace. Heโ€™d only heard a sniffle or two, but he could feel the moisture slowly seeping into his t-shirt. It was a feeling that was achingly familiar.ย 
โ€œCome on, now. Didnโ€™t we say crying over boys wasโ€ฆ I think your words were โ€˜so fucking embarrassingโ€™,โ€ Akaashi mumbled into your hair, smiling when he felt you chuckle against him. His stomach turned at the inadequacy of his words, but he had no idea what else to offer, so he simply offered himself. โ€œIโ€™m here for you, okay? Always.โ€
You pulled back for a moment to give him a watery smile. Akaashi wiped at your tear stained cheeks.
โ€œLiterally, your snot is dripping down to your mouth, and itโ€™s disgusting.โ€ย 
Your laughter warmed Akaashiโ€™s cheeks, smacking him on the shoulder before you stood up. You said nothing else as you stalked off into the darkness of your bedroom, not bothering to turn on any lights before shutting the door.ย 
A myriad of emotions swirled through Akaashi as he remained seated on the couch. Was there more that he could have said? Could have done? If he had stayed at the party, would he have been able to stop this from happening? Was it even any of his business to stop it?ย 
But Akaashi knows himself, and knows he would have said nothing if he saw Bokuto sneak away with Hikari. He would have done nothing except perhaps usher you to the other side of the house, using whatever means to keep you distracted. Even if he was there, all he could have done was spare you the knowledge of it โ€“ at least for one night.ย 
He couldnโ€™t help but feel as if he failed you then โ€“ to be a good friend, a brother. Or maybe heโ€™s failed you for years. Youโ€™d never see it that way, could never even fathom the notion of his failure, and somehow that thought bothers Akaashi more.ย 
Akaashi stood up and stalked to his own room. He shut the door and collapsed onto his bed, hatred pumping from his heart through his veins as he drifted off to sleep.ย 
It was that lingering hate he could still feel churning in his gut when he awoke the next morning that spurred him out of bed and scurrying into the living room. He had every intention of starting the day as a new man โ€“ one who didnโ€™t allow his cowardice consume him, didnโ€™t place the comfort of his wellbeing over the needs of those he loved.ย 
Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind, but his momentum halted instantly when he rounded the corner of the hallway, and saw you standing in the genkan. You looked like you had just rolled out of bed yourself, eyes swollen and still wearing the clothes from last night. Your hand rested on the doorknob, the front door wide open.
You turned to him as he approached, and gave him an almost pleading look. Akaashi only had to wonder why you were distressed for two seconds before Bokuto barrelled through the doorway, way too loudly and looking much too bright for the hour.ย 
Akaashi has seen this dance before. Heโ€™s seen it so many times, the sequence of it already playing out in his mind like a familiar melody. Bokuto comes in with a plan that sounded equal parts ridiculous and exhausting, dragging you out without even asking. Akkashi scoffed as you tried and failed to ward off Bokuto with pathetic excuses, but as usual he was having none of it. And both you and Akaashi knew better than to think you could win against Bokuto Kotaro.ย 
He stood aside while you flurried around the apartment like a blizzard storm, fighting the frown at how Bokuto stood in the foyer with his hands on his hips, a satisfied and smug look on his face. Bokuto turned to Akaashi as if heโ€™d just noticed him for the first time, slapping him on the shoulder before asking, โ€œAkaashi! Why do I feel like I didnโ€™t even see you at all last night?โ€
It was an effort not to lift a hand and smack Bokuto in the back of the head right then and there. But thankfully, you came rushing out of your bedroom, hastily grabbing a pair of shoes from the genkan. You shot him one last apologetic glance, and you were out the door before he could even bid you goodbye.ย 
And there he stood โ€“ alone in the foyer of his own apartment, feeling like nothing more than a fly on the wall.ย 
A glance at the clock was the only thing that could have set him in motion, already running ten minutes later than he wanted to start his day. From the tornado named Bokuto that just passed, and the flurry in which Akaashi himself now dashed around, it seemed the apartment was destined to be chaotic.ย 
He was impatiently tapping his fingers on the kitchen counter, glaring at his coffee machine as if his sheer will would somehow make the brew drip faster, when there was another knock on the door.ย 
The day was already filled with chaos, but apparently also surprises, because the last person he expected to see on the other side of the threshold was Kuroo Tetsuro.ย 
The two boys blinked at each other for a second, Kuroo looking just as confused as Akaashi as to why he came to visit in the first place. Kuroo shifted his weight from one foot to the other with his hands tucked in his front pockets, offered Akaashi a nervous smile and a lukewarm attempt at small talk before finally asking if you were still asleep inside.ย 
Akaashi sighed as he delivered the unfortunate news that not only were you already awake, but were currently being dragged no doubt halfway across the city by none other than Kurooโ€™s very own roommate.ย 
โ€œDo you guys not communicate or something,โ€ Akaashi asked blandly, and Kuroo just shrugged.
โ€œHe wasnโ€™t there when I got home last night, and he wasnโ€™t there when I woke up this morning. What do you want from me?โ€ย 
Akaashi rolled his eyes, but he still widened the door for Kuroo to slip through, who only smiled at him sheepishly as he entered the apartment. Akaashi asked if he wanted some coffee, and Kuroo graciously accepted, slipping back into the easy, laid-back attitude that heโ€™d always been known to wear.ย 
Content to leave Kuroo to his own devices, Akaashi darted back into his room to quickly change. When he emerged eight minutes later, fully clothed and his backpack dangling from his shoulder, Kuroo was filling up his thermos with coffee while Akaashiโ€™s already sat waiting for him at the counter.ย 
Akaashi nodded his head in thanks, Kuroo handing him his cup as the two walked out of the apartment in tandem. He didn't say anything when Kuroo remained in step with him, chattering about his classes as they embarked on the twenty minute walk to campus. Didnโ€™t even consider that it was a weekend, and Kuroo likely didnโ€™t even have to head in this direction so early at all.ย 
Kuroo stayed with Akaashi as far as the library entrance, the latter almost entering the building before he finally had the frame of mind to wonder, โ€œWait, so whyโ€™d you stop by the apartment today?โ€ Akaashi looked over his shoulder and adjusted his bag a bit higher, โ€œSorry, I was too distracted byโ€ฆ everything. Did you need something?โ€
Kuroo chuckled almost guiltily, a crooked smile on his lips. He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at Akaashi as if he was debating whether he wanted to tell him the truth.ย 
โ€œOh, ha,โ€ Kuroo breathed out, shaking his head slightly, โ€œNo, I was just โ€“ I mean, y/n looked pretty out of it last night. And I was about to,โ€ Kuroo cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt, โ€œI was heading to that cafe โ€“ you know, the one in front of that seven eleven? โ€“ and I thought Iโ€™d check in to see if she was alive.โ€
Akaashiโ€™s eyes softened in understanding, pressing his lips into a thin line and nodding his head once as he turned to face Kuroo fully and offered him half a smile.
โ€œThanks for taking her home last night, by the way,โ€ said Akaashi, โ€œSheโ€™s lucky you were still at the party.โ€
Kuroo let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. He takes a strap of his own backpack off his shoulder and flips it to the front, holding it against his chest as he hastily pulls open the zipper.
โ€œYeah, it was just good timing,โ€ Kuroo replied while he continued to dig through his backpack. He eventually pulls out a few red packets and hands them to Akaashi, โ€œHere. Itโ€™s red ginseng. Iโ€™m not sure how long youโ€™re planning to be here, but it should help you get through the day.โ€ย 
Akaashi examined the red packets in his hand, almost pouting with appreciation to Kuroo. But when he lifted his head, Kuroo was already walking across the courtyard.
โ€œMake sure to give one of those to y/n when you see her!โ€ He yelled over his shoulder, waving at Akaashi one last time before taking off.ย 
Akaashi did eat the red ginseng, and it did help him get through the seven hours he had spent in the library that day. And he never thought twice about Kurooโ€™s impromptu visit to his apartment that morning, nor did he think twice about being escorted to the library despite the cafe Kuroo mentioned being on the complete opposite side of campus.ย 
Because that was just Kuroo โ€“ Akaashi had never known him to be any other way. The very definition of all bark no bite, the kind of man that would tease you relentlessly for a stain on your pants, then take you to a store to buy you a new pair.ย 
Though Kuroo may have been closer to Bokuto, Akaashi had a tremendous amount of respect for the man, and would probably even go so far as to say Kuroo was also one of his closest friends.ย 
And when Hikari started to prove herself a new fixture, and Bokutoโ€™s absence became more frequent, Akaashi was appreciative of Kurooโ€™s steady presence โ€“ still showing up to the study sessions, and coming over to watch volleyball games on Akaashiโ€™s โ€œmuch nicer TVโ€, and grabbing hot ramen and a cold beer after a particularly stressful test.ย 
He was acting as the Kuroo Tetsuro heโ€™d always been, and it was that semblance of normalcy that Kuroo effortlessly provided, without anyone asking him to, nor any expectations from anyone else โ€“ like a lighthouse in the middle of a raging storm, Akaashi knows it was Kuroo that brought them safely to harbor.ย 
Because Akaashi was waiting for it. Ever since that day you had come home from your outing with Bokuto, dragging your feet through the door, looking like someone had just ripped the world out from beneath your feet, he had been waiting. For the other shoe to drop, for the inevitable descent into madness - at least your version of it.ย 
He felt prepared for it in a way, felt ready. He was no longer going to pretend to believe your fake smiles and reassurances that you were fine while you locked yourself in your room days at a time, and he wasnโ€™t going to let you throw yourself so hard into your studies that you forget to eat.ย 
Akaashi felt things would be different this time around. Heโ€™d make sure of it. So he waited for the moment your mask would fall, and prepared himself to catch the pieces.
But the moment never came.ย 
Donโ€™t misunderstand. Itโ€™s not as if Akaashi wanted to see you have a mental breakdown for the eighth time in as many years, and he certainly didnโ€™t want to watch you retreat into a shell of yourself as you attempt to reconcile your new reality with your broken fantasies.ย 
Akaashi can see it in your face sometimes, even though you try your hardest to hide it. The exhaustion beneath your red-rimmed eyes, the very slight downturn of your lips when you thought no one was paying attention, and the tiredness in your slumped shoulders, as if youโ€™ve been carrying a mountain on your shoulders.ย 
Still, you always made sure to take care of everybody, and you did it for so long. Akaashi didnโ€™t want to admit to being part of the guilty party, but he had just been as willing to take everything you gave, and believed when you said you needed nothing in return.ย 
It was shameful, and a little bit more than selfish, but a small part of him wanted this chance. To prove himself a worthy friend, that he could take care of the people that mattered to him the most. He almost hated himself for it, for using your suffering as an opening, but he wanted to make up for all the lost opportunities, for the pain his silence might have caused.ย 
It was his turn to take care of you, and he was ready to do a damn good job.
Except, you were fine.ย 
He was thankful, if not a little thrown off by the lack of a depressive episode. But thankful, nonetheless.ย 
More than thankful, though, he was curious. Bokuto was becoming increasingly absent, flaking on plans and ignoring phone calls. Akaashi had never seen him be so serious about a girl, and even he was feeling annoyed about being left in the proverbial dust. Akaashi had imagined youโ€™d be a little moreโ€ฆ upset.
He hadnโ€™t noticed any particular changes. Your routine hardly deviated, aside from the occasional dinners or drinks at the bar with him and Kuroo โ€“ if you were not in class you were at work, if you werenโ€™t at work you were home, and if you werenโ€™t home you were in class. For a short while, Akaashi felt like he had been living with a ghost, just going through the motions until the sun set and rose again for the new day.ย 
Sometimes, though, heโ€™d find you on the balcony, sitting on the matching chairs Bokutoโ€™s sisters bought for you when the two of you had first moved in. A mug of coffee or tea would be in your hands, the liquid looking as if it had long gone cold. You wouldnโ€™t acknowledge Akaashi whenever heโ€™d step outside to join you. Say nothing as he sits in the vacant seat beside you, staring only out into the blinking lights of the city.ย 
When you were this way, Akaashi knew better than to try and bother you to speak. Your mind was eons away, in a world where Akaashi had never been and would never get to see. So he settled himself to sit beside you silently, until you were ready to climb back down from wherever you wandered off to.ย ย ย 
But even those days became few and far in between.ย 
It was something that confused him, like heโ€™d been following a trail of crumbs laid before him, yet had no idea where it would lead him to.ย 
That was, until he walked up to Study room 201 for the usual Tuesday evening session. On a normal day he would simply barge into the room without a thought as to who was already in there or if they were in the middle of anything important. But there was a tug in his chest that halted him in front of the narrow, rectangular window cut-out of the sliding door. He was still as he peeked through the glass, and something clicked so loudly in his brain, his eardrums nearly burst.ย 
Because Study Room 201 was already a mess of textbooks and papers, prohibited snacks and drinks littered the conference table, and Kuroo Tetsuro was sitting next to you.ย 
You were leaning over as you read something on his laptop screen, and Kuroo slightly leaned back to give you some room. Your eyes were roving over the screen quickly, faster than any normal person should be reading. Then you frowned at something, your finger pointing at certain spots as you explained his mistakes.ย 
It seemed like you were ripping into Kurooโ€™s essay or project or whatever it was he was having you read over, your mouth running off into a seemingly endless tangent of all the things he could have done differently. If it was Akaashi in that situation, his head would probably feel so hot from how irritating your voice surely would have sounded in his ears. He might have shoved you away altogether.ย 
Yet, there was Kuroo Tetsuro, sitting in the seat Akaashi had only ever seen one other person sit in, staring at you as he tried but failed desperately to hide the smile on his face. You turned just as Kurooโ€™s smile bubbled into a chuckle, and you smacked your pen so hard on his head, Akaashi was afraid he might start bleeding.ย 
Kurooโ€™s chuckle turned into complete laughter, loud and obnoxious and infectious, it was only a matter of seconds until you dissolved into a fit of giggles yourself.ย 
Neither of you paid him much attention when Akaashi finally decided to open the door. In fact, it seemed as if you hadnโ€™t noticed him at all, despite nearly slamming the door in his haste to enter. Akaashi settled into the seat across from you, as heโ€™s always done, and a small part of him wondered if Kuroo might move back into his usual seat beside him now that Akaashi has entered the picture.
He didnโ€™t. He simply smiled at Akaashi and asked him if heโ€™d like a turn to criticize his work. Of course, Akaashi agreed and thoroughly enjoyed tearing down Kurooโ€™s perfectly good thesis if only because it made both of you laugh.ย 
Akaashi felt incredibly stupid for not seeing it before, and now that he has, he doesnโ€™t understand how he could have possibly missed it. He stared at the man beside you now, sneaking grapes onto your laptop to get you to eat and wordlessly walking down the hall to fill your water bottle and filling in the seat Akaashi never braved to fill, and the revelations pour over him like a waterfall, loud and rumbling and serene all at once.ย 
Heโ€™s glad it was Kuroo.ย 
It was a little painful, though. Not a heartbreak, nor a pang of jealousy, but there was an ache that took hold in his body all the same. And he hated that selfish part of him that was hurt โ€“ wishing it was him that could have helped you heal.
But it wasnโ€™t him, and heโ€™s glad it was Kuroo.ย 
Whatever sort of pain or shame or guilt that he was torturing himself with was quickly eased away by the sound of your muffled laughter through the apartment walls during late night phone calls, the color that was beginning to return to your cheeks, and the light that had finally returned in your eyes.
In those following months, you stopped locking yourself in your room, stopped losing yourself in the city lights on that cold, empty balcony. And more than once has Akaashi come home to find you and Kuroo splayed across the living room, either giggling over something playing on the TV screen with beer cans littered across his coffee table, or sitting beside each other in comfortable silence while you both worked or studied.
One way or another, Akaashi would get roped into whatever it was you were doing with Kuroo. And heโ€™ll complain, berate you two for wasting his time on nonsense and tomfoolery, but it was those moments that provided him with a sharp clarity, like he finally has all the pieces he needed for this puzzle.ย 
Akaashi may have been just a man on the outside looking in, but the picture that Kuroo had built with you โ€“ for you โ€“ was more beautiful and warm than Akaashi had ever thought to imagine. And whether you realized it or not, you now went about your days with a permanent smile on your lips and a lightness in the air about you that Akaashi had not felt in years.ย 
It had filled him with something he didnโ€™t even know he had been missing, as if his lungs were finally taking their first gulp of air after so long underwater. The brightness you started to exude felt as warm and refreshing as summerโ€™s first rays of sun, and Akaashi finally lets himself relax.ย 
Because Kuroo โ€“ that son of a bitch, Akaashi could kiss him in the mouth โ€“ he had taken the pieces of you that were scattered across the dirty floor, and heโ€™s put together every single shard until you were nearly whole again. He had breathed an entirely new life into you, a mosaic of all the things you thought you couldnโ€™t handle, brought back to make you stronger. You were almost unrecognizable.ย 
But people donโ€™t change so easily, and some habits are ingrained into your bones. Akaashi could already see the beginnings of it. The self-doubt, the fear, overthinking your every word and action. Often, Akaashi felt as if he could hear your thoughts from across the room, his throat constricting as they wrapped around him like a noose.ย 
He didnโ€™t want things to be the same, he told himself. Things were going to be different this time. Heโ€™d said it like a mantra over and over again, and now was the time for him to put his money where his mouth was.ย 
And one day, Akaashi was in the kitchen making his usual cup of coffee, you came bouncing โ€“ no, literally, you were bouncing โ€“ out of your room with just about the goofiest smile heโ€™d ever seen on your face, and it was all the push he needed to step over the line.
He allowed himself that bit of courage, something heโ€™d spent years shoving to the back of his mind, smothered by his own hands.
โ€œExcited for your date?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not a date!โ€
โ€œWould it be so bad if it was?I mean look at you, youโ€™re smiling like an idiot.โ€ย 
For one, glorious, precious second, Akaashi thought that things would finally work out. The gears started spinning your head, and even though you glared at him, Akaashi could already see a sparkle in your eye, and a hint of smile you tried to hide.
โ€œYou know what, Keiji, Iโ€™m getting sick of you โ€“โ€
And it only took three knocks for everything to come toppling down.ย 
The not-so-serendipitous entrance of Bokuto Koutaro was usually accepted with open arms, and an exasperated sigh that wasnโ€™t actually exasperated but a little excited to see what heโ€™s got planned for the day.
But that day, the sight of his streaked hair made Akaashiโ€™s stomach drop to the floor, and hearing the way he spoke to you only made Akaashi see red.ย 
He almost didnโ€™t register the slam of his front door, the blood roaring in his ears too loudly for him to hear your heated exchange. He couldnโ€™t even bring himself to feel sorry for his best friend, pouting like a child whose favorite toy was just ripped from his hand.ย 
Akaashi knew, deep down somewhere in a dusty corner of his heart, that Bokuto didnโ€™t mean any harm. He might have even thought he came here with the best of intentions, that maybe he was trying to be a good friend. And maybe thatโ€™s what irritates Akaashi even more, the complete lack of self-awareness, and the obliviousness to those around him โ€“ perfectly content with staying inside his own Bokuto-powered bubble.ย 
Irritated, yes. Still, Akaashi couldnโ€™t bring himself to be truly vexed. Not when Bokuto looked just as confused and distraught. Akaashi didn't know what he was thinking, or perhaps he wasnโ€™t even thinking at all, but he couldnโ€™t stop himself. But the worst part of it was, he didnโ€™t want to. Because you were finally letting yourself be happy, and he wasnโ€™t going to let Bokuto ruin it.ย 
โ€œSheโ€™s finally moving on. You shouldnโ€™t do anything to mess that up.โ€
โ€œJust leave it alone, Bokuto-san. Before anyone gets hurt.โ€
By the time he was finished, the flames of anger Akaashi felt just moments prior had completely died, and he was left with nothing but a taste of smoke and ash on his tongue. He spoke the words a lot more calmly than he felt, a familiar sense of sympathy creeping over his heart yet again.
Because the look on Bokutoโ€™s face was one Akaashi had seen before, but never on him. A mix of shock and confusion, topped off with a hint of anguish and regret. It looked sad enough on you, but on Bokuto, it was heartbreaking.
So he truly didnโ€™t know. Akaashiโ€™s not sure if it made him feel better or worse. He just knew he was finished with this game, and although he couldnโ€™t really understand the gravity of what heโ€™d just done, he didnโ€™t regret it. When Bokuto silently nodded and left his apartment, he felt only relief.
There was an eerie calm that settled in the wake of Bokutoโ€™s departure. You came back from your date-not-date with Kuroo in infinitely better spirits than when you left, back to skipping around the apartment while humming a tune only you could hear, and the morningโ€™s debacle was already long forgotten.ย 
Kuroo, unsurprisingly, became quite determined to attach himself to your hip, with a new sense of comfort and a different sort of tension that Akaashi didnโ€™t feel like addressing. It seemed the encounter with Bokuto had added fuel to more than one fire, and if Kuroo was trying to hide his feelings before, he wasnโ€™t bothering to do so now. Akaashiโ€™s caught the way Kuroo looks at you more than once, and itโ€™s even given him butterflies more than he cared to admit.ย 
Bokuto eventually apologized, and heโ€™d even started bringing Hikari around more. She really was a sweet girl, clearly putting in the effort to get to know Bokutoโ€™s friends. She even desperately tried to ignore Bokutoโ€™s longing looks at a certain blossoming couple, and Akaashi wished he had the capacity to care just a little bit more about the poor girl Bokuto dragged into the tangled web of his heart.ย 
Alas, he was too busy preparing for the storm.
Akaashi had always been an overthinker. Itโ€™s in his nature, something inherent in him that he could never shake no matter how hard he tried. Or it could be the result of his younger days hiding behind his fear, maybe it was something he never actually got over. Akaashi doesnโ€™t know. He doesnโ€™t think he knows much of anything these days.ย 
His useless mind was only searching for ways he could have prevented this. If he pushed you about your feelings earlier, would you have ended up with Bokuto instead of Kuroo? Would it have been the two of you laughing and dancing, pouring honey in each othersโ€™ ear in a crowded room like no one was watching?ย 
If not for Akaashi, would Bokuto have ever even realized you were in love with him? Were it not for him, would it have eaten away at Bokutoโ€™s very heart until he attacked his own best friend? Akaashi should have kept his mouth shut. If he did, then maybe you might have actually allowed yourself to enjoy being with Kuroo, to let him romance you in the way heโ€™s been aching to do, to let yourself fall in the way youโ€™ve been afraid to for so long.ย 
And if he did, then maybe he wouldnโ€™t have found Bokutoโ€™s white-knuckled fists gripping Kurooโ€™s shirt in the middle of a stunned crowd, drenched in sticky alcohol and hair in disarray while you were crying in the corner. Hikari wouldnโ€™t have been sobbing in the back of a dirty taxi, fighting the bile rising in her throat from the betrayal of the one meant to love her most.
He wouldnโ€™t have had to drag you home, too stunned into silence to fight him. He was thankful for that, because he knows that if you had seen the look on Kurooโ€™s face as everyone he loved left him soaked, eyes stinging, and aloneโ€ฆ Akaashi would have deserved that punch youโ€™d throw in his face.ย 
There were a plethora of things he wished he said, things he could have done. They played through his mind like an endless reel of maybes and what ifs and would haves over and over again as if determined to drive him insane.
Heโ€™s not sure what to do now. Heโ€™s not sure if he should even do anything. He was tired, he hadn't eaten in at least twenty seven hours, and when he looked in the mirror that morning, he cringed at the deep purple color that encircled his eyes.ย 
The coffee maker beeped loudly, and Akaashi mindlessly grabbed his mug from the cabinet. His eyes were unfocused, relying on his muscle memory to grab the oat milk creamer from the fridge and mixing in his preferred amount of sugar.ย 
The morning was calm, a stark contrast from the evening before, and Akaashiโ€™s been awake for a lot longer than heโ€™d care to admit. He stirred his spoon in circles, watching the whorls of milk blend into inky water. This was his fourth cup. Four times heโ€™s brewed a fresh pot, hoping to have one ready for you once you step out of your room. Four times the coffee had turned cold, and he watched it swirl against the steel of his sink as he poured it down the drain. Four times heโ€™s walked to the counter to brew a fresh pot again.ย 
He winced when he took a sip, coffee burning his tongue, like one last insult to his injuries. By now, heโ€™s already used up more than half the bag of coffee beans you brought home from work just the other day. He hated being wasteful. He hated drinking more than one cup before he could even eat his breakfast. He hated waiting for you alone with nothing but the sugar granules littering his dining table to keep him company.ย 
He hated the silence in his apartment. He hated the 53 missed calls on his phone from Kuroo and Bokuto. He hated that he was the one who sent Bokuto into a downward spiral. He hated every single face that did nothing but gawked with their phones out while two men โ€“ who had never so much as raised their voices at each otherย  โ€“ looked like they were two seconds away from ripping each other's throat out.ย ย 
He hated everything.
But he would still do it all over again. Let the fire he had unknowingly started burn their slate clean. If it means peace, if it means freedom from the cage they built around themselvesโ€ฆ then heโ€™d do it all over again, for his friends.ย 
And once it grows cold, Akaashi will brew another pitcher of coffee. He will make himself another cup.ย 
And he will sit in this chair, and he will wait until he sees you walking out that door.ย 
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The sun was nearing its peak when you finally woke up.ย 
You cursed yourself for forgetting to draw all your curtains last night, and you squinted against the harsh rays of sun now beating down on your face.
It was an effort to open your eyes. There was crust lining your waterline, stinging your lashes when you tried to flutter them open. Your lids still felt heavy and swollen, and you barely won the battle of keeping them open.ย 
Your head was throbbing, so loudly that it was the only thing you could hear. You dig into your temples with the heel of your palm, groaning as you positioned yourself to sit up. You run your hands along the rumpled sheets until your fingers hit something hard. You dig through a little more, closing your eyes and bracing yourself as you grab your phone.ย 
Dead. Only a black screen stared back, no matter how many times you pressed the buttons. You tossed the phone back on the mattress just as you flopped yourself back down, the both of you landing on the sheets like a useless brick.
You should probably charge the damn thing, but you couldnโ€™t bring yourself to disturb the morningโ€™s peace just yet. You doubt youโ€™d find another moment of it the second you get out of this bed.ย 
Instead, you bury your fingers into your own hair, twisting your body around until your face is buried in your pillow, and you fight the urge to scream into it, too worried that the extra strain might actually cause you to hurl your guts out.ย ย 
Not yet.ย 
You burrowed even deeper into your sheets, wrapping the blankets around yourself until you were nothing more than a cocoon of self-preservation. Because you werenโ€™t ready to face it. The betrayal you were unknowingly the center of, the years of friendship that was splintered in a matter of seconds, the broken hearts of the people you cherished the most. You werenโ€™t ready to face any of it. Not yet.
As if the cowardly admission was some sort of key, memories began to flood through wide open gates in your head, soaking you all over again with sticky alcohol and salty tears. You tried to push it back, tried to cover yourself, like holding an umbrella in a hurricane. But the waves of memory overpowered you, knocking you off your feet each time you remembered Kurooโ€™s wide-eyed, vacant look as he watched Akaashi haul you away.ย 
Kuroo.ย 
Tetsuro.
Even a mere whisper of his name still sends shocks through your nerves, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. The thought of him consumed you so easily, so wholly, like he was a blanket of calm that smothered all your raging thoughts until there was only him. Everything about him made you so dizzy, light headed and out of breath.
Every time you hear his voice, so rich and creamy, it coats all over you like something luxurious on your skin. Forcing yourself to pretend that youโ€™re not breathing in his scent whenever heโ€™s near, pretend that cedar and smoke and warm amber donโ€™t haunt your dreams โ€“ it was a tremendous effort on your part to keep yourself sane, to keep yourself from free-falling into the rabbit hole that was Kuroo Tetsuro.ย 
But last nightโ€ฆ You could have dreamt all you wanted about what it would be like to have him look at you with shaky breaths and dilated pupils and ask if he could kiss you, and it still wouldnโ€™t have amounted to anything close to actually having him in front of you. It made you want to laugh almost as much as it made you want to cry, because of course Kuroo Tetsuro could make reality surpass fantasy.ย 
You wished the memories could have stopped there, that your night ended with the only kiss that has ever made you feel like you were in the clouds.
But fate was almost as cruel as life.ย 
It was difficult to explain how it felt, for everything to finally click into place while also spiraling into confusion.ย 
You understood with painful clarity why Hikari hated you, why she acted like you were a pebble in her shoe, and looked at you as if your very existence was an eyesore. You remembered that fight with Bokuto, and the tension that never went away even after the two of you reconciled โ€“ all the times Bokutoโ€™s mood would plummet at the mere mention Kuroo, each time you ignored the frustrated glances he threw towards the both of you, hoping you were simply imagining things.
Because what reason could Bokuto possibly have to act that way? You thought about it over and over, and could never come up with an adequate conclusion.ย 
Now, your willful ignorance has finally come to pay its retribution, a sort of cosmic joke that you were sure some powers above found absolutely hilarious โ€“ because Bokuto Kotaro was in love with you. In love. With you. Has been, apparently, for โ€ฆ you didnโ€™t even want to think of how long, couldnโ€™t comprehend the implication of his confession.
A confession that you vividly remember praying for, words that your heart has longed for and ached to hear. Cried for in the silent void of your bedroom, hoped for in your fractured soul, because for so long, you waited, even just for a sliver for a chance for Bokuto to actually see you as more than a friend, more than just the overbearing manager who followed him to college.ย 
It almost kills you to know that he was waiting for the same thing.ย 
For a moment, you envisioned it. The life you could have had with Bokuto โ€“ walking around campus tucked beneath his arm, registering for classes that fit each otherโ€™s schedule, wearing his jersey when you watch his games. Maybe you would have joined the team as a manager, and there wouldnโ€™t have been a second you wouldnโ€™t spend together. Bokuto probably wouldnโ€™t have even waited for the first year to end before convincing you to move in with him. The apartment would have been small, but he wouldnโ€™t ever miss a single dinner together.ย 
Every morning, youโ€™d wake up to an empty bedroom, but by the time you prepared two steaming mugs of coffee, Bokuto would have already returned from his morning run. Heโ€™d kiss you and embrace you, and youโ€™d get ready for the day together, leave your home together, and come home together.
Grief is peppered through every thought like weeds, mourning for the time lost and each memory that never happened. It would have been a beautiful life together. It would have been filled with love, laughter, and happiness so bright, just imagining it made your eyes burn.ย 
The smell of fresh coffee permeated through the musty, stale air of your bedroom. You could almost see the trail of the scent wafting through the open seams of your door, snaking through the smog until it wrapped around you like a warm embrace. It beckoned you like a familiar friend, so enticing that it actually spurred you to sit back up.ย 
Suddenly, you felt your stomach grumble and the dryness in your mouth felt like ash, as if the smell of arabica beans was that first fallen domino that had all your issues tumbling into each other. You ignored the rush of nausea churning in your stomach that had nothing to do with the amount of alcohol you drank last night, and swung your legs over the side of your bed, feet absently shuffling against the wooden floor until they found your slippers.ย 
You stifled a groan as you stood, and dragged your feet across the room slowly. You snatched the thin robe you kept hung over your computer chair, and wrapped it tightly around your body, taking a deep breath as you closed your fingers around the door knob and twisted it open.ย 
You nearly choked on the wave of aroma that rushed at you so fast, you might have thought you were stepping into an actual roastery instead of your own living room. You half expected to see Akaashi standing over a heated pan, vigorously stirring beans until they turned brown โ€“ or however the hell one would roast coffee, you seriously had no idea.ย 
Instead, you found him standing in front of the coffee maker you bought for him two Christmases ago, hands on his hips and foot tapping on the floor. The machine was bubbling and hissing as the coffee dripped slowly into the pot, and the counter was an abhorrent mess that youโ€™ve quite literally never seen Akaashi make in the entire time youโ€™ve lived with him.ย 
โ€œDid you open up some sort ofโ€ฆ cafe in our apartment that I wasnโ€™t aware of,โ€ You tried to keep your voice light and playful, but the words scratched at your throat, and they came out sounding tired and rough.
Akaashi could have broken his neck with the speed he turned around, shooting an arm out to catch himself on the counter when his momentum threatened to hurtle his body too far. He regarded you with wide, tired eyes, coffee staining his shirt in four different places, and you had a strange feeling that if you reached up and tried to run your fingers through his hair, you would find a birdโ€™s egg nestled somewhere deep within. He looked โ€“ and you were putting this nicely โ€“ like absolute shit.ย 
You tried to smile, and his gaze immediately softened, lips coming together into a tight line. And you regretted any previous thoughts you might have had about the malnourished vibe he was putting down., because the pathetic way he looked at you definitely said that you looked about a million times worse.ย 
โ€œI thought Iโ€™d give it a try,โ€ he said softly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter, โ€œIt canโ€™t be that hard, can it? Especially with an experienced barista in the vicinity.โ€
You clicked your tongue, and gave Akaashi a mocking glare, โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t be able to afford my skills and services.โ€
Akaashi brought a finger up to his lip in faux-thought, and you felt your heart flutter when he opened his arms wide, โ€œI can pay with warm, comforting, and gentle embraces?โ€
You shook your head, and your slippers slapped against the wooden floor as you hurriedly made your way across the room and crashed into Akaashiโ€™s arms.
โ€œCanโ€™t you be normal and just call it a hug?โ€ Your voice was muffled against his chest, โ€œWho the hell calls it an embrace these days?โ€
He pulled you against him even tighter, โ€œLiterary geniuses, thatโ€™s who.โ€
A chuckle softly escaped from your lips and vibrated against Akaashiโ€™s chest, and it felt like a tether had been snapped. Even more giggles tumbled out, and the fact that Akaashi was not laughing somehow made it even more funnier โ€“ made what funnier, you actually had no idea, though at this point you could hear how unhinged your laughter actually sounded. But you couldnโ€™t hold it back, and you laughed until your belly ached, and tears formed on the corners of your eyes.ย 
You laughed until the laughter felt like acid burning up your throat, and the tightness of it made it difficult to breathe. The tears that pooled in your eyes now flowed freely down your cheeks, and there was no stopping it then, not when you choked out a sob, clutched at the fabric of Akaashiโ€™s shirt and cried. While Akaashi rested one hand on the back of your head, and stroked small circles around your back with the other, you wept and you cried. Cried and cried and cried.ย 
Whatever restraint youโ€™d been keeping against your heart was undone by the strength of Akaashiโ€™s arms around you, and knowing that he was there to hold you togetherโ€ฆ it was enough to have you falling apart.
You donโ€™t know how long the two of you stood in that kitchen for. It could have been a few minutes. It could have been a few hours. Akaashi didnโ€™t falter, didnโ€™t move a single inch. Through each shuddering sob, every heaving gasp for air, Akaashi had stayed. He waited until the shaking subsided, and your breathing evened out, and there was not a single tear left to cry.ย 
You werenโ€™t sure how much time had passed before you peeled yourself away from his embrace, wiping your entire face with the sleeve of your robe. You backed another step, and Akaashi met your swollen, red eyes with his own sunken, tired ones. He tried to smile at you, and tried extremely hard to seem like he wasnโ€™t uncomfortable in his soaked shirt.
โ€œGo change out of that thing,โ€ you said by way of apology, cringing at the mess youโ€™d left behind, โ€œPlease.โ€
For a second, you thought Akaashi might have argued with you. But then his eyes switched from you to the hallway then back again, before he nodded and darted to the direction of his bedroom. You breathed out a laugh and walked to the counter, grabbing a towel from beside the sink and wiping away the coffee grounds that dirtied your usually-immaculate kitchen.ย 
You were sweeping up the stray flecks that littered the floor when Akaashi came barrelling back into the kitchen. Before he said a single word, he snatched the broom violently from your hand.
โ€œHey, I was โ€“โ€
You couldnโ€™t finish your sentence, not when Akaashi practically shoves you into a seat at the dining table.ย 
โ€œStay,โ€ he pointed a finger at you, and you quickly swallowed back the snarky comment you were prepared to throw out. Your eyes just silently followed Akaashi as he fussed around the kitchen, mopping the rest of the floor and shaking his head at you when he realized youโ€™d already cleaned the counters.ย 
He grabbed your favorite mug โ€“ drying on the dish rack like it had just been washed after use โ€“ then turned to make you a cup of coffee. But when he touched the top of his fingers to the glass body of the pitcher, he frowned. Deeply.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€ you asked.
โ€œThe coffee got cold again,โ€ he grumbled, making you shoot out of your seat and scramble towards him when he yanked the decanter off the hot plate and headed to the sink.
โ€œStop!โ€ you practically screeched, just barely making it in time to grip his wrist before he could fully pour the contents down the drain. โ€œWhat the hell are you doing?โ€ย 
Akaashi just stared. โ€œItโ€™s cold now.โ€
โ€œSo?!โ€ you looked at him like the roles have now been completely reversed, โ€œWe can just microwave it or something. You donโ€™t need to throw the whole thing out.โ€ You tried to pry the pitcher out of Akaashiโ€™s hand, but he clutched on tightly.
โ€œI wanted you to have fresh coffee,โ€ he said simply, and you gaped. You looked at him for a second longer before your eyes flick back to the counter that you just cleaned up, and realization washed over you like a gentle shower.ย 
โ€œDid you โ€“โ€ you paused for a second, unsure of how you were going to deal with this situation, โ€œHave you been making a new pot of coffee each time it went cold?โ€ย 
Akaashi opened his mouth as if to speak, but quickly clamped his lips down to press them into a thin line. You managed to grab the pitcher from Akaashi with no resistance, and rushed to place it back into its proper place on the machine. In your peripherals, you could see a crinkled bag, folded in half and tucked in a corner behind the coffee maker.ย 
โ€œIs thatโ€ฆโ€ you mumbled to yourself before quickly snatching the nearly empty bag from its hiding place, โ€œKeiji!โ€
He winced slightly when you presented him with the evidence, coffee beans flying astray when you shake the bag in Akaashiโ€™s face.
โ€œI just got this bag, Keiji!โ€ you groaned, lamenting the gallons of your favorite roast undoubtedly swirling through the drainpipes of Tokyo by now. You peeked into the bag, frowning when you saw that only about a fourth of the bag had been saved, โ€œNow I have to wait until next month for the cafe to give me a free one.โ€
โ€œI wanted you to have โ€“โ€
โ€œFresh coffee. I got it,โ€ย  you sighed, placing two hands on each of Akaashiโ€™s shoulders. Again, he showed no resistance whenย  you pushed him backwards and sat him on your empty chair. He opened his mouth to argue when you grabbed two mugs and poured in the cold coffee, but the glare you shot him was enough to make him shut it. You ignored his searing gaze as it trailed after your every movement, ignored it burning holes in your back while you microwaved the two mugs of coffee, ignored the burn in your throat at the pathetic way he watched you place one mug in front of him, and held the other as you took the empty seat across from him.
You gestured silently to the mug of coffee.
โ€œDrink,โ€ you ordered, and the word made Akaashi instantly grab the handle, โ€œThereโ€™s only room for one mental breakdown in this apartment at a time. And I call dibs for today, okay?โ€
Akaashi couldnโ€™t stop the laughter that broke free, and you couldnโ€™t help but smile at the exasperated way he shook his head. When the two of you lifted your mugs, your eyes met for just a moment, and the smile you shared with your best friend might have been enough to heal your heart.ย 
Then, you took a sip of the coffee, and the moment the dark liquid hit your tongue, you had to fight the cringe, and pretend that the way he burnt this batch didnโ€™t break your heart all over again.
โ€œThatโ€™sโ€ฆโ€ you begin, searching for the words. You coughed instead of finishing your sentence.
Akaashi simply sighed. He reached a hand in his pocket, and pulled out his phone.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ you asked, watching him slowly slide his fingers up and down the screen.ย 
He gives you a pointed look. โ€œWhatโ€™s it look like? Iโ€™m getting breakfast delivered.โ€
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The sun looked just about ready to set by the time you and Akaashi decided to settle down. Empty take out boxes were piled in the proper compartments of the trash bin, and neither of you have bothered to clean up the crumbs all over the table.ย 
Breakfast had passed by silently, the both of you just content to be in each otherโ€™s presence, still sniffling as you shoved entire forkfuls of souffle pancakes from your favorite bakery. You shrieked with delight when you recognized the logo on the bag Akaashi retrieved from the delivery man. You didnโ€™t even scold him for the insane delivery fee he probably had to pay for them to bring it all the way here.ย 
You just crushed him in a tight hug and accepted his kindness with a kiss on the cheek. He sighed in the way you imagined an older brother would about his annoying little sister, despite you being an entire year older. It made you chuckle, especially when he let you break his very strict โ€œno eating in the living roomโ€ rule.ย 
If Akaashi had any questions or concerns about the events that transpired last night, he mercifully kept them all to himself. After breakfast, he dug out the kotatsu blanket from the storage closet, and โ€“ after screeching to Akaashi that he was banned from making any beverages for at least a month โ€“ you brewed some of his favorite green tea.
You laid under that kotatsu with Akaashi for hours, sipping on tea that had long turned lukewarm, talking about things that were of neither importance or relevance. You wasted away the entire day, it seemed, if the setting sun and ombre skies out the windows were of any indication.ย 
Akaashi sat across from you, his back leaning against the foot of the couch. The kotatsu blanket reached up to his waist, and his head lolled lazily to the side as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. Youโ€™d long thrown propriety out the window, though it never is in the room when youโ€™re with Akaashi. You managed to snuggle yourself completely under the kotatsu table, the blanket skirt covering your body while using your seat cushion as a pillow.ย 
Akaashi had gone through tremendous effort to make this day feel as casual as last weekโ€™s Sunday morning. You had a niggling feeling that if you let him, then Akaashi would be very content in keeping you inside this bubble of safety and comfort that heโ€™s curated specifically for you. Heโ€™d keep the problems that were waiting past these four walls at bay for as long as he possibly could. This, you knew without a shred of doubt.ย 
It was a kindness that you held closely to your heart. One that you knew was the type of kindness that didnโ€™t boast, but wrapped itself around you gently and held you against its chest. The longer you looked at Akaashi, rubbing his finger against his nose and eyes glued to the screen, the more your heart swelled with that affection he generously poured into your cup.ย 
And you knew that because heโ€™s loved you enough to create this bubble, you had to love him enough to pop yourself both out of it.ย 
โ€œKeiji,โ€ your voice felt hoarse from the silence, the words scratching at your throat, โ€œWas I really that blind?โ€
Akaashi stilled almost imperceptibly, if you hadnโ€™t known him for years, you probably would have missed it. He clicks the button on the side of his phone, and he gently places the black device on the table. He shuffles to move his seat cushion from beneath him and tosses it to the side, settling himself beneath the blanket before laying down to face you.ย 
โ€œYou werenโ€™t blind, y/n.โ€
He said it so gently, probably worried that if he spoke any louder, then you would shatter. It softens your heart as much as it sends a spike of irritation through you.
โ€œDumb, then? Oblivious? Stupid? Naive? Either way you spin it, it still comes down to my faults, myโ€ฆโ€ your voice cracks, the traitorous thing, and you stopped to clear your throat, โ€œWhat word would you use, then, Keiji?โ€
โ€œYoung. Afraid. Hurt,โ€ He says with a lot more force and clarity than you expected, each word striking directly into your heart, โ€œA whole lot of other words before stupid, actually. An entire dictionaryโ€™s worth.โ€
You wanted to wipe that look off his face, really. Eyes misting his usual blue to a foggy gray, and failing to stop his wretched mouth from quivering. How many more people in your life were you going to hurt? You felt pathetic.
You stay silent for a moment before starting, โ€œBokutoโ€ฆ he must have also been in a lot of pain,โ€ you sighed, turning to supine and training your eyes to the popcorned ceiling, โ€œEverythingโ€™s soโ€ฆ fucked up. And itโ€™s all because of me and my stupid ignorance and โ€“โ€
โ€œPlease, stop saying that,โ€ Akaashi groaned loudly, balling a fist into his own hair.ย 
Exasperation floods through you like a tidal wave, it crashes through you viciously and your body shoots itself up into a sitting position before you could even think. You couldnโ€™t hold back the glare at Akaashi before asking him with a bite, โ€œWell, what do you want me to say?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ Akaashi answers with a growl, maneuvering himself up to face you, his fists landing helplessly on the table, โ€œbut please, stop saying stuff like that, not whenโ€“โ€ Akaashi sighed, bring two fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose, โ€œI knew about everything forโ€ฆ a long time.โ€
You shrugged carelessly as you replied, โ€œWell, yeah. I know I never actually told you, but I thought you figured it out afterโ€ฆ the equipment room incident.โ€
Akaashi pursed his lips together. โ€œOh, I did. But I wasnโ€™t talking about just you.โ€
Your eyebrows lifted, opting to stay silent. Akaashi nibbled at his bottom lip in hesitancy, allowing him the time to process through whatever he clearly wanted to say. You brace yourself when you see him taking a slow, deep breath.
โ€œWith you, it wasโ€ฆ so fucking obvious. And it wasnโ€™t just because you followed him around, or laughed obnoxiously loud at his dumb jokes. If anybody looked at you for longer than five seconds, theyโ€™d see it on your face โ€“ clear as day. You looked at him likeโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know. Like he made all the flowers bloom, or painted the sunset with your favorite colors or something poetic like that.โ€
โ€œThat sounded pretty poetic to me,โ€ you laugh, though it sounded hollow and despondent in its attempt to hide the gut punch Akaashiโ€™s words delivered. Akaashi smiled ruefully, but he continued.ย 
โ€œMy point is โ€“ you never had to tell me. I knew it. You knew it. We all knew it. Your feelings were never the big secret you thought it was. Bokuto might have been the only person in this world that never picked up on it. And actually, there was a point in time when I genuinely thought he was ignoring them on purpose. Fuck, maybe he did. I never really figured it out. I donโ€™t really think he ever did either. Because with Bokutoโ€ฆโ€
Akaashi took the deep breath youโ€™ve been holding the entire time he spoke, and he looked directly at you this time as he spoke.
โ€œI knew he loved you. He loved you, maybe a bit more than he knew what to do with. God, if you only saw how heโ€™d glare at any guy that tried to even look at you. They were ridiculous โ€“ hilariously vicious. He always did it behind your back, but it was about as subtle as a flashing neon sign. I donโ€™t know how you never caught him.You followed him around, sure, but he made sure he kept you by his side, never letting you stray too far from him. Because if you werenโ€™t next to him, then he wasโ€ฆ lost. Itโ€™s stupid butโ€“ yeah, I think I knew he loved you, even before he knew it himself. And I could have told him. Should have told him. It would have been easy, quick โ€“ โ€˜Bokuto, Y/N is in love with youโ€™. And he would have gone running. Well, nevermind. It might have taken him a couple days, but when it hit himโ€ฆ I donโ€™t think anything in the world could have stopped him.โ€
Silver streaks on Akaashiโ€™s face matched the warm tears that trickled down your own, and you tried to catch his gaze but at this point, he stared fixedly down at his lap.ย 
โ€œKeijiโ€ฆโ€ you called out to him, somehow wrangling his name through the tightness of your throat, because you need him to look at you. Needed him to see that you didnโ€™t blame him, would never even think to. But he doesnโ€™t meet your eyes. Instead, he barrels on.ย 
โ€œBut I didnโ€™t. Obviously. I kept my mouth shut, and just watched you two bumble around like idiots. It was, believe it or not, torturous for me. For the longest time, I kept my nose out of your business, because I know what itโ€™s like toโ€ฆ Ahh,โ€ He bows his head, and covers his eyes with the palm of his hand. It took a moment before he wiped his hand away and continued, โ€œI did try once, though. With you. And I felt so completely iced out afterwards, I remembered exactly why I kept out of it for so long.โ€
He must have sensed the rebuttal at the tip of your tongue, but he interrupts you before you could even start.
โ€œIโ€™m not telling you this to make you feel guilty. Iโ€™m telling you this becauseโ€ฆ I was afraid too. I was scared that if I had kept pushing, then you would have pulled away from me completely. I was scared that Bokuto would think I was overstepping my boundaries. I was scared that it would work out, and the two of you would phase me out of your lives. I was scared it wouldnโ€™t work out, and everything would beโ€ฆโ€
His voice trailed off, so you softly finished for him, โ€œFucked up?โ€
He finally, finally looked at you then. You reached across the table and held his hand in yours. You felt him stiffen for a second before turning his hand and curling his own fingers around yours. A giggle of relief spills from your lips, and it elicits a chuckle from Akaashi, and the sound blooms within you.
โ€œYou guys are my best friends,โ€ Akaashi said, his grip on you tightening just a fraction, โ€œAnd I saw what you were putting each other through. I was watching it all happen in front of my own eyes. I should have done something more, right? If I had tried harder with you, if I just talked to Bokuto, if I bothered even just a little bit more to get over my shit and helped my friendsโ€ฆย  Then this never would have happened. And Kurooโ€ฆ God, Kuroo. He didnโ€™t need me to do a damn thing, he just loved you but still I managed to fuck things up for him and โ€“โ€
โ€œShut up!โ€
Akaashi started a little at your sudden outburst, but it achieved the desired effect. He blinked at you once, then twice. You almost felt a twinge of guilt at your lack of patience, considering all that Akaashi was beginning to unpack in front of you. But werenโ€™t you the one that called dibs on the mental breakdown today? If he thought you were just going to sit there and listen to his blasphemy, then heโ€™s sorely mistaken.
โ€œDonโ€™t you even try to blame any of it on yourself, Keiji,โ€ you spat out, irritated, โ€œHow could you even say something so convoluted? How could you even think such a โ€“โ€
โ€œItโ€™s true, isnโ€™t it?โ€ Akaashi interrupts you fervently, as if desperate to get you to listen to him, โ€œI let my fears hold me back, instead of facing it for the people that mattered to me. Iโ€™m just a coward.โ€
โ€œNo, Keiji. Youโ€™re not a coward. Youโ€ฆโ€ You let out a heavy breath, all the sharpness in your tone now softening at Akaashiโ€™s deep set frown, โ€œDo you even have any idea how much you saved me? Even though things wereโ€ฆ unspoken between us, I knew you understood me. Without me ever having to say a single word, you understood me. And you never judged me or tried to tell me I was wrong. You justโ€ฆ you just held my hand. No matter what happened, good or bad, if I looked to my side, I knew I would see you there. Do you think youโ€™re the only person that notices the little things? I felt your support, and I felt your love. Even when you didnโ€™t say it out loud.โ€
โ€œButโ€“โ€
โ€œNo more buts, I really donโ€™t want to hear it. You werenโ€™t the one responsible for us,โ€ your eyes were hard, providing no room for arguments, โ€œYou were just a kid. What could you have even done? You saw how stubborn I was being! Do you really think I would have listened? You were young, and afraid, and didnโ€™t know any โ€“โ€
Too late. The words flew out of your mouth quickly, you didnโ€™t even think twice about it. Your guard was down, and you knew that was the most dangerous thing around Akaashi Keiji. Because too slowly did you realize the trap he laid out in front of you. And as the words slipped past your lips, you realized you were already too late. Akaashi was already looking at you with that smug grin.
โ€œItโ€™s not the same, and you know it.โ€
โ€œNo, itโ€™s not,โ€ He chuckled at you as if you werenโ€™t staring daggers at his soul right now, โ€œBut if you can afford me that much grace, then I think you owe the same to yourself. Everyone makes mistakes. You wonโ€™t meet a single person that doesnโ€™t have any regrets. But you canโ€™t let those feelings define you. Only improve you. I know youโ€™re feelingโ€ฆ a lot of shit right now that I probably canโ€™t even begin to process. But itโ€™s what you do with those feelings that matter.โ€ He propped an elbow on the table, and rested his chin in the palm of his halls. โ€œAre you gonna let it keep you down?โ€
You felt a little stunned, and though Akaashiโ€™s words were simple, you could feel them find their mark. Hot tears pricked at the corner of your eyes yet again, and you didnโ€™t look away from Akaashi as you let them fall. Still, you crossed your arms indignantly and pouted. โ€œI canโ€™t help but feel like I fell for some dirty trick.โ€
Akaashi laughed this time, waving his hand to beckon you closer to him. You begrudgingly moved from your spot, ignoring the ache in all your joints from your lack of movement, and crawled to sit beside Akaashi. He lifted the kotatsu skirt for you to settle under before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. โ€œDirty trick or not, as long as it gets the point across.โ€
โ€œI understand, Keiji. I do, but still,โ€ you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder, โ€œItโ€™s difficult not to feel foolish.โ€
โ€œI know,โ€ Akaashi said as he laid his cheek against your crown, โ€œI know. Fools in love, right?โ€
You didnโ€™t know what to say, so you chose not to say anything. The lull in conversation allowed you the time to process his words, closing your eyes to feel everything youโ€™d been avoiding the entire day. With a deep inhale, and a slow exhale, you silently search for the strength to let it all go.ย 
A buzz on the table catches your attention. Akaashi makes a point to ignore the notification, even more so when it buzzes again.ย 
The sight of his phone only served to remind you of your own, sitting dead and silent somewhere in the corner of your room for the entire day, of the calls that went straight to voicemail, of the messages that are unanswered โ€“ of the two men on the other side of line, waiting to see which way their world is about turn.ย 
โ€œHave you heard fromโ€ฆโ€ย 
Akaashi lets out a snort through his nose. โ€œOh, yes, I have. Iโ€™m probably dead for ignoring all the calls and texts. But I needed to make sure you were alright before I answered anything.โ€
You chuckle, moving out of Akaashiโ€™s one-armed embrace and sitting up to face him fully. โ€œI love you, Keiji. Iโ€™d pick you if you were in love with me too, you know. What do you say? Wanna throw a towel in the ring?โ€
Akaashi laughed, loud and brash and genuine, and for the first time that day, you actually believed that everything will be alright. โ€œI love you too, y/n. But Iโ€™d rather die.โ€
You nudged him hard with your elbow before standing up, leaving Akaashi to rub the sore spot while you stretched out your sore limbs. โ€œI guess itโ€™s time to stop hiding now, right?โ€
โ€œYeahโ€ฆโ€ Akaashi trails off, and you wait for him to ask the question you could see had been brewing in his mind for hours, โ€œWhat are you gonna do?โ€
The question shoots a pang of loneliness through you. Because no matter what decision you make, everything will change. Your friendships will not walk away unscathed, and there will never be going back to the way things were. This was irrefutable, and that thought alone should terrify you, should make you want to scramble back on your knees and beg the gods to turn back time. Yet, it doesnโ€™t.ย 
No, instead youโ€™re filled with a sense of clarity that youโ€™re not sure youโ€™ve ever felt before. It pained you to know that youโ€™ll hurt the people that matter to you the most, but not as much as it would pain you to know that you werenโ€™t being true to yourself.ย 
It was time for you to choose your own happiness.
โ€œNothingโ€™s changed for me, Keiji. Iโ€™ve always known what I was gonna do. Whether this truth came out or stayed hidden foreverโ€ฆ my answer is going to be the same.โ€ You smiled sadly as you spoke to Akaashi, and he offered nothing but an understanding nod, โ€œFrom now on, for me, itโ€™s always going to be him.โ€
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๐™†๐™„๐™‰๐™†๐™๐™Š๐˜ฝ๐™€๐™ '๐—ข๐Ÿต ; ๐™’๐™„๐™๐™ƒ ๐™†๐™๐™๐™Š๐™Š [SAFEWORDING + COLLARING]
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a little bit on the angsty side >:(( (and remember, it is always okay to safeword, no matter what, itโ€™s such an important thing to be aware of - you arenโ€™t letting anyone down, you are the priority in a intense scene).
warnings ;; safewording, collaring, aftercare themes, praising, grounding techniques, mild language, themes of roleplay and exiting a scene, slight talk of said scene.
by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.
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๐—ž๐—จ๐—ฅ๐—ข๐—ข ๐—ซ ๐—š๐—ก!๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—”๐——๐—˜๐—ฅ;
โ€œEasy, easy. Iโ€™ve got you. Youโ€™re okay, baby - mโ€™so proud of you, yโ€™know that?โ€
Immediately taking you into his arms, pulling you atop his lap into a more comfortable position to rest in, Kuroo guides his palms across your lower back, travelling upwards. Following along the ridges and clefts of skin and bone, his hand finally comes to rest on your nape, rubbing over the metallic collar heโ€™d just locked back into place prior. It had been only a moment's hesitation when heโ€™d checked in with you during the scene - lips parted and offering no clear-cut answer initially, other than a back and forth of โ€˜I donโ€™t know, Iโ€™m sorry,โ€™ had been all he needed to end the said scene.
Nudging his forehead against your own briefly, his line of sight directly with your own, Kuroo brushes his lips up onto your nose and cheeks, peppering chaste kisses. He was aware that you were in the beginning stages of dropping, self-doubt creeping in - something youโ€™d both taken the time to talk about in depth plenty of times before.
โ€œI didnโ€™t- I didnโ€™t ruin this for you, did I? I knew how much you were looking forward to it-โ€
โ€œNo. Fuck no, you couldnโ€™t be more farther from the truth - but this was never about me either, this is about you, above all else - and you havenโ€™t done anything wrong whatsoever. Weโ€™d both agreed to try something new, yeah?โ€
You nod, hesitantly, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck.
โ€œAnd that something, wasnโ€™t really for you; and thatโ€™s completely okay. Regardless of whether itโ€™s something that gets me off - you are my priority, no matter what. You are in control of the scene, when it comes down to it. What you say, goes. If anything, baby, knowing you tried, for me, means an awful lot. Thatโ€™s all that matters to me. Now, let me spoil you a little, yeah?โ€
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โ•ฐโ”€..โœถ. [ Dad or Daddy? ]
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โ’ pairing: husband!kuroo x fem!reader
โ’ genre: fluff! nsfw/suggestive [mdni]! insinuated smut + smut build-up no actual smut yet!
โ’ warnings: established relationship! slightly clingy & horny kuroo! talk of wanting to start a family! few swears thrown here & there! Talk of pregnancy & breastfeeding! playful teasing & dirty talk! think Kuroo has a daddy kink in here?
โ’ wc: 2.08k
๐—ข๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† (pt 2) | ๐— ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐˜€ (pt 3) | ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป (pt 4)
โ”€โ’ authors note: honestly idk wher to start but hi.. I'm Raie and I suck at writing but I write anyways. I look forward to sharing my lustful fantasies with y'all
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He'd been pestering you for the past three weeks. Lurking around every corner, eyeing you from every angle, and carefully watching even the smallest of twitches in your expression.
Kuroo was hovering.
No doubt about it, something was up and if anything by the small hints he'd been dropping you knew exactly what.
"Love?" You sighed heavily for the umpteenth time today as you returned the clothing item to its line. You looked over your shoulder at your husband whose eyes have been glaring attentively at your headโ”€ not so inconspicuously drifting to your stomach when he knows yours lookingโ”€ ever since you've entered the mall.
Kuroo doesn't say anything as he stands behind you with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He simply shrugs with a pursed smile as you raise your brow at him.
He doesn't want to outrightly say it which is why he's been quietly hinting at his now-growing desire to build his family. He knows you know what he wants but to your amusement, you've ended up teasing him longer than he had the patience to deal with.
You want him to verbally bring the topic up whereas he wants you to read his mind and do it first. And so far, he'd been keeping a good pace of competing with you. But he was slowly slipping when he caught you looking in the direction of the kid's clothing only to turn on your feet and walk in the opposite direction leaving him to pout and trail behind you.
"Are you hungry?" You asked and he shook his head, shoulders perching before dropping.
"Are you tired?"
"Are you... horny?"
"Why must you put it like that" He cracked, an excessively dramatic pout forming on his lips as he huffs under his breath and stepped closer to you. "But now that you mention it, kinda"
You chuckle lightly, looping one arm around his waist and giving it a slight squeeze before planting a kiss on his cheek and the corner of his lips, finally relenting to the suffering you've caused him with your feigned obliviousness.
Despite the circumstances, Kuroo's mind drifts away for a moment when he sees you smiling at him. He melts and admires the gentle tugging of your lips and the way your eyes waver between understanding and as always complete adoration whenever you look at him.
He's so enamoured with the way your gaze is filled with love that he's taken by surprise when you lean into him and whisper a few words seemingly nothing to anyone but everything to him.
He blinks and you don't let go of his hand or the arm you're clinging onto.
Kuroo looks down at you unphased but you see the gears churning and his mind processing.
"So... You're saying yes?"
"No, I said we'll talk about it at home"
"Which technically means yes! You've never said no to me before..." He states factly, his eyes beaming with life and excitement and you knew he had a point.
"We'll talk about it at home" You conclude one last time and he lights up even more.
Suddenly he's tugging you in the direction of the baby clothes and just as he pointed outโ”€ you were unable to deny him so you stifled your laughter and allowed him to pull you along.
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"I want this" Kuroo shoves his phone in your face for you to see a picture of a matching father and daughter outfit and you indulged him with an amused smile, nodding your head before getting back to work.
After dragging him away from the baby section, you'd gone to pay for the clothes you'd picked out in favour of his input and Kuroo huffed the entire time at your lack of enthusiasm, but little did he know you were enjoying every second of his enthusiasm with a fond secretive smile.
Kuroo carried the bags until you reached the car, shoved them into the backseat and practically sped home.
"Now then," You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he dropped the shopping bags onto the couch, shrugged off his hoodie and turned to face you with a knowing grin.
You know what you said but at the time you forgot you had documents that needed to be submitted or else you'd probablyโ”€ most likely lose your job. "It feels like you're avoiding the topic, again... " You heard him grumble under his breath and you felt bad, it wasn't your intent but Kuroo could wait a few hours more could he not?
He couldn't.
He'd call your name in a sing-song, show up behind you and wrap his arms around you, whispering sweet words into your ear hoping to seduce you away from work.
When that didn't work he became more touchy. His hands fitted on the curve of your hips before they snuck under your shirt and drifted up to place on the dents beneath your ribcage. Your skin is warm compared to his chilling fingertips.
You'd hiss at him but make no move to shoo him away which he'd taken as permission to continue. It led to his hands roaming every inch of your stomach and swell of your breasts beneath your bra but no reaction. He then tried sliding his hands down your pants which then garnered the response he was looking for.
"Tetsurou, my love. Let me finish cooking so I can get to that report. Once that's done we can talk, okay? But the more you try to seduce me the longer it's going to take"
"Then just leave the food and the report"
"No can do. It's not worth starving or the stress, please, baby boy" You pleaded softly.
"I hate you" He mumbled but he didn't mean it.
Kuroo exhaled loudly while leaning down defeatedly to peck your cheek and forcefully drag himself away from you when you say, "What a shame, to have to tell our kids how much their father hates their mother"
Kuroo's ears perk. He glanced over his shoulder with slitted eyes narrowed at you.
"Does that mean..." The words get lost in his throat as you wink at him.
"Mean what?"
"Fuck you... sweetheart" He swears but there's no aggression to his tone when you can hear the distinct manner in which it almost fades out softly when addressing you.
Kuroo is standing in front of you within seconds, spinning you on your heels and pulling you flush against him.
"What's wrong?" You chuckle, trailing a finger up his chest. "Have a change of heart... Daddy" You emphasize the last part but internally you're cringing. "Don't want me to have your babies?"
"Now.. you're just mocking me" He pushes you against the counter and looks at you intently. "You never call me daddy" The shock is evident on his face but it does not mean he hates the newly given title, if anything he loves it and loves it even more after replaying it countless many times in his head.
"Call me that again"
"No"
"I've waited five years" Kuroo confesses exasperatedly and you scrunch your nose, processing.
"I want kids and I want you to call me daddy" He grumbles, grinding against you.
"You want a lot of things, Tetsurou"
"Things I only want with you" He nuzzles his nose against yours.
He certainly had a way with words.
"I want to be the father of your kids! I want to love and cherish them just as I do you! And I want to have as many children as you'll let me... I just want it to be with you, everything. My firsts and my lasts, everything..."
Long forgotten are the food you intended to prepare and the work you were stressing to hurriedly submit. In that moment all that mattered stood in front of you. A moment just as special as your first kiss and your first night together and the day he proposed and the day you married. Sincerity in his every word and the sincerity in his intention blissfully overwhelmed you.
"Contrary to what you may think, I've given it a long hard thought. I've looked up every possible pregnancy article and watched those horrifying birth documentaries, hell, I've even sat down with your mother for God's sake. I know it'll be hard but you gotta give me props here sweetheart... "
"Tetsurou"
"Like I get it. You're probably scared. Babies grow up and their teenage phase ain't a joke but fuck. Do you know how hard it is to not think of you pregnant? Or when our bundle of joy is finally born and you're breastfeeding em? Could fucking drool at the thought. And we'd for sure all get matching outfits! Cuddle up in bed! I'd Spoil my babies rotten"
"Tetsu, love"
You've gone ignored twice but you let him have his fun rambling. You're pretty amused but there's a tinge of anxiousness arising ever so slowly.
"I don't care if we get cock blocked for the rest of our lives. Pregnancy is something I'd love to experience with you and only you" Spoken as if he'd be the one baring the child. You're entertained.
"Is that so?"
"Yes. And I just picture coming home to my beautiful wife, to a home filled with laughter. I'd have my little army of partners in crime... teach em my ways and we'd bully the guys together"
"I'd feel sorry for your wife. She doesn't know what she signed up for, did she?"
"Meanie"
"But 's too late now" You hummed pinching his side and slipping out of his embrace only he was faster and grasped your wrist, giving one forceful tug which has you reeling back into him.
"You're right about that" He exhales lightly, warm air blowing softly into your ear causing a chill to run up your spine. Kuroo tugs on the drawstrings of your pants loosening them.
"She's mine and I'm hers" He nibbles on your earlobe.
"And she ain't getting away"
You relent. You give in.
Your head falls back to rest against his chest, lulling to the side giving him free access to the entire expanse of your neck and he takes full advantage of it. His finger trace over your cunt and your jaw clenches in response.
"Tetsu..." You mumble weakly.
"Just think of it, sweetheart... You'd take me so well I know it" His index finger teases your entrance.
"Y-You're not giving me t-time to answer y-you..." You stuttered between ragged breaths. Kuroo's arm wraps around your waist and holds most of your weight sensing your knees giving in.
"My bad, my bad"
With that said, he pulls away. His finger leaves your cunt to ache for itself as he brings it to his finger and licks it clean.
"Tetsu" You groan, "Can't you just put it in"
"I haven't received a clear answer from you, sweetheart. Until we talk this through properly you ain't getting anything. I gotta know if ya want me with or without protection"
"Please" You ask softly and he purses his lips knowing that he's slipping.
"Call me daddy"
"No" You refused immediately and is he surprised? No. But he knows you'll break so he rubs against you.
"Either of the two"
"Oh fuck just put it in, please"
"No can do"
Your fuse has been blown and you throw your head back in frustration. Him wanting kids but denying you made you irritable, though if you were the least bit rational right now you'd have admired him and even respected him all the more as a significant other; needing a clear and affirmative answer from you before proceeding. Then again, he'd given you the ultimatum of calling him something you'd only ever jokingly said once to him in your entire time being together, which was today and not even an hour ago.
"Kuroo" You warned as his hands teasingly massages your thighs.
"Nah ah. I'm not giving in this time baby... You can't have me until you decide"
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"for fuck sakes I'M PREGNANT already"
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New Girl At Nekoma:
Kuroo's Crush
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Tetsuro Kuroo featuring Nekoma x female! reader (she/her pronouns)
Warnings: none
A/N: This is a request @times-new-roman-in-pastel! It's also this roosters birthday so Happy Birthday to our favorite Sports Promoter ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ
I apologize for being MIA for a while, poor mental health and general sickness have all but consumed my life but I promise Iโ€™m around ๐Ÿ–ค
Oof YN ๐Ÿ˜ฌ
Having to switch schools at the beginning of your third year ๐Ÿซ 
Honestly I donโ€™t even know if crying will help at this point
Your guardian accepted a new job in Tokyo so of course you followed suit, moving from a small town to the huge city
It was a big change and an even bigger change looking at your new high school
Nekoma High School ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป
Honestly we love it
Well YOU donโ€™t currently love it night but trust me you will soon enough ๐Ÿ˜
Trust the process YN
You stand outside looking at the school as you take a deep breath and walk in
The halls are crowded and everyone is staring at you
Not only because you are the new kid but also because you are so pretty ๐Ÿคฉ
Turning heads everywhere you go YN!
However right now itโ€™s very overwhelming because, well once again, everyone is staring at you
You look around, trying to find your classroom but much to your dismay, it seems to not exist
But we donโ€™t give up so easily! Oh no no
You mentally calm yourself, turning around to start over
Unfortunately when you turn around you turn smack into two boys
Subsequently you tumble to the ground, landing hard
โ€œAre you ok?โ€ An angelic voice chimes
You look up, seeing a tall boy and a shorter boy staring at you
โ€œYeah Iโ€™m ok, sorry for running into you,โ€ you say as the shorter boy extends his hand to help you
โ€œSorry for knocking you down, ummm Iโ€™m sorry I donโ€™t know your name?โ€ The shorter boy says
โ€œOh Iโ€™m Yn, itโ€™s my first day,โ€ you say smiling and fixing your skirt and blouse
โ€œWelcome to Nekoma YN, Iโ€™m Yaku and this is Kai,โ€ the shorter boy says
โ€œItโ€™s nice to meet you,โ€ you say smiling softly
Yaku and Kai smile back but before you can say anything
We hear an agitating, grading voice ๐Ÿ˜’
โ€œYaku!! Hey Yaku!โ€
You look over to see a very tall, white haired boy and a boy with a Mohawk approaching
โ€œYaku, hey I need your help!โ€
Yaku rolls his eyes as you watch their interaction, โ€œLev if itโ€™s help with your receives, Iโ€™ll passโ€
Lev ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป ๐Ÿ˜ฑ offended
Meanwhile the boy with the Mohawk is just staring at you ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘๏ธ
โ€œFor goodness sakes Yamamoto, stop staring at the new girl, itโ€™s creepy!โ€
โ€œLike you yelling that isnโ€™t also creepy,โ€ another boy says as he walks past with his head in a video game
โ€œHey are you really a new girl?โ€ The tall boy known as Lev asks
You just smile and shake your head
โ€œWhat in the heck are you all doing-โ€ a tall, handsome dark haired boy approaches and halts as his eyes meet yours
You blush a little, smiling at the boy
Kai and Yaku be like ๐Ÿ‘€ ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
So now you have two guys staring at you as well as utter chaos ensuring around
Way to go Yn ๐Ÿ‘ great job ๐Ÿ™„
โ€œUmm hello, Iโ€™m Yn. Iโ€™m sorry for causing all this commotion. Iโ€™m new here and Iโ€™m afraid Iโ€™m lost,โ€ you say
The tall, rooster haired boy ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ณ
โ€œWhat classroom are you looking for Yn?โ€ Kai asks
You tell him as Yaku interrupts
โ€œHey Kurooโ€™s in that class, he can show you the way right captain?โ€ Yaku says smacking Kurooโ€™s back
Kuroo๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘๏ธ umm yeah
โ€œThanks Kuroo, I appreciate it!โ€ You say beaming
Please Yn, he starts blushing so hard ๐Ÿฅน
Yaku and Kai watch as you and Kuroo walk to class
โ€œHeys making a fool of himself,โ€ Kai says
โ€œIsnโ€™t it glorious?โ€ Yaku laughs ๐Ÿ˜‚
From that day forward, it was safe to say our precious captain cat developed a tiny crush on you
Well not really TINY
Manโ€™s fell so hard for you Yn itโ€™s unreal
He loved spending time with you, walking you to class and even eating with you
Subsequently, you became besties with the boys volleyball team
Your proximity to the team came with mixed reviews
Lev was rather annoying per the usual, Kenna acted like he normally did and Yamamoto essentially ceased all functioning when you were around
Honestly what I wouldnโ€™t give to be a flu on that wall ๐Ÿคฃ
You developed a closeness to the boys and soon found yourself in the current situation
โ€œYN you should just be our manager,โ€ Yaku blurted out one day at lunch
Kuroo ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป *literally choking* ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘๏ธ whet-
โ€œI mean, sheโ€™s always hanging around so she should probably make herself useful,โ€ Yaku shrugged
โ€œWow what an enticing invitation,โ€ Kenna said ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™„
โ€œWell I mean, Kuroo basically drools- HEY!โ€ Yaku screeched as Kuroo jabbed him in the stomach
โ€œI do actually know a little about volleyball! I use to be friends with the manager of the volleyball team at my last school!โ€ You smile
โ€œYou mean, we could actually have a girl manager? Yamamoto exclaimed
โ€œItโ€™s up to the captain I think,โ€ Kai said as everyone looked at Kuroo
Kuroo looked over at you as you beamed at him, how could he say no
Heโ€™s literally such a simp for you Yn and this was his chance to keep you close ๐Ÿฅฐ
โ€œWell if you want to Yn-โ€
Before he can even finish, you fling yourself into his arms for a huge hug
Kuroo ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ณ
You ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅน ๐Ÿซ‚
Yaku and Kai ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜
Yamamoto ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป jealous ๐Ÿ˜ 
Kenna ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™„ ๐Ÿ“ฑ
Please YN do less โœ‹๐Ÿป
As it turns out, you becoming Nekomaโ€™s manager was both a good and a bad decision
Because now Kuroo would have to share you with not only his teammates but with the teams they played against
For example, someoneโ€™s always interrupting his nerdy jokes ๐Ÿ˜’
โ€œHey YN, why canโ€™t you trust an atom?โ€ Kuroo asks
โ€œI donโ€™t know why?โ€ You say
โ€œYN EMERGENCY HELP!โ€ Lev screams as he runs in, Yaku hot on his tail
โ€œLEV GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!โ€ Yaku screams as Fukunaga, Yamamoto and Inuoka follow
โ€œWhat happened?โ€ You ask as Kuroo narrows his eyes ๐Ÿ˜‘
โ€œYaku said Lev would never measure up to him and Lev said โ€˜but Yaku Iโ€™m already taller than youโ€™ and Yaku got mad,โ€ Yamamoto said
You ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ really?
โ€œYN stop him from killing me! You need my height!โ€ Lev screeches
โ€œYou suck Lev we can do without you,โ€ Kenma says
We love it here ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
Meanwhile poor Kuroo is just standing there with the punchline to his joke, all deflated ๐Ÿ˜ž
The punchline btw was โ€œbecause they make up everythingโ€ ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
Often times, Kuroo finds himself just watching you
kind of creepy? Yes but stay with me
โ€œWhy donโ€™t you just tell her you like her?โ€ Kai asked
โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talking about?โ€ Kuroo says
โ€œReally? We can all see how bad you have it for Yn, you are horrible at hiding it,โ€ Kenma says walking past
Kuroo ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅฒ
โ€œJust confess to her,โ€ Kai says
โ€œI donโ€™t know how and what if she doesnโ€™t like me back?โ€ Kuroo asks
For real?? Have you seen yourself Kuroo ๐Ÿค”
โ€œThe training camp is coming ip next week, thatโ€™s the perfect time to confess!โ€ Kai shouts
Kuroo thinks about it as he watches you
What does he really have to lose? I mean youโ€™ve always been sweet to him and kind
Surely you like him too right?
Spoiler alert: you do ๐Ÿ˜
Summer camp comes and Kuroo is so nervous
He has it all planned out perfectly
He will tell you how much he likes you and you will reciprocate and you will both live happily ever after ๐Ÿ˜
Too bad that doesnโ€™t happen ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
โ€œYN??? Is that you??โ€ A voice booms from behind Nekoma
Karasuno stands there, their eyes wide as you stare back
โ€œHoly crap! What are you guys doing here?โ€ You yell, running towards them as Kiyoko appears
โ€œYN HOLY CRAP IS THAT YOU?โ€ She screams as you both hug
Nekoma is looking on, so very confused ๐Ÿคจ
โ€œUhhh YN?โ€ Yaku asks
โ€œThese are my old friends! I use to go to Karasuno before I transferred here!โ€ You smile
โ€œYN weโ€™ve missed you! Itโ€™s so good to see you!โ€ Daichi says, hugging you
Oof Kuroo is seeing red right now ๐Ÿ˜ก
โ€œYN are you with Nekoma?โ€ Suga asks as you nod
Kuroo stomps up to you, putting his arm around you as Daichi looks on
Kai, Yaku, Suga and Asahi ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿฟ
โ€œYN is my manager,โ€ Kuroo says oh so confidently
โ€œOur manager, idiot,โ€ Kenma corrects, walking by ๐Ÿ™„
Daichi and Kuroo are in a staring match right now Kenma donโ€™t interrupt!
โ€œCome on YN letโ€™s go,โ€ Kuroo says, pulling you away
โ€œOh ok! Iโ€™ll see you guys later!โ€ You say waving at your former school friends
As training camp progresses, Kuroo finds himself more agitated ๐Ÿ˜ 
Seriously, on top of his team not letting him have a moment with you, now Karasuno is monopolizing your time!
โ€œYN itโ€™s so awesome to see you again!โ€ Asahi says
โ€œI canโ€™t believe youโ€™re working with these city boys now YN!โ€ Tanaka scowls
Please Yn, smack him โœ‹๐Ÿป ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿฆฒ
โ€œWe all know YN really misses us the most,โ€ Daichi adds, smirking at Kuroo
Kuroo ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ”ฅ
โ€œDaichi knock it off-โ€ you start to say, too bad you are interrupted by a certain someone ๐Ÿ‘€
โ€œAs a matter of fact, my dear Daichi, YN is SO much happier at Nekoma. Sheโ€™s way to pretty and perfect to be stuck in some country bumpkin town!โ€ Kuroo shouts
Kai, Yaku, Suga, and Asahi ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ฒ
Kiyoko ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜
You ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅน
โ€œTetsuro you think Iโ€™m pretty?โ€ You say
โ€œAnd perfect Yn donโ€™t forget he said that too,โ€ Yaku adds
Kuroo realizing what he said ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ฐ
โ€œUmmm well yeah I do-โ€ but before he can finish his sentence YN swoops in for a cheek kiss ๐Ÿ˜˜
Kuroo ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฏ YN I LIKE YOU ALOT WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME
Kai and Yaku ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ
Suga and Asahi ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
Kenma ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป ๐Ÿ™„ ๐Ÿ“ฑ
โ€œI like you too Tetsuro and Iโ€™d love to go out with you,โ€ you say as Kuroo practically explodes and grabs you, swinging you around as you laugh
Yaku and Kai are probably whipping tears away ๐Ÿฅฒ
YN you are one luckily lady!
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WHOLE - k. tetsuro
summary: kuroo may be lacking and imperfect in some ways but you are there to make up for him.
pairings: kuroo tetsuro x fem! reader
a/n: this has been seating on my drafts for too long, and you can tell im loosing my brain juices at the ending. :')
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kuroo tetsuro feels whole the day you entered his life. Every moment he gets he captures himself reminiscing the day how you two met. It was rather a sunny sunday and as always he spent his weekends on his grandmas house. last night he had cried himself to sleep; he had once again wondered what he did wrong for his mother to forsake him, he never truly got a proper answer no matter who he asked and he felt like he would never get one. so today, on a sunny sunday he decided to skip homework. it was unlikely of him, and he knew that all too well but something itched in him to go outside and play after that miserable evening, and there he found you. hair tied up in a pretty pony tail, dressed in floral pink dress as you drew random objects on the sidewalk. one particular thing that caught his eye is a black cat. โ€œyou forgot to drew it's whiskers.โ€ he pointed out, he wasn't even aware that he had approach you. โ€œoh,โ€ and oh my god, if he knew that he had fallen inlove with those eyes of yours middle school kuroo wouldve laughed and won't believe a word. โ€œit seems that i have, would you mind drawing it for me?โ€ you offered him a white chalk. โ€œim busy drawing it's food. by the way, his name is mr. catโ€ kuroo raised a brow at that. โ€œmr. cat? how odd.โ€ he could only smile at that thought as he proceeded to draw mr. cat's whiskers. so, on that day onwards kuroo tetsuro looked forward to every weekend. not only has he gained a new friend besides kenma and he had also gained a fellow friend thats actually interested in his volleyball activities. he learned that you had a crazy obsession with cartoons and like to fan girl over them, you adored taylor swift and you do seem to get along with kenma, occasionally playing video games with each other as you teamed up against kuroo and tell him that he sucks. of course he'd get pouty about it so you always promise to play volleyball with him and drag kenma along.
kuroo tetsuro feels whole when you two met again in college, unfortunately your parents had found a new job at a better neighbourhood and decided to move there. forcibly severing your contacts with your friends as you entered high school. he had saw you first in the library, hair tied once again in a high pony tail as you typed something on your laptop, your anti rad glass seating beautifully on the bridge of your nose. he remembers particularly in middle school he had told kenma how he felt about you, how his hands get clammy and a random wave of nervousness rush over him every time he gets to see you and how he feels like he's about to vomit his heart whenever you smile at him and tell him how proud you are of his volleyball accomplishments. kenma told him it was a crush and he immediately denied it. of course, middle schooler kuroo didn't care about any of that so he hadn't thought he'd grew feelings of you unconsciously. he recalls that feeling on a random sunny weekend once more when he was on his first year of high school after his friends asked (specifically yaku) if he ever had a crush. it was only then that the realization dawned on him, he liked you. he liked you and, ohmygod, kenma was right and everything's too late now and there was 1% he could actually meet you again. he remembers correctly that he felt hopeless and how dumb of him to never realized his own feelings for you. of course he mopped over that for a week, i mean sure, maybe you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings too but atleast he could've told you before you left. and he felt so stupid and dumb to deny what kenma told him 3 years ago. So, to meet you again in a random library was something he didn't expect. one thing led to another and he had approached you and thank god, you still remember him. a tiny part of him would've died in embarrassment if you did forget about him. he had guessed that if you didn't, he'd just re-introduce himself to you.
kuroo tetsuro feels whole when you drunkly confessed that you like him. of course, that wasn't his ideal way for confessing but if its you, he'd let it slide.
kuroo tetsuro feels whole when he finally get to feel your lips against his. it felt like home oh-so-warm and tasted like watermelon. he never knew that he'd obsessed over that fruit.
kuroo tetsuro feels whole when he gets home exhausted and youd always be there to engulf him in a hug, whispering โ€œi miss you's and welcome, love.โ€
kuroo tetsuro feels whole when you said yes to him repeatedly on a sunny sunday under a wisteria trea. it was a three letter word but it meant the whole world to him. perhaps it wasn't sunday's that bring him luck but you. because when you had looked him in the eye when you two were seven and offered him a chalk, the day after his parents argued once more over custody, you had saved him. unconsciously.
kuroo tetsuro feels whole as he admires your sleeping face, legs tangled together under the blanket as your warmth engulf him. he can feel you starting to wake up but he can't help but stare at you longer. it was sunday again, and god knows how many times he had already hit snoozed on your alarm just to admire you further. kuroo tetsuro may not be perfect and lacking in some parts but, when he is with you he can feel as if he could conquer the whole world, because you keep him whole and he has zero plans of loosing you again.
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haikyuuwaifu ยท 8 months
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FEEL MY LOVE
Genre: humor, fluff
Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of arson
MASTERLIST
Revenge at its finest
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-Daishou and Akane will both be getting what they deserve. Y/nโ€™s friends are vicious and even though she agrees with the majority, she knows Kuroo just wants to put everything behind him. Atsumuโ€™s first time was terribly embarrassing. The only people who know about it are Atsumu, the person he had sex with, Osamu, Suna becauseย thatโ€™s his man and now Y/n.ย 
-Kuroo has been wanting to take Y/n away since before the Halloween party. With all the dramaย  and dealing with his past, heโ€™s just ready to take a small weekend getaway where he can get it. Kuroo isnโ€™t thinking about his virginity on this trip. Heโ€™s of the belief that if it was meant to happen it would happen naturally. He knows Y/n will take care of him and he knows that it will be special WHEN it happens.ย 
-Kuroo is the sweetest, most selfless boyfriend Y/nโ€™s ever had and sheโ€™s going to suck his dick multiple times over the weekend. Sheโ€™s going to do other things as well (wink, wonk); but she also feels honored that heโ€™s ready to have sex with her. Sheโ€™s not going to pressure him, but you can bet our girl packed her best ;)
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