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#kuroo x gn! reader
satwru · 2 years
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cw size kink, nsfw//
kuroo is big. in every aspect of the word; his hands, his body, his cock, everything. he loves making you feel small around him and pretends it doesn’t turn him on. comparing hand sizes, feeling how small your body is when he hugs you, even little things like picking you up, or when you sit on his lap, he adores it. but still, his favorite is how he can easily toss you over during sex, taking every chance he can to overpower you. how he can lift you up to bounce on his cock standing up, holding your hips to be in control of every thrust. also pinning both of your hands to bed with only one of his to hold you in place, smiling while you struggle to take all of him, and sneakily sliding a hand to your neck to slightly apply pressure. he loves it all a little too much.
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sourstars · 1 year
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yearning man; the cruelest condition | kuroo tetsuro.
giving hallmark with this one; soulmates who don't grow old until meeting?? sob. wrote in the same haze i did when i wrote midoriya’s. soulmate kuroo at his hopeless! if you find any mistakes please let me know!
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He has learned, contrary to the belief of many, that he rather abhors the allure of red, but adores the particular shades of blue that morph from the original; ultramarine, cobalt, electric, sky, baby, periwinkle (which he believes should be considered more of a purple and probably is)—but his favorite for the last seventy years has been robin-egg blue.
He belives that in the time of looking for ‘the one’, he has discovered instead what makes life bearable. He likes his coffee black but with two sugars, sometimes three if he’s feeling risky, tea with sometimes too much honey, four pillows in bed so he has two to cuddle. He likes dogs, not as well as cats but has a certain endearment for his neighbor’s cocker spaniel, who seems to enjoy laying across his feet in protest whenever he visits, refusing to let him leave. He likes the routine of visiting the shops that open and close; the bookstore that burnt down and was rebuilt in defiance, the bar with the bartender who tells him really good jokes, the fabric store that trades gossip as well as wares. A maximalist to his core, but in seventy years, at least things would be there if someone wanted a list; what have you found, if not the other half of your soul?
(Not enough.)
(“I feel I could eat endlessly and still be starving.” He says, and Kenma waits for the punchline. “Because I feel what would nourish me is what has not found me.”
“I suggest you start writing poetry. You would be a hit with goths.” But his best friend would know him in every variation; he is a painting stripped of cover, in every medium. “You’re talking about your soulmate again.”
“Yes. There’s no comparison. None.”
“Giving up already?” Kenma smiles at that, laughs hard enough that his eyes squint and says; “And here I thought you’d strip the world to bone.”)
In truth, it is not for the lack of trying. He has spent every penny of his fortune and created another just to look into every face, buy every ticket, spend every hour creating a map of where you could be—he has been to every continent, every state, he’s sure nearly every city but another may always rise out a former’s grave. For a year he gave up searching, but a year turned into two and two into five and then Kenma sent him a picture of a stranger, who walked with a grace so familiar to him that he imagined he had lost control of his jaw.
And he imagines it must’ve been a fluke—that some things aren’t tethered to others the way people entertain, but then Hinata sends a photo, and then the Miyas, and the Tanakas, even the Haibas after. Everywhere he’s went, everywhere he’s not, you are there, dressed in his heartstrings. Perhaps this is his eternal punishment; knowing you want something so badly and never being close enough to grasp it.
(It is so strange, he thinks one night, to feel like the compass needle without direction. North, he knows, but the star is missing and he has been painting directions on kites, tacking fliers to all of the telescopes, hoping it will see.)
“It’s a little creepy to take pictures of strangers without them knowing. I’m pretty sure it’s also illegal.” Kuroo pinches a strawberry between his fingers, biting into it to the stem, letting sweetness coat his tongue. The longer he chews, he can feel the bitterness that will dry the throat. “I still think it’s just a coincidence. It won’t be just anyone, I’m sure I’ll know it when I see them.”
“Say it again and maybe you’ll convince yourself this time.” He can practically hear Tsukishima’s eye roll. “They’re definitely looking for someone. Hinata said they came into the bookshop just after you did and took a walk around the store but didn’t buy anything. I think you just have a broken radar,"
Kuroo’s mouth twists. “Are you sure it’s not just a shoplifter? Or just a coincidence? Hinata wouldn’t be able to see a criminal if they stood in front of him wearing handcuffs.” He pauses, mulling over his thoughts, listening to the thunder of rain outside of his window. “…That makes me sound like a dick—but the point is that I find it a little hard to believe it all comes together now.”
“You are a dick, but consider the idea the universe isn’t a total idiot. I’ve been trying to avoid my ‘other half’ for a month now and every time I think I’ve done it—wham! There they are, staring me in the face,"
“You ever hear about magnets?”
“Stop.”
“That’s literally what it is. You hate each other and can’t stop finding ways to eat each other’s faces? Magn—”
“Tetsuro. Kuroo. You need to go outside—you need to go outside right now. I’m looking out of my window, I think I just saw—”
“Please don’t tell me—”
“—them. Turning the corner of Third. They’re holding… two coffee cups?” Tsukishima falls quieter then, voice tough as steel. “My advice; stop being a coward. If it’s wrong, it’s wrong but at least you’d know. Life goes on. Go.”
He has the best and worst of friends. “Fuck. I hate you. Getting my shoes.”
(It has taken so much to get here. He hopes in the mail room of destinies, he is a package only slightly dinged, hopes he is something someone is expecting and still excited for.)
He’s forgotten his umbrella and his hair sticks flat to his head when he arrives, inky blackness falling in front of his eyes, but his feet continue to slam against cement, his phone bounces in his pocket, his heart skitters across his ribs. The drizzle turns to downpour, downpour to drizzle. It seems even Mother Nature has a heart unwilling to live so softly.
Each step, Kuroo thinks; life is like a box of chocolates; something is always missing and every version of the map leads you opposite of where you want to go. He thinks; regardless of anyone’s age, they will never know anything, or everything. They will always be surprised.
When he sees you in person, he almost trips; like a child that learns to walk, he has misplaced the knowledge. The air escapes his lungs, the words he’d muttered under his breath have forgotten his name; he believes now, his senses have moved out and are backed up on the rent.
You catch his eye when he turns the corner, waving with one to-go cup, and time begins again. “Hello.”
Kuroo stares into your face, mouth parted, raindrops sliding past his eyes, down his cheeks. He is speechless—this is what love must be, to be both lighthouse and ship wanting to dock and never knowing when you’ll find a harbor.
He thinks; he is too old to have lovesickness such as this. He thinks; he is too young to know the type of wanting that craters into his soul like this. He thinks; that is okay, he has the rest of his life to love and hate figuring it out. He is right.
“It’s too late now,” he says. He wrings his hands in front of him, feels the need to tap his shoe. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”
You smile and he swears he hears music. “About time, second place.” He believes if the word sublime had a name, it would be yours. You are paradise sent, a catastrophically perfect being. A hurricane where he is perpetually in the eye. “I’ve been looking for you.”
(It cannot possibly be this easy.)
Kuroo hears the sidewalk traffic as people walk around you both, feels the cutting breeze, the firmness of the earth. It helps him breathe and yet scares him so. Life has a way of being unbearably real. “So I hear. You like blue?”
“Only this kind.”
“Interesting.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “I think I was made for you,” He feels he might hiccup up his heart. “I think we shared a star, once.”
Electricity, sunlight, supernovas, comets—none as bright as the sight of your half-lidded, knowing eyes, the unrestrained curl of your lips. He thinks that if he were to knit your hands, your thumb would brush the beauty marks on the side of his finger, over his knuckles, your wrists would kiss, the spaces of his body would fit yours.
It is quite impossible, he would’ve said, but he is a believer, now, of all things unblemished, all things unexplainable. He feels you could brush his soul with the pad of your finger and it would bring him to his knees.
(But maybe it is.)
The cups are placed into his hands, the smell of peppermint and vanilla, wafting. Your fingertips are hot, palms warm as they are softly pressed into his cheeks. You’re a breaths-width away, voice is twisted into song, and he bets the world has fallen from his feet.
“Finally.”
(He is hopelessly, endlessly, terribly devoured by the loveliness. It has been a vacation where he has painstakingly, wonderfully arrived home. He has never been this peaceful. Here’s the north star, he thinks, I was looking for it, and it was looking for me.
He will never love another color like this one again.)
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luvring · 3 months
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WEIGHTED 'BLANKET'
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kuroo x gn!reader | 400ish words ^^
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“can you lie on top of me?”
kuroo freezes in front of his closet, newly folded sweater in hand as he turns to you. “can i—why?”
“i wanna see what it’s like to have a weighted blanket.”
“i don’t think i’m the width of a whole blanket?”
“but you’re a weight.”
he scoffs with a smile, but relents and puts his sweater down before walking over. “alright, weirdo.”
you shoot him a grin as he crawls onto the bed and over you. the metal of his necklace glints above your face, swinging as he hesitates. “c’mon tetsu.”
“okay, okay,” he huffs and slowly lowers himself, careful not to hurt you. but that isn’t really the point of what you asked. you frown. “you’re hovering.”
he juts his bottom lip in response. “i don’t want to rest my entire weight on you.”
“you’re defeating the purpose of my experiment!”
“well maybe you shouldn’t experiment with me,” he points out with a poke to your cheek.
“what else am i going to experiment with?”
“i dunno, the laundry over there? i could pile it on top of you?”
“then it’ll get all wrinkled. and you’re literally here already, just lie on me.”
tetsuro sighs once more. “okay, fine.”
still slowly, he lets himself rest on top of you as best he can without any jabbing elbows, or limbs in odd positions. the scent of his cologne surrounds you along with the warmth of his body and the cool silver necklace once again, only this time lying near your collarbone.
letting out a deep breath, you wrap your arms around him, almost forgetting why you asked him to do this in the first place.
despite his earlier attitude, tetsuro nestles his face into your neck and smiles. “so?”
“we should get a weighted blanket.”
“what? you don’t like me lying on top of you? i’m not good enough?” he jokes.
“woah, reminder that you were the one who didn’t like lying on top of me,”—you poke his side—“but this is basically just...a hug. plus a weighted blanket can lie on both of us simultaneously, y’know.”
his hum is clear in your ear. “fair enough. so does that mean i can go back to my laundry now, or do you need your pseudo-blanket a little longer?”
both of you look over to see his pile of clothes ready to be put away, the sweater he was previously holding on top. your grip tightens, and his hands come up to hold you. smiling, you murmur, “maybe for a few more minutes.”
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scratches head and wonders if 400 word drabbles need a title < girl with like 4 more in the works. well. i'll do it anyway.
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emmyrosee · 2 months
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I found out akaashi calls Kuroo ‘Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-San’, so here you all go
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“No, truly.”
“Like, he’s so cocky, for what?”
“Literally!”
“And don’t even get me started on his hair today; like good lord, did he look in a mirror?”
From around the corner, Kuroo and Bokuto listen intently, one with a small smirk, the other with worry in his eyes. You and Akaashi had been talking in between practices for the past three days, for hours on end, and it was about time the two captains called you out on it.
What they didn’t take into account, was the one and only, calm, collected Akaashi Keiji to be such a gossip.
Even Kuroo’s got to admit, it’s kinda hot to hear his insignificant other and Bokuto’s wrangler talk shit.
“Do you think they’re talking about me?” Bokuto asks, and Kuroo shakes his head in mischief.
“No, they’re talking about me, Bokuto.”
“How can you tell?”
“They’d never talk bad about you- one, they adore you, and two, Akaashi knows better than to risk putting you in a mood-“
Interrupting Kuroo’s countdown, there’s a groan from the other side of the wall, followed by an akaashi chuckle, “hey- he’s your man.”
Kuroo smirks, “number three.”
Bokuto’s worried expression turns to one of amusement, “ohhhh, you have ugly hair!” He cackles, pointing at Kuroo. Behind the corner, the two of you go quiet, and Bokuto covers his mouth. “Well good luck, Kuroo!”
“Thanks, Bokuto,” he chuckles, stretching before making his way around the corner to face you both. “Heyyy,” Kuroo sings as he walks towards you. He lowers his eyes as you shift in shock, and Akaashi merely looks up at him in challenge. “I was wondering where you two disappeared to.”
“Same place we always do,” Akaashi says flatly, taking a sip of his water. “I’m glad you’re able to use your cognitive thinking skills to find us.”
He gives Akaashi a fake, dramatic smile, before letting his body language drop back to casual. He casts you a look, “hey babe.”
“Hey love,” you mewl, resting your head against his thigh cutely, and he knows you know he heard you and Akaashi not thirty seconds ago. He smiles and gently uses a large hand to cup the back of your head, thumb gently stroking your temple.
“Whatcha talking about?” Tetsuro chirps, smiling fakely. “Got all nice and quiet when I came around the corner.”
Akaashi rolls his eyes, “talking about them potentially becoming a manager for your team. Why’re you acting weird?”
Tetsuro lets out a loud “ahh,” in understanding. “Was that before you asked if I looked into a mirror today?”
Akaashi smirks, “before, of course.”
“Right, obviously.”
You blink at him in mercy, “we were just kidding…”
“Oh, I’m sure,” tetsuro says, pinching his brows as he nods in understanding. Then, he hunches over to be closer to you, face to face.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you pay.”
You scream as he scoops you in his bulky arms and tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your flailing limbs and laughter. “You, I’ll deal with later,” he says, locking eyes with Akaashi.
Who only gives him a smirk to rile him further, “in your dreams, Kuroo-San.”
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shoulmate · 7 months
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"Hey, I'm out of water," Kuroo says leaning over the cubicle wall. He flicks his annoyingly flirtatious brow and you ignore it. "Can I have some of yours?"
Knowing he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, something like 'ew no!' or 'just go refill your waterbottle, gross-o', you don't look up from your screen when you answer. "Yeah, of course."
He deviously grins spurred on by your disinterest and reaches over to grab your tumbler.
You resist the urge to smile as he, with the utmost confidence, puts his lips right over the spot where yours go and dramatically tilts up to put his throat flirtatiously on display for you but all sex appeal is lost
when he gags.
His adam's apple bobs, throat convulsing as he quickly pulls the tumbler away trying not to spill on his dress shirt or tie.
"Huuagcck--oh gohhd-What--what the--" he splutters, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "This is coffee!"
"I know," you reply with a wry smile looking at him for the first time.
He gives you a playfully exasperated look. "Okay, aside from the fact that I nearly just died from surprise, it is 3:30pm!" He gestures to your cup still in his hands. "Why are you still drinking coffee at this hour?"
You shrug, innocently smiling. "I wanted to."
He shakes his head, half-disbelieving half-entertained. "I would lecture you on how unhealthy this is but I know you won't listen."
"Smart man," you praise in a low voice. His blush is rewarding but when you reach for your tumbler he pulls away, cheekily rebuking you for getting to him. "Kuroo."
"I believe I asked for water," he replies, his sultry tone undercut by his pink cheeks.
You roll your eyes and sit down pulling a water bottle from your bag. He trades and sniffs, not trusting to taste the contents of the insulated bottle without investigation.
He doesn't put himself on display this time when he drinks and you take the opportunity to watch his throat bob knowing he's distracted.
There's a drop of water that pools at the corner of his lips and slips down tracing the unfairly attractive angles.
You flick your eyes back to your screen the moment before he finishes. "Better?"
"Much." He lets out a relieved sigh and offers your bottle back. "Thanks for that."
"Anytime," you reply, making sure to brush his fingers when you take it. "Always happy to quench your thirst."
The two of you stare at each other for a moment, heat rising to both of your cheeks
before you burst out laughing together.
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kairismess · 5 months
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:・.☽˚。・゚ their ideal dates . . . (part 2)
featuring: bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, and tooru oikawa
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🏐 genre: fluff !
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⺌✧❀ bokuto kotaro
🦉 his ideal date: laying down on your lap.
bokuto loves being around you so often, he finds so much comfort in you that merely being around you is the best way for him to cool down and relax after an exhilarating match. you are bokuto's refuge from all the chaos and fast pace of the day... which he causes most of the time. he wishes he could stay in your embrace forever, nothing would make him happier than just being close to you, in your arms, all the time.
bokuto is a little bit of a spoiled brat around you whenever you indulge him in the hugs and cuddles he longs for, but laying down on your lap to take a break after practice is his favorite thing to do. can he help it if your thighs are so pillowy and all he wants to do apart from bite and squeeze them is to lie down on them and stare up at you, smiling like a dork and begging you to kiss him, over and over until he's drowning in your love?
⺌✧❀ tetsuro kuroo
🐈 his ideal date: tutoring you.
kuroo is a really nerdy guy, but he keeps it on the down low most of the time. he loves participating in class and reviewing his lessons when he's got nothing else to do in between periods–it's kind of strange to you, since your image of this boy before you met him was way different than the cute nerd you're dating now.
kuroo is head over heels in love with you, so much so that he jokes about doing your homework so you have no excuse not to spend the rest of the day with him–and he kind of means it, because he's that crazy for you. kuroo can never say no to helping you, he loves it whenever you come to him for homework help. and in his honest opinion... he wishes you'd come to him every time you needed help, he's more than willing to help you, and he really wants to help you pass and get grades you'd be really proud of. your success is his success, too–and as long as you need him, he'll be there; just say the word, and he'll be there.
⺌✧❀ tooru oikawa
🍞 his ideal date: sharing milkbread with you.
oikawa is volleyball obsessed... but he loves another thing, milkbread; and he ultimately loves you. his ideal date is sitting down with you, maybe during lunch break, and sharing with you pieces of his favorite brand of milkbread. he does admit (to himself) that he wishes he knew how to make it, not just for himself, but rather... kind of to impress you, just a little bit.
he knows he has kind of an ego and is put on a higher pedestal compared to others–he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, due to the pressures that kind of image has on him–but when he's with you, he doesn't feel like he has to act around you; he can be himself, a person, when with you. talking about your feelings with him and vice-versa over a good few slices of delicious milkbread is the perfect way for you both to release your pent-up feelings after a long day.
sharing milkbread with you and feeding you–sometimes teasing you and eating up the portion he was going to put in your mouth–are just some of oikawa's favorite things to do with you. he loves pissing you off, but he loves making you smile even more. to see you smile all happily after he feeds you and calls you cute when your cheeks look full and you look all happy munching the pastry down... it makes his heart flutter, just a tiny bit. maybe he'll make some next time, it'd definitely be your favorite milkbread from then on if he doesn't burn it, that is.
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dvlboy · 6 months
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headphones
in which pornstar kuroo accidentally walks in on his shy roommate jerking off and can't seem to look away.
MDNI-- TOP MALE READER! WARNING BELOW CUT
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WARNINGS: for kinktober- masturbation, fleshlights, technically noncon watching, shy reader etc
at first he only meant to take a slight peek into your room. the door was slightly open, and he has never had the opportunity to see it before.
the two of you were roommates, but it seemed like he was living by himself most times. he has only fully seen you a few times, and interacted with you even less. tall, handsome, buff, and shy. painfully shy. even now, only the patters of footsteps or the quiet whirrs of the coffee machine were the usual reminders that he lived with someone. but the few times he did see you, or even have a conversation with him, was enough to have him both perplexed and interested in you. all he knew about you was that you were a year younger then him, and liked to fade into the background. his status as a star was something he never mentioned to you, but it wasn't like he ever had a chance when you were just so shy to him.
so he couldn't help himself when his nosiness got the best of him-- and if he was caught by you then he could just use the excuse of wanting to close the door.
so his eyes almost bugged out of his head when he peeked into your door.
you were nude, body spread open to face him as you sat in the corner of your bed, hand on the base of your cock while the other was gripping a clear toy, guiding it up and down your cock. squelching noises came from the clear, bumpy silicone while your cock bulged the sides and the top of it.
a pair of headphones cuffed around your ears, muffling the creaking of the door while kuroo opened it just a bit wider, hands trembling as he stared at your form. there was a video of a figure in the video, and if he could squint just enough he could recognize the video itself, the realization making his blood rush low..
it was him, he could recognize the familiar background of the washroom you shared, and the familiar toy that was buried deep inside of him in that video. he could practically remember the day he filmed this. it was when he caught you as you were leaving the door and got you to meet him in a cafe to be able to get to know eachother better. he couldn't focus at all the entire time, slowly getting more and more turned on by being around you. your phone was playing his videos, and your phone laid on your tense thigh, the muscle on your thighs shown clearly while you focused on pleasuring yourself.
in all honesty, it was a guilty pleasure. you were well aware of kuroos profession shortly after you moved in with him, and you did want to talk to him and all, but everytime you gather the courage to try he always looks at you with those eyes, and that face. and you know you really shouldn't be looking at his videos, but its the closest you'll probably get to actually interacting with him. its almost pathetic how your confidence disappears the minute that he looks at you.
so as a result of your actions, you'll have to imagine that its your cock splitting open his hole instead of that flesh coloured toy. your hands tightened around the base of your cock and the toy while you frantically pushed your cock into the stretched open silicone, feeling the lube you put in leak out of the toy down to the base of your cock. you could figure out how to talk to the male another time, and might as well enjoy your pleasures.
the black haired male stared at you silently, eyes focusing in on your adams apple and how it bobbed while you panted out, or how your knuckles turned white from how tightly you gripped the fleshlight, or how it looked like the fleshlight was about to rip from how your dick pushed it open. his hands wandered to his pajama pants, his hands roaming down to play with his cock while you enjoyed yourself. he wondered what it would be like to be between those legs, hands on your muscular thighs while he stroked the cock that swung between those thighs. would you grab his head and force him to suck it? maybe you would rub the tip of your cock on his lips until he opened up? perhaps you would be too shy to make him do anything and let him play with your body.
he could imagine it now, how your muscles would feel under his touch, or how your hands would feel snugly wrapped around his throat, squeezing the sides while he wheezed and moaned around your body. he could practically feel how his teeth would scrape down your adams apple, or how your skin would look after he scratches it up.
perhaps you'd even film a video with him, maybe a movie. you could be his dirty little (big) secret if you wanted, and he's absolutely positive that you'd be a bigger and better fuck then his toy. regardless, the way that you fucked into that toy had him positively curious, and he couldn't take his eyes off of you.
"ah, fuck, kuroo.." your hoarse voice was quiet, and clearly laced with pleasure. your eyebrows creased in focus while your eyes drew focus onto the screen. your face was getting sweaty and and you were solely focused on pleasuring yourself to a fantasy that was just out of reach. beads of sweat dripped down your forehead and the sides of your face. you were blissfully unaware to the male just outside your door, frantically stroking his cock, staring at the way your muscles bulged and how your cock molded the toy to submit to it.
"that's fucking right, take it all.." in the video, kuroo was faced in front of the camera, eyes rolled to the back of his head and his legs spread wide for the camera. he pulled the toy out of his gaping ass, lube pouring from the slick hole to show off his ruined hole to the camera before he positioned the dildo to his hole, head shooting back when he finally got to the hilt. you could see how his legs trembled and how he had to grasp his mouth to conceal his moans, feeling your body shiver at the video. in reality he had to cover his mouth because he didn't want to wake you up.
kuroo could feel the familiar sensation of him reaching his climax, but he had to bite back a moan and prevent himself from doing so. he wanted to see you cum. you didn't seem too far off though.
you had to switch hands from the soreness of jerking off with one hand but he could tell that you were getting close. your toes were starting to curl and you were beginning to get feverish in your movements, hips thrusting and shifting in place on your now sweaty bed. the toy itself was starting to wear down, splitting on the sides. the only thing on your mind was breeding, and the only thing on your lips were little curses and small mumbles. you seemed relaxed yet tensed, and dopey but focused. your eyes seemed dazed in pleasure. you licked your tongue in concentration, a grunt forced out of your lips when you chased your orgasm.
kuroo didn't last nearly as long, hands gripping the doorknob while he unloaded all over his hand. he could see you groan and grunt, now using both hands to grab the fleshlight and force it down your cock. a snarl left your lips and kuroo could see your balls tense. he watched with baited breath as the those strong hands forced the ripping toy down one last time, a stern grunt leaving your lips. the toy ripped from where you forced it down, and the head of your cock popped through, followed by the girth just in time to spurt cum all over your sweaty body. it ran down the ridges of your abs and down your balls, soaking into the sheets. your weight laid on the bed as you caught your breathe, an annoyed noise leaving your mouth at breaking yet another toy. it was only until a few quiet creeks of the floorboards caught your attention.
a moment of panic entered your minds-- you didn't want him to see you in this state! yet there was no black haired males in sight, only the sight of an empty hallway and a singular squirt of a milky liquid.
kuroo was in his room, eyes wide and blush heavy. he had practice first thing in the morning tomorrow, yet all that was on his mind was the video he was going to film today, with a newfound inspiration.
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attsumu · 1 year
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ᥫ᭡ HOMESICK
Summary: In which Tetsurō Kuroo is deprived from his lover and is suffering the effects of being away from you.
Kuroo + GN! Reader / fluff
Tetsurō Kuroo, normally energetic and loud was rather the opposite. He was irritable, quiet, and kept to himself for most of the day. Those who don’t know him that well would assume that he woke up on the wrong side of the bed which is far from the truth. However, Kenma knows that he’s not deprived of sleep but deprived of his lover instead.
It’s been three weeks.
The trip was only supposed to be for a week but delays kept occurring, thinning out his patience.
Three weeks since Kenma and him had to leave Japan for a business trip and he can’t find himself enjoying the views in a different country when you’re not by his side. Especially when the two of you talked about going on a vacation, just the two of you, alone. The thought of it makes Kuroo sigh, staring out the balcony as Kenma rolled his eyes once more.
Of course Kuroo would call you almost everyday, but he can’t help but feel tenser without holding you in some way. He felt as if his social battery died and being in the comfort of your arms would make him feel alright again. He feels out of it, but for the sake of his company and job he hides it pretty well.
However, when he returns back to the hotel he and Kenma rest aside in, he melts into the bed holding a pillow. Kenma found it astonishing that you had an effect on him like that, so he took pictures to send to you and make fun of him later.
When it was finally time to return home he was ecstatic. He couldn’t shut up about you to Kuroo when they were on their way home, fiddling with his fingers as he went on and on about you which was something he tenses to do when he was really passionate about something, in this case someone.
“I feel so nervous to see them Kenma, it feels like I have a crush on them all over again”
or “I can’t wait to see Y/n again, do you think they’ll like these souvenirs I got them?”
along with the lines of “Kenma? (country name) would be a good place for honeymoon right?”
What Kuroo didn’t expect was that you were waiting for him at the airport. He expected you to be at home, but the minute he got off the plane his eyes landed on you, the one person who stands out to him the most. A smile immediately breaks out as he jogs towards you.
“Oh god I missed you so much baby,” Kuroo said, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his head in your neck, planting kisses all over your neck before trailing to your lips.
“I know you do Tetsu, Kenma sent me pictures,” you laughed, earning a glare from Kuroo who’s face quickly melted into the palm of your hands as you kissed him softly.
“But for the record, I missed you too” you smiled, which caused Kuroo’s heartbeat to fasten.
Growing up, Kuroo always thought home was just a place but you made him realize it could also be a person. You are his home, someone he misses no matter how far he goes which makes coming back to you twice as sweet.
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epilary · 1 month
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valentine's day with the haikyuu characters | headcanons
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masterlist | requests are open
atsumu miya
- he's obsessed with v day - like i mean bouquets, chocolates, date night - can't help but buy you anything you want - he doesn't like to come on too strong your first year - but by the second?? - atsumu is making an indoor picnic and homemaking ice cream
osamu miya
- cooking - he's cooking like all day - takes the day off of work and makes your favorite things - he buys a single rose for every year you've been together - tries to incorporate rose into the dessert - pink dusting of it's a cake or tiramisu - a cursive 'i love you' on it
oikawa tooru
- he'd for sure take you out somewhere nice - probably in a sunglasses and hat so no one recognizes him - he'd bring your favorite flower - order whatever you'd want - then take a walk in a park - oikawa will also be holding your hand any chance he gets - lots of kissing on the cheek too
kuroo tetsurō
- kuroo is elaborate as hell - like rube goldberg type of thing - strings on the door handle as you enter which send rose petals falling to the ground - a pie with a pi symbol on top - despite what others may think he's a great baker - it's as much a science as an art - and he bought balloons galore
suna rintarō
- he’s very (outwardly) chill about it - probably a glass of wine and take out waiting for you - the lights would be out besides a few candles - suna would play on his phone while you would read - legs across his thighs - ‘you’re the greatest thing that happened to me’ [suna]
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treufurz · 10 months
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first hug with the nekoma members
I happened to do some research and apparently it’s considered rude in Japan to hug people :’) and it’s something usually only couples do, so why not write some first hug prompts with my fav team, yay! i always see first kiss but my touch starved ass believes in hug supremacy 
type: fluff, gn!reader (implied female at yamamotos) x nekoma boys (unfortunately no teshiro)
warnings: none! maybe yamamoto being silly 🤗 also lowercase intended, not proof read so sorry for any typos !! 
summary: you hugging your friend (who happens to have a crush on you) for the first time!
#1 TETSURŌ KUROO
when you approached the captain after practice, he wasn’t surprised. you guys would often walk to the train station together with kenma, so he assumed this was the case. “hey! finished everything up already?” you chirped, arriving in front of him and smiling. he nodded, gesturing at his bag and humming. “kenma’s still getting changed.” taking the chance of him extending his arm, you slipped below and pressed your body against his chest. he froze up for a second, about to hug you back until you had already slipped away from his touch. he beat himself up about it later </3
#2 NOBUYUKI KAI
“need some help?” his voice echoed in your ears and you spun around in surprise. “ah, kai! good morning! yes, i’d appreciate that.” you had been trying to build up the net for practice and kai had luckily arrived shortly after you. he fixed your mistake with ease, finishing it up faster than you expected. “all done.” he spoke, giving you a thumbs up. you hesitated, but gave him a quick hug that was extended by kai tightning his grip around you and patting your back a few times, before finally releasing you. in the end, you were more flustered about it than him.
#3 MORISUKE YAKU
“y’know, yaku, i think you’re a bit harsh on lev sometimes.” you spoke, facing the 3rd year. he stayed silent for a second, before speaking. “he deserves it.” before he was able to move on, you continued. “i don’t think you’re that short though, yakkun. it’s great for hugging!” a light red hue spread along his cheeks, him turning away from you. that was, until he felt your arms wrap around his body and he completely froze up, somehow being able to reciprocate your touch. “see?” 
#4 TAKETORA YAMAMOTO
it’s no secret that yamamoto was scared to talk to girls, but you wanted to change that. when you found out why he was avoiding you, you did your best on befriending him and somehow managed to do it after two weeks of being the manager. yamamoto had insisted on walking you home, so you complied after his constant begging all day. arriving in front of your home, he bowed before you and wished you a good night. he started walking off until you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your embrace. let’s just say, you broke him.
#5 KENMA KOZUME
with kenma, the hug was out of nowhere. the boys had just returned from their run (even though it was very cold outside) and most of them were warmed up, except for one certain member. he was pathetically standing next to kuroo, shaking like a madman, and you shook your head at his carelessness. you approached him, looking at him one last time before pressing your body against his in an attempt to warm him up. his cheeks heated up, but he didn’t really know what to do so he simply wrapped his free arm around you lazily, enjoying the heat. the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous.
#6 SHŌHEI FUKUNAGA
when you saw shōhei getting the balls with inuoka, you just got hit with the urge randomly. he was there and you were cold, so why not? you got up from the bench, putting your notebook and pencil down and jogged over to him. he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to say something until you opened your arms and looked at him expectantly. he tried to understand what you were doing, inuoka having to come for help and pushed him forward slightly. finally getting at your idea, he shyly complied and wrapped his arms around you. when you parted, he was as red as a tomato.
#7 SŌ INUOKA
in this case, inuoka was actually the one who initiated the hug. while on a walk, he saw a couple hugging and his mind immediatly wandered to you, happy with the idea he just got. once he entered the gym building after changing into his correct attire, his eyes landed on you and he jogged over to your side, grinning at you. “ah, good morning sō! do you need something?” you smiled up at him. he nodded. “can i hug you?” he asked, you blushing a little bit at his direct behavior. “oh! sure!” you agreed, standing up and extending your arms for him. he squeezed you against him tightly, you laughing a bit at his intensity. he hugged you more often after that :)
#11 LEV HAIBA
like inuoka, he was the one that initiated the hug. since one of his parents was european, hugging was normal in his family and he just wanted to do it one day when he saw you all cuddled up in a jacket you borrowed from a friend. he thought you looked cute, so he went up to you and engulfed your body in his arms. “oi- lev?!” you exclaimed, surprised at his gesture. nonetheless he didn’t let go, and waited until you hugged him back to release his grip. 
#12 YŪKI SHIBAYAMA
“yūki, could you help me with this?” you called out, showing him a riddle on your phone. he nodded, sitting down next to you and explaining it to you, waiting until you finally understood. in that moment you were just grateful for his help, and didn’t hesitate from getting up and hugging him quickly. personally he thought it was too short, ignoring the small blush on his face at the sudden body contact. he definitely gave you multiple hints of wanting another hug after that.
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reverie-starlight · 4 months
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{PILLOWS- kuroo t.}
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BIRTHDAY BOY!!!! LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!
here’s some silly kuroo fluff for you. originally I had another idea for his bday fic, but I decided on this instead. it's not bday specific, though, sorry :(
gn!reader, no physical descriptions. all fluff, this is sickeningly sweet actually. lowercase intentional. cuteness aggression but not really, reader has trouble asking for things. I make use of one (1) recognizable joke and you're not allowed to say anything about it. it's good dialogue and he's a dork, you can't tell me he wouldn't do this.
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“I want to throw a pillow at you.”
kuroo turned around from where he was sitting at his desk and slow blinked at you. “I’m sorry, you what?”
you giggled at the silly, incredulous expression on his face from your own spot on the couch in his apartment and tried to quell the ever-growing feeling of affection for him in your stomach.
“you heard me.”
he gave a dramatic sigh and threw his head back before standing up and walking over to you. he made a big show of taking the decorative pillows from the couch (ones that you had insisted he should get a month ago when you were walking past the home section in that one department store despite not even living together) and dropping them on the ground.
“may I ask why you’d like to attack your precious, doting, loving boyfriend?” he questioned as he crawled on top of you and nuzzled his face into your chest.
your hands immediately got to work running through his messy black hair. “because I love you.”
you said it so simply that for a moment he almost accepted it without question. almost. “…explain?”
it was silent in his tokyo apartment for a few moments and he tilted his head up to look at you. what surprised him wasn’t the lack of response, but rather the look on your face. it was almost as though you were struggling to find the right words.
that was fine. he could see you needed a little push, so he handed you a pillow and smiled when you gently bonked him on the forehead with it. nothing harder than that with how close in proximity you two were to each other. you dropped the pillow back down after that.
he gave you the time you needed and rested his head back on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
finally there was an inhale and your sweet voice reached his ears once more. “sometimes I just get... overwhelmed with affection for you. it bubbles up and I don’t know any other way to get it out besides annoying you and getting playful.”
he holds himself up on his forearms and looks down at you- wholly amused, if his stupid smirk was anything to go by. “so, cuteness aggression, but like, affectionate aggression instead? does that technically count as the same thing?”
you nod and wrap your arms around his neck. “yeah. throwing a pillow at you feels like I’m knocking all my love and support into you.”
he snorts and presses kisses to your cheek. “that's adorable. you can just ask me for affection if you want it, baby.”
you pout, and he knows exactly what’s about to come out of your mouth. “you know I’m not good at asking.”
and he did know. throughout your relationship, he had realized that you’re not good at asking for the things you want- no, need. affection always seemed to be on his terms. you would only ever offer it if he had already made a move, and you always returned it equally. that was fine with him, of course, and you had gotten better about it in the past year you'd been together, but you still struggled a bit.
he knew you were trying, though (even this conversation was a step forward for you), and that was all that mattered to him. until you got fully comfortable with it, he was more than capable of reading your mood and knowing your tells.
he pressed a couple more kisses to your face, which showed clear signs that you were enjoying the contact, and smiled. “I know, baby.”
it was quiet for a few more moments before you felt him smile into your skin. his shoulders shook and his voice sounded strained. "hey, maybe 'I want to throw a pillow at you' will be our 'always'."
he peeked out from your neck sporting a grin to see the glorious sight of you staring up at the ceiling and struggling to not laugh. "I take it back, I actually want to throw things at you because I hate you."
he cackled and you let loose a few small laughs of your own, reaching a hand down to arm yourself with the pillow from earlier. before he could realize what you were doing, you smacked the pillow against his back a few times and his head shot up. he was back to hovering above you in an instant with a dark, mischievous look in his eye.
"you are really not in a position to be doing that sweetheart," he shifted his weight to one arm so that one of his hands could freely move down to dig into your side. "especially after what you just told me."
you squirmed and struggled, whining out apologies you both knew were meaningless, before you somehow managed to grab hold of his wrist and throw him off balance. you made your escape (not before attacking him with another round of soft smacks from the pillow to hopefully keep him down) and he gave you five seconds before he was darting after you.
it didn't take long for him to catch up at all.
"what's the matter, baby?" he taunted, scooping you up and carrying you to the bed, chuckling along with you as he tried and failed to keep up his menacing act. he threw you on the bed and dug his fingers back into your sides. you shrieked and tried to grab at anything you could reach to defend yourself.
"you said you were feeling affectionate, right? I'm just trying to return that tenfold. that's what you wanted wasn't it?" he laughed and dodged your attempts to fend him off. "that's why you kept hitting me with those pillows? because you're just soooo full of love for me?"
eventually he ended his attack and admired the giggly mess you had become. he shook his head fondly and laid down next to you. "you're adorable. even if you need to throw things at me to let me know you want some attention."
you rolled onto you side so that you were nose to nose and smiled brightly at him. "I love you."
his eyes softened and he ran his knuckles over your soft cheek. "I love you too. and..." then they grew mischievous again and you felt a pillow hit your back this time.
"...I kind of want to throw a pillow at you, too, baby."
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if the ending feels rushed, it's cause I had two midterms this week and I'm drainedddd. but I just had to get something out for the loml. this makes up for me choosing to do an osamu bday fic over an atsumu one this year, right? I still feel guilty for that :') hope you enjoyed <33
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himbofan · 2 years
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haikyuu boys reacting to you hugging them for the first time
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everyone likes to talk about first kisses, but i think first hugs are just as heartwarming. feeling the way the other persons body fits around yours and taking in their smell for the first time… :,) i just love pre-relationship pining 🤌🤌🤌 but no tsukki cause i’m working a bigger fic for him 😳
cw: fluff, gn!reader
prompt: running up to them after they win a game and hugging them for the first time
characters: bokuto, kuroo, tendou, asahi, atsumu, iwaizumi
bokuto kotaro
surprised at first, but the surprise quickly melts into a huge grin as he wraps his arms around you
his hugs are all encompassing, big arms trapping you to his chest so you can smell nothing but him
riding the high of adrenaline from the game, he decides to lift you in one of those spinny hugs
his heart is definitely racing, but he plays off the embarrassment by laughing and smiling like he always does
will definitely try to find excuses to hug all the time you now that he knows he can, and he will sulk if you refuse
akaashi gives you a thumbs up in the background
kuroo tetsurou
also surprised, but quickly recovers from it with a smooth comment “oh? did I really do that well today?” and returns the hug with a sincere smile
if it was a particularly stressful or intense match, he won’t say anything and just hold you tightly
gives those good good hugs where one hand is on the small of your back and the other is on the back of your head to keep you pinned to him
will take this as permission to touch you casually, like poking your arms or resting his arm on your head (if you’re shorter)
will pout if you don’t give him a hug after every game from now on
tendou satori
is very surprised, he’s used to being ostracized so having someone willingly show affection towards him is rare
it takes him a second to register that yes, you are hugging him of your own volition
i imagine tendou to be touch starved as hell, so he holds you like you’re the last thing on earth
will ask you for more hugs at random times not during games because he simply can’t get enough
i don’t have as much to say about miracle boy i just wanna give him a big hug 🥺
azumane asahi
congrats you broke him
no but really, his face is fully red and his expression is indescribable
constantly debating on where to put his hands, overthinking the smallest things like “oh no what if i’m too sweaty and they think i’m gross”
just look up at him and give him a big smile and his heart will melt
his hugs are gentle, warm and comforting; you feel protected from the outside world
he blushes when you make eye contact with him for the next few weeks
suga and daichi will definitely tease the hell out of him later
miya atsumu
he is a fiery guy, so he can get caught up with the flow of intense emotions, especially after a match
this means he actually goes to hug you first once he spots you
he hugs you like it’s second nature, there’s no surprise or hesitation
atsumu gives complete hugs that feel like your bodies are two matching puzzle pieces, there’s no awkward spaces or gaps
another passionate guy like bokuto, he will pick you up and spin you around with a giant smile
definitely starts using a ton of causal contact afterwards, hugs and headpats n stuff
iwaizumi hajime
is definitely surprised, he expected all of the attention to be on oikawa
his face is a little red, but the deep color of his ears betray all his embarrassment
this man is ripped so you know his arms are thick asf 😩 makes for the best hugs
another breathtaking hug-giver, his arms snake around your waist and circle firmly on your back
he buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment, but the adrenaline dulls and he suddenly remembers that he’s sweaty
pulls away quickly and apologizes with averted eyes, but oikawa is already taking pictures and giggling (cut to volleyball hitting him in the face)
he’ll definitely be a lil more blushy and conscious in your presence, but doesn’t mind if you ask him for a hug now and then
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authors note: hello thank you for reading! i'm super critical of my own work so it takes a while for things to actually get posted lol thanks for sticking around
feel free to pop in my ask box with other characters you might wanna see for something like this :) ill try my best!! or if u wanna just say hi!
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folklorebae · 2 years
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𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 - 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐
Cast(s): GN!Reader ft. Osamu, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Sakusa
A/n: This is a repost! If you've seen it, just pretend you haven't <3
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luvring · 4 months
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SMOOCHY KISS KISS REALM!
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gn!reader | bokuto, suna, akaashi, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa
good morning. silly ass title i cant breathe
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fvck-the-rest · 6 months
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Regret
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xF!reader
/warning/: mdni, grabbing, doggie, reader called love
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“Aww look at you so weak for me love” purring into your ear the man behind you with your ass up in the air . Barely able to keep your knees below you. Face already smashed into the pillows of the bed. All the noises come from you going straight into the pillows and his cock.
Agh. Going at already for what felt like hours was agonizing. Almost to the point of regret for teasing him so much.
When he got home waiting for him in nothing but a t-shirt- nothing underneath. The going as fair to just say that you simply forgot about putting them on after your shower this morning. Leading to roaming hands all over you and in every place that they could reach.
“You did this to yourself. Saying that you forgot, tch, what a lie. You wanted this and nothing more.” Shaking knees was all that was keeping you up and as soon as he went to a faster pace, they gave. Hips finally resting on the bed. The man above still not letting up, almost seems like he started to do faster, until finally you feel the ball in your stomach build up into a release, moaning his name and grabbing at the bedding under you letting it all go. Soon feeling him join you in the high of your life.
“Hehe, you should that more love”
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ATSUMU, SEMI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, BOKUTO, SUNA, SUGAWARA, daichi, dazai, MORI, GOJO, toji,
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a/n: doing smth new with this one, also request are open. Also an edit, i didn't realize the title was spelled wrong, lmao
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shoulmate · 7 months
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You don't know what you'd do without Kuroo.
As the JVA president continues to drone on and on from the front of the conference room, Kuroo stifles a yawn--not the only one doing so--and tries to mask rolling his eyes by looking around the room until he spots you.
You were already spacing out in his general direction so when he looks over your eyes reflexively meet; you focus on him and your expression deadpans into an indignation that mirrors his own.
Now he has to stifle a laugh.
You stare, eyes slowly getting wider and wider, lips still pressed into a flat line.
He tries to look at the president but keeps glancing back to you and covers his mouth, physically trapping the laugh that wants to crack free.
Emotion swells through you with all the familiarity of this game and from the way his eyes crinkle up as he covers his face, you know the nostalgia is taking you both all the way back.
Freshman year. Welcome seminar.
Some administrator stood on stage in front of the most boring slide show you had ever seen and nearly put an entire auditorium to sleep. Kuroo remembers sweeping his gaze across the crowd wondering how everyone else was passing the time until he saw you.
You had been spacing out then, too, but your eyes refocused with a shrewd snap as if you sensed someone's attention. You looked back at him, eyes narrowing so suspiciously that he shivered and quickly turned away.
The next time he saw you at school you had already seen him.
He felt a weird prickle as he walked across campus and glanced around catching your gaze; your eyes were narrowed again and he knew that wasn't your resting expression but the idea that it was and that your eyes had been narrowed the entire time since he saw you last made him involuntarily smile.
He held your gaze as your brow quirked wondering why the hell the weirdo with bad hair was smiling until the crowd shifted and he disappeared.
The next time he was first.
You were rubbing your eyes trying to push through a paper in the library when you felt that same feeling from the auditorium; you slowly looked around.
He was on his way out with a group of friends, watching you with a smile to threaten the Cheshire cat's reputation and you snorted to yourself. There was something challenging in his gaze and the next time you saw him--in the dining hall--you made a point to stare at him until he noticed, double-taking at you, so you could return his challenging look as if to say
tag. you're it.
And so it continued. This weird, silent, visual game of tag giving each other various kinds of looks. Competitive. Challenging. Sometimes playful. And on rare occasions, when there was stress weighing on one of you, reassuring.
Comforting.
And despite seeing him with surprising frequency you had gone your entire first semester without meeting him. Never once speaking, introducing yourselves, or even figuring out who he was from someone else.
And then at the start of spring semester you filed into a cavernous lecture hall and took a seat, feeling more excited and nervous than usual. The professor called attendance. You absent-mindedly tracked the reactions across the room, the raised hands and verbal affirmations of each student
and when the professor called Kuroo Tetsurō the weirdo with the bad hair raised his hand and grinned
at you.
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