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sachirobabe · 17 hours
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Chapter 2
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Kuroo Tetsuro x reader
Wc: 1900
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: @merlucide, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu
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Despite waking up on time, you were frantically running around your house trying to find your left knee pad. You thought you had everything packed, but right as you were going to meet up with Himari you decided to check your bag again.
"Mom!" You yell, moving the pillows on the couch to see if your missing knee pad was there. It was not.
"I have no idea where it could be, sweetheart." She says apologetically, "Check the car?" She suggests.
You had to leave in 5 minutes if you wanted to be on time. Your coach would kill you if she found out her captain was late on the first day.
"Good morning my second mom!" Himari walks into your house, greeting your mother with a hug.
"Hey sweetie." She returns the hug. Himari looks at your disheveled self, running around like a maniac.
"What's wrong with her?" Himari chuckles.
"She can't find her left knee pad." Your mother sighs, handing Himari her lunch that she had made her. Your mother made lunches for the both of you, this week was her turn to make them.
Himari raises her eyebrows and quickly unzips her volleyball bag, "I thought it was weird I had an extra knee pad." She says and calls your name, holding the missing knee pad.
"Oh thank god." You take it from her and shove it in your bag, "Where was it?"
"My bag." Himari laughs, waving to your mother as you both walk out the door.
You roll your eyes, "You stole it."
"You left it." She giggles.
You both made it just in time for class, Himari sat in the desk next to you. Class was going relatively fast, it was the first day, so it was the easiest.
Himari watched the clock tick, her stomach was rumbling, begging for some food. You watch her clutch her stomach and put her head down.
The second the bell rang, she grabbed her lunch and pulled you along with her to class 5.
"Mori!" Himari smiles widely, your coach, who was also a teacher, lifted her head up from the papers she was examining and raised an eyebrow.
"Himari, you cannot call me that." Your coach says.
"You're my sister, I can call you whatever I want." Himari crosses her arms.
"Yeah, well not at work. Just for that you're doing extra cardio today." Mori glares at her sister.
You chuckle and take a seat, eating your lunch watching them argue about every little thing. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and to get some water.
"Hey, L/n!" You hear your name being called, you turn and see Kuroo.
"Oh hey, please just call me Y/n, I like it better." You smile. "What's up, Kuroo?"
"I didn't know your coach taught here." He says following you.
"Yeah," You chuckle, "Sometimes she makes me help her grade."
"Well, if you ever grade my stuff you'll only see perfect marks." He brags.
"Uh-huh, sure."
"Oh, but what I really got your attention for was our team's schedule." He pulls out a paper and hands it to you, it's a little crumpled from being in his bag. "I heard from Kai that you like to have your own."
"Thank you, we haven't gotten our schedule yet, but I'll be sure to pass it on to you when I do." You say, folding the paper so it doesn't get any more ruined.
"Sounds good." He puts his hand in his pockets and stands a little awkwardly, not sure how to continue the conversation.
You chuckle, "I'll see you later, I have to finish my lunch." With that he watches your figure walk towards his class, assuming you eat lunch with your coach.
He mentally groans at himself and begins to walk back to where his friends are at.
"She made the practice plan." You notice Himari's face down her desk, her voice was muffled.
"It can't be worse than last years," you chuckle, remembering how a few of the girls had thrown up. Mori handed you her iPad to show what was on schedule and you gulp, "are you trying to kill us?!"
"My goal is to get rid of the unserious players day one." She takes her iPad back.
"Yeah, you'll probably get rid of a few of your starters too." You are trying to mentally prepare for after school.
"We'll do more than just throw up." Himari rubs her temples.
Mori clicks her tongue, "It won't be as bad as you think. Now get to class before you're late." You two groan and leave the classroom, going back to your own.
You were assigned a worksheet for the remainder of class, Himari takes your paper and compares it to her own, unsure of where her mistake could be.
You shook your head and stared out the window, the day was going by fast and soon you'll be begging for oxygen at practice.
The last bell of the day rang and students were antsy to leave, you took your time packing your things. Nervousness and excitement pooled your stomach.
"Cmon let's go, we have to open the club room." Himari stands up.
"I'm going, I'm going." You stand up as well and pull your bag over one shoulder.
You continued your small talk, up until you reached the door. The clouds were starting to turn grey, making you frown.
"We might get rained on." Himari notes and walks into the club room.
"At least it'll cool us off while we run." You shrug, taking off your school uniform and changing into your volleyball gear.
The door whips open, making you clutch your shirt to your chest, "LETS GO BABY! First day of the season." Naomi, one of your teammates yell.
"Close the fucking door! We're shirtless." Himari yells back.
"It was just me." Naomi sighs, "Captain." She nods to you and you wave the two off as you go into the gym.
The boys club room was to the right of yours, Kuroo had just so happened to get out the same time you did. "Beautiful day for running, right?"
You turn and see the boys captain and you chuckle, "So you've heard."
"Misaki mentioned it quite loudly." He laughs, "Have you had a chance to look through your first-year applicants?" He says.
"A few of them. We have a huge turnout. I told you we would." You sigh. "And you?"
He nods, "4 of them. That's all we got."
You hum, "I'm wishing you guys the best, we'd love to be able to go to nationals together."
"We're trying," he chuckled, "We'll definitely be there. I promise." He says to you. "See 'ya." And he walks into his respected gym.
You shake your head, you had teased the captains years prior about going to nationals. They have two chances, one near the start of the year, and the other in the spring. That is if the third-years stay.
During your summer break you and the other third-years hung out and talked about whether staying after inter high was a good idea or not. You stood firmly on staying, you wanted to take the team to nations twice. Of course the others followed after you.
The smell of a freshly waxed gym floods your nose, you know it'll be the worst when diving, but you've prepared yourself for the bruises and burns.
"Don't bother putting your volleyball shoes, we'll be going outside shortly." Your coach says as you began to take off your other shoes.
You fake cry and begin stretching, making her chuckle evilly.
After a gruesome two and a half hours, you made it through without puking. You can't say the same for some of the other girls, though.
You're hunched over a ball cart, catching your breath. You eye a number of girls going up to coach Mori, most likely to tell her that they won't be returning.
You think she actually did it, she really got rid of all but 3 first-years.
"I need fluids." Keiko, one of the middle blockers tells you. "I lost all of them during our second session outside."
You scrunch your nose at the thought of her puking, "There's Gatorade in the club room."
"Gather 'round! I just have a few things to say before we tear down the nets," Your coach starts, "Great first day, tomorrow will be similar, please let me know if you won't be coming back." You drown out her voice as she talks about things you've heard the past 2 years.
You're starving. Your stomach tightens uncomfortably, you hope your mother or father made something good. You'll also be taking a Gatorade from the club room.
"Captain?" You coach catches you off guard, "Is there anything you'd like to add before we leave?"
"Thank you all for coming, don't be discouraged by today, it all comes with practice. Please continue to support us! Rest up and be ready for tomorrow. " You end and the room erupts in applause.
You let the starter second-years take the nets down while you converse with your coach for tomorrow.
"I finished up making the schedule, I already sent coach Nekomata a copy, but I know you like to have one as well." She opens her clipboard and hands you a paper.
"Do you happen to have another one?" You say, eyes scanning the schedule.
"Yeah, here." She hands you another, "Why?"
"I wanted to give it to the boys' captain." You say, not paying much mind to it.
"The boy, huh." She smirks.
"What? I just met him, you're delusional." You laugh.
"Don't let boys distract you. Do you remember what happened to Mia?" You recall the memory two years ago, she had gotten dumped the day before nationals. It was horrible for her, she had to be benched halfway through because of her errors.
You shiver at the thought, "I promise nothings going to happen."
Your coach hums, you see most of the girls have already left or gone to the club room. "I'll see you tomorrow." You say.
You can feel some soreness in your legs walking up the stairs to the club room. You throw your jacket and sweats on. 'The schedule.' You remind yourself and make your way over to the boys' clubroom.
"What're you doing?" Himari questions.
"I need to give this to the captain." You say, "Also we're stopping at the store, I need food immediately." She laughs and says she does too.
You knock on the door, hearing some of the chatter die down, a short blonde answers. "What's up?"
"Is Kuroo in there? I have something for him." You say.
"I think he's still in the gym, sorry."
"You're good, thanks." You finish and drag Himari to the gym again.
The blonde was right, Kuroo was sitting on the floor talking to his coach, their heads turn to see who had just walked in.
"Oh—hey," Kuroo gets up and walks over to the two of you. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I just got our schedule," You hand it over to him.
"Thank you." He gives a wide smile, "Hey Coach, do you need one of these?"
"I got it emailed, thank you son. Y/n, Himari." He nods to you guys. "How was the first day?"
"So much running." Himari stares off into nothing remembering how she felt during it.
"And conditioning. But I think coach Mori did it. She got rid of all the unserious players day one." You say.
"I helped her make that plan." Nekomata chuckles.
"I hope our suffering was worth it." Himari sticks her nose in the air. Making the boys laugh.
"Good luck tomorrow." Kuroo waves, when you're out of eyesight he clutches the paper to his chest. He didn't necessarily need the schedule, but you thought of him and that's all he could ask for.
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sugawarassoulmate · 15 days
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loser!kuroo has really bad allergies and keep sneezing and it annoys the shit out of reader. but after the third or fourth sneeze she notices something weird and keeps staring at him.
getting nervous, kuroo shyly asks if something’s wrong. “everything alright?”
she shrugs. “it’s nothing,” letting the silence linger for a bit, reader pipes up again.
“did you know the face you make before you sneeze is also the same face you make when you’re about to cum?”
kuroo chokes on his drink.
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tojiphile · 7 months
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you don't need other boys when you have him, your daddy’s best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.
it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.
as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.
“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”
you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.
of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.
“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.
“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”
you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”
he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”
“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”
his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.
the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”
his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.
your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”
his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”
you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.
“please.”
whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.
“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.
“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.
“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”
embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”
he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”
the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.
he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.
“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.
he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.
"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”
you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.
"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.
you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.
“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”
“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.
“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”
he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”
he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”
you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”
he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”
“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”
with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.
he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.
you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.
you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.
both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.
“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”
“you, daddy!”
he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.
“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.
just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”
the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.
as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”
you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”
he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,
“good girl.”
GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa
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junosmindpalace · 3 months
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MISTLETOE, BUT ACTUALLY HOLLY
☾ ft. tetsuro kuroo
☾ sfw. because who doesn't find the tradition amusing? 920
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somebody on the nekoma boys volleyball team thought it would be funny to hang mistletoe above the clubroom door. it was all in good fun, taking advantage of a year old holiday tradition to laugh at the embarrassed and defensive expressions of his fellow teammates as they tried to escape from the obligatory kiss in a fluster.
it was kuroo. kuroo was the somebody who thought it would be funny.
it was actually holly, and he’d explain the differences in the plant without anyone asking or caring, but the tradition still stood. his mom had asked him to rummage around in a box tucked away with old decor to see if she could find anything remotely festive to celebrate the holiday season. as he was rummaging around through bunches of tangled strings of fairy lights with dead bulbs and old gingerbread kits, his eyes brightened in curiosity as he retrieved a small plastic holly plant from the very bottom of the pile. 
and he’s sure glad he went through with his plan to bring it into school, too, because the look on yaku’s face as he grew red with anger and shouted over his embarrassment at walking under the plant with lev was absolutely priceless. 
“now the two of you gotta kiss.” he laughed as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed over his chest. yaku gave him a murderous look. 
“we aren’t doing anything!” 
lev, too amused with admiring and flicking the mistletoe (which was shorter than him), didn’t pay much mind to yaku’s disgust, though if had noticed, he probably would’ve taken a disappointedly offended stance at his suggestion. 
“guess you’re in a festive mood, kuroo.” kai muttered as he glanced at him with a sort of nervous smile, removing his jacket. kuroo chuckled. 
“just thought it would be fun. i thought you of all people would get a kick out of it, yamamoto.” kuroo turned toward his junior with the distinct blonde mohawk, who only scowled at him from over his shoulder as he opened his locker. 
“you better watch your back, kuroo. you’re next!” he pointed an accusatory finger at him, still disgruntled over the fact that he had (nearly) walked into the club room in sync with kenma. kuroo scoffed. 
“like you could get me!” 
“yeah? stand under the doorway, then!” yaku chimed in, shooting him an irritated glare. kuroo’s eyes darted between him and the mistletoe at the door. there was only a brief pause in between before kuroo strided toward the door and lingered at the threshold, teasingly taking steps in and out of the club room. yaku hissed. 
“see? can’t get me.” he smirked, and with that, the rest of his body, along with his face, disappeared behind the wall and heading to unlock the gym. 
on his return back, kuroo puffed out a breath of fog and shivered. it had snowed the night before, leaving a strong chill in the dry air, and he was eager to get inside the club room as quickly as possible to where the heat was. 
just as he was about to step inside, however, he heard a voice, and immediately recognizing it, his heart somersaulted in his chest.
“kuroo!” it cried, and it sounded close too, so close that kuroo instantly felt his face warm when he turned around and was immediately met with your face only inches from him.
your cheeks were rosy from the cold, even despite a scarf wrapped snug around your neck and a hat keeping your head warm. your jacket also zipped up to your chin, and he couldn’t help but grow increasingly nervous with every passing moment he spent looking at your eager expression. 
it only took kuroo a single semester’s worth of partnerwork for him to grow utterly hopeless around you--and everyone knew it. it was hard for anyone to miss his clumsy demeanour or tinted cheeks around you, so much so it was a miracle that somehow you hadn’t picked up on all the signs. 
fumbling with his hands, tripping over his words, prolonged eye contact; he shrinks when he thinks about how he's reduced to a klutz around you.
“kuroo, hey! i'm glad i was able to catch you! i have these papers from minaho sensei that you missed when you were on your away game.” 
you extended a hand to hand him said papers, slightly crumpled in your freezing grip. he quickly took them from you upon noticing. 
“oh, thank you so much. i don’t know what i would do without—“ 
“ooooooou, kuroo, you sly bastard! you had to have planned that!” 
the two of you both looked in toward the classroom at a disgruntled, shirtless yamamoto, who seemed so distressed you were almost taken aback. kuroo narrowed his eyes.  
“what the hell are you talking abo—-?”
and then the green above his head caught his peripherals, and amidst the cold, kuroo started to sweat. 
the two of you slowly looked up in unison at the mistletoe, the mischief device of kuroo’s own division, gleaming in the sun. you had stepped onto the threshold under the mistletoe, resulting in the two of you now both stuck having to fulfill in a year old tradition. 
truly, it was a miracle you didn’t catch the signs. 
yaku’s eyebrow shot up in satisfaction, fulfilling kuroo's previous position with his arms crossed over his shoulder and leaning against the lockers. “got you.” 
the two of you slowly turn toward one another with wide eyes and flustered expressions. 
truly, it wasn't so much a miracle that kuroo didn’t catch the signs either.
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kairismess · 5 months
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pocky challenge with him. (part 2)
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kuroo tetsuro. — original chocolate pocky.
kuroo loves seeing your flustered face as you tremble and stare up into his eyes, making his smirk grow as you hesitantly take another bite of the pocky stick. he places his finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, and takes a big, daring bite forward–until the only distance you two have left is a single nibble between you two.
he teases you, chuckling lowly to himself as he cups the underside of your face with his whole palm, bringing you closer to his own face as he bites ahead. after much teasing, he leaves a small kiss on your lips; it was gentle, it was a kind kiss–a kiss that meant he wanted what you two had to be more than a one time thing; that he's more than serious about wanting to be yours.
++ he nibbles the bits of chocolate coating left on your lips ~
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satori tendou. — double chocolate pocky.
tendou enjoys making you smile with the goofy faces he makes when he's so close to kissing you. it's like he takes your mind off the fact that he's so close to you, and instead gives you a reason to show him that gorgeous smile he loves seeing every day.
he does get a bit teasing, though; he soon points out that he's a bite away from you, what'll you do about it? of course, he doesn't expect you to do anything–he just wanted to get a reaction out of you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to. but what he wasn't expecting was you to bite the last piece, lean over, and kiss his lips.
guess who's smiling now after all that loving?
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akaashi keiji. — green tea pocky.
akaashi only agreed to this so you'd stop pestering him, and he never found it annoying, though–he just wasn't sure about you being so close to him. a million thoughts ran through his mind all at once as you kept biting forward, with him being paralyzed to his seat, not daring to take another bite forward.
he may look calm on the surface, but internally, akaashi was freaking out. he didn't know if he was ready to meet your lips halfway, let alone if you'd like the feeling of his. he didn't want anything to change between you two, because even if he won't ever confess to you his true feelings, at least he can be your friend...
...that kissed you without thinking.
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saigethearies · 5 months
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saige’s terrortober presents…
future
seeing how good tetsuro is with kids has you wanting him to put one in you.
camp counselor!tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader
contents/warnings: breeding, unprotected doggystyle, vaginal fingering, kitten and mama petnames, mentions of marriage and babymaking, no pregnancy reader is on birth control, reader and kuroo are in college and work at a camp
wc: 1.4k
18+ MINORS DNI
the crisp fall air felt even more refreshing at night. the changing colors surrounded the camp in pretty hues of orange and red, matching the warm flames crackling away in the middle of the circle. storytimes are firepit were always a hit during the fall season, when the camp operated more as a babysitting service for couples on a date night rather than the usual summer sleepaway. it was honestly nice, allowing you to keep your counselor job into the start of the semester without having to work as many hours so you had time for your coursework.
the convenience wasn’t the only thing you loved, though.
“the group inched closer to the closet, flashlights held tight in their hands as they crept through the dark,” kuroo narrated, voice projecting so every kid listening in could hear.
you smiled at the way your boyfriend had them all on the edge of their seat, everyone’s undivided attention on the rooster head as he told his tale. he knew exactly when to pause for dramatic effect or when to emphasize a certain point. it was honestly impressive how great of a storyteller he was.
“they finally reached the door, turning the knob slowly and opening the door with a loud creak only to find…a report card! full of f’s!”
the kids all laughed, seemingly amused with the funny twist kuroo chose to end his story with. he didn’t want to send the kids back to their homes too scared, now. you chuckled along with them, heart feeling all warm watching the way he interacted with the children.
in your three years of dating, it was not lost on you how naturally amazing kuroo was with kids. he always treated them with the same kindness and respect he would give an adult, and you could see the content smile that would come onto his face whenever a youngster would engage in conversation with him.
not only was it precious, but it was honestly attractive. you were nearing the end of your college years, graduation on the horizon, and he’d already brought up the m word multiple times- not to mention you caught him studying the sizes of your rings that one time. while you told him not to rush anything, you knew he was the one you were going to marry. not only that, but this was the man that would most likely be fathering your children, and every time you saw him bring a smile to a kid’s face, it just reminded you of how amazing of a dad he was going to be.
and that made you want him so much.
knowing that he would take such good care of you and your potential babies drove you up the wall, wishing you could skip to your white picket fence era despite telling him that the two of you were young and didn’t need to be in a hurry.
kuroo caught you staring at him from across the firepit and sent you his signature grin, and you had to resist the urge to press your thighs together, knowing that this wasn’t the place.
the thoughts were still shuffling around in your mind when kuroo drove the two of you back to his apartment later, shift finally over now that all of the children had been picked up by their guardians. visions were dancing across your brain of him gently rocking a little baby, giving piggyback rides to a toddler, teaching a child how to spike a volleyball.
your boyfriend had noticed you were much more quiet than usual but chose not to question it. he figured you would talk once the two of you got home.
the elevator trip once you arrived was silent, and kuroo was starting to worry that there really was something bothering you.
so imagine his surprise when your lips were crashing against his the second he locked his front door, smaller hands gripping his shoulder and pulling him down to your height. his eyes went a little wide in surprise before he closed them and melted into the kiss, never one to look a gift horse in the face.
you pulled away to gasp for air and he grinned, bringing a thumb up to press against your bottom lip.
“what’s gotten into you, kitten?”
nothing could prepare him for what you said next, your eyes glassy and breath labored.
“wanna have a baby with you.”
now wasn’t the time, both of you knew that, and it was mainly just the lust talking at the moment. however, the idea still filled both of you with a sense of excitement and adrenaline. you were on birth control, but a little practice for the real deal in the future couldn’t hurt, right?
you felt his large hands snake under your t-shirt, forehead coming to rest against yours.
“is that right? my pretty girl wants to become a mommy?”
you nodded. “wanna make you a daddy.”
he hummed at that, beginning to kiss you once more as he backed you towards his bedroom, tugging both of your shirts off in the process. each of you were shedding your clothes, nude as can be by the time you reached the bed.
kuroo gave you one final kiss before commanding you to get on the bed.
“all fours.”
you did as you were told, keeping your ass towards him and arching the way he liked. you heard him step towards you and almost cried when you felt his fingers teasing at your entrance.
he slowly pumped his index and middle in and out of you, amazed at how wet your cunt already was. how long had you been wanting this?
not in the mood to waste time, you craned your neck to look at him, a desperate look in your eyes.
“inside, tetsu! want you inside now!”
he normally would refuse, insisting on prepping you. but tonight you had asked for a baby. you asked for a baby as if you knew about the endless dreams and fantasies in his head of you with a sweet little bump on your belly.
he’d give into your plea to forego foreplay tonight, but only this once. only because you managed to hit him where it really hurts.
the moan that tore from your throat as he split you open was the neediest he’d ever heard, and he wasted no time in starting to cant his hips as deep as possible. you were mewling, trying to push back to meet his thrusts each time, the want to be filed fogging your mind.
“so good! so good!”
you felt his hand between your shoulder blades, pressing down to arch your back even more. he groaned as he started to hit even further down in your walls, as if he was trying to get as close to your cervix as he could.
“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me.”
he didn’t think he’d ever felt your pussy grip him this tight. you were going to milk him for everything he was worth, and he honestly couldn’t wait.
you felt him lean over you, his chest against your back as his hot breath fanned against your ear.
“gonna be the prettiest mama ever. can’t wait to see how beautiful you look carrying my baby.”
you whined at his words.
“baby! want your baby, tetsu! want it so bad!”
“fuck.”
your cries had him pistoning into you even faster, so ready to give into your pleas and grant you your wish. maybe not today, but someday.
the coil in his stomach had grown so taught, and from the way your thighs were shaking, he knew yours had, too. he brought his thumb to your clit, knowing it would be the last shove you needed to tumble over the edge with him.
“where do you want it, kitten?”
he already knew the answer.
“inside! inside inside inside, please!”
one last rub at your sensitive nub had the wave of pleasure crashing over you, your orgasm sending kuroo into his own as he spilled his cum deep into your cunt. you’d never felt so full in your life.
you slumped against the bed, boneless. you heard kuroo chuckle behind you and felt a kiss pressed to the crown of your head.
“come on, mama,” kuroo said. “don’t go tapping out on me just yet.”
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forusomimiya · 6 months
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@syafil00 ship & prompt: “You won’t stop shaking” w/ Tetsuro Kuroo ˚₊˚✧🐈✧˖°❤️‍🔥
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You had never really enjoyed oral. At least, not until Kuroo went down on you for the first time. But before that, you had to beg a lot to get him to slip between your legs.
"Please..."
"Please, what?"
"Stop doing that"
"Aren't you enjoying it?" a new caress appeared on your inner thigh, inducing you to grind your hips in the direction of his face as he nibbled right there. "Cause I think you are".
It was hard enough to deal with the sight of Kuroo kneeling before you, with the dining room table behind you as a foothold to hold you up when his gaze met yours while he created a long, leisurely path of kisses from your ankle, resting on his shoulder, to that part of your thigh where you could already feel the tingle running up to your entrance. It was hard enough now having to deal with him blatantly, but excitingly, teasing you. Of your grumbles, of how your frustration made you pull his hair when you saw that with just his breath on your crotch and a little imagination, you could spill over his mouth.
"Will it take you long?"
"Babe please, let me enjoy this marvel body just a little while longer and I promise you that you can use my face as many times you want. I promise you won't stop shaking" Fuck. What a beautiful, lascivious scene it would be to have Kuroo begging you for one more spill when he still hasn't finished tasting the last one. "If I already go wild with your smell, I don't want to imagine with your taste…"
"Tetsuro… ahh your, your lips…"
"Huh? What´s wrong?"
You couldn't look.
"I- like it, please do it again"
"What, honey? what do you want me to do?"
Damn dummy. His voice accompanied his mockery very well. Specially when he dragged out a word and waited expectantly for you to see how annoying he became when he laughed at your pleas and the way even your underwear had no use when his fingers wandered around.
"You know what I fucking mean" again your frustration venting on his hair. Quick future images of him eating you rough and careless.
You couldn't look. You couldn't fucking look.
"Okay…" But he got his way and smiled when your eyes opened and watched how he let his lower lip trail in your pussy before sticking out his tongue and wetting the cloth that, as he well thought, was no longer of any use and would soon make you get rid of them.
"You— sucker!" and what a great welcome to his tongue, now you did, teasing it, rocking on it while Kuroo's eyes sparkled with excitement, seeing through them how he too likes to get a taste of his own medicine. Watching you use him at your whim.
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sixosix · 2 years
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𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔: 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒
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blurb you’re trying to flirt with your best friend; kuroo’s losing his fucking mind.
# gn!reader, fluff, slight angst(?) bc kuroo’s a dumb bitch, friends to lovers :)
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your shirt’s askew, revealing the smooth skin of your neck.
kuroo stares.
he’s not sure how long you’ve been looking like that, but it sure as hell feels like it’s been forever. he feels his face burning, but nothing else is coming to mind. he’s zeroed in on the exposed slope of your neck, and he feels like he can't breathe. or maybe he's breathing too hard.
you wave a hand. “kuroo…? you with me?”
he exhales, hard. “sorry—” he forces himself to calm down; to think about anything but biting you like a crazed vampire. “sorry, sorry. just, remembered something.”
you tilt your head, and it shows the slope of your— kuroo chokes, but mentally. “about?”
about how much i’m in love with you.
what? kuroo recoils at his own thoughts.
“nothing important,” he lies through his own teeth.
your eyes seem to lose brightness for a split second, had kuroo not been paying attention. “oh, alright.” you turn away from him, fixing your shirt.
why does it feel like kuroo’s not the only one disappointed?
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you’re on his lap.
okay, he seriously doesn’t know how you pair ended here. it was only supposed to be a movie night (when is it only just a movie night, tetsu-chan? a voice that suspiciously sounds like oikawa whispers in his mind) but then you two inched closer and closer to each other like a gravitational pull.
and now you’re sleeping on his chest and kuroo is just melting because you look so adorable that he wants to kiss the hell out of you. but you’re asleep, peaceful and unaware of his internal conflict—like always.
“love you, tetsu,” you murmur sleepily against his chest as kuroo stiffens.
he runs a hand through his face, exhaling deeply.
“love you, too.”
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“this is bad,” kuroo says into the phone next to his ear, gripping the pillow on his lap like it’s offended him. “this is really, really bad.”
it’s the fifth day of kuroo losing his shit while you unintentionally flirt with him while in the same house.
“you’re just making it bad,” kenma says. kuroo hears the clicking of kenma’s mechanical keyboard—it sounds extremely expensive. his best friend sighs, “i don’t get why you don’t just admit it to y/n.”
kuroo bristles at the thought, scowling at an imaginary kenma right in front of him. “you want me to just— hey, baby, this sounds crazy and you might slap me after this, but i am in love with you and have been since middle school!”
he scratches the nape of his neck, suddenly embarrassed at kenma’s deadpanned silence.
“i was talking about y/n giving you awkward bo—”
“woah, woah, hey! keep it PG!” oikawa shrieks, and it’s a painful sound. kuroo honestly forgot that he’s also on the call. “but kenma-chan is right, you know? kuroo tetsurou, you’re not only going to die a virgin—but also a coward for never confessing!”
“i’d rather die both than have y/n avoid me,” kuroo murmurs, and his brain decides to be a bitch and give him a flashback on how you looked so cute with his shirt.
kenma stops clicking, muttering an interested: “oh?”
oikawa makes a noise that sounds part amazed and part bewildered. “wow, you really love y/n-chan, don’t you? i thought this was just horny-kuroo speaking, but this is past that.”
“it’s been past that for ages,” kuroo hisses. “and now i’m torn between just kissing the life out of y/n and hibernating in my room for even thinking about that.”
“nevermind, you’re just really stupid,” kenma goes back to clicking.
sugawara—again, kuroo doesn’t know how they’re here—laughs; it’s the evil one. “we all know that. how could we even expect it to be different?”
“hey, shut the fuck up!” kuroo barks as oikawa cackles, followed by a thump. kuroo assumes he fell on the floor. “just because i’m at the top of my class doesn’t mean you should be jealous.”
“king of the class yet also king of being obliviously a dumbass,” kenma says; and it’s even worse when kenma teases him because it’s so deadpanned that he sounds deadly serious.
kuroo leaves the call, throwing his arms in the air.
he wanted some bro talk. he wanted some bro advice. instead, he got some bro-punch in the bro-face because his friends are keeping an inside joke from kuroo—and they keep saying you’ll find out when the time is right!
kuroo catches a glimpse of you from outside his room where his door is pushed open: you smiling at your phone. it’s a soft smile, and it looks good on you. he wonders when you’ll give that to him.
kuroo sighs to himself, turning away.
when will the time ever be right?
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“guys, i think i’m giving up,” you announce one faithful day, walking into the kitchen while kuroo’s rereading his school materials.
kuroo listens half-heartedly, wondering who you’re talking to. and then he keeps reminding himself to focus on his goddamn chemistry textbook.
“no, dumbass. i tried everything!” you yell into the phone, pouring water in a glass. but with one hand on the phone, it wobbles dangerously.
without thinking too much, kuroo rushes to your side, standing right behind you as he steadies the glass for your sake. he will get a heart attack if you break this glass and get it all over you—and he does not want to get one right now.
your warmth is a distraction, and he barely catches it when you smile and thank him.
the person on the phone continues talking as you fill the glass to the very brim, and kuroo finally allows himself to release his grip.
“careful,” he says. “that one’s heavier.”
“gotcha,” you say, grinning in amusement. “no, tooru—” what? you’re talking to oikawa? “i’m not trying to be subtle… tips? fuck that book! that was written by a man anyway, i should know what i’m doing better.”
speaking of, kuroo should probably go back to his textbook.
“yes, i’m just going to do it,” you grumble, and kuroo actually likes that nose wrinkle you do. it’s cute. he pokes it and you stick your tongue out at him. “yeah, he’s right in front of me; you get to have a front row seat.”
but you’re also holding onto his wrist so he’s kind of stuck right now.
you look up at kuroo, stating: “tetsurou, i have been trying to flirt with you for the past week. tell me now, are you not interested in me or?”
“what.”
“that’s not an answer.”
kuroo’s eyes bulge out of their sockets. “you’re serious.”
“as serious as i have been flirting with you,” you answer back.
“what the fuck,” kuroo breathes, and he’s sure he’s blushing madly because you’re unable to hold in your little giggles that make him feel warmer. “what the fuck.”
“still not an answer.”
“i’m fucking in love with you,” he adds hurriedly, knocking the phone away from your grasp in lieu of holding your face. he tries to convince himself that this is real. “and i am so sorry that i am ridiculously stupid.”
“oh,” your eyes soften, hands coming on top of his, “me too. i’ve been in love with you for months now. it’s kind of driving me crazy.”
“try years.”
you huff sharp laughter, squeezing his hands—and he melts into your touch, knocking your foreheads together. “so competitive. are you gonna kill block me from a kiss now?”
“never in my life,” he mutters, and slots his lips into yours; like the way he could’ve been doing all this time.
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“can you wear my shirt again? that one really got me going.”
“i’m still here!” oikawa shrieks, mortified.
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chaxiu · 1 year
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growing sideways
pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem! reader
summary: kuroo tetsurou is all grown up. you think you might have to learn to let him go. or: an exploration of love, and loving things.
note: sorry that it's been so long!! college has been so silly funny goofy (derogatory) but i'm on break now and pretending that i dno't have to go back in a week.
sort of spoilers for occupations (kuroo, kenma, yaku) post-timeskip! (but also doesn’t really follow canonical futures… sort of a mess, to be honest.) my attempt at reconciling what i’d hoped for him and what he becomes.  title taken from a noah kahan song of the same name that has next to nothing to do with the actual fic.
cw: mention of throwing up (doesn’t actually happen, though)
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When Kuroo Tetsurou gets scouted to a professional team in Russia, you’re the last person he tells. Technically, he doesn’t tell you at all – it’s Kenma who does, blinking up at you from behind a curtain of his hair.
“I thought he’d told you already,” he says, voice as apologetic as you’ve ever heard it, which is to say apathetic, as always, but with a dash of sympathy mixed in.
“No,” you say, because there’s nothing else left you can say. “He didn’t.”
Kenma doesn’t say anything, shifting his focus back to his game. You take the moment he offers you to exhale, quietly. To resituate yourself around this new hurt in your chest.
“Does everyone else know?” you ask. Kenma lifts one of his shoulders up, a half-shrug.
“Maybe not his mom,” he offers. This is poor consolation, and both of you know it – Kuroo hasn’t talked to his mother beyond stilted platitudes in years, not since she uprooted her life and his sister and half his chest and taken it with her, leaving a husband, a son, and a house with too many rooms.
“So he’s gonna take it, then,” you say. Kuroo is a lot of things – mercurial, bright, a pain in the ass when he puts his mind to it – but everyone knows that first and foremost, he’s a volleyball player. You’d realized it for yourself, back in your first year of university, when one of your friends had dragged you to a match and you’d spotted him, arms outstretched, fingers splayed and braced as if he thought he could hold a sun in his hands. When he’d landed, you’d caught sight of his grin, almost too large for his face.
Ah, you’d thought. So this is what it means to love something.
The next morning, at your eight-thirty introductory economics lecture, you’d shuffled in and put your head down on the desk, drifting closer and closer to sleep every second. 
Then the person behind you had poked you, hard, and you’d let out a half-scream, jolting up in your seat in a way that made every single person in your lecture hall, including your professor, look at you.
The person behind you had started laughing – an ugly laugh, cackling like a hyena, the kind of laugh that made you want to join in, despite your burning embarrassment. You’d swiveled around to face him as the professor resumed his lecturing.
“What is wrong with you,” you’d hissed. It was the boy from yesterday– the middle blocker with the awful hair.
He’d raised his hands up in surrender, although there was still a crooked grin on his face. “Sorry, sorry,” he’d said. “Just was wondering if you had a pencil.”
“You know,” you’d said, fishing one from your bag. “There are easier ways to ask people for a pencil than giving them heart attacks.”
You’d passed the pencil to him, and he’d given you a jaunty little salute with it, one that made your lips curl up despite yourself. “I’ll keep it in mind,” he’d said, and you’d turned back around again, and that was that.
Except the next lecture, you’d arrived at your usual seat to find a disposable cup of coffee there, likely from the little cafe downstairs. You’d turned to the boy behind you, raising your eyebrows.
“As a thank you,” he’d shrugged, leaning back in his chair in a way you’d suspected was meant to be cool and casual. “And also so that you don’t keep falling asleep in lecture.”
“How do you know I’ve been falling asleep in lecture,” you’d said, a little grumpily, pulling the cup towards you and taking a sip nonetheless. It wasn’t your usual order, but it was drinkable, and if you were being honest, you’d need all the caffeine you could get.
He’d watched you take a sip of the drink, a pleased smile playing on his face. “I sit right behind you. I’ve seen you take a nap at your desk every single week.” 
“I’ll have you know that that’s just the posture I learn best in,” you’d sniffed.
“What, drooling?”
“I do not drool,” you’d said, haughty. “And even if I did, how would you even know? You’re such a stalker.”
“Harsh,” he’d whistled, although the smile didn’t leave his face. “I’m just observant.”
You’d rolled your eyes at him, swiveling around to face the front of the room as the professor began his lecture. And if you’d managed – for the first time this entire semester – to make it all the way through without falling asleep, well, that was nobody’s business but your own.
The next week, another cup was waiting for you. 
“You know,” you’d said, “I think you’ve repaid your debt from the pencil in full.”
“Oh, this isn’t about the pencil,” he’d replied. “I didn’t get the right order for you last week, did I? I wanted to try again this time.”
You’d blinked at him. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Kuroo,” he’d said. “Kuroo Tetsurou.”
“Well, Kuroo Tetsurou,” you’d said, “did you ever think about just asking me for my order?”
“What’s the fun in that?” he’d asked.
The drinks kept coming, every week, without fail, ranging from plain to ridiculously extravagant. He still hadn’t gotten your order, although at some point during the semester, he’d migrated from sitting behind you to sitting right next to you, passing you stupid notes and doodling all over your notebooks.
The last lecture’s drink was wrong, again, although you kept drinking it anyways. “You should come hang out with me and my friends sometime,” he’d said, sudden, and you’d nearly choked.
“What brought this on?”
“I dunno,” he’d said, uncharacteristically shy, looking away from you. “You know when you meet some people and it’s just like, they’re meant to be in my life, so you have to try really hard to not let them go?”
“So making a girl scream during lecture is your idea of an ideal introduction,” you’d said, and he’d rolled his eyes, leaning over to lightly push at your shoulder.
“You know what I mean.”
“I saw one of your volleyball matches,” you’d told him. Suddenly you’d wanted him to know. “At the beginning of the semester. Before we’d met.”
He seemed to understand what you were trying to say.  “What’d you think?” 
“You must really love it,” you’d said. “Playing volleyball.”
“I do.”
“Well, then, Kuroo-kun. I’ll come meet your friends, under one condition.” He’d raised his eyebrows at you, expectantly.
“I get to tell you my coffee order,” you’d said. “Some of these drinks are becoming downright disgusting.”
“You drink them anyway,” he’d replied. “But I suppose that’s a fair trade.”
You’d grinned at him, and he’d grinned back, and it’d all gone from there. 
You’ve known since you started talking to him that Kuroo is a natural at getting people to orbit around him. He draws people near – crooked grin, warm eyes, quick wit – and then holds them there, at arm’s length, never quite letting them get any closer. You’d thought, perhaps, that you could be an exception to this. That he’d seen something in you that was enough for him to want to let you in. To pull you close. The thing is this: in your heart of hearts you are a romantic, and to you Kuroo has always been a little like the sun, like tilting your face towards the golden wash of afternoon and remembering, soft and gentle like falling into something, So this is what it is to love.
“I don’t know,” Kenma says, and you look at him looking at his game. He is, out of anyone, the most likely to understand how you feel: the air knocked out of you, leaving you gasping and breathless . But he has the reassurance of more than a decade of friendship behind him, built on neighboring houses and the squeak of shoes on a gymnasium floor. Some days you feel like what you have with Kuroo is fragile and insubstantial, playing-card houses on a precarious surface. Like if he left he’d take it all with him.
“Of course he’s going to take it,” you say past the lump in your throat. “He’d be an idiot not to.”
Kenma doesn’t say anything, but the little sound effects from his game pause. He blinks up at you through his bangs.
“We should throw him a party,” you say. “Or something. To celebrate.”
“If you think that’s a good idea,” he says, noncommittal. 
There is an ache in your chest and you think that once you leave Kenma’s apartment you won’t be able to stop yourself from crying. “Of course it’s a good idea. You know how much Kuroo loves having everyone he loves in one place.”
“That’s exactly the thing,” Kenma murmurs, but you don’t hear him, already pulling out your phone to make a list.
“Invites, decorations, food… Oh! Kenma, do you think Kuroo would like it if we made him saba? Or went out to a restaurant that specializes?”
“Probably,” he says. The game resumes. “He’s always going on about doca-something acid.”
“Docosahexaenoic acid,” you correct absently, scrolling through a list of nearby restaurants. Kuroo’s talked about it enough – and despite your better judgment, you’ve listened to his rants enough times – for you to remember the name in full. 
You miss the look that Kenma gives you, exasperatedly fond.
It turns out that Kuroo knows a lot of people. Even more than you’d thought. There are the guys that he plays with on the volleyball team, of course, but then there’s also his other business major friends and the other undergraduates who work in the same lab that he does in his free time (because of course he’d be the type of person to do that.) Then there’s the neighbors he’d had freshman year and still miraculously keeps in touch with, and the ones from sophomore year. Then Kenma casually mentions that Kuroo still frequently talks to everyone from his volleyball team his third year of high school, and you have to beg him to let you use his phone and ensure that everyone from there will be able to attend.
Then there’s the issue of getting enough food: you know from prior experience that volleyball players can eat, and there’s a part of you that worries that the budget you’ve scraped together from whatever your friends managed to donate won’t be enough for one of them, let alone the stampede you’re about to invite into your apartment. And besides, there’s decorations to think about, and maybe a present for Kuroo, and maybe it would be cute if you could get one of those places that rents out cats to send over a couple – do those places actually exist or was the whole thing just a stress-induced hallucination? Either way, the stress of budgeting is enough to make you understand why Kuroo had succumbed to his base capitalistic tendencies and become a business major. You’ll never be able to make fun of him for it again.
Kenma solves this problem readily enough, extending a credit card towards you with barely any hesitation when you mention it in passing.
“Stop stressing out,” he mutters. “It’ll be okay. Kuro’s not the kind who’d care about things like that.”
You blink at him. He determinedly avoids your eyes. “Kenma,” you say. “You know what I have to do, don’t you.”
He sighs, setting down his game. “If you must.”
You launch yourself at him in a bone-crushing hug, and although you hear him click his tongue at you, you can also feel the way his hands come up to rest on your back, soft and steady. 
“He asked me if I’d seen you around recently,” Kenma mentions when you separate.
“What did you say?”
“Said you seemed busy. He said he hadn’t seen you and was worried he’d done something.”
There isn’t much to say back to that. You busy yourself by picking at one of the threads in your shirtsleeves.
Kenma says your name. 
“I know,” you say. “I know. I just – I don’t know.”
Kuroo has many smiles, you know. There’s the one when he’s trying to get a rise out of someone, lazy and lean. There’s the one when he sees a cute animal or a small child or the old lady you always run into the market, the one that reminds him of his obaa-chan. There’s the one he gets when he sees you, sometimes, and doesn’t realize that you’re seeing him back, small and fond in a way that makes you a little afraid, sometimes. At the enormity of it. At how fragile it seems, some days. At what it could become, if given the chance.
And there’s the one he has when he’s playing volleyball, the one that makes his eyes go all squinty; the one that’s a little too large, just on this side of feral, because he’s so happy that he doesn’t remember to think about things like presentability and not scaring the people around him, both on his side and the other side of the net. The one he has when he hits a kill block, or a no-touch ace. 
You don’t think you could stand to take that from him.
“I’ve just been busy. With the party planning, and all,” you finish, meekly. You know he knows you’re lying. Still, Kenma doesn’t push.
“If you say so,” he hums, turning back to his computer. “It seemed like he missed you, though.”
You hate yourself for the small spark of want that blooms in your chest. 
Kuroo Tetsurou, in another life, could probably be yours. You’ve seen the way his ears turn red sometimes when you press a little too close, thighs close enough to be touching at one of the tables of your favorite izakaya. You know he knows your favorites the same way that he knows his own, know that in his head there’s a file of nothing but his knowledge about you, filled to bursting. You know that there are days, hours, moments where his touch lingers on your wrist, your cheek, the back of your arm – never long enough to presume, just long enough for you to notice.
In this life, you’ve seen the way he plays volleyball clearly enough to know that he loves it. That in terms of paths, this is probably the most natural one for him, as easy as breathing. That the world is so big and he deserves to go out and see it, that he’s growing up and some days you feel in your bones that he’s leaving you behind, in the same way that you’d left behind the yellow rubber rainboots you’d adored as a child, outgrown and overworn.
You busy yourself with party planning, so that at least everyone except Kuroo knows that you have a valid reason for ignoring him. Once the budgeting crisis is averted, things go surprisingly smoothly: money really does make the world go round, you think, in a rare moment of reflection between arguing with the caterer and double-checking that you have enough chairs in your apartment.
It’s good, to keep busy. Drowns out your heartbeat in your ears. He’s leaving, he’s leaving, he’s leaving. He’s leaving and you’re not gonna even ask him to stay.
The day of the party is bright and clear, because the universe loves Kuroo in the same way that you do. Bokuto – one of Kuroo’s teammates, and one of your favorites out of all of Kuroo’s teammates (although you’ve long maintained that it would be difficult for Bokuto not to be anyone’s favorite) – is tasked with distracting Kuroo for the day, then leading him to your apartment. This is a good plan because Bokuto is, himself, easily distractible, and Kuroo is, more often than not, perfectly willing to go along with Bokuto’s distractions. However, this is also a bad plan because Bokuto is, out of everyone you’ve invited, perhaps the second-most likely person to spoil the plans for the party. (The first being Lev Haiba, naturally.) To counterbalance that, you’ve asked Akaashi Keiji, one of your juniors, to go along – he has a natural talent for keeping Bokuto in check, more so than anyone you’ve ever met. But you’d feel bad, leaving Akaashi alone to deal with the two of them like that, so to ensure your plan had the greatest chance of success possible, you convince (read: bribed) Kenma to go along with the three of them. Odds are good that he won’t do much to curb Kuroo and Bokuto, but you’re willing to hope that his presence will keep Kuroo from doing something completely insane.
Back in your apartment, you’re adding the last finishing touches to the streamers hanging in the doorway. Yaku, next to you, squints at the streamers. “They’re a little crooked,” he says.
You bite back your immediate response, which is to tell him that if you had a stepladder tall enough that he could reach you’d gladly go get it for him so he could fix them himself. Instead, you ask, “How is it, over there, Yakkun?”
“In Russia?” he asks, and you nod. He pauses, considering. “It was rough, at first.”
“But you got through it,” you say, voice coming out a little more desperately than you’d like. “You like it there now.”
“Yeah,” he says. “It won’t ever be Japan, but I think I can make it home. And Kuroo’s always been able to land on his feet, wherever it goes. I don’t think you need to worry about him, even if he does decide to take the offer.”
“Of course he’s going to take the offer,” you say. “Why wouldn’t he –”
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You take it out to read a text from Akaashi. Heading back, it says. Be there in three.
Hurriedly, you jam your phone back into your pocket. “Okay, everyone, places!” you call, watching with a critical eye as everyone tucks themselves away.
“Lev, that’s not gonna work. Hiding behind the lamp’s not gonna do much.”
“Idiot,” you hear someone – Yaku? – mutter, and you laugh a little despite yourself. Your phone buzzes again. In the elevator, you read, and hastily you dive underneath a table with one of Kuroo’s kouhai from high school – Fukunaga, you think – to hide yourself, just as you hear the sound of a key in a lock. 
“I just don’t understand why she’d ask you to take care of her plants,” Kuroo says as he steps through the door, sounding a little bemused. “I mean, I love you, bro, but I still haven’t forgotten what happened that one time –”
Three, two, one, you mouth silently, holding your fingers out where everyone can see them, then –
“Surprise!” you call out, stepping out of your hiding place. The others all scramble to follow, adding their own voices to the chorus.
It is, to your delight, one of the few times you’ve seen Kuroo properly surprised, enough that he actually staggers back a step, eyes wide. 
“What – how – when – what is this for?” he asks, directing his question to you, standing right in front of him.
“To say congratulations, Kuroo,” you reply. Suddenly your throat is a little dry. “On getting the offer.”
This time his eyes widen with realization – and maybe a little flash of guilt. He covers it quickly, though, and you’re left a little uncertain, like stepping on uneven ground. 
“So you didn’t actually ask Bokuto to take care of your plants,” he says instead, and you laugh. The sound is a little brittle in your ears.
“Of course not,” you say. “I haven’t forgotten that one time when he –”
“Did I mention we have cake?” Bokuto swoops in. “I picked out the flavor myself and everything. You gotta come see it. The lady at the store was so nice, though I don’t think she understand exactly what I was asking her to put on it at first –”
With a wry eye roll to you, Kuroo lets himself be dragged away. The rest of the partygoers take it as their sign to start mingling, and you let yourself fade into the chatter, becoming nothing more than background noise. It fits uncomfortably, now, where before it might have been a little more natural. Kuroo has always been good at creating space intentionally, whether it be for you or anyone else: a sly smirk for your eyes only, a joke directed towards you and you alone. It’s one of the reasons why you think everyone feels like they can fall into his orbit more effortlessly. 
Kenma appears by your side, unobtrusive as usual. “You should talk to him.”
“And say what?”
“Whatever you want.”
There is a want in your throat and it chokes you. I want you to stay. I know you should go. I’m terrified that I’ll never see you again, either way – if I made you stay and you resented it, if I let you leave and you loved it. 
“I’m worried that he’s getting bored here,” you say instead. “Like it’s not challenging him enough. Like he wants more.”
There are things that you’re willing to admit you can be slightly paranoid about: like putting too much of your heart on the table, like finding someone who loves all of you but the worst parts. Like loving someone and watching them start to resent you, like wanting to learn how to love in the right way but really only learning how to suffocate. And you know it’s possible that in this could be a combination of all those things, that rationally Kuroo knows better than anyone what’s his to keep and what’s his to give away. But you’ve known him for so long now, and there’s a part of you that likes to think you know him better than almost anyone in the world. It’s that part of you that insists you can see Kuroo Tetsurou getting tired, a little bit. He walks off the court with his head tilted back, eyes closed against the glaring lights on the gymnasium, far above. When he looms over the net, you think of it as less a state of being and more of a conscious action: a weary sigh. Another day at work. 
Kuroo Tetsurou, you think, is learning to want new things. To love new things. And that’s okay – that’s more than okay. There’s just a selfish part of you that wishes you could be there to see him through it. 
Kenma hasn’t said anything, staring at you patiently. You think you might throw up.
“I have to go,” you say, limp, and spin on your heel to slip out the back door. Somewhere behind you, Bokuto’s cheers rise above the din, followed by Kuroo’s cackling laugh. It makes your chest ache a little, but at the very least it provides you with some cover.
Your little apartment building stands at an intersection between two streets. Turn right and you’ll get to the park with the stray cats, the ones who’ve started coming around more frequently now that Kuroo has started showing up (now that Kuroo has started bringing them treats, although he denies it every time you bring it up.) Turn left and walk far enough and there’s a little embankment that slopes down to a river. Sometimes in the mornings joggers will pass through the area, but in the dead of the night like it is now the grassy slope is deserted. You sink down onto it, ignoring the way the cold sinks into your skin.
Part of you wants to cry. Most of you is glad you aren’t: can’t, maybe, or won’t. 
You tell yourself the grand lesson in this is that you have to be better at letting go. That there is a lot that your hands could hold – a lot that your hands could want to hold, given the time. Given the opportunity – but not all of it is meant to be held by you. That there is a whole world out there and tonight it feels like it’s slipping through your fingers.
Perhaps the grand lesson is just this: that loss exists. That wanting perseveres.
“Hey,” a voice says from behind you. You know without turning who it is, fingers tightening in the grass.
“Hey,” you say back.
“Can I sit?”
You wave a hand listlessly at the space beside you. “There’s space available.”
He settles in next to you, close enough that your thighs could brush if you were a little more careless, if you hadn’t been holding yourself strung tight and stiff.
“Why aren’t you in there?” you ask finally, when it becomes clear that he has no intention of saying anything, that he’s planning on waiting until you start first. “It’s your party.”
“Why aren’t you in there?” he counters. “You planned it.”
“It was a little loud,” you offer. “Was getting a little sleepy.”
“You weren’t there anymore,” he says. “Kenma said he saw you heading out.”
The words stick in the hollow of your throat, between your collarbones. You can feel them lodged there. “Kuroo,” you say, careful to not let your voice shake, “you can’t say things like that.”
There’s a hand on your knee, long fingers and broad palms spreading over your skin easily. His hand is warm. You direct your gaze down to it. His hand is big enough that it nearly covers your knee.
“Why not?”
“It’s not fair,” you say. “I know you’re not that stupid, Kuroo. You can’t go saying things like that when you’re about to leave.”
He says your name, sharp and soft.
“And of course I’m happy you’re going. I know you’re not happy – not as happy here as you could be. I know it’s an incredible opportunity. I know you deserve it, and you deserve every incredible thing that comes your way. Or at least – I want to be happy for you, Kuroo. I want to be able to give you that much, at least.”
He says your name again. It sounds fond enough that you gain the courage to look up at him. He’s looking right at you. The hand on your knee reaches for your jaw, instead, cradling it tenderly.
“I think I’m gonna stay,” he says. “And I’m sorry for not telling you about the offer earlier. I just – I didn’t want you to think I was leaving. I wasn’t even sure if I was, at first. But then I kept coming back to it – the fact that I didn’t want you to think I was leaving. Not at all, not even a possibility. It made me realize that – well. Russia would be incredible. But I think – I know – I would rather stay.”
The words take a moment to sort themselves out in your brain. Then:
“Kuroo, you can’t,” you choke out. “This is your dream.”
“It was,” he says. “For the longest time, it was. And I thought it was something I had to keep loving. Something that I had to pursue. Like I would be doing a disservice to the me I was when I was little, if I decided I didn’t want to follow the path I’ve wanted since I first started playing volleyball.”
You say nothing. There is a sun rising in your throat. You are afraid to let it go.
“But you know,” he says, thoughtful, “I think there is a difference between loving something and being in love with something.”
“Yeah?” you say. He reaches for your hand, flipping it over from where it rests in the grass so that your palm is facing upward. Slots his fingers through the gaps between your own.
“Yeah,” he says, squeezing once, twice, three times. “Like – I love volleyball, you know.”
“I know,” you say, because you do.
“But I’m in love with it here. With Japan. With the connections I’ve made, with the people who keep me here.”
“I’m glad,” you say, because you are, selfishly so.
“And,” he says, hesitant in a way that you’ve only ever seen once before, back when he was just the boy with the awful laugh and the ugly hair and who kept getting you coffee and getting it wrong, “I’m in love with you.”
And the sun, blooming over the horizon.
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こづめ + てつろう + コウタロウ + けいじ // TAG, YOU’RE IT ⠀ ༝ ༝ slasher!au ft. kuroo + kenma + akaashi + bokuto ⠀ ༝ ༝ 4.4k words ⠀ ⚠︎ final girl!reader, VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH(s), implied fem!reader but no pronouns used, reader's bf and friends are oc's! ⠀ — a fun camping trip! what could go wrong.
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you really wish you could pinpoint when everything went to shit. 
you could guess, sure. maybe it was when your boyfriend suggested coming to this hicktown, the promise of a campground for your friend group of four to have a wonderful, fun, and cool outing. maybe it was when his friend invited his new girlfriend - some girl from your college that talked too loud and popped her gum too much the entire car ride over. maybe it was when the lock to your cabin didn’t fully click into place. 
or maybe it was when your boyfriend slumped against the wall, his head cracked open with blood and what you could only guess was brain matter leaking freely from the hole. 
you should probably backtrack a little. think for a second. 
“does he have to bring his new girl?” you’re almost whining at this point, shoving the last of your bags in the back of the minivan your boyfriend, akio, thought would be perfect to rent for this weekend trip. 
‘so we can all ride together!’ he’d explained with a grin. you really couldn’t tell him no if you wanted. 
he hums in thought at your complaints, shrugging, “i mean he’s already invited her. he said she’s excited, too, i don’t wanna be the one to tell her she can’t come when we’re gettin’ him from her place.” 
you find it hard to believe that hana’s excited to be out in the middle of nowhere with bugs biting at her and no cell service, but you take the new addition in stride, “whatever,” you wave off, climbing into the front seat, "we’re getting chiyo and aya first though, right? they dislike her more than i do.” 
the twins, grouped nickname given to them by their brother and one bringing the parasitic gum-popping girl, have voiced their complaints about her coming more than once, but are ultimately shut down by said brother, riku. 
“mhm,” akio confirms with a thumbs up after he’s settled in the driver’s seat, offering you the aux as he starts the van. a passenger princess through and through, you start the playlist you’d carefully crafted days before - full of things everyone will enjoy, “then we’re gonna get hana and riku.” 
akio doesn’t miss the small thank god that falls from your lips, but he chooses to ignore it in favor of turning up the music.
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“i’m not really fellin’ this song.” hana leans over the center console to peek at what you have queued next on your phone, popping her gum loudly in your ear as she does. you grimace, but she doesn’t seem to notice while trying to decide herself what song to play instead. 
you lean away from her, head hitting the window with a small frown that barely disappears when akio’s fingers tangle with your own. 
“we’re like 30 minutes from the campsite, can you just sit down?” aya groans, happy to voice her distaste to anything hana does. to be fair, she’s been bouncing from seat to seat in the van, and you think it’s even been pissing riku off, if the way he grumbles a small yeah, please is anything to go by. 
you tune out any further argument while looking out the window, squeezing akio’s fingers with a small hum as you pass some dingey motel in the dingier town you’re passing through before you hit the woods, “if any bugs land on me or i see a snake or a spider, you’ll be able to find me there.” 
“the motel?” akio asks, grinning while glancing back in the mirror. 
“mhm,” you nod, sitting up slightly and stretching your legs as much as you’re allowed, “not dealin’ with that.” 
“we’re gonna be in the woods,” he reminds you with a laugh, “s’gonna be kinda hard to avoid all of that.” 
you shrug, “good thing that ‘no vacancy’ light was off.” 
“you’re funny.” he untangles his fingers from yours to squeeze your thigh instead, and the action leaves you smiling. 
and true to aya’s word, thirty minutes later you’re in the middle of the woods, in front of a pretty cabin akio rented on airbnb. hana complains before she’s even out of the van, swatting away invisible bugs that seemed to swarm her as soon as the door was opened. 
you do your best to ignore her, bumping hips with chiyo as you begin to remove everything from the van, “let’s have a fun weekend, yeah?” you offer with a small smile. 
chiyo returns it with a scrunched nose, “one could only hope.” and removes her two suitcases from the pile. 
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the first night was nice. riku might’ve made the damning decision to invite his annoying girlfriend, but he makes it up to the group easily by providing a surplus of booze, and the six of you get drunk off your asses and sleep until the middle of the next day. that saturday is filled with exploring around the cabin, walking down what trails were already there, and settling the next night off with a barbeque and sipping on what alcohol was leftover from the previous night. 
the second night does not end as nicely. 
you went to bed early. a headache, you think was your reasoning, probably from hana and whatever annoying habit she’d picked up for the day getting to you, but you woke up far earlier than intended. 
one look to your phone told you it was a little past midnight, and you chasisted yourself for not plugging in the device before laying down - the blinking red of 7% flashing at you from a day of taking lots of pictures in nature. there’s a crash somewhere in the cabin, the living room you think, followed by a scream that has you stumbling to your feet and almost tripping over the covers as they try to hold you down to the bed. 
hana’s holding what you assume to be her phone in one hand, pointing a finger at aya with a glare, “who the fuck gave you permission to go through my shit?” 
aya looks impassive as she shrugs, “shouldn’t leave your phone out. maybe then we wouldn’t know about daniel, 32, who likes long walks on the beach and, what was it chiyo, country music?”
hana’s cheeks flush, scowl deepening when she finally realizes you’re standing in the hall, “of course you’re up the second there’s something going on.” and as if god isn’t sparing her any chances, your boyfriend and riku stumble in through the front door, cheeks pink from drinking. 
hana’s eyes narrow between the three of you, before settling sweetly on her boyfriend (boytoy?), “riku, babe, i think we should head to our room. stinks in here.” she and aya share an intense glaring battle, before she clicks her tongue and saunters over to riku, who’s mostly being held up by akio. 
just as she snakes her hand around his waist, pulls him close, the door swings open again. it lets in the chilly night air, leaves you wrapping an arm around yourself with a furrowed brow. 
who the hell could that be?  
tall. objectively attractive with a sharp grin and dark hair, taking in each of you with enthusiasm. 
“um . . . do we know you?” 
chiyo asks, head tilting while the two boys turn to face the intruder. 
“me?” the stranger asks, mocking her head tilt, “no. not yet at least.” his grin is unwavering, and you decide then it’s unnerving, leaves a pit in your stomach when his eyes find your own. 
“who the hell are ya then?” akio straightens his shoulders, and despite being over the line of tipsy, stands tall. the stranger however, remains taller of the two. 
“is it a party in here or what?” someone behind you says, and you jump with a squeak when an arm wraps around your waist, a face you don’t recognize hooking their chin over your shoulder. gray and black hair finds way to your vision, and your body tenses before you’re shoving him away with a stumble. he pouts, slouching over, “thought a pretty thing like you’d be sweet.” 
“can we help you guys with something?” aya snaps, pulling you back by the upper arm so you’re a decent distance away from him, “this is private property.” 
the tall man from the door clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing, “maybe. we’re just here to have some fun.” 
two more guys walk in behind him, one shorter with a mix of overgrown bleached-blonde hair giving way to dark black roots, and the other a taller man with dark hair following in close behind. 
“is this a joke?” hana steps from riku, who’s looking just as annoyed as your boyfriend. 
“no jokes, ” the first guy who came in promised, “just wanna play a game with you guys.” 
“we’re not into games,” akio slurs out, “you guys should go ‘fore we call the cops.” 
this seems to make the stranger grin wider, holding out his hand behind him to his friends. the shorter one puts something in his awaiting grasp, and it’s like everything starts happening in slow motion. 
akio’s squaring his shoulders, getting ready to throw a punch, but the guy, without hesitation, is already swinging. except it’s not his fist that makes the contact - it’s a fucking bat. akio’s head turns with the impact, and the stranger takes another swing from overhead. it lands with a sickening crack, one that has akio stumbling backwards until his back hits the wall and he slumps over, fingers twitching once, twice, before stopping altogether. 
you don’t know who screams first - if it’s hana or chiyo - unable to process anything around you as you openly gape at your crumbled boyfriend’s form on the ground. 
“now,” the man with the bat wipes away a spot of blood that’d splashed to his cheek, “let’s talk about that fun, yeah?” 
riku takes a stumbling swing at one of them, but is ultimately knocked on his ass when his own hit doesn’t connect while they make their way further into the room. hana is the first to try and run out the door, but it’s slammed shut by the last guy to come in, steel eyes freezing her in place when her hands make contact with the doorknob. she stumbles away instantly. 
“let’s start with introductions, “ the bat man gestures to the couches at the center of the room, pulling a chair from the dining room to sit across from it. the slamming of another dining room chair on the ground has all of you scrambling to find a spot to sit while they find places in front of all of you, “‘m kuroo,” he points the bat to the one with blonde bits of hair, “that’s kenma,” to the one who touched you, “bokuto,” the final of the four, “and akaashi.” 
his head tilts as he looks at each of you squished on the sofa together, pointing the bat at the group and grinning when you recoil, “eenie,” he points it at aya, “meenie,” chiyo, “miney,” riku, “you.” stops on you, “tell me your names, pretty.” 
your eyes widen as you look between your friends. 
“u-um . . .” and you introduce everyone with hesitation laced on your tongue, looking at him for confirmation that you’re finished when you’re done. 
“and him?” he nods his head to akio’s body, smiles when your lip wobbles as you stutter out his name. 
“good job,” he praises, “now, we are gonna let you guys go.” 
hana visibly perks up at this, it’s not missed by the analytical eyes of the four studying your group. bokuto sighs from behind the couch, surprising both you and chiyo as he leans over the back of it and into your personal bubble again (when did he even move from beside akaashi?), “buuuut we gotta have some fun first.” he adds before kuroo can continue. 
“fun?” chiyo parrots with a squeak. you think you can make out a smile from akaashi. 
“fun,” kuroo confirms, “we’re gonna play a game. like hide and seek. you guys make it to the town that’s a few miles north from here, you win!” 
he almost sounds excited as he explains. 
“what happens if we don’t . . . make it?” aya asks with a frown. 
“good question, aya,” kuroo stands, pushing the chair back as he does, “we’re going to kill you, if we catch you. you’ll join your little friend over there.” 
you hear aya swallow hard. 
“what if we don’t play?” riku counters with a glare, “we can just stay here and you won’t get a hard on from chasing us.” 
“we’ll kill you here,” akaashi says easily, as if talking about something as miniscule as the weather, not about your life being held in the palm of their hands. 
“speaking of -” kuroo’s eyes flit over each of you, “seems kinda unfair to be a 5 v 4, huh?” 
you feel chiyo stiffen at your side from the implication, hand clumsily finding your own as kuroo towers over the five of you. 
“who should it be, kenma?” kuroo glances to his right, and kenma’s head tilts before he points. 
riku barely has the chance to stand before the bat is hitting him. he falls loudly to the center of the carpet, unmoving.
chiyo sobs, squeezing your hand, and aya wretches at the sight, vomiting over the side of the couch. you can only stare, wide eyed because surely this isn’t real. your boyfriend couldn’t have been murdered in front of you less than thirty minutes ago, riku’s not dead on the ground joining him right now, and these guys aren’t going to chase the four of you in the woods of some dense forest with such a minimal chance of escaping. . . right? 
chiyo’s fingers digging crescent marks into the back of your hand is what pulls you from that hope. 
“we’re gonna give ya fifteen seconds to get out of here-” kuroo starts, tapping riku’s back twice with the bat as if to ensure he’s down for good. 
you interrupt him before you can stop the words from spilling off your lips, “twenty.” 
“sorry?” kuroo’s brows furrow for only a second, before his head is tilting with a grin. 
“w-we get twenty seconds,” you ration, ignoring the way chiyo’s fingers are squeezing your hand too hard, “and we get to put on our shoes.” 
“you’re not really in a position to be making demands,” kenma comments impassively, but kuroo waves him off, closing his eyes for a second. 
“no, it would be a little unfair if we let them zip outta here like that. we’ll give you twenty-five seconds to put on your shoes and go and it starts . . .” he looks at kenma, who gives a thumbs up, “now.” 
only a second is wasted between the breath of his last words before the four of you are scrambling to stand. you have to drag chiyo up yourself, push her forward towards the door so she can slide on her shoes with shaky hands, and you’re following in suit as she’s opening the door. 
one of them hollers excitedly as you slam the door shut behind you, and your eyes meet kuroo’s just before the door shuts completely. there’s no comfort in the way he smiles, the way his eyes bore holes in your trembling form. 
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you’d been running for what felt like forever. 
somehow, you’d lost everyone in the dark - hana dipped into the right of the woods the second she was out the door, and aya and chiyo’s hopes of climbing into the van were crushed when they realized the tires were slashed, so the three of you made a dash following the dirt road that brought you here. one minute they were with you, the next you’re alone, and your legs were starting to ache from exhaustion. 
you freeze when a scream tears its way through the woods, echoing and desperate, but you don’t have a second to dwell on it when another body slams into yours. the impact knocks the wind out of you, and you almost scream until you fully realize who’s taken you down. 
hana winces as she looks down at you, tears trailing down her cheeks with her hand held tight to her abdomen, and it’s then you notice the blood. 
“t-the smaller one stabbed me,” she breathes out, a fresh wave of tears filling her eyes and spilling over her cheeks, “i didn’t even wanna come to this stupid trip.” she pushes herself off of you, sitting at your side. 
“we gotta keep moving, hana,” you whisper, forcing yourself onto your aching legs and offering her a hand to stand as well. 
she takes it with a frown, opening her mouth to say something before her eyes flit behind you. they widen for a second, before she’s shoving you back and stumbling away, ignoring your curse of her name as you fall flat on your ass. 
“two for one?” someone says behind you, you whip your head around as you see kuroo emerging from the dark of the trees, smiling with a tilt of the head, “s’a shame. kenma just went that way, too.” 
as if to confirm this, you hear a scream that has you cringing in on yourself. 
“now what to do with you?” he steps around you, crouching in front of you with his head still tilted, “you were quite amusing with that twenty second rule - and the shoes. no one’s ever demanded anything from us like that. i’d hate to end this chase when you’re at such a disadvantage.” 
his fingers tap the sole of your shoe, trailing up until his fingers brush against the skin above your ankle to poke there too, “you won’t make this boring for me, will you?” 
you dig into the dirt at your side with a frown, and he opens his mouth to say more, but you’re tossing the mix of twigs and dirt and leaves into his face before he can get the words out. he even laughs, when you use the leg his hands wrapped around to kick at his chest. somehow, miraculously, your other foot connects with his face while he’s distracted with controlling the first, and it loosens his grip enough for you to push yourself onto your feet and stumble away. 
you think you hear him laugh again as you disappear into the trees. you don’t stay long enough to find out what’s so funny. 
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kuroo was really enjoying this chase with you. 
they each took turns picking who they’d get to grab, and he was lucky enough to go first. 
but something about you was really driving him wild. and now, here you were throwing dirt in his face, kicking him right after hard enough to make his nose bleed. he wipes at the blood as it makes its way past his lips, metallic and warm against his tongue. maybe they could have even more fun with you together. 
don’t kill mine if you guys see ‘em. &lt;
b> :( 
k> you got something in mind with them?
you could say that &lt;
a> I just got mine. I can help you guys if you need. 
b> me pls !! mine’s slippery :( 
a> 👍
k> stabbed mine couple of times. she’s annoying  
just remember not to kill mine &lt;
kuroo shoves his phone in his pocket as the three bubbles pop back up, uninterested in whatever else his friends might have to say.  
he’s got a chase to get back to. he grins at the thought. 
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you hadn’t seen anyone in what’s felt like hours and you were fucking exhausted. 
your legs were begging you to just take a break, your lungs heaving painfully with each inhale you took, but the adrenaline in your veins spurred you on further. everything ached as you stumbled up a hill, leaning against a tree for support to use the height to your advantage and fuck, you could cry at what you saw. 
just barely in the dark, you can make out the asphalt of the road - and if you squint your eyes, you can see a little further down the road is the shitty fucking motel you were gonna sleep in, the no vacancy sign shining bright against the dark of the world surrounding you. 
but then someone’s grabbing you from behind, shoving your back against the tree you’d been using to hold yourself up. a scream rips itself from your throat, clawing at whatever skin your nails can come in contact with, but bokuto, you realize, only smiles and presses you harder against the tree. 
“i’m so close,” you whimper out, shoving at his face when he drops it too close to your own, stomping on his toes and really doing whatever you can to shove him away from you. you glance to your right and you can still see the neon lights from the motel’s sign, the streetlights keeping the hicktown illuminated, “please.” 
“kuroo’s gon’a be so happy i caught ya,” he leans down, nosing at your collar and inhaling despite you still struggling against him, “exciting since ‘kaashi got mine.” 
you feel him frown against your neck, fingers tightening at your shoulders where they keep you in place. he pulls back with a pout, “that’s not even fair, is it! what’s the point of pickin’ who we wanna go for if someone else is gonna get ‘em anyways!” 
you’re frozen at the implication of what ‘got mine’ could mean. the question of who dancing on your tongue, unable to voice it. 
bokuto straightens after a second, smiling down at you, and you never really realized how much bigger he was than you until now - all muscles that flex as he readjusts his grip on you, “now, let’s go meet back up with kuroo, yeah?”
it frightens you how easily he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder - and despite your desperate flailing, the way you kick and claw and scream, his grip never wavers. you can only watch as the red LEDs blink further out of sight, until the light that remains is eaten by the darkness of the woods that surrounds you. 
by the time he’s walking up the stairs to the cabin, you’re worn out, and you don’t fight it when he places you on the living room floor. 
riku’s no longer at the center of the carpet, and if you dared to look you’d see akio is no longer slumped against the wall as well. 
bokuto crouches in front of you, toying with a piece of your hair as it falls in your face, and you half-heartedly push his hand away when he laughs, “we’re gonna have lots’a fun with you, i just know it.” 
he stands when the door is pushed open again, akaashi walkin through the foyer, dragging a groaning riku in behind him. you stiffen at the sight of him, scrambling to stand only to fall back against the floor when bokuto pushes you down by the shoulder. akaashi, not so gently, pulls him until he’s laying in front of you, and you feel your fingers flex with tears welling in your eyes when he barely moves. 
“r-riku?” you whimper out.
you’re answered in the form of a groan, his eyes fluttering open before they close again as if keeping them that way brought him pain. despite the way your hands shake, despite being pushed down before, you move to his side to examine what damage they could’ve done to him. 
bokuto laughs again from your side, but doesn’t stop you from pulling him to you protectively, “look atcha, worrying ‘bout someone else’s skin.” 
akaashi clicks his tongue, but makes no comment as the door swings open again - kuroo and kenma walking in with dirt and blood staining their hands and clothes. kuroo ruffles your hair almost affectionately as he passes and you duck away from the contact with a frown. 
he looks away from you, whispers something to someone, but your heart beats painfully loud in your ears and you can’t hear much beyond your own breaths. kenma fiddles with an already blood-stained knife, twirling it between his fingers as he stares holes into your back. 
kuroo takes the knife from kenma with a grin, kneeling beside you and tilting your chin up with the blade, “you do good, we’ll consider letting you go.” his hand finds itself at the nape of your neck, keeping you in place when you shy away from the metal. 
“w-what?” 
“you’re gonna kill him,” his eyes flit from your own to riku’s body lying beside you, then he’s turning the blade so the handle is facing you instead, pushing it into your hands, “it’ll be easy once you get past the first stab.”
your hands tremble at the weight of the knife, shaking your head with tears spilling over your cheeks, “no . . . no, i’m n-not gonna-”
kenma groans from behind you, and you flinch at the sound, closing your eyes as if that could make everything happening come to an end. 
“they’re not gonna do it,” akaashi says boredly, moving behind you to somewhere else in the room, “told ya.” 
“i think they can!,” bokuto adds, “they’re just scared of the first step.” 
kuroo’s staring at you like he wants to eat you, like you’re stepping in the maw of a wolf and his teeth could sink into you at any second from the way he grins, “you’re right. first step is the hardest.” 
his fingers wrap around your own on top of the handle, long and precise as he maneuvers you with his chest against your back, his arms surrounding you until all you can feel is him. it’s suffocating. he leans down, breath hitting the shell of your ear as he whispers, “let me help you.” 
and he lifts the knife above riku’s body, and despite your protests, despite the way you fight against him, to try and squeeze your hand out from under his, the knife still lands right at the center of his chest. you’re sobbing with new vigor now, body vibrating when kuroo lets out a genuine hearty laugh.
he holds you upright as you curl in on yourself, numb. you so desperately want to fall. collapse, cold and lifeless just like riku. a nasty jolt snaps you back to reality. kuroo´s shaking you out of your stupor, his pupils dilated to the point where his eyes look black. he holds you vice-tight, cradling your head as you cry, your tears dampening his shirt. proud? maybe.
“now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
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❥ 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮���𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨
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ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.9𝙠, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚!𝙖𝙪, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 (𝙥𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚), 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝/𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩), 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨), 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 (𝙞 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚, 𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙙), 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 & 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙥 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜! | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞
✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺! ༄
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Distracting Kuroo while he's studying to get a heavy weight off his shoulders.
You came back from class, wanting to relieve stress with none other than your favorite person on campus, your boyfriend Kuroo. But an hour has passed and he's done nothing but type away on his laptop.
"Tetsu'" you pout, laying beside him who's sitting upright on the couch. He simply hums to acknowledge you and you almost gasp at his audacity. "'m bored." you sigh, crawling over to him and placing a peck on his jawline. "No you're not." he says, eyes stuck on the screen in front of him. "You're horny." You shoot him a glare, sitting up on the heels of your feet. "If you know why don't you do something about it?" You glance at his screen, looking at the paragraphs on top of paragraphs he's been writing. The assignment is due no time soon, he just wanted to have his hands free for the rest of the week.
"I told you I'd finish first, baby." Your brows unfurrow as he finally looks at you sympathetically, leaning in to place a soft peck on your pouty lips. He goes to pull away but you lean in, taking him aback as you use tongue. He's hesitant but indulges you, letting you suck and nip at his lower lip. Before you can get carried away and wrap your arms around him, he gently bites your lower lip, slowly releasing it as he pulls away from you. "Needy." he says before resuming his typing.
It took his entire will power to pull away from your lips but he wants to get his work done. You know he'll reject all your efforts therefore you have a strategy. Kuroo gets up and goes to his desk, believing it'll help him focus better. You let him get some work done for a bit, letting the minutes go by to avoid suspicion. You know he's smart, therefore you have to be careful. Once at least 15 minutes go by, you return to your beloved yet stubborn boyfriend. "Hey, baby." he says softly, the sounds of the keys being tapped is almost as loud as his voice. You lean down, planting a kiss on his cheek before moving away.
You go down on the floor, crawling underneath Kuroo's desk until you settle between his legs. He looks down at you for no more than a split second before returning to his assignment. You simply lay your head on his lap, looking at your manicured nails as you wait to execute your plan. He doesn't think much of what you're doing, reaching down to smooth your hair back for a moment which you smile at appreciatively. But that's not what you're here for and you can't let his cute actions get the best of you.
Your nails drag down his clothed thighs, rubbing, squeezing at the muscle. You play coy just a bit more before tracing the slight bulge on his pants, wanting to make it more prominent. "Y/N." he says, feeling the way you rub him through his sweatpants. "Yes, baby?" you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as your hand continues your mischievous movements. You give him a squeeze, causing his legs to jump and you can't help but giggle.
"Can I, Tetsu'?" you whine, pawing at him through his sweats and messing with the waistband. "I'll be good, just wanna keep it warm." you lie. He looks down at you, deadpanning before he gives in with a sigh. "Just gonna keep me warm, right?" he confirms and you nod, a smile adorning your lips. He lifts his hips slightly and your eyes practically sparkle as you watch him pull down his sweats and boxers, just enough to release his already half-hard cock.
You take it eagerly into your hand, placing a kiss on the underside of his cock. You look up at him, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he types away, a lot slower than before. You lick up his length until you reach his tip, giving him a small suck that makes him curse under his breath. "You said-" "I know." you whip back, rolling your eyes. You take him into your mouth, taking him halfway down your throat. He's big of course and if it weren't for how many times you've already had him down your throat, you would've been struggling.
He groans as you involuntarily swallow around him, taking him further. But you decide to keep your promise for now, keeping him deep in your mouth and not bobbing your head. Kuroo groans quietly, hips bucking up slightly before moving his curser on his laptop. You look up at him, watching his middle finger glide on the pad. You hum low in your throat, sending vibrations through his cock. Saliva begins to build up in your mouth, making everything hot and wet and now Kuroo's wondering if someone cranked up the temperature.
Feeling your mouth on his cock is overbearing, making him take off his shirt and take a deep breath. He moves to save his work before panning his laptop down to 45°. "Baby, c'mere." he rasps, moving his chair back. You release his cock from your mouth with a pop before leaving your spot, climbing up onto Kuroo's lap. "Missed you so much." you whisper against his lips before pressing yours against them. You gently suckle on his tongue, tenderly scratching at his scalp as you make out. His cock aches against you and he doesn't know how much he can take it.
"Want your cock back in my mouth." you admit, nose brushing against his. "Go ahead, pretty." You climb off his lap, settling between his legs as you sit on the heels of your feet. You stroke him as you suck on his leaking tip, the precum on your tongue making you hum against him. You suddenly take him all the way, his hips bucking upwards into your mouth. He huffs out a 'fuck, baby' before slowly grinding upwards, enjoying the sensation of your tongue moving around his girth. You let him slowly fuck your mouth, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he groans softly. "Feels so good, pretty. So fucking good." You don't even know if he's talking to you directly anymore as he begins to ramble, but you gush at his words, literally. You can feel your arousal soaking the thin fabric of your panties as you swallow around him, not realizing how turned on you were until now. You take him out of your mouth in favor of stroking him, looking up at his flushed face as you lick the head of his cock.
You watch the way his chest starts to heave, his grip on the handles of his chair tightening as you stroke him faster. It doesn't last for long though as he grabs your wrist, stopping your movements. He pulls you up and back into his lap, eager lips on you instantly. "Testu'" you moan out as he picks you up, hungrily kissing you the entire time as he walks over to his bed. He let's you down gently which you appreciate but it doesn't last for long as he yanks your shorts and panties down and you swear you hear fabric rip.
"Need you, baby." he says, rutting his cock against your pussy. "Didn't you have that assignment?" you taunt, closing your legs. He shoots you a glare as he forcefully spreads your legs, slapping his cock against your cunt. You bite your lip, feeling the heavy weight of his dick against you. Kuroo leans down, muttering against your lips. "No prep?" he asks, thick head already pressing against your hole that clenches around nothing. You don't think too much about the consequences of that as you nod, just wanting to feel him inside you. However, once his tip enters your pussy, youre gasping, gripping at the sheets. Kuroo nudges his hips forward slightly, feeding your greedy pussy an inch of his dick. "Tetsu', too much!" you whimper, wrapping your arms around him. "'ts barely the tip, baby." he chuckles, kissing you comfortingly. With each inch that goes inside you, your nails dig further into his broad back, already covered in your marks.
It's not until he gives you the rest of his cock suddenly that you scratch down his back, making him groan into your mouth. "Fuck, careful, princess." he mumbles against your quivering lips, taking both of your hands and pinning them above you with one hand. The room fills with sounds of your squelching cunt, trying its best to take Kuroo's cock. It's accompanied with the movement of his bed and small grunts shared in the same air and you're sure the owner of the dorm on the other side is getting suspicious. He hits that spot deep inside you that makes your vision blur, crying out cutely against his lips. You can barely kiss each other back anymore, simply sharing pants between each other as he fucks you with vigor. Your thighs quiver against his body as you feel yourself get closer to coming but he practically stops, chest pressed against yours.
"Tetsu'" you mumble, not being able to speak another word as he shuts you up with a kiss. He pulls away to give you a dopey grin. "Just missed you." he breathes, looking down at you with adoration. Your breath hitches at his words and his hips move slowly and shortly as he feels you clench around him. It was a short sweet moment but the way he looks down at you, just admiring you makes your heart and your pussy flutter. "Stop talking, you'll make me cum." you pout, looking away from him. He giggles at just how silly and adorable you are, kissing your jaw, your cheek, and then your lips once more. "That's the plan, baby." he says as his thrusts pick up pace again.
"Feeling you cum on me, those cute noises when you do." he groans, his grip on his sheets and your wrists tightening. "That pretty fucking pussy clenching on me, fuck, I need it." You whimper at his words, rutting your hips up against him as you chase the feeling you so desperately want. "Gonna cum in this cute pussy too, baby, you want that?" You nod eagerly, writhing beneath him as you feel his cock throb, just waiting to fill you and make you all warm inside. "Say it, tell me you want it." Your words have just as much as an impact on him and you can't wait for the euphoric bliss you'll both feel in just a few moments.
"Please cum in me, Tetsu'. Wanna cum with you." He mumbles out a small 'fuck' before pounding into your pussy, the sounds of your cries being music to his ears. He wants to release his grip on your wrists in favor of holding your waist but he can't, knowing how fierce your nails are. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, legs trembling as your orgasm hits you like a thousand bricks. Your hips buck up at the stimulation and the beautiful sight below Kuroo has him shooting ropes of cum deep inside you. With each spurt, he gives one hard yet slow thrust, causing you to gasp softly each time. He gives you one final thrust before collapsing on top of you, head buried into your neck.
You calm your breathing before bringing a hand to Kuroo's hair, smoothing it out. He lifts his head simply to kiss you, wanting nothing more than to be close with you in every way possible. "Tetsu', your assignment." you mumble sleepily against his lips. "Fuck that paper." is all he says before nuzzling his face right back into the crook of your neck.
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𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩
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CUDDLE BUDDY — KUROO
chemistry is stupid and it can wait >:(
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"Fucking fight me."
"What?"
"Fight me!"
"...Babe, you're staring at a sheet of paper—"
"If I want to throw hands with a fucking element, I will, you can't tell me what to do!"
Your boyfriend bursts into giggles at the thought of you fighting a single atom of hydrogen, falling on the floor, and lying on the pillows that surround the two of you. Okay, so maybe your study session isn't going quite so well, but isn't your fault empirical formulas didn't make any sense.
The two of you yawn in unison before you look at each other and burst out laughing again.
“Don’t you have to go home soon?” Kuroo asks, a lazy grin on his face as he hugs his pillow, burying his chin into it.
“Nope!” You wave your hand, “My mom said I could stay over today.”
“Oh hell yeah.”
"What, you want to do something with me tonight?" You tease, your mind wandering, maybe after you finish your homework you can beat his ass in Mario Kart, or maybe you can go get ice cream at the new shop next to his house.
“Something along those lines," Kuroo's smirk grows wider, "Maybe I’d like do something to you—"
The boy doesn't get to finish his sentence before he gets smacked with a throw pillow, sending his face jerking to the side as the pillow flings across the room.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Jeez!" Kuroo yells between wheezes and laughs, "I just wanted to take you on a date is all— at the ice cream shop that just opened."
You roll your eyes, smiling as a hint of heat appears on your cheeks. The fact that you two thought the same things and the way that you’re both so alike is the reason you started dating in the first place. Tetsurou Kuroo just gets you.
"...Among other things— stop— wait, I'm sorry!" He brings his hands up in defense to shield his face as you threateningly hold up another pillow.
"Say that again and we'll see if your head is still going to be screwed onto your stupid neck by tonight."
“I'd be into it.”
“Oh my god, you're disgusting.”
Your boyfriend makes a noise, a half-pout, half-smile playing on his lips as he leans forward; his knees fall onto the floor, his hands stabilizing him as he whines, "You're too cute when you get flustered, I can’t help myself."
You feel your cheeks immediately heat up, your lips involuntarily curling into a small smile. That’s before you smack him to the side of course, your hand hitting the side of his fluffy hair and sending him to the blankets below you.
"What the fuck— why do I even date you?!" The man shoots up indignantly, the small pout that you love so much forming on his face as he crosses his arms in the most adorable manner, "All you do is be mean and hit me!"
"And you still love me, I wonder what that says about you.” You smile at him, and Kuroo looks grumpier than usual. He turns away from you in an act of defiance, scooching away from you and dragging the blankets with him. It shifts far enough that you can feel the carpet of his floor, and you roll your eyes.
"Awwww, I'm kidding," you pat his back in comfort, your hand bringing his face to look at your own, his face lighting up as you smile at him sincerely, “I need you to help me pass chemistry this year."
Your boyfriend groans and faceplants into the pillows below as you laugh, petting his soft, black hair and massaging your fingers through it. No, you’re not only dating the man for his prowess in the subject you despise so much, but it definitely helps that he’s far better at chemistry than you’ll ever be.
“You’re such a baby,” you lift his face up before placing a kiss on his lips, “I love you, Tetsu.”
“Love you too,” he innocently smiles at you, but you can see the hint of mischievousness that hides behind his eyes, “...but you know what I love more?”
You pull away, your head cocking to the side in confusion, “What?”
"If you actually got above a C on a chemistry test.”
It's your turn to groan now, falling onto his lap and burying your head into his lower thigh.
“I think you hate me.” You groan miserably, “And I think chemistry does too.”
“Oh my god, your observation skills are getting better?" He smiles with mock excitement, "The labs are doing well for you!”
“Shut up!”
“It's because I'm your lab partner, isn't it?" He leans on his side, his smirk covered by his palm, “Am I influencing you?”
You glare up at him before one of your arms lunges past the man and grabs the pillow behind him, pulling it back and whacking him on the head before making a run for it.
Fuck. You immediately regret everything.
“You’ll never catch me alive!” You scramble down the hallway in a panic as your boyfriend, getting over his shock and confusion, begins to clamber his way out of the comfy haven the two of you had made on his carpet floor.
Unfortunately for you, you decided to date a 6-foot 2-inched (he likes to round up) volleyball captain who runs just about 20 million miles a day.
You just barely make it to the kitchen, your fingers using the counter as a stop as you almost run past it, ricocheting yourself to the other side before two hands clamp around your waist.
A shriek escapes your lips as Kuroo turns you around and throws your body over his shoulder, heaving at the short-paced chase that just occurred.
“Let me go!” Your fists rap against his lower back as your legs dangle pathetically. It's your mistake to fall in love with a man whose lower back is apparently made of steel, and you care far too much for the teenager to accidentally aim poorly and find out if his balls are made out of steel too. You still attempt to struggle, though, rolling around like a wild animal on his shoulder before his arm clamps down tighter before you roll off his shoulder and onto the stairs.
I’ll get you next time asshole.
He carries you up the stairs, making his way back to his room as you shout protests, gently laying you down on the plush blankets on his floor. You stare from your destroyed pillow fort as he shuts the door, giving you a warning glare to not run out again.
“God,” he heaves out, “You troublemaker.”
You bristle.
“I’m sorry?”
He smiles, making his way to your side and laying beside you. Kuroo stays there for a moment before deciding that simply laying next to you isn't enough, turning your body around and hugging you.
“I caught you. I won.”
“Very unfunny.” You roll your eyes, reluctant to give in to him. You lay as still and as straight as a corpse, doing your best not to smile as he attempts to force your arms open, "You're not funny, Tetsu."
“I deserve a prize—” He breathes a huff of relief as you finally relent, allowing him to manually wrap your arms around his neck, “Don’t you think?”
"That's a bad joke—" You attempt to push him away again, but his vice grip doesn't allow you any room, "Unwitty. Uncomedic. Humorless. Dull, even."
His head burrows into your shoulder, pressing kisses into your neck as his legs lock around yours, cradling you and clinging to you like a koala. You can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his strong heartbeat almost as loud as the blood pounding in your ears.
“You’re so fucking touchy.” You mumble as the kisses reach the side of your jaw, trying to stay nonchalant.
“Would you like me any other way?” Kuroo snuggles into you, his nose brushing against your ears.
His arms and legs squeeze around you tighter and you feel yourself melt into him. You feel yourself breathe more slowly as you relax, your muscles losing tension as you lean into him, closing your eyes.
This is so much better than working on chemistry. This could be considered as your break, right?
“No. No, I wouldn’t.”
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“Sorry for coming late, sir!” Kuroo calls out apologetically to your homeroom teacher, bowing at a perfect 90° angle while you opt for a smaller bow.
You feel your face heat up as the rest of the class explodes with snickers and whispers at the sight of the two of you coming in late to class, frazzled but most embarrassingly, together.
You only stay in class for around 15 minutes before the bell rings and it's time for your next class.
“Did you really have to forget to set your alarm?” You complain, whacking Kuroo on his back and he lets out an exaggerated cry, “Everyone was looking at us!”
He shrugs, self-satisfaction written all over his face, “It’s not my fault you’re a great cuddle buddy.”
You're about to interject when Yaku comes running up to the two of you.
“Kuroo!” Kuroo jolts forward as Yaku grabs his shoulders, making him lean down, “Need help! Chemistry!”
You feel the color drain from your face as Yaku holds up the chemistry homework that you were supposed to do last night, due... today. In five minutes. Both you and Kuroo turn to each other.
“Fuck.”
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a/n: maybe i’d like chem more if kuroo was my partner?? like idk makes sense to me 🤷‍♀️ i wrote this like a year ago and did my best to edit it to my current writing style but idk i miss when haikyuu! ff was in such high demand. BRING THEM BACK 🗣
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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year
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Oml what about loser! kuroo thigh fucking bully!reader bcs she mad at him smth?
omg omg omg omg loser!kuroo being incredibly horny but reader is so pissed off him that she doesn't even want to give him a handy or let him eat her out sksksk
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words: 489 cw: fem!reader, intercrural sex/thigh sex, humiliation, crying, implied oral (f receiving) minors dni
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"please, please, baby i'm sorry," he rambles, tears streaming down his face as he says anything to feel the warm comfort of your cunt again. but you don't even acknowledge him as you scroll through tiktok.
that's probably the worst of it. you won't throw an insult his way, seemingly unfazed by the big man on top of you, folding your body in half as he desperately tries to get off by sliding his heavy cock between your thighs.
kuroo doesn't know what he did to be on the receiving end of your ire but it must have been bad enough if you weren't even looking at him. he offered to give you pleasure instead but you wouldn't let him shove his head between your thighs.
instead, you spread your legs for him and gave kuroo a look that said "you're lucky i'm giving you this," before turning your attention to your phone.
"i'll do anything, please i'm sorry," he whines, his thrusts getting sloppier. the touch of your skin does enough to get him off judging by the slippery mess he leaves between the plush of your thighs. but nothing would ever compare to the feeling of burying his cock so deep within you that he nearly passes out.
but you give him nothing except a bored sigh. not even a quirk of your eyebrow or a glance in his direction. you were letting him use you like a toy—something for kuroo to use to get off.
it pained him but also made him so fucking hard.
"oh my—fuck, baby," he gasps, pathetically wiping his tears away as he presses your thighs harder against his cock, increasing his pleasure. "please let me eat you out. let me fuck you. let me do something. it's not the same if i can't make you feel good too, baby...fuck!"
kuroo's cum covers your thighs and spills onto your stomach. for someone who complained about it not being enough, he was able to make an absolute mess of your lower half. his entire body shakes above you and he’s sure you can feel the stray tears hitting your skin.
“i’m sorry, let me—let me just make it better, please,” he breathes, head laying on your chest as he tries to collect himself. he’s so weak for your body that even your thighs can get him to cum that hard, how shameful.
but you don’t give kuroo the time to reflect. for the first time that night, he feels your hands on him. your fingers pull at his hair to push him away and show him the mess in between your legs. most of his cum dripped down to your pussy, painting it white with his seed.
your beautiful, haunting eyes bore into his and kuroo knows what to do without you uttering a single word. and suddenly all of the shame is worth it when he hears a gasp leave your lips.
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kuroovore · 2 years
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backseat
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nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1 k
pairing: tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader
content warnings: dom!kuroo, sub!reader, car sex, slight degradation
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his grip on your thigh hasn't loosened in the slightest since the both of you quickly left the restaurant. you had been enjoying a night out with your friends, when kuroo had suddenly decided to start teasing you under the table and then decided to pull you out of the restaurant, saying barely a word to your friends before dragging you away.
"kuroo slow down, your going way too fast." you beg, your eyes watching as the speedometer crept higher and higher.
"gotta get you home baby. can't wait any longer." he responded.
“kuroo please slow down, we don’t have to wait, just pull over.”
“pull over? as much as i want to, i can’t fuck you properly in the car, baby.” he said giving you a wink.
“well i wanna try it. i’ll do all the work.”
he then pulls the car over on the side of the road and turns off the headlights before climbing into the backseat, his legs spread and arms resting on the top of the backseats. he holds out his hand and you grab it, climbing over the console before making yourself comfortable on his lap, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.
"you'll do all the work, huh? lets see it then."
you stare at him with big eyes, taking in his ever so serious expression and grip the hem of your dress, raising yourself onto your knees, and pulling it over you're head. kuroo stares at you, biting his bottom lip as he stares at your bare chest, the only pice of clothing left covering you being your panties.
you reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, staring his toned abdomen as it becomes more visible. you reach the last button and move your hands down to quickly unbuckle is belt. once you toss his belt behind you somewhere on the floorboard, kuroo reaches down to unbutton his pants, and raises himself off the seat to pull both his pants and boxers down.
he gripped his cock in his hand, giving himself a few slow tugs before you grab it and run your thumb along his tip. you reach one hand down to pull your panties to the side and place his cock at your entrance before slowly sliding down onto him.
you move your hands to his shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright as you slowly grind your hips into his, eventually moving yourself up and down once you got used to his size. you moan as you find a rhythm that you think feels good and you look at kuroo who is staring at the place where the two of you are connected, licking his lips.
as more time passes, you feel your legs start to burn and you get tired of moving so much. kuroo feels your movements slow and moves his eyes to look at your worn out face, before you rest your head in the crook of his neck, whining as you try to keep moving.
"kuroo, please." you whine into his neck.
"keep going."
"please, kuroo 'm so tired. wanna cum so bad, please help"
kuroo sighed before moving his hands from the backs of the seats, resting one on your hip and putting his other hand on the side of your neck as you sat up.
"baby can't do anything without me, huh?"
you moved your gaze away from his, looking down, starting to feel a little embarrassed. kuroo moved his hand from your neck to grip your jaw and move your face back up so you were looking him in the eyes.
"want me to take over?"
you lazily nodded as kuroo's eyes grew darker, a smirk forming on his face.
"course you do." he growled.
he placed both hands on your waist and slightly pulled you up before bucking his hips upwards into you. your hands quickly move to his shoulders, one of your arms wrapping around his neck so you could hold yourself up.
your moans and whines grew louder and louder as kuroo continuously rammed into you while he groaned into your neck. he reached up to grab one of your shoulders and pull you back so he could see your face.
"look at me. don't look away or i'll stop, got it?" he said
you whined while nodding your head, words unable to leave your mouth as you felt your face get hot. kuroo chuckled while his eyes scanned all over your face.
"look at you, baby. so fucked out, huh? i thought you were gonna do all the work, now look at us. can't do any of this by yourself, can you? god, you must really love me fucking the shit out of you."
you let your head fall, unable to keep looking into kuroo's eyes. he was so right, but you didn't want to admit it right now and you were getting so tired.
"i said look at me. you want me to stop?"
"no" you mumbled.
"hmm? why not, baby? tell me."
"feels so good. please don't stop, please"
"yea, it does, huh?" he chuckled, smiling at you as your eyes threatened to close.
"you gonna cum?"
you nodded at him, a breathy "yea" being the only thing you could get out of your mouth. your grip on his shoulders tightened as you moved to rest your head in his neck, your body giving up on you.
kuroo moved one hand to place it on the back of your head as the two of you got closer and closer to your highs, louder groans and more curses leaving kuroo's mouth.
"kuroo, i-im so close."
"yea? cum for me." he whispered in your ear.
you moaned into his skin and his grip on your waist tightened as he shot his load into you, leaning his head back to rest it on the top of the backseat.
the both of you rested just like this until kuroo helped you back into the front seat before continuing the drive home, undoubtedly thinking about how he was going to get you to go for another round.
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junosmindpalace · 1 year
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unrequited love (& other clichés)
☾ ft. tetsuro kuroo
☾ sfw. kuroo starts seeing you in a new light.
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you and tetsuro have been friends for a long time.
so much so that he knows you like the back of his hand. he knows how to approach you on your darkest days, to know the phases of your life that you’re most embarrassed about. he knows what makes you tick, what motivates you to get up in the morning, your favorite shows and movies.
the opposite is true too, because you always know what to say when it came to his volleyball club, you know his routines by heart and when not to interfere with them. you know which of his guilty pleasures to hold over his head as blackmail in case you ever needed to (but sometimes indulging in them with him as well). 
something shifted in the way kuroo viewed all the things he knew about you one day. over time, he started noticing how he he looks for you more often than not in the crowds of his games, that your little mannerisms you were more than often unaware of made him flustered, that the friendly touches on his arm or shoulder sent shivers down his spine. 
you and tetsuro never really understood love.
more like never really understood the kind of love poets wrote about, the cliches, and whatever else it was that people seemed to find so endearing. the two of you look on at the students in your school who cuddle close together, who stare at each other as if they were each other's entire world, who whisper sappy words into each other's ears and just couldn’t understand the appeal. the corniness of it all made you and kuroo scoff and laugh. 
some people may say it’s because the two of you were jealous, because you were alone and insecure and unimpressive when it came to romance. but you had your friends and family, good school careers and of course each other; you were perfectly content. simply looking from the outside in brought you more joy than you think you’d get being in a relationship. 
you and tetsuro leaned toward one another exchanging giggles under your breaths as you overhear a girl fawn over a love letter she received from an athlete on the soccer team. this was routine. you never sought out couples to tease, but eavesdropping was practically irresistible.
“what a romantic.” you rolled your eyes as tetsuro chuckled and looked down at you, arms crossed against his chest.
“what? you mean you wouldn’t like someone calling you a light at the end of their dark tunnel?” and the sarcastic question made you break out into a new fit of giggles.
but as his feelings toward you shifted, so did tetsuro’s view on love. suddenly, he found himself yearning to experience a tender moment in the rain, to wrap someone up in his arms and spin them around, to exchange kind and loving words with someone he could call his. he wasn’t so quick to judge affectionate couples in the halls anymore, or people who would go on about their relationships whenever given the chance. he became sympathetic, almost jealous that others could experience those things with the persons they liked and he couldn’t. 
kuroo has known you long and well enough to know that you hate cliché relationships.
you’re sitting on the sidelines of the gym floor as you watch kuroo practice. this was also routine. he’d come over in between games and talk with you idly, a common topic being whatever sort of cheesy exchanges you had witnessed from your schoolmates that day. 
“you’re gonna laugh when you hear this. a girl in my homeroom got a massive bouquet of flowers addressed to her but the message was anonymous! just some corny message about meeting them after school!” you snickered as you recalled the events from the morning, your friend sitting beside you on the balls of his feet, arms draped over his knees. for the first time, he wasn’t joining in the laughter. 
he really doesn’t know why or when the shift happened, especially towards one of his closest friends. maybe it was when you wore your hair a little differently than you normally did. maybe it was when you ran up to him after a game, punching his arm and chest as he recoiled into himself telling you to cut it out like he always did after he won. maybe it was when he watched you sit side by side with kenma on the sidelines after practice, both of you immersed in the game he was playing on his console and his chest swelled up with a sudden overwhelming happiness. 
“maybe they thought it’d be romantic?”
maybe it was when he vented to you about some problems with the team and you talked him out of his doubts. maybe it was when you pulled an all-nighter helping kuroo make game-plans for the team. maybe-
you snorted.
“they always think it’d be romantic.”
tetsuro watched you in silence as you looked onward with a dazed smile. you have a hair out of place, and he wants to tuck it behind your ear, let his hand linger by the side of your face to admire your features. just like a cliché. 
your eyes shine under the gym lights, and tetsuro thinks they look gorgeous, that he can stare into them forever. just like a cliché. 
when did this happen?
“yo, kuroo! we’re starting up again!” 
he’s startled out of his thoughts, and you both turn toward shibayama signaling the beginning of the next game. you eyed your friend with a smirk before shoving him to his feet, him tripping as you did so. “go get 'em, lover boy.” 
tetsuro’s face curled into a look of disgust. “don’t call me that.” 
he spared one final glance in your direction before turning away and calling out ‘coming!’ in response to his teammate.
he let out a long sigh as he jogged toward the court. what the hell was he supposed to do? 
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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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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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