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JVA (Japanese Volleyball Association) officially issued a business card for Kuroo ♥️♥️♥️

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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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Nationals Semifinals - Women’s Category

Kuroo Tetsurou prides himself on being observant.

"Mine!"

The scream echoes through the volleyball court. The sound travels around the space like a bullet, piercing through. He can feel it with the buzzing on his ears, the prickling of his arm hairs, the taut of his abdomen. There's very little room in this large gymnasium for anything other than your voice.

Right behind the court, Kuroo watches you as you spread your arms out, demanding room and stopping other players from trying to take the ball. The high ball gets caught in your expert hands, landing perfectly on the spiker’s hand near the net. Setting on the first touch is a risk. He can feel a tiny bead of sweat on his own forehead.

Kuroo Tetsurou loves volleyball.

He's also an excellent student, son and grandson, captain.

To him, all those things are real. Concrete.

He enjoys the game itself, the tactics, discussing new plays, trying to defeat the competition, improve his team. Being a captain is also important to him and he does it well, comforting the players when all they need are gentle words and confronting them when a firm stance is demanded. And he takes care of them.

He also likes studying. The comfort of providing right answers to tough questions proves in and of itself enough reward to someone who's so analytical, observant, smart. Opening up a book, gathering knowledge, putting that to the test—it's grounding and, god forbid, fun for him.

He's also someone one can rely on. The way his obaa-chan dotes on him, his dad prides himself on calling him "his son". An excellent friend too, with the way he watches over Kenma, always concerned with the younger boy—his eating and sleeping habits, his ability to communicate with the other players of the Nekoma volleyball team. He's the caring kind and, if you ask his obaa-chan, has always been this way, ever since he was a little kid.

So, it makes sense that there's little room for other things. Like, say, romance.

Kuroo Tetsurou is observant so, naturally, he knows.

He knows about the girls who swoon over him, whether they confess it on the hallway, with a letter or even an onigiri atop his desk every Friday for three months. The ones who don't say anything are only being slightly less obvious. The flitting of their eyes, blushing of their cheeks, twirling of their hands—it all points towards something that he's, by now, on his third year of high school, well aware of.

Kuroo supposes it makes sense. He is tall, with an athletic, muscly build, even if his body is more towards the lean side. He can't fix his hair for his life, but the more obvious girls have already pointed out to him that it's part of his charm. Plus, he is genuinely nice and tries to get along with everyone, shining his smirk to whomever crosses his path. So, yeah. It makes sense.

Kuroo Tetsurou, however, finds it all too abstract.

Maybe because he doesn't have the time, maybe because this romantic inclination has never hit him. Being a child of divorce might also factor in.

Still, there seems to be no substance to it, though.

Not that he doesn't get it, because he does. He thinks some of his suitors are pretty, there's a poster of a sake ad with a particularly busty lady in the boy's clubroom that catches his eye and he is, after all, high-schooler. But it remains too abstract.

The volleyball club, his almost spotless track record as a student, his home life. That's real, that's concrete.

The opposing team strikes and the ball hits Nekoma's blockers, flying to the end of the court. His eyes are now watching you, sprinting with all your might to catch the ball from the libero, sending in flying toward the ace.

Kuroo Tetsurou feels tethered.

This is also real. The way he can feel himself grounded, glued to the floor, like his own weight could be enough to open up a hole underneath him. The strap of his gym bag weighs on his shoulders, his hand griping it until it pales, his fingernails piercing the fabric. He can't tell if he's breathing too fast or not at all. His heart sits heavy on his chest, watching you.

Nekoma's match point has turned into a rally and god, this point belongs to this team. He's been watching them for a while now and knows how much they've grown, how they've improved into this well-oiled machine, the most important piece being, of course, you. The new setter.

With a philosophy that focuses on receiving and connecting, the women’s team had been suffering in the past two years when its former setter graduated high school. The backup only played volleyball for fun and as such, wouldn’t and couldn’t lead the team to Nationals. Now, it's only natural that Nekoma would rely so much on a player that managed to turn their last bad years around and bring them back to the basics: connection.

One of Nekoma's wing spiker strikes, but the ball gets stopped by the blockers on the other side. The libero digs, barely managing to catch it with an underarm pass, sending it high up and towards the other team’s side. It’s gonna be an out, Nekoma will lose this point, he thinks. Then, she shouts your name.

Kuroo holds his breath as he watches you run from the front of the court, under the net and onto the other side, your sneakers squeaking when you jump off the ground. You look like you're flying, both hands above making their way to the moving ball. You're untethered, he thinks, feeling himself get heavier. You make a pass to a spiker coming from the back, catching the opposing team by surprise, ball landing heavily on the ground, finally claiming this long rally and, with it, the match.

He closes his eyes and exhales, his grip going slack. When he opens them again, you're on the ground looking up, breathing heavily, clenching your firsts. Then you punch the court and let out a scream, being followed by your teammates as they pile on top of you, the backups running from the back of the court to celebrate with everyone.

Kuroo Tetsurou prides himself on being observant.

Yet a part of him feels like he's only now seeing things clearly.

hello everyone, tis been a while been thinking about coming back for some time now and i have a few kuroo fics i'm hoping to publish this year. bear with me, as i have three ideas toying around in my head lol

as always, any feedback is appreciated.

hope you enjoy and stick around for the rest

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[taytak3syou]

”my love, i have a question” the man said as he walked into the room, a towel around his waist. you looked over at him from your desk, not letting his abs, which were dripping with water, go unseen. “hit me” you replied as he walked over to his dresser and started looking for something to wear. “is there a reason you have a pair of boxers on the bathroom floor?” he asked and your eyebrows furrowed and you looked over. “huh?” you said, in pure confusion. “there’s a pair of boxers on the bathroom floor, they aren’t mines. who’s are they?” he asked as he dropped his towel and started to put on his clothes. “babe, trust me, there yours” you tried to assure him. “no, they aren’t. i only wear calvin klein” he said as he was pulling up his sweatpants. “well i don’t know who’s they’d be” you said and you brought your attention back to your book you had to read for your next quiz coming up. “y/n, be honest. are they kenma’s?” the man said and you looked over at him, eyes slightly wide. “kuroo.” you said sternly and he chuckled, a smirk spreading across his face. “it isn’t funny, i told you not to speak of him in my house anymore. he’s a liar and a cheater and i don’t wanna hear his name” you said, as serious as you’ve ever been. if only you hadn’t had a boyfriend that made almost everything a joke. “i remember when you’d post a bunch of pictures of you two on instagram…” he said, now slowly walking towards you. “always saying how much you loved him, right?” he looked at you, right in your eyes. your eyes were filled with nothing but anger. “kuroo.” you said, your voice in a warning tone. he smirked as he stood right in front of you, looking down at you. “yes, ms kozume?” he said, the name just rolling off his tongue. you raised your hand to hit him but he knew exactly what he was doing, so he knew what you were doing. he grabbed your hand and placed it to your side. out of instinct, your other hand raised, only to be stopped and put in the same place. “there mines, l/n” he admitted and you rolled your eyes and took your hands from his grip and pushed him away, spinning back to your desk to continue reading. “go read a book tetsu.”

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[cozydaydreamss]

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[asena-graywolf]

Somnophilia

It was a hot summer night. You went to bed early because you had a stressful day. You came home so tired from work that you drank a glass of milk and threw yourself into bed without even having a chance to eat.

You slept with your head on the pillow. You needed sleep so badly that you could sleep uninterruptedly until the morning.

Unfortunately, a bad surprise from your husband woke you up from your sweet slumber.

Since the temperature exceeded 20 degrees even at night, you slept in an oversized T-shirt and only underwear underneath.

Kuro approached you from behind and took off your underwear while you were asleep. He checked with his fingers that your pussy was wet. Even in your sleep, you were always wet for him.

His palms gripped both of your hips, pulling down his shorts and pulling his hardened cock out of his boxer

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you sweetie" she whispered in his ear

Gently holding your waist, he straightens you to lift your hips a little more towards him.

He massaged his hardening cock and before long he shoved his huge cock into your tight cunt

The warmth, humidity, and wetness of your vagina drove him crazy when he got inside you.

“Ahhh! Y/n…” he muttered

Feeling the presence of a huge dick inside you instantly woke you up from your deep sleep.

You lifted your head off the pillow and jumped

“Huh? Kuro? What are you doing?" you said in a hurry

“Y/n, please baby. I need you so much. Help me"

"So you dare to fuck me in my sleep, at my most vulnerable"

"I am sorry. I needed it so badly, I couldn't stand it"

"Then fuck me hard"

You lifted your hips towards him and embed your head back into the pillow. As soon as you lifted your hips, you got slapped on the ass and Kuro suddenly started to fuck you at ferrari speed like a car on the gas pedal

The pillow you buried your face in suppressed your moans. Your muffled groans delighted Kuro. You discovered a different side of being fucked by your husband without being able to sober properly.

"Ah! Kuro fuck me!”

"How willing you are, ma'am"

You got another smack on the hip. Kuro continued to ebb and flow without a moment's hesitation.

Kuro's monstrous cock was widening your narrow cunt

“I have to widen your narrow pussy a little more, honey. Maybe I'll leave a baby there"

You were not yet in a position to welcome the idea of ​​a baby. Because you were just married. It hasn't even been a year since we got married.

“Ahh! Are you hungry? Don't worry. I will fill you with my semen, my beautiful wife. I'm about to cum"

“Cum now darling! into me”

“Shall I cum inside?” he made fun of you

“Cum inside me, Kuro!!”

You almost screamed and Kuro just shoved his whole dick in your cunt and stuffed all his hot semen into your womb.

He smacked your ass one last time as he was coming out of you and pulled away from you.

He cleaned himself and put his shorts back on.

You lower your hips and lie face down again. Your back ached from bending over. Had the same pain in your knees and legs

You were both out of breath. Kuro lay on your back, resting his head between your two shoulder blades. He tugs at the collar of your shirt and leaves gentle kisses on your back and neck.

“I know it was short, but do you think I was good enough?”

"Is it good? Just don't try well. You were great. Maybe you even left a baby inside me"

He got up from your back and reached for the empty space next to you. He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

“If I did as you said, I will be proud that you carry a piece of me in you”

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[yourstarvic]

Summary: Fate is a funny thing. Moments happen when you don't know their fate or on purpose. Meeting Kuroo outside of the palace walls, events accord that made him become your personal guard. But what happens when the cocky male helps you try and win another heart when you're only falling for him? And is he slowly falling for you, the crown princess? But was this fated? Or was it planned?

Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader

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Arriving at the estate, you glanced out of the window. Lights of the candles that peaked out of the manor windows illuminated with a soft halo. You felt yourself sighting up straighter, seeing how many were already inside based on the the line of carriages that surrounded the courtyard. Zoning out Lady Daphne’s voice, knowing she was only repeating the rules of etiquette you should need to follow. Turning to look at her, smiled at her, and nodded once. Which she only sighed, eyeing Kuroo with a silent tell to watch over you. 

With the carriage coming to a halt, Kuroo easily maneuvered to open the door and stepped out quickly. As a gentleman that he became for the evening, Kuroo extended his hand out, assisting Lady Daphne gracefully out of the carriage. With her out, Kuroo repeated the same action to you, keeping his eyes away from your eye. Sucking you lips, an uneasy feeling swept through you as you felt squeezed with pain as Kuroo refusal to look at you. 

Did he really care what you thought of him? No, he didn’t, you thought quickly. With the guilt leaving your bones, you accepted his helpful hand and stepped out of the carriage. Taking a few steps, you ignored Lady Daphne’s presence next to you, you ignored her voice ringing in your ears, you ignored Kuroo’s presence behind you, you ignored the feeling of wanting his comments, you ignored it all. Your eyes closed, you though back to the Lady Daphnes teachings. You felt everything went silent, body still as you prepared for a long evening. Taking a deep exhale out of your mouth, it was as something inside you switched. Opening your eyes, your head held high, shoulders rolled back, hands in front softly overlapping one another, you now became The Crown Princess (Y/n) of the Quixotic Kingdom. 

Overlooking your should, your voice stern and modest, the twinkle in your eye gone and lips at a thin line, avoiding all amusement, “Shall we?” Not waiting for any confirmation, you walked. Not a single thought ran through your head. There was nothing needed to feel. Except for one feeling. A feeling that you grown to welcome and accept when your became this alto ego you created. Hatred. 

You hated hiding your thoughts away, faking your emotions. All for what? To be the model women? You may be out in society but you were not yet out to society. Therefore were you the right choice to be the model women? Apparently yes, you are acting on behalf of the crown. Pleasing the nobles, protecting the people’s hearts and hopes to continue their loyalty and support of the crown. This shouldn’t be the way of security loyalty. Yet, this evening, you were acting as a lady out to society. Only here for scouting out a marriage with a man. A man that has been picked without your consent.

“Your highness,” Lady Daphne’s voice cut through your silence. Standing infant of a close door that led to the ballroom, you heard the loud chatter and music vibrating though the doors. “Whenever you are ready.” She motioned to the doors, waiting for you to continue.

You only stared. 

And stared.

And stared at the grand doors.

Walk. You commanded your legs, yet they did not listen. Talk, you wished to your throat to speak, yet it did not act. Why was your body not listing to you? You have done this before so why now? Why acting all scared?Your fate is sealed, you answered yourself. You are to be wed to a man who you do not love all for the crown. Given you were only to meet him at the ball, but it was only the first step of the grand scheme of things. One thing can always led to another and this would led to a man who only will use you to climb the ladder. 

Feeling a hold on your left hand jolted you, snapping your head at Kuroo who finally looked at you in the eye. It was he knew what you were thinking. “Your fate is not sealed yet,” Kuroo whispered, bringing your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckle. “You are only meeting him, Princess.”

Surprised by his actions, you merely nodded. With his sincerity in his voice, your worries slowly disappeared. Letting your hand free from his warmth, it hanged in the air for a few moments before returning back to its place. Yet. The word echoed, in your ear, giving you hope. He is right, you thought. Your fate is not sealed. This night will not your fate. Training your eyes back at the door, you raised your head up, ready to fight your planned future. 

With the doors opening at your command, you stepped through the door, the footman announcing your title and name to everyone present. With everyone becoming silent, the footman voice echoed around the room. Heads all snapped and turned to you, gasping and whispering as they saw royal flesh in their presence. Mix reactions filling the room, some (the younger ones) who was their first time in presence of a member of the royal family fail to control their excitement. Giggling and whispering to whomever was near them as their eyes pried on your figure. Some were shocked, mouth open as they stare you floated by, opening a pathway through the sea. While the rest look amused, having already been in either your father’s presence or yours presence or both. With all having a different reaction, one was all the same; all bowed as waves when passed them.

The whispers all stopped when you stopped walking. Arriving at Duchess Dana Livington, with her son Duke Edward Livington next to her, they both bowed. One who looked at the floor, avoiding your gaze out of respect of your power while the other, eyes trained into yours, eyes gleaming early with an accomplish conquest. You avoided his eyes, focusing on Duchess Dana who rosed to her height, “You have a beautiful house, Duchess.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” She responded heartfelt, “hearing your words of kindness bring me great joy. When I heard word, I personally made sure all would suit your beautiful taste. It’s a great honor having you here.”

Suck-up. 

“Allow me to introduce you to my son,” She extended, pushing him between the two of you. “This is Duke Edward Livington. He’s quite handsome, is he not? And easy to rise to any occasion. When his father passed, he was quick to take up the mantle of the estate and helping his poor mama ease the pain.”

“My condolences,” You replied with sincerity laced sweetly on your voice, remembering how kind and gentleman the late Duke was when you were younger. 

Yet, with your sorrow evident on your face, Duchess Dana did not mind, rather wanting to focus on her son that was in your presence. She cleared her throat, quickly moving on, “Thank you. If it wasn’t for my son, I would not know where I would be. He’s such a understanding man and patient. Sad he has yet to find a bride.” A secretive glance was went your way, a menacing behind her words that tighten your hands in a distaste feeling. “Seems he is looking for someone special. Someone that will help his lead in this great, rich Earth.”

A small hummed was responded from you as you glance the Duke up and down once, not hiding the small crinkle of your nose, before glancing around the ballroom, staring back at everyone who was leaning in to hear your conversation. “This is a ball, is it not?” You smiled kindly at Duchess Dana guest. “Let the drinks be poured, music to be loud, and our feet ache from dancing.”

“Cheers!” 

A wide smile appeared on your face as the ball picked up its paced, pleased with the normality is was becoming for the evening. “Princess (Y/n).” 

You spoke to soon. 

“If it is not too forward of me, I would like to occupy you this evening?”

Your smile faltered before lifting back up. You knew why he was asking a bold question. He had planned it all along. He planted the seed in your father’s head, making appearance that he was a worthy man, despite the gossips that surrounds him. He really was his mother’s son, that you were certain. Always wanted connections, wanted to push more and more, surrounding themselves with gossip as a in to many social circles as they can to climb. Nothing was enough, even with everything they had at their disposal. Greed. Greed is an awful color on those who are blessed with so much. 

“Duke Livington,” Your voice lacing with formality, “your kindness is most welcome. I must stay with my escort, Sir Kuroo-”

“It seems he is quite occupied at the moment,” Edward beaconed his chin behind you, a cheeky grin on lips.

Turning your head, you eyebrows were instantly raised as you saw most of the girls surrounding to tall man. The said tall man chest was puffed proudly, accepting all the warm compliments and giggling that captured his ears. Those close to him all lightly grazed his arms as he flexed, some fanned their face, trying to draw his attention. You resisted the strong urged to rolling your eyes to the back of your head. 

Your hands tightened together, as your face morphed into a neutral look. Feeling your throat tighten, you clicked your tongue, as Edwards motion tried to motion you away, “there is a great view of the gardens in the balcony, I’m sure you would love Your Highness.”

“As I said before,” Your jaw clenched, watching a one lady dropped her fan and Kuroo quickly picking it up from the ground and sending her a flirty smile as he handed it back to her. Your voice slight raised to which Kuroo would hear, breaking the spell of the sirens surrounding him, “I must stay with my escort at all times.”

Kuroo eyes snapped towards you, giving you a pleading look to continue the attention he was receiving as you in return gave him an unpleasant frown. You commanded him with your eyes, tilting it towards your side for him approach you. Yet he avoided your gaze, quickly shifting his eyes to the women squeezing his arms. Flexing your hand into a fist, using it to hold your annoyance, you then stating, “Kuroo, I am feeling quite parched. Escort me to get a drink.” A triumph smile painted your face as he begrudgingly excused himself. With your head held high, you smiled as Kuroo stood in front of you, extending his arms out as a way to beacon you to follow him. “Such a gentlemen,” You gleamed, walking in the direction away from the flock of girls and Edward. 

“Must you always ruin my fun,” He gritted his tech, annoyance vibrating washing off of him in waves. “I was about to ask a lady to dance.”

“Your duty is to protect me from Edward,” You gritted back.

“No,” he corrected, stopping from walking any further when a tray with server arrived with a tray of drinks, grabbing one for you and for himself. Holding your drink away from you as you eyed the drink he offered to you, “My duty if to protect you from harm. Now here, don’t want the Princess to be parched.”

“That’s wine.”

“Yes.”

“Wine.”

“I know what wine is.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you did your best not to make a unprincessly face. With a calm matter, you stated to him carefully, “A women must not drink wine when she is unmarried. Have you to been paying attention to Lady Daphne's lectures?

“You do see me fall asleep in those, yes?” Placing one glass on a floating try, Kuroo rose his glass to his lips.

“And one must no drink in front of royalty when they do not have a drink,” You smirked, seeing his eyes over the rim of the glass burned through yours. “Especially when one had voice they are parched.”

Lowering his glass, he scanned the ballroom, looking for a table of refreshments or a tray that carried lemonade. “Fine, I’ll get your damn drink.”

Seeing his annoyance, you smiled at him, wanting to infuriated more as it brought you joy, “And one should not curse in the presence of royalty.”

“I highly doubt a brat such as yourself should be consider royalty.” Kuroo said with triumph, beating you at the game you were creating.

“Charming.” 

The two of you were about to take a step once Kuroo eyes found the refreshment table, when you heard two voices you yearned to hear ever since you stepped foot in the ball room, “My lady!” Yachi and Kiyoko exclaimed behind you, curtsy as they must do in the public eyes. 

“Oh,” You smiled, extended your hand for them to grab hold as you excitedly gleamed in their presence. “I was wondering where you both were. I was scared I would not see you this evening.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Yachi confusingly asked. “There is no one here that we would spend our evening with other than you.”

“Especially with the gentlemen here,” Kiyoko added, her eyes scanning the room, “I am worry about this coming season. There are no eligible bachelors that seems fitting.”

“Maybe he is hiding,” You giggled, moving to where you laced your arms through theirs as you all aimlessly walked around the ballroom. “Or building the courage to greet you.”

“If you wishes to greet me then he should already have the courage,” She stated matter of fact, her head high as she vibrating with confidence.

Giggling with you, Yachi teased back, enjoying the playful easy nature that came with the three of you, “Perhaps he would ask you to marry him straight away.”

“He would be a simpleton.”

“But a simpleton that would love you,” You added, giggling at how she turned her head away with a blush that grazed her cheeks. The three of you all giggle and teased. Watching the dancers on the floor and gossiping about whoever the current gossip was. It was always the same routine when it came to balls and parties. You would walk with your ladies, looking at all the different nobles, hear about what gossip is tied to what family, who would end up with whom, who will get married, who is with child, who isn’t with child, if they had a child. The list goes on and on. There is always something to talk about.

And in the middle of it, there will always come a gentlemen who would ask lady Kiyoko a dance. Which she turns for you for your approval to be dismissed and forcefully agree to the gentleman’s dance. You’ve always hated it. You can see the distain on her face whenever a gentleman not to her liking ask for a dance and she must agree to it, being out to society, a way to find a husband some would say. And if she were to reject invitation, it would seem rude and unladylike. A terrible tradition. A terrible way of thinking. 

So you and Yachi would stare as she floated to the dance floor with whatever bachelor he wrote his name on her name card before dancing to the tune that whispered through the ears of those in the dance floor. Their feet perfectly match to the steps of the tune and whispers of small talk. Soon later the same would happen to Yachi, who just recently been introduced to society last season. Someone she was not all to excited about. Being nervous and getting sick of the thought of being displayed for all to see her was a to sick of a thought for her. 

Then you were left alone. Not having been “introduced” to society yet, something your father had made sure of, you were not allow to dance with any man. (Something you were happy about.)So there you stood, on the edged of everything as you watched people twirl around and listen to the gossips around you. With a small sigh, you turned to see Kuroo behind you but only found other guest of the evening. A deep frown echoed your face once more, you stared back at to the dance floor, seeing Kuroo twirling the same women who flaunted over his arms earlier. An envy though filling your head as you though, now he’s a great dancer?

“Your highness,” A voice broke out of your thoughts. A voice you did not want to hear. “I noticed you are not occupied, please allow me to fill your company.”

“Such a gentleman you are, Duke Edward,” You did your best to hide your displeasure. The personally you created slowly appeared in your voice. “But I am quite comfortable.”

“Please,” He smiled, offering you a glass of lemonade, “I’ve noticed you did not receive the drink you requested. I took the liberty of fetching it for you.”

“How kind,” You accepted the drink, slowly took a sip. Taking a step, you spoke to him, “Now if you excuse me, it is feeling a bit stuffy.

“Allow me to escort you!” He was too loud for your liking.

Hurrying your steps, you eyes did their best to find Lady Daphne, yet she was no where in sight. “There is no need”

“It is a gentleman thing to do,” He was now next to you, matching your pace and acting as your equal. 

“I wish to be alone.” You stated hands gripping the stone rail. Stone rail? When did you get outside? Realizing you were now outside, you gripped the rail, trying to zone his annoying voice out and feel the cool air to calm you. Listen to the trees, you thought but his voice cute though like a knife.

“If this is not too forwards of me,” He stated, ignored the side eye look of disdained on your face (he didn’t notice it), “but it had come to my attention that you are going to be introduced this coming season.”

“Oh my,” you gasped, looking behind his figure. A terrifying look painted your face as you pointed, “A beast!”

“A beast,” Edward wailed, turning to have a look at the said beast, only for there to be nothing there. “What beast?” He asked, turning back to face you, and you were gone. Running down the stairs and running away from the estate. “Oh, how I love a chase. Princess! Wait!”

Cursing, you picked up your pace, doing everything you can to get away from him. But with the dress you were wearing and the shoes, luck was not on your side. He was quick to approached you, stopping you from moving any more as he hold onto both of your shoulder, “Your highness, if you wish to be alone with me, you could have said so.”

Flabbergasted by his statement, you pushed his arms away from you, taking a step back, “You are crossing a line. I commend you to leave me be.”

“Oh Princess,” He stalked towards you, bring you to him as you tried to push him off, “This is your way of seducing me isn’t it? To see how much I want your hand?”

“Let go,” you commanded, you forcefully tried to push him off. But it was no avail, he did his best to bring his lips to yours, muttered words that went death in your ears. The only think you can hear was your heart in you ears. And when the moment arrived where you were out of his arms, you reeled your left arm back, months of training overtook you as your swing it and aimed for his eye. All was heard was a thump, as his body laid on the cold, hard earth, and everything was silenced.

“What did you do?” 

The deep voice behind you startled you. Turning around, your eyes widened at whom you saw. Quickly pushing the words out of your mouth, you tried to ignore the harsh sting on your knuckles, “How long were you there?”

“Long enough!” Kuroo rushed towards you, quickly glanced at the body that now laid on the earth. “How’s your hand.”

Trying to ease the harsh stinging pain, you whimpered at when rubbing your knuckles, “For someone whose face looks soft, I wasn’t expecting it to be painful.”

“Why did you use your left hand?” He was quick to notice you what hand you used. Running his hands through his hair, an annoyance sigh escaped his lips as he thought what to do next and what to do with your stupidity.

With a huff, you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, saying the obvious, “You taught me to use my left hand.”

Kuroo could not believe what you were saying to him. He knew he taught you better, he knew you were start enough to punch correctly, yet sadly that was not enough. Emphasizing with his hands, Kuroo yelled back, astonished and angry, “I taught you how to punch! I didn’t tell you that you have to use your left hand!”

“You used your left hand when teaching me!” You hissed at him, bring your bruised hand closer to your chest. Your nostril flared angry at him, pointing out his flaw in his argument. 

“Because it’s my dominant hand!”

Stomping your feet, you whined. The stress of the events slowly taking a toll on your body. You felt like a child that was just told they couldn’t have something. You’re tired of people fighting you on something and now, now you would like someone to agree with you. So you just yelled, “Then why didn’t you tell me that!” 

He did, you refused to acknowledge he was correct. 

“I did! You never listen!” Kuroo yelled back at you, angry and frustrated at you. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Kuroo thought of what to do next. What he should do next, until he remembered your delicate hand, “Let me see it.” Gently grab hold onto your left hand, examining it as he noticed a harsh color sting was appearing on your knuckled. “At least you listen to not put your thumb in your fist.”

“Proving my point, I do listen.”

Ghost of a smile appeared of his lips at your comment. Gently brushing his thumbs on your knuckled, Kuroo tried to ease the pain. Bring your hand up to your lips, he placed a long tender kiss on the knuckle of your ring finger. “What were you doing out here?”

Feeling exhausted, you let out a sigh, relaxing your hand in his hold. Your eyes peaked at Edward’s body that lied limped on the ground, noticed his cheating moving as he breathed,“I wanted to get some air, Edward was persistent and would not leave me alone so, I tried my best to stay away from him. I came here.”

“And punched him?” Amusement ranged in his voice, slowly letting go of your hand. The atmosphere suddenly became light and easy, regardless of the knocked out male on the ground. Kuroo felt a sense of pride in singing from his chest, knowing that you were not entirely hopeless. 

“He thought I was trying to seduce him!” Huffing at the thought, as if someone like you would ever want someone like him. Then a thought appeared in your head. Eyes widen in horror, looking at Kuroo in panic, your body felt cold at the thought of the rumors. “Did anyone else saw? Kuroo if anyone saw me and him without an escort.”

Kuroo moved to cup your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. His eyes softened at your panic being, while his chest felt heavy. Your eyes frantic at what could be spread, what will be said, and the damage it could cause the crown. He didn’t notice how easily your relaxed on his hold, neither did you, but Kuroo did know, he wanted to cherish his hold on you,  “Calm down. No one else saw.”

“Are you certain?” You grabbed hold of his arms, horror still struck in your body. “If word got out that I was left unattended my chaste would be questioned! It cannot be question, as princess I’m supposed to be the example. My honor cannot be questioned Kuroo!”

“No one saw,” Kuroo promised, calming shushing you, “I promise it was just me. Now let’s find a plan to deal with him.”

“Yes,” you breathed out, missing the warmth when he removes his hand from your face. A paused followed as he thought of a lie, thought of something that could cover up the mess you created, “We can say he was attacked?”

“By whom? They are going to search around and everyone will panic.”

Biting down your lower lips with a hum, you thoughtfully pitched, “Then he drank too much and passed out?”

“And we happen to stumble upon.” Kuroo added to your sentences, a smirk dancing on his lips. 

“Because it was getting to loud that I wanted some air,” Beaming with a smile, you shrugged your shoulders up happily, bobbing your head as you felt giggly at your devious plan. “You escorted me to the terrace.”

Adding more to the wicked lie, Kuroo enjoyed watching you gleaming with pride with your plan,“Where we saw Edward stumbling here.”

“And being the kind, caring princess-”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“-That I am.” You frowned at him, your lips plucked with annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. Rolling your eyes at him, upset he ruined the only good mood you had of that evening,  "We went to see if he was fine, yet the sight we saw he was passed out.”

“That’s good!”

“But how are we going to stop him from talking when he wakes,” you mumbled. 

Nodding his head in agreement, he rubbed his chin. Looking back at the estate, seeing it glowing the the glittering lights that beamed from the party, “We do something that doesn’t discredited our story then.”

“I could scream and when they arrive they will see the body and the empty glass,” After a brief silence you spoke with uncertainty.  “We could inform them of what happened with our lies.”

“That could work,” Kuroo looked back at you, “Scream.”

With a deep breath, you prepared yourself for a loud scream. Feeling confident in yourself, you breathed out, “Ah?”

Kuroo blinked once at you. Then twice. Staring at you with an emotionless look at you, while you started back at him with a cringe scrunch, “That was pathetic.”

“Well, I’m trying my best!” You huffed, feeling your cheeks warmed at the embarrassment. 

“If that’s your best then I’m concern,”  Kuroo sighed, rubbing his shoulder of the stress of the events.

“Well, I don’t see you trying to help.”

“I am not going to scream,” He started the obvious, looking at you in an offended manner as he smoothed his coat. “It’s undignified.”

“Oh please, undignified?” You rolled your eyes at him, slowly starting to feel the annoyance creep up to you once more

“Of course,” he scoffed. “Especially like a man like myself. I will not scream.”

“I’m not asking you to scream, I’m asking for help!” You counted back at him, your voice slowly raising up. “Why can’t you ever help!”

Kuroo yelled back, hissing as he did so, “Why can’t you scream like you are now!” 

“You are insufferable!” Hissing through your teeth. Clenching your fist to your side, you mustered a deathly glare at him, your annoyance turning to anger. 

“Like you are any better! You can’t even scream properly!”

“Taking about doing things properly, how about you?” You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Creasing his eyebrows, Kuroo scoffed at you with a scrunch confusion,  “What about me?”

“There’s a rumor that the other knights you train with let you win.”

“What?”

“So are you really trained properly with a sword Kuroo?” You taunt, picked your lips into a smug smile. Letting your petty anger fully show through. 

He let out a chuckle. Then another, and then more soon followed. Looking at you with wide eyes is astonished at your words. He then fell silent, clenching his jaw in anger, “Well at least I know how to use a sword! Tell me princess, do you? That’s right you don’t! And you will never know how just like you will never rule!”

Gasping at his word, you stepped closer to him as you jabbed a finger to his chest, “How dare you!”

“How dare I?” He countered back, looking down at you in astonishment at your reaction. “How dare you?”

Mouth open, eyes widen as he questioned your back, you thought back to the day you arrived. Your hand fell back at your side, look of desperate was written on your face as your shoulders fell in defeat, “So I was correct to think this way? That you believe a women should never rule.”

“I never said that,” Kuroo said to quickly, a statement that he made sure he said with clarity.

“But you were thinking of it.” 

“Do not think that lowly of me,” He hissed at you, eyes narrowed at you at your accusation. He never wanted you to think that. Not him. Not that low. And for some odd reason to him, it churned his stomach that you would think of him that lowly. 

“I’m not wrong!” You stated. Thinking back all the times your voiced your options to him. Crying out to him, you argued back at him, “The moment we met, you never agreed with my political ideas! You always criticize me and dismiss my ideas of reform and improvements.”

Merely rolling his eyes at you, Kuroo crossed his arms over his chest. With a pointed look, you stated calmly, for an odd reason wanted to calm your destress. “Just because I disagree with your ideas don’t mean I don’t think you are fit to rule.”

“Then why criticize? Why not help me with these ideals? Find a way that it could work?”

“You never ask!”

“I didn’t think I need to since you speak so openly about everything!”

Sharp breath in, Kuroo brushed his hands through his hair, rethinking why he decided to fallow you out, “You are impossible! I can’t read your mind!”

“I’m not asking you too,” You snarled, scrunching you face. “I’m asking for help!”

“Then say it next time,” You missed how desperate Kuroo sounded, only focusing on the anger and annoyance in his voice. 

“Whenever I talk to you about it you could always mention it! I don’t have to ask.”

Looking at you with astonishment, jaw dropped down, eyebrows scrunched tightly together, all Kuroo could do was stare at you. The argument going back to the beginning, Kuroo rubbed the bridge of his nose. He gave up on you. Giving up at winning this argument knowing arguing would be a waste of time, but with that knowledge, it didn’t hide his annoyance of you and how much he wanted to strangle you for your stupidity of the argument. Moving his hands down his face and bringing his hand back at his side, he stated plainly and convincing, “You know, I wasn’t planning on kill you. But now? I think I might.”

“You’re insufferable!” You scoffed at him. Your eyes narrowed with a glare as he stated the treasonous statement. Looking back down at the body, you pointed your hand at it, “We are supposed to deal with Edward!”

“We are.” Smiling as he said it, he nodded his head, a sarcastic smile was drawn on his face before he quickly erased it to a frown. “So scream.”

“I am screaming!” You yelled very loud. Fist clenched down at your side as you stomped your foot. With a glaring match started between the two of you, you ignored the stinging in your eye as you tried to win the unspoken competition. It didn’t last long since Kuroo was the one who quickly looked away, turning on his heal and stomping a few steps away. Hands on his hips and muttered curses underneath his breath. Thinking back to the events that lead to this moment, you cursed yourself. Did you really made Edward believe you shared an attraction to him? No. You were being nice. You spoke to him with a kind manner that you spoke to everyone else; a polite laugh when he attempted to make a joke, not wanting to bruise his feelings. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you started at the body, felt it was your fault the whole event started. You didn’t want this, you didn’t what him, you told him so. So what did you do that lead him on?

Unknowing to you, Kuroo turned to look at him. Bitting the inside of his cheek, he saw the guilt plaster on your face. He knew what you were thinking, of course he did, after spending so much time with you, he could read your thoughts. Wanting to quickly get the situation settled, Kuroo looked around, trying to find a solution. Until he saw a slithering opportunity, “Close you eyes.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes,” Kuroo repeated, not meeting your eyes. Eyeing the opportunity, Kuroo refuse to let it disappear from his sight.

Pursing your lips, you slowly took steps closer to your protector, “Kuroo what are you?-”

“Don’t scream.” Kuroo added, reaching his arm out to indicate you to stop walking any further. 

“You’ve been telling me to scream and now you don’t want me to?” Rolling your eyes, you grew tired. The party, Edwards, the argument and now this? You felt everything whelming you as you want nothing more to go back to your bed and sleep the night away. 

“Would you please,” Kuroo hissed, side eying you with annoyance and tiredness laced in his voice, “for the love almighty, listen.”

“Fine,” You closed your eyes, “but I swear if you do anything.” 

“I won’t.”

With your eyes closed you could only focus on the sounds around you. Hearing Kuroo rustle with the grass on the cold hard Earth, the wind that whistled through the grass, you shivered as you now felt the cool evening wind on your skin. Feeling a presence front of you, you suddenly felt nervous and tense, not liking you cannot see what Kuroo is doing. But the feeling of nervousness disappeared when you felt something smooth touched your shoulders and the back of your neck. Tensing your body, you stuttered out, trying to not let your voice crack as you felt the something moved,“Kuroo what did you put on me?”

“Don’t open your eyes yet,” He said to quickly for your liking, feeling his breath on your head.

“Kuroo!” You yelped, doing as you were told and feeling the something slimly now on your arms. The something, winced and tensed as you felt Kuroo’s hands were not long on the something and is now on you, you also felt it tensed and squirmed on your shouldered. Instantly wanted to shriver up and cringe at the feeling.

“Okay.” He said with cautiousness, hearing him taking a few steps back, “You can open them now.”

Slowly opening your eyes, you first saw Kuroo’s nervous state, bitting his lip as he carefully watched you. Feeling he something moved towards the side of your neck, you moved your head to look down at your shoulder, instantly feeling the air in your lungs disappeared and you whimpered in a whispered, “K-Kuroo its a snake…”

Nodding his head in a quick manner, Kuroo answered you, knowing all you need know was a confirmation, “You can scream now.”

Feeling the snake’s tongue as it hissed on the side of your neck, you instantly screamed. Screamed that you felt tears coming from our eyes at the disgust, dirty feeling that came with the snake on you. You wanted nothing more than to vomit, to shake the feeling off, to get it off of you, but you refused to touch that thing with your hands. “Perfect,” Kuroo smiled, turning to look back at the estate and seeing people slowly coming out and see where and why the scream was.

“I think I'm going to throw up,” You whimpered, feeling the tears down on your cheeks as your body shivered in disgust, only feeling the snake creeping your neck and hissing at it. Waving your hands as you tried to shake it off, you felt the need to gag, to vomit, to shrivel up and take a bath to forget the memory of the slimy, smooth touch.

Quickly rushing to you, Kuroo grab hold of the heinous snake away from you and throwing it far from you. Patting the side of your hair, he whispered sweet accomplishments to you as you cringed and shivered at the lasting feeling. Calling you by your title, that slowly now became a pet name of endearment that unconsciousness become, “You did amazing princess. ”

“I hate you.” You hissed, shivered in his hold as you opening cried. Punching his chest weakly as you were now being held by him. “No, I loathe your entire existence.”

“I know,” He cooed at you, bring you into a hug as he can now hear people and guards rushing to the two of you are. “But I need to keep crying and cling to me princess while I do that talking, okay? Just remembered that slimy, smooth, gross, wet, feeling.” Holding in your gag, you felt your body shivered from your toes to your head, the hair on the back on your neck rising as you cringed, muttering words of hatred in Kuroo’s chest. He contained to muttered descriptive words of the snake, making sure you felt disgusted as the guest arrived to where you were.

“What on heavens is going on!”

“My, is that Edward? What has happened to him?”

“Someone, check if he’s breathing!”

“Princess,” Your eyes perked as you heard your ladies voice. Moving your head out of Kuroo’s chest, sniffling as you saw them rushing towards you. With a sigh of relief, the girls instantly pull you out of Kuroo’s arms and into theirs, scanning your form for any harm. “What happened my lady?” Kiyoko voice filled with worry as Yachi nodded along, eyeing Kuroo and Edward discreetly. 

“Yes,” Lady Daphne appeared, with your knights behind her, sneering at the man that was the ground. Anger filled with her voice as she saw  “what has happened here?”

“There was a snake,” Kuroo quickly responded, eying in the corner of his eye how you instantly shivered at the word. “That was onto Edwards body. The Princess and I only happened to cross him when the Princess declared she was feeling unwell and we noticed Edward figure walking towards here. I told her highness to stay but she cared for his well-being so much she declared to come with me. I believe he drank more than he could handled, wondered off, and collapsed. ”

The members of the ton all whispered among themselves, hearing what your personal bodyguard had announced. You were to busy gagged to look around the ton but Kuroo noticed the looks. The side eye glances full of judgment towards the sleeping body, the look of awe towards the princess of how “caring” you were, and surprised and disgusted of how a becoming Dutch would act in the presence of her royal highness. Most importantly, eyeing you and Kuroo, who were in a tight embrace.But that was something that could be explained. But the one thing Kuroo notice was Suna was not present. Twisting something inside of him, that the man in charge of protecting the Princess was not here. 

Lady Daphne scanned your figured, seeing you trembling in your ladies hold and hearing all the murmurs around her, she needed to acted quickly. In the corner of her eye she saw Duchess Dana approaching her in a hurried nervous manner. Lady Daphne hid a distaste look, not wanting to her her excuses she had for her son. “Someone must have drugged him,” Duchess Dana voice wavered, trying to grab hold of Lady Daphne arm in what she tried to be in a reassuring manner. Duchess Dana face fell with desperation with Lady Daphne’s cold stare when she finally looked at her, she quickly acted by moving to you, trying to ease the situation her son causes, “Your highness, it is so heartwarming you care so much about my son, but I assure you he’s not a drunk. Someone must have drugged him.” Just as she was going to repeat her act, reaching a pseudo calming hand. Kuroo was quickly to step forward, blocking her from seeing and touching you.

Ignoring Duchess Dana whimpering excuses, she shrunk at Kuroo’s hard glare and how the ton all gasped in entertainment. Many of the ton who all enjoyed gossip, especially ones that ruins one’s place in society, enjoyed everything that was on displayed. Hushed whispered to their daughters, to their friends, to their spouses. Lady Daphne heard them all. The more she heard, the more she tensed, the more she hated it, the more she need to act quickly. 

“Kuroo, please escort Her Highness back to Chilgrave,” Lady Daphne commanded. Her voice was steady, and calmed, her body unraveled with each command that left her lips. Her head held high, refusing to back down to the rumors of the ton, Lady Daphne confidences caused all talks to seized and they all watched with curious eyes. “Now.”

A curt nod, Kuroo turned to look back at you, making sure Duchess Dana does not sweep through. As you slowly released lady’s hold. Breathing out deeply, you smiled any your ladies as a thanks. Holding your head high, you gracefully walked through the parted crowd. Feeling the stares and whispers, you fought the urge of allowing the embarrassment to ruin through you. Being the crown princess, you had to refrain of showing any emotion. Always being composed, neutral, elegant, you found it to be second nature to hide your emotions.  Yet there were moments you found difficult to. With the events of the night, the whispers that flew into your ears and the stares that dagger you as you walked, all you wanted was the earth on your feet to swallow you and hide you away. 

Breathe, you thought. Breath. The family’s image wasn’t ruined. The royal family is still the example of the people should be. Kuroo twisted the events in your favor. Breathe, you thought. Breathe. 

“Watch your step, Princess.”

With your slight perk, your snapped your neck around to your surroundings, seeing you were already at the carriage. With a nod of your head as a quite thanks, Kuroo assisted you inside, his hand whispered against your own as you climbed inside the carriage. Kuroo quickly followed suit, the carriage men shut the door once you both were settled. A dense silences fell between you, staring at each other with one (Kuroo) in amusement and other (You) in embarrassment. “I hate you.” 

Kuroo boomed with laughter, his body shaking as he hid his face in his hands. “None of this would have happened if you listened to me!” You kicked his leg playfully, a giggle escaped your lips as your did your best to conceal it with your hand. Looking though at the small window of the carriage, you watched as the trees passed by. You’re finger hovered over your lips, as your head shook. You replayed every moment in your head, wanting nothing more than have your head swallow in and the Earth to accept you in. 

The whole event of the evening was terrible. The evening starting with girls flocking to Kuroo when he was supposed to stay by your side, Edward pestering you and following you where ever you went, your ladies easily distracted by their dance partners who wished them away. Then punching Edward when it escalated, which lead to a snake on you. You shivered thinking about the snake once more.

It was all so tiring. This evening was tiring. A yawn flew out your mouth, leading against your head against the smooth wall of the carriage. Your body aching to climb into your warm sheets and sleep the night away. Yet, with the fatigue filling your body, you were filled with joy. Kuroo was speaking to you again, laughing with you, and arguing with you, and that brought a smile to your face.

“Rest,” Kuroo left his legs up to the empty space next to you. His eyes closed as leaned his head back against the cushions back. His body relaxing, “We should be there soon.” But his words only rang in the quietness of the carriage. Peaking his eye open, he stared at your sleeping form, beautifully asleep with a grin graced your peaceful face. He smiled at your form, watching as you fluttered to your dreams. “Idiot,” he whispered to himself, moving to sit next to you seeing the way your head bounced on the wall whenever there was a bump on the road. Gently guiding your head to his shoulder, Kuroo smiled at how your unknowing snuggled your head closer to him. 

The ride back to the castle came quickly to what Kuroo would though it would be. With his mind lost to the memories of the amount of months he’s been with you, he found it hard to remember why he was put here in the first place. With the coachman opening the door, Kuroo instantly raised a finger to his lips, insisting for him to stay silent. Seeing you, the sleepy Princess, fast asleep, the coachman nodded, stepping aside as Kuroo carefully lifted you in his arms and walking out into the cool country air. 

Kuroo succeeded in not to disturb your slumber, carefully maneuvered through the castle to get to your room. Given, he had to glare at the maids who were whispering and giggly loud as they saw you asleep in Kuroo’s arms, and tripped while going up the stairs, he thought he did a great job. Arriving to your room, a maid quickly guided him to her bed, who bit her lip from forming a teasing smile. Gently placing you on your bed, Kuroo halted the maid from waking you up to dress you into your nightwear, “It’s best to let her sleep, she had an eventful evening.”

Leaving you asleep on your bed, Kuroo gently tucked you underneath the sheets, giving one more glance he whispered, “What are you doing to me?”

Silently walking back to his room, Kuroo eyes felt heavy. Rubbing them softy and slowly moving his hands in his hair, his feet dragged with each step. Tonight was a wonderful evening, Kuroo thought, not including Edward chasing after you. With different ladies swarming him, his chest boost with confidence and ego. He felt proud. He felt dirty?

Kuroo always welcome the attentions, especially on nights when he wanted companionship, he never had this feeling. But when he saw your eyes, something meaningful hiding behind your glimmering (e/c) eyes, he wanted nothing more to stop dancing. He hated you.

He loathed you. You always ruined everything. Ruining his fun. Ruining his chance to get Information about the nobility, and perhaps someone for the evening. If only you stayed inside, none of this would have happen. And worse, his tiredness is all gone and now his veins were filled with annoyance.

Forcefully opening his chamber's door, Kuroo instantly stripped when the door clothes behind him. Kicking his shoes off, taking his coat and shirt off, muttering his annoyance in hopes of revealing it. Until his eyes caught a parchment letter rolled on his bed. He would pay no mind to it, probably a maid confessing her attraction, something he has been receiving more of lately. But this letter of parchment was different. It hold a significant meaning to rebel. Yes, he remembered, a rebel. That is who he is. And now he felt even more disgusted with himself as he picked up the letter and broke the wax seal that hold a raven.

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[kuroosprettyprincess]

I had this idea of Kuroo being your brothers best friend who just can’t help but want you😅 I have a whole fic planned but just wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested.

Butttttttt, if you are :) please let me know since I would love to release this whole thing hehehehe. Please enjoy 💕

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For as long as you could remember, no one was ever good enough for you. In the eyes of your brother, no one truly deserved to be with you. And even if they thought they stood a chance, he would do anything in his power to change their minds. You knew he did it protect you. But is was tiring.

And there was no negotiating with your older brother, because it all ended with your s/o running to the emergency room with Niagara Falls gushing out of their nostrils. It always just ended that way. You were tired of bawling your eyes out. Begging him to give them a chance. That they were the one.

But at the end of the day, it always ended with you crying yourself to sleep. Hoping to forget what you had with them.

So, you gave up. You gave up on even trying or giving your attention to another guy. You gave up on looking for happiness with another being. You gave up on love.

Well that’s what you had planned. You knew it was inevitable. Or so you thought……..

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Because who in the right mind would have ever seen this coming. The idea of you getting fucked raw, bent over on your kitchen counter at 3 o’clock in the morning by your brothers best friend. But it was no idea, it was happening.

Who would have thought Kuroo would be whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he reached further inside of you.

Such ideas never even crossed your mind for a second. But you like it. And he does too. But how would your older brother react?

Would he like the idea of that?

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[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Lockscreens Supplement: Soul Sisters

AN: Someone mentioned how much they love the relationship between Aya and (Name), and I decided that I wanted to drop this cute one-shot featuring their friendship and some romance ;) Also! I am in the process of re-editing (catch my edits on ao3 @ hidden_otaku_stuff), so for all intents and purposes, this is now canon 

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader, Konoha Akinori x Aya Nakamura (OC) 

Word count: 2.4k 

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supplement: Soul Sisters

“Are you ready?”

Kuroo eyed Konoha, snorting. “Are you asking because you’re nervous?” 

Konoha scowled, shoving Kuroo in the shoulder. “NO! I’m not the one getting married tomorrow.”

The retired captain chuckled, shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t I be ready? I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He narrowed his hazel eyes mischievously. “If anything, you have more reason to be nervous than I do.” 

Konoha opened his mouth to retort only to sigh with a slight shake of his head. “You aren’t wrong there,” he grumbled. He fiddled with something in his pocket. “Do you think she’ll say yes?” 

The two males were in the process of slipping gold ribbons over the white seat covers in preparation for the ceremony the next afternoon. Kuroo paused, his fingers twiddling with the ribbon. 

“What is there to be nervous about?” 

Konoha rolled his eyes, sitting back on his legs as he faced Kuroo fully. “Not all of us have the luxury of marrying our childhood sweetheart, Tetsurou.”

The corner of Kuroo’s lip twitched. “I didn’t think I’d have the privilege of doing so either.” He muttered. 

Konoha paused, his thoughts abruptly muting as he examined the expression on Kuroo’s face. There was a deep-rooted sorrow in his eyes, a haze of ghosts in the shadows washed over his features. 

Konoha opened his mouth to say something only for Kuroo to shake his head and clear his throat, turning slightly as he pretended to raise his hands over his head in a stretch. Konoha pretended not to see the silver drops that Kuroo had wiped away in that inconspicuous movement. 

“C’mon, let’s finish setting up. We’re almost out of time,” Konoha said, clearing his throat and refocusing his attention to give Kuroo more privacy. 

*****

(Name) and Aya giggled as the duo sat at the kitchen table, pouring over the itinerary for the next day. As (Name) and Kuroo were at the courthouse getting their paperwork sorted, Aya would be in charge of ensuring the rest of the house turned into an elegant venue. In the morning, the rest of the wedding party would be arriving to help with this endeavor. 

Tonight, Aya and (Name) will be sleeping in the master bedroom and Kuroo and Konoha will sleep in his former bedroom. 

Or so Aya thinks. 

“Let’s go check on the boys,” (Name) suggested, glancing at the clock. “It’s getting late.” 

Aya glanced up, nodding. 

The happy couple had an early wake-up. 

Aya pulled on a shawl, helping (Name) drape her own over her shoulders. The two headed out to the backyard, with the pregnant woman taking her time and carefully pulling out her cellphone to record.

As Aya stepped into the backyard, lanterns adorned the path down the aisle towards the floral arch. Golden fairy lights draped the lines that connected them, connecting directly to the dozens of golden fairy lights that were interwoven into the arch, twinkling and sparkling at Aya. 

At the end of the aisle stood Konoha who was wearing a well-tailored black suit. His hands folded neatly in front of him as he grinned at her. 

Konoha’s eyes widened at the sight of Aya, swallowing as she stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Aki? Why are you dressed up right now?” 

Konoha raised an eyebrow at her, lowering his chin and staring right back at her. “Why do you think, love? C’mere.” 

As Aya’s footsteps quickened, soft instrumental music swelled in the background, hundreds of bubbles shooting over their heads and drizzling down over the happy couple. A soft pink laser shone on the bubbles, giving them a baby pink glow that also sparkled from the golden fairy lights. 

“Are you serious? Right now?” Aya asked, standing in front of Konoha and holding onto his arms. 

“Do you think I would be here if I wasn’t?” Konoha asked, gently pulling a hand out of her grasp to cup her face. His eyes flit to the already engaged couple. “‘Sides, it was (Name)’s suggestion.” 

Aya’s lip quivered as Konoha cleared his throat, kneeling down and holding Aya’s hands in his. 

“Aya Nakamura, it was absolute luck that we happened to be at the same healthcare conference. Every day, I wake up and I can’t imagine a life without you. From the eternal traces of your hair in my laundry, to the endless snacks that you never finish, to all of the hair ties that I somehow find everywhere, I hope to spend each and every day with you for the rest of my days.”

 He pulls a ring out of his pocket, opening it for her to see. 

“I will always be there to catch you when you fall, to pick you up and support you whenever you need help whether you ask for it or not. I promise to spend each day of my life to build a better future for us both. Will you please be a part of my ‘always’ and marry me?” 

“Aki,” Aya whimpered, tears streaming down. “Of course!” 

The couple embrace, Konoha sliding the ring onto her finger and pulling her into a searing kiss. 

(Name) and Kuroo cheered, coming closer. Kuroo had a picnic basket in hand and (Name) was holding a picnic blanket. The couple step apart, beaming and embracing their friends. 

As Konoha and Kuroo pulled a table out, setting up the basket and decorating it as Aya pulled (Name) into a hug. “Thank you so much,” Aya whispered.

“Anything for you, hon.” (Name) rubbed her back affectionately, pulling away from the hug. 

Aya looked at (Name), tears shining in her eyes as she sniffled. “Thank you so much for planning this for us. I know tomorrow is your big day, and it means the world to me that you and Kuroo helped Konoha plan this.” 

(Name) cooed, throwing her arms around her best friend and nuzzling into her shoulder. “You’ve been there for me for so long, and you helped Kuroo plan his proposal. I think it was only right of us to help him with yours.” She nudged the girl, a cheeky grin on her face. “Besides, I can totally pretend like I didn’t know about it tomorrow if you’d like.”

Aya giggled, swiping the traitorous tear that escaped her. “I’d like that a lot.” 

(Name) hugged her once more, before shooing her to rejoin Konoha. Konoha and Kuroo were loudly chatting about something as Konoha opened the bottle of sparkling apple cider. 

As Aya rejoined her now-fiance, she couldn’t help but look back at (Name). 

Kuroo was escorting her back into the house, winking at the couple as he turned off the kitchen lights to give the couple privacy. 

When (Name) had joined the company, Aya never imagined that it would have gone as well as this. She didn’t think that (Name) would become her best friend nor that she would be the Maid of Honor for this beautiful ceremony. If anything, she was just hoping for a coworker to get drinks with after work or get the occasional brunch on the weekends.

And now, she was grateful to have (Name) be a part of such an important part of her life. 

Aya beamed at her best friend, blowing her a kiss before snuggling into Konoha, taking the glass of sparkling cider. The couple enjoy the rest of the evening outside, enjoying the dessert that (Name) had made and the dinner that Konoha had made. 

*****

The next morning, Aya was startled awake by a wave of nausea. As she ran down the hall at 6 in the morning, she threw the door open and violently upheaved into the toilet.

Footsteps echoed behind her as (Name)’s startled voice called out Aya’s name. “Are you alright?” (Name) asked, rushing in and pulling Aya’s hair out of her face.

Aya frowned, wiping her chin with toilet paper. She grimaced as another wave washed over her. “I think Aki didn’t cook the food very well.” 

(Name) frowned slightly, looking her friend carefully up and down. She had watched and helped Konoha prepare the meal, she didn’t think it was that. 

“When was your last period?”

“My period?” Aya laughed. “You don’t think I’m pregnant, do you?” Aya laughed louder, her mind racing. 

It had been…a month already. 

When was the last time they had sex….Aya’s eyes widened. 

(Name) rubbed Aya on the back, standing slightly to open the medicine cabinet and pulling out a test. “Do you want to take a test?” 

Aya swallowed, nodding.

“Do you want me in the room or do you want some privacy?”

“Stay, please.” Aya mumbled. “But, can you look away?” 

“Sure thing.”

(Name) turned her back to Aya, standing in the furthest corner from her as Aya took the pregnancy test. After Aya gave her the all-clear, she turned around and sat on the edge of the bath-tub. 

Aya had flushed the toilet, flipping down the toilet seat lid and sitting atop of it. Aya held the test in one hand, her legs crossed as she waited for the timer to tick down. Her eyes flicked from her phone screen to her pregnant friend.

“So…do you have any baby names in mind?”

(Name) smiled, nodding. “Well, if it was a girl, I’ve always liked the idea of Aiko as a name.”

“Aiko?”

“Mmhm. It means ‘little loved one’.”

Aya’s eyes widened. “That’s so beautiful.” Aya nursed her bottom lip. There was still too much time left on the clock. Her mind was racing with so many things.

“Y’know, I always wanted to be a mom.” Aya blurted out, mouth slamming shut immediately after. 

(Name)’s eyes carefully watched Aya as she shook slightly. Aya took a reassuring breath. 

“My family is pretty small,” Aya admitted. “My parents didn’t have many siblings and so it’s just kinda me. I’ve always envied people with large families and wanted to be a part of a family.” She smiled, a hand settling on her stomach slightly. 

Her eyes raised to (Name). “(Name). You have already given me much more than I could ever ask you, but if you happen to have a boy, and I happen to have a girl, may I please use the name ‘Aiko’? You will most definitely be the godmother to my child regardless of gender and regardless of name and I hold absolutely no ill feelings towards you regardless of your decision.”

(Name)’s face softened. “Oh Aya, of course. If that’s how life plays out, you most certainly can.”

The timer chimed. 

The two looked down at the test. 

“Positive.” Aya whispered. “I’m really pregnant.” 

*****

“Hey! Thank you so much for being here,” Kuroo grinned, shaking hands with Masa, their photographer. “Listen, I have a favour to ask.”

“Hello, Kuroo-san.” Masa grinned. “Did you have a specific shot that you and the Mrs. wanted?” 

“Erm, nothing like that.” Kuroo looks around before leaning in towards Masa, lowering his voice. “One of my groomsmen actually proposed to the maid of honour last night. I was wondering, would you be able to take some photos of them together?” 

“Oh!” 

“I’ll pay for the difference, but I know it’d mean the world to them as well as my wife if you could do this for us.”

Masa nodded his head slowly, waving his hand. “Don’t worry about it Kuroo-san. I can most definitely take care of that for you.” 

He looked to (Name) who was holding Aya’s hands as they talked about something. 

“Is that the Maid of Honour with your wife, Kuroo-san?”

“Yes, that’s her, Nakamura Aya. Her fiance is my groomsman, Konoha Akinori.” 

Masa nods again, remembering the two from the photos he had taken of the bridal party. 

He gave Kuroo a thumbs up before heading to (Name) and Aya. After a few words exchanged, Aya squealed, throwing her arms around (Name) as she fervently nodded to Masa. (Name)'s saccharine smile grew wider as Kuroo joined her, a hand slipping down to her waist as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

“Oh Tetsu, she looks so happy,” (Name) whispered fondly as Aya dragged Masa by the elbow to Konoha. 

After Aya explained what was going on, Konoha’s eyes met the couple, giving the duo an almost awestruck nod. It’s clear that he didn’t think he would be getting so much love and attention from the couple on their day.

Kuroo chuckled, bringing (Name) closer to him. “I can’t wait to see how the pictures turn out.” 

As they turned to head back into the house to continue their rounds, Aya tore across the clearing and grabbed her arm. “Oh no you don’t, missy~!” 

“Huh?” (Name) yelped, stumbling back slightly. 

“You and Tetsurou have to take at least one picture with us! After all, you helped Aki propose!”

(Name) tried to wave her off, shaking her head only for Aya to tug insistently. 

“Oi, don’t manhandle my wife!” Kuroo interjected, tightening his grip on (Name)’s waist. Sharp hazel eyes met striking blue as the two counterparts of (Name) stared one another down.

Konoha sighed, pinching his nose. “Aya, baby, I’m sure they’ll take photos with us. Just don’t be dragging the very pregnant bride around, okay?”

Aya huffed, giving Kuroo a sheepish smile. “Sorry Tetsurou. I’m just so excited to start this new chapter in my life, and to have my best friend in my life.” 

Kuroo patted Aya’s head to her chagrin, offering her a cheeky grin. “No worries, jigglypuff. Now, let’s take the photos before we have an angry mob chasing after you for hogging us, shall we?” 

The two couples headed to Maso, posing under his guidance for several group photos, silly photos of girls only or boys only, boys and girls doing separate poses. 

The two women held out their hands to show off their rings. 

“Y’know, now might be a good time to tell everyone,” (Name) suggested under the breath, glancing over at her. “Especially since your maternity leave will be so soon after mine.”

Aya glanced over to the house, spying Makoto and Kayda through the glass. They were taking candids of them talking. The boys were on their other side, also having a conversation that sounded to be about volleyball. 

Aya chuckled, scratching the back of her neck. “You’re probably right. I know I was slacking a bit since I knew you’d be back to work soon,” Aya admitted awkwardly. 

(Name) shook her head, sighing with a smile as she took  Aya’s hands in hers. “You truly are my soul sister, miss,” she murmured fondly. 

“My other half,” Aya whispered, pulling her into a hug.

Fun facts

💟 (Name) had ambushed Konoha with the idea of using her house as the venue of the proposal. She was so grateful to him and to Aya for making hers and Kuroo’s lives so much easier that she would do anything for the woman

💟 Aya and Konoha had gone shopping for rings together, but with their responsibilities with (Name) and Kuroo’s weddings, she figured he would propose afterwards. 

💟 When she came outside and saw Konoha dressed up, her immediate thought was that Konoha was being extremely rude but once she realised what was going on, she felt like she got the big sister that she had always dreamed of having 

💟 Kuroo was elated for Konoha, the two males were often going out for drinks while the girls hang out at the house 

💟 Konoha and Aya had been sent to the same healthcare conference, Aya to promote her clinic and Konoha to promote newly acquired pharmaceuticals for his company. He had checked her out during the opening ceremony and was trying to figure out a way to ‘naturally’ approach her when she approached him first and told him that he was handsome and asking him if he wanted to explore the conference together

💟 Kuroo affectionately calls Aya “Jigglypuff” because they were hosting a game night while having the original Pokemon series playing in the background, and Aya was throwing a tantrum at about someone cheating but it was discovered she was also cheating, and Jigglypuff also happened to have a tantrum at the same time so Kuroo used it to tease her. It did not end well at that moment, but Aya and Kuroo have settled into a great sibling-like relationship since 

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Game-changing bet

hello, I'm not dead I decided to do a Kuroo one I hope you enjoy it despite the wait.

Kuroo x Reader

warnings: smut, pwp, Daddy kink/ slight age play, mentions of porn, mentions of sex toys, friends with benefits,

word count: 1,600 (About)

Summary: a simple sounding bet leads to having sex with your good friend Tetsuro

You walked into the library stiffly. You’d managed to make it through most of your day without anyone calling you out, but this would be the real test. 

Kuroo’s eyes flicked up to meet you as soon as you got close and a warm smile spread across his lips. 

“Hey,” you greeted casually taking your seat across from him. 

“Hey, what’s up with you you’re walking like you have a pole up your ass,” 

You sighed. Leave it to Kuroo to see right through you when you didn’t want anyone to notice you. 

“It’s embarrassing,” you sighed. His grin only widened, 

“Then be quiet so no one will hear,” he said, eyes bright. 

“So I have this tradition,” you started “Every semester before finals week I buy myself something special to help me relax.”

“Like a video game?” he asked. You felt your face get hot and you squirmed in your seat. 

“No like, uhm more like a toy to help me really relax,” he burst out laughing much too loud for the quiet library.  You lunged across the table and slammed your hands over his mouth to shut him up. 

“I swear to god Tetsurou I’ll kill you,” you hissed and he tried his best to quiet himself. 

“I’m sorry continue, so you buy yourself a new sex toy as a reward for passing your classes,” he said, trying not to laugh again. 

“Basically,” you admitted sheepishly. “So I bought myself something last week and I can’t use it,”

“What like it’s broken?”

“No,”

“Do you not like it as much as you thought you would,”

“No, I didn’t get to try it, not really, it’s too big,” you hid your face in your hands,

“It doesn’t even fit inside of me and I kind of hurt myself trying last night, that’s why I’m walking funny,” you admitted finally, humiliated. The worst part is, it wasn’t even that big you’d seen people take much, much more, and even though what you were getting was pretty reasonable considering what else was for sale. 

“We’re you like, stretched outright?” Kuroo asked. 

“Apparently not, I mean I used lube I was uhm in the right headspace so to speak, But like I couldn’t even get the tip in this thing was huge,” you defended, then mimed the approximate size of the dildo.  

“I bet I could have made it fit,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at him 

“I didn’t think you were into taking Kuro-”

“Shut up you brat I meant I could have made it fit in you,” he snapped back. You scoffed

“Oh excuse me, I forgot you lost your virginity two years ago and now you’re a walking sex god my bad, go on tell me how to fuck my own pussy,” you snapped. 

“Easy princess don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just saying that thing cost you what 80 bucks? You can’t just let that go to waste,”

“50,” you corrected with a sniff, but he had a point that was still fifty dollars of Oragasums you needed to get out of this too big thing, and Kuroo was the kind of friend who could help you with this and it wouldn’t change the relationship between the two of you. 

“If you hurt me I’ll break your neck,” 

“Deal,” he said instantly a light shining in his eyes. 

“And If you can’t make it fit you buy me dinner for wasting my time,” you said, 

“Anything you want,” he agreed, he was way too excited to go along with this. 

You were sitting between Kuroo’s legs naked. His big hands ran over your body slowly, raising goosebumps along your skin. 

“This thing is fucken huge I thought you were just being a baby,” he laughed, 

“You’re just mad it’s bigger than yours,” you snapped back you could feel him pressed against your back he was hard, and you wondered if he’d get off just by touching you. 

“What do you do, to start? How do you turn yourself on?” he asked, his large hands resting on your thighs. 

“I don’t know just watch porn I guess,” you admitted. He hummed thoughtfully. 

“What kind of porn?” 

“I don’t know,” you took a deep breath, It was just Kuroo you could be real with him, and he’d respect you he would keep your secrets and he wouldn’t make fun of you. 

“I like ASMR stuff, just a lot of moaning, and dirty talk,” you told him. Kuroo hummed behind you like he was thinking of what to do next. 

“I can do that I think, You just want me to tell you how pretty you look, spread out for me like this?” His voice was lower than it normally was and you felt its effect down to your toes. 

“Yes,” you said, breathily, you wished he’d just get on with it and touch you.  Suddenly he let out a low moan that made you jolt, you felt like you would have jumped out of your skin if Kuroo hadn’t been there to hold you down. 

He laughed a little, “I’m so fucking lucky to see you like this, I’m almost scared to touch you, I think the second I sink my fingers in that pretty cunt I might cum,” he said. Finally, he reached to the Apex of your legs and ran his thick fingers over your folds spreading your wetness over your clit. 

“Do you like that kitten? You like Daddy playing with your clit?” he asked and you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Y-yes D-Daddy,” you whimpered making Kuroo laugh, you wondered how he knew that you liked that or if he was doing it for him. Either way, he was getting you off. 

“Is this how you play with your private parts baby? Is this how you touch yourself when Daddy isn’t there?” he was teasing you now, circling your entrance with his middle finger, only pushing into you when you caught him off guard and pitched your hips forward 

“Naughty girl,” Kuroo laughed as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, twisting his wrist in you.  “How should Daddy punish you for being such a bad slut?” he asked Kuroo dipped his head and started kissing your neck before surprising you by sinking his teeth into your neck. 

“Now, whenever someone asks where you got that mark you have to look them in the eye and tell them that there aren’t any classes on how to fuck yourself so you had to get your friend to show you how to use your cunt,” he said against your ear. He slipped another finger inside of you, scissoring you open and fucking you with his thick fingers. 

“Daddy-” you moaned bucking your hips down against his hand again, this time he let you without punishment unless you counted more neck kisses as a punishment. You could feel his cock hard against your back rutting against your ass. 

Kuroo had three fingers in you now, you’d never felt so full before, 

“Kuroo, I need you,” you whimpered you were going to cum if he kept touching you like this. The Dildo he was supposed to be fucking you with was long forgotten at the other end of the bed. 

Kuroo pulled his finger out of you and flipped you around pressing your back to the mattress. He loomed over you caging you in with his larger frame. 

“Fuck baby look at you,” he sighed, “All fucked out just from Daddy’s fingers,” he moaned shoving his jeans down his legs. You almost whimpered when he pulled his cock out. You watched as he pumped himself in his fist and pulled one of your legs up over his shoulder. 

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes- please Daddy,” you pleaded, Kuroo didn’t make you wait, he dipped his head to kiss you as he slid in. you couldn’t help but mona as you felt him fill you up. 

“Fuck baby even with all that prep work, you’re so tight,” he purred against your neck. “I’m going to move now is that okay?” 

“Yes-”

 Kuroo tried to be gentle at first, but how you were sucking him in and milking his cock made it hard to hold back. 

“There's my good girl,” he grunted his thrusts getting sloppy, Kuro was having a hard time focusing on two things at once, thrusting his hips at a steady pace and rubbing your clit,

“Fuck baby, are you close? Are you going to cum?” Kuroo asked, desperately, he was close to his own release but he was determined to get you off first. 

“Daddy, I’m so fucking close please keep fucking me,” you pleaded, throwing your head back and arching your body up against him. 

Kuroo could do that at the very least. He hooked one hand under your hip and lifted you up so he can fuck you deeper, 

Kuroo watched your eyes roll back into your head as you came around him, the feeling of your orgasm was enough to push him over the edge, and the two of you came together. 

Kuroo held you close as you both heaved, catching your breath and coming down from your respective highs. 

“That was so fucking good,” he sighed, nuzzling the side of your neck. 

“You owe me dinner,” you sighed,

“What?” he asked, you grinned and nodded towards the toy 

“Didn’t make it fit, you owe me dinner,” Kuroo found that he could live with that.

#kuroo x reader smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #fem reader #haikyuu!!

[azucanela]

DAY 19. CALLS

PAIRING: KUROO TETSURO X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NONE.

A/N: honestly been excited to write this one, i tried to make it canon kuroo not fanon kuroo so aksjdhaksjdh

FLUFFVEMBER MASTERLIST

The first time Y/N L/N calls Kuroo Tetsuro, it’s entirely by accident. They’d been in a single group chat together, not interacting once outside of it— or in the group chat itself if she was honest, it was purely for a minor group project— but she’d saved his number. So, when Y/N clicks what she thought was her friend’s number in the midst of her rage, she doesn’t take another moment to check and instead begins her rant.

“You would not believe the day I just had. After everything, this man had the audacity to speak to me? I don’t think so—” She inhales deeply, preparing to continue her rant, only to see that the face on her screen is not that of her friend. “Oh my god.” A hand claps over her mouth, and Y/N can feel her cheeks grow warm. 

The face on the screen does happen to be Kuroo Tetsuro, albeit with an awkward smile on his face, brows raised. “So... I’m assuming this call wasn’t for me but, care to continue?”

Almost immediately, in the midst of her embarrassment, Y/N L/N hangs up the phone, hand still clasped over her mouth as she slams her head into the pillow and promptly throwing her phone across the room. 

It’s safe to say that the next time Y/N calls someone, she checks the contact twice.

The next time Y/N and Kuroo are on the phone together, it’s another group project in which half the group failed to contribute anything, leaving the pair to finish the entire project together. On a phone call. At the latest possible time. The call comes from Kuroo— panicked over the possibility of failing the project and worsening his grade in his class. If he’s honest, he didn’t expect Y/N to pick up, especially considering their last interaction. But seeing as she was the only one who had actually contribute thus far.

To his relief, she picked up the phone, albeit confused and tired. 

“Have you looked at our group project recently?” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, causing Y/N’s brows to furrow as she sits up on her bed. 

“No? After I finished my part I left it, why?” In the back of her mind, Y/N has an idea as to why he’s calling, though she truly is hoping for the best as she grabs her computer from her nightstand. A small amount of panic floods her as she quickly enters her password. “Don’t tell me...”

Working on a group project meant for five people and two weeks of work, during one nights between only two people, really brings people closer together. Sleep deprivation coupled with a bitterness towards your other group members does wonders for lasting awkwardness after all.

It’s safe to say that the next time Y/N L/N calls Kuroo Tetsuro, it is not an accident.

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[diaboliimperii]

worry ; kuroo tetsuro head canons!

anon request: Could you please write headcanons for Kuroo Tetsurou with a fem! S/o who acted weirdly for some time, only because she was anxious about telling him she is asexual?

warnings: minor language 

request here! hc’s and fics! tbh you can request almost any anime lol.

Kuroo had always been the understanding type

Everything you told him would go through his head, process and done he’ll be on the same page as you

Sure he’s kind of hard headed and sometimes repulsive, but he told you once that anything that is personal to you he’d understand because he loves you.

He promised to you that he’d tell you everything, no secrets, just truth in the relationship.

You promised him too.

But there was something that you couldn’t get off your chest

You haven’t told him who you really are, and that you’re asexual.

Once or twice you had said it out loud to yourself that it wasn’t something that bad to keep from kuroo, but you didn’t want to keep anything between you and him.

You promised him no secrets, but there you are in front of a corner store holding a bottle of juice while waiting for Kuroo

You wondered if this was the right thing to do. To keep it from him.

“Hey, babe, are you okay?”

Damn, he knew you too well to know what there was something on your mind.

Your head was in the clouds because you were pondering what was the right time to tell him.

“Me? I’m always okay, let’s go home yeah?” “No, are you actually okay?”

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

You lied to him that day, you weren’t fine, you were lying to Kuroo for weeks that there wasn’t something on your mind.

Kuroo was asleep on the couch with his arms lazily draped on your waist.

You wondered if he would break up with you, because of being asexual. You wondered if he would break up with you, because you’re being suspicious.

The anxiety you had of confessing something that you held close was hard for you to come in terms with, especially with telling Kuroo.

“How am I supposed to tell him?” You say to yourself as you look at the ceiling you shred with Kuroo.

His heartbeat mocking your own wasn’t helping.

Slipping out to get a drink of water you heard movement on the couch.

You didn’t realize that once you left the warmth you were emitting left Kuroo causing him to wake.

It’s been weeks since you had the guilt bottled up in you.

There was just no reasonable time to tell him, there was no good location to tell him.

It was so hard to even bring up the subject.

So you held it in hoping that one day it’ll just pop out. What you didn’t realize that Kuroo knew you were being suspicious.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

“Oh me? Nothing. Just me being me!” You exclaimed.

Kuroo was concerned deeply since you had been acting some type of way for sometime.

Now or never, Y/N you told yourself.

“I’m asexual!” You confessed.

Kuroo’s eyes opened wider than ever.

Oh god, here comes the judgement.

He stepped closer to you,

“That’s-that’s-wonderful!” He exclaimed.

You were taken back from what he said. You blinked a couple of times from his statement.

Kuroo was overjoyed with happiness that you had come clean to him. He stepped forward more and enveloped you in a hug.

“You’re okay with it?” “Me? Of course I am!”

It felt nice, having all the weight off your shoulders, and having Kuroo hugging you.

“Is that why you were worried and acting odd these past couple of weeks?” He asked in a whisper tone as his hand had your head.

“Yeah...” you trail off. “I was worried that if I told you that I was asexual you would get freaked out - disgusted even. I’m sorry I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

Kuroo just listens.

“Why are you sorry?! You shouldn’t be sorry! This is you. And no one can change that. You are you. And you’re still the same person. Because you are you no matter what.” Was the only thing that came out of his mouth.

Kuroo although was eccentric at times knew he shouldn’t mess up your moment.

“I love you, you know that? Asexual or not, you’re mine. You’re my baby girl. You’re my happiness, you’re my amazing girl. I love you. I love how smart you are, I love how beautiful you are. I love everything about you, and you telling me that you’re asexual didn’t change nor reduce my love for you. Rather, it made me fall in love you more that you trust me with something that is important. I love you. I hope you know that.”

“Thank you, Kuroo. I love you too, thank you for understanding.” “No problem, now let’s grab ice cream to celebrate!”

You were shocked that he accepted you so quickly. And more surprised that he wanted to celebrate.

“Why are we celebrating???!” Kuroo just smirks at you.

“Because, I am the most luckiest person in the world!!!” “Why?”

He places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Because I have you, Y/N.”

“God you’re such an idiot, you know that right?”

“You’re right, but at least I am your idiot.”

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[ladytheoris]

As cliche as it sounds and feels, it was on a rainy day that you met Kuro Tetsuro. You were drenched in the rain, clothes sticking to you like a second skin. That's when Tetsuro, the volleyball captain of your college, bumps into you. At the least expected moment, that too.

No, you did not know about him before but has heard your classmate Ted talks about how good he is (in all senses). And when you finally met him, you didn't realise this is the guy they were rambling about. He was but what they said. They told how smooth and cheesy he was with words, but he was just suave.

He even handed you his jacket because your white shirt showed off a bit too much after being soaked. No, he did not have an ounce of naughty thoughts seeing you, because he knows you as someone who comes to his practices just to get away from the crowds. The occasional bounces of the ball on the floor, with team members screaming at the top of their lungs created an ambience when you randomly scribbled on your notepad about a random guy that floats in the air to reach for the ball.

The year's later when he finally got to see those pictures he realised that it was him you were drawing. And now, he placed his head on your lap, as you brush the strands of hair away from his eyes, all his golden eyes could see where that girl whom he accidentally met on that one rainy day. The day when it all changed for him. And honestly, not a single day has passed since your first official date about him telling how much of a parasite you were to him poor mind. As dramatic as he can be, he loves you. Scratch that he fell in love with you that first time he lend you his jacket.

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[theglitterypages]

Hello Lia! I hope you are doing good. I would like to say Thank you for writing the Beautiful Dream! This is the first long fic that I followed and I am very happy with the story! And also thank you for the bonus chapter that you will write soon. Stay safe always! 🧡

-Omg darling thank you for this message! I'm glad that you loved Beautiful Dream! Because this message tear me up, I will dedicate this chapter to you. Please have a nice day and I hope you'll love this. Take care sweetie!-

Beautiful Dream

Special Chapter

Masterlist

(Note: This is compilation of short stories as in short short lmao)

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Kuro was busy reading his lectures in his library when someone suddenly sat in front of him and as his eyes flicked upwards he saw a girl that looks familiar, she's smiling at him as she looked down at his notes.

“Hello, I'm Azumi. We're in the same class.”

“Kuro Tetsuro.” Kuro politely introduced himself plainly wanting to show that he's not really interested.

"I see that you're studying I wonder if I can join you then we can hang out later at lunch?" She said and Kuro took his phone out of his pocker before he looked at the girl. “Sorry, I have a girlfriend.” he said as he showed his phone case with your picture on it and the girl turned red in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn't know.”

"Hmm, no problem. But you should probably look for someone else as company, I just don't want to give my girl any reasons to be jealous."

The girl left with no words and Kuro sighed in relief. He wouldn't deny that the girl was pretty but he still finds you much prettier than anyone else in this University and ever since he met you he never got interested in any other girls, just you.

He immediately unlocked his phone and sent you a text, telling you how his day went on and he mentioned the girl just so you would know. He's always been like that, he wouldn't want to leave out any single detail as much as possible because he wants his girl to know everything.

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You were busy cleaning the house when your Mom went home, she was carrying a pink box with a ribbon on top. "Someone sent this to you." She said before giving you the box, your Mom took over the cleaning duty and told you to go and open it in your room, makes you think it was from her, really but when you opened the box as you sat in your bed, your mouth gaped open.

The box was quite big, and you saw that there were pictures of you sleeping, eating and just random things. It was a screenshot of your video calls with Kuro, you took the small card inside and read what was written on it.

"I miss you so bad. Please accept my heart, I love you baby."

- Kuro Tetsuro

You smiled at that, Kuro is just full of surprises isn't he? You looked at every pictures that were on the box, it has little captions written on the back. A picture of you sleeping has a caption that says 'My Beautiful Dream is dreaming.' You almost cried, you weren't being overdramatic, it's just that to you, you're not pretty but Kuro Tetsuro always make sure to let you know how much he values you and knowing how he treasure these little moments that you both shared, you found yourself falling deeper.

He also sent his printed pictures, a red hoody, a perfume and a small bag full of your favorite chocolates. When you opened the red box you saw a silver bracelet, your name was engraved on it.

When you took out the hoody, there was a sticky note on it 'I already had this washed :)' you almost chuckle and when you kept it close to your chest, that familiar musculine scent tickled your nostrils.

The hoody smelled like Kuro and when you smelled the perfume that was in the box, you realized that he sent you his perfume, and another note was attached to it saying:

"I just want to make you feel like I'm always close..."

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“Hey, Hey, Hey! Let's have lunch together, Kuro!” Kuro's eyes snapped towards the owl headed man and he shook his head, “Sorry Bo, I gotta meet YN today.” Bokuto gasped dramatically and gave a hard slap in his friend's back multiple times, Kuro groaned in pain but Bokuto doesn't seem to notice that he hit him too hard.

"Go on, go on! Meet her already, there are lots of creeps out here, she shouldn't be alone for a long time." Bokuto said with his brows furrowed, obviously worried for you.

Since the owl man is a close friend of Kuro, you've become close with the former captain of Fukurodani and Bokuto is that big brother that you've always dreamed of, he's fun and extremely sweet.

Bokuto watched his friend run away before he fished his phone out of his pocket, he's gonna text Akaashi and ask what he's up to. Maybe he should ask him to eat lunch with him since Kuro has a date and he's got no one to eat with.

Really, really sad but anyway....

You were playing with your fingers as you anxiously wait for Kuro, the two of you agreed to meet on a cafe near his university, you thought of surprising him in the campus but outsiders aren't allowed so you waited in the cafe, for 15 minutes yet it feels like several hours because the introvert inside you chose to say hello today.

Thankfully, you saw Kuro entering the cafe with a smile painted on his lips. He immediately walked towards your table and leaned down to kiss you in your forehead before he sat across from you.

"Did you wait too long? Sorry, love. Prof's a bit grumpy today, I miss you so bad."

"I miss you too, Tetsu. And I didn't wait for too long, don't worry about it."

After the two of you gave your orders to the waiter, both of you reached out for each other's hands at the same time and Kuro let out a chuckle. "I miss you baby love. You look pretty as usual, I love your dress." He complimented as his eyes scanned your outfit, Kuro had always thought that bright colors suits you especially this one.

You look stunning in your yellow dress and once again he fell in love with you.

“You know, yellow suits you. You're literally shining. Pink is a good color for you too, like the one you wore when we met Granpa and Grandma.”

He introduced you to his grandparents a long time ago, during the Nationals Kuro brought you home with him. His grandparents are lovely and you can see the reason why Kuro seem so well mannered. His grandparents did a great job raising him.

In this almost a year relationship, you notice that Kuro is really vocal in telling you stuffs like this and you don't actually mind but you're totally mindblown that he remembers the colors and patterns of the clothes you wore. Whenever you two would meet he'll notice if you're wearing something new, and his opinion in your fashion is a great help.

"I still wonder why you were so eager in suggesting me colors of clothes and patterns. I love it but I'm intrigued, Tetsu."

When your orders came, Kuro smirked at you before he gestured the foods on your table. “I guess, I'll be answering that after eating.” you scoffed and sliced the cake you ordered before sipping onto your iced coffee.

Kuro didn't eat though, he just looked at you with a fond smile playing on his lips and you frowned. “Okay, what is it?” Kuro sipped onto his coffee first before he looked straight in your eyes, his hazel orbs staring right into your heart and soul.

“I love the way you dress, it's just so you. And because I always miss you, whenever I see a certain dress displayed on a store, I always imagine you wearing them.” he chuckled as he bit his lower lip as he slowly shook his head as if he can't believe he just said that.

“Before I even know it, you're all I can think of. My mind just automatically connects you in everything that I see.”

Kuro couldn't understand it either, but then a part of him knows that it was because he's longing for you every time. Whenever he's in class, he'll think of how you'd probably love to learn all that he's learning at that moment because he knows your love for knowledge, whenever he's eating lunch with Bokuto, he'll wonder if you'll love the foods in their cafeteria and when he's on his way home to see the bookshop near his home, he'll always take his time to look at the books and wonder which of them would you like to read.

He honestly couldn't pick a book so he'll always end up going home empty handed 'cause he's afraid he'll choose the wrong book but he knows there's no such thing, it's just that all he wants was to satisfy you.

He wouldn't call it an unhealthy way of thinking of you, it actually has a positive effect in his every day life. Despite of the things he hate in college it becomes bearable whenever he'll think that you'll be in college soon as well and he couldn't wait for the moment where you'll complain about it as well.

You were astonished to hear all of that. You still find it hard to express yourself throug words especially in person but you're amazed of how he could say all the things he wants to say.

“Sorry, do I sound like a creep?” Kuro asked nervously. You shook your head with a low chuckle and you looked around you before you stood up and leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

"No, I love you.”

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You've always wonder how Kuro would act if he gets jealous. It's not like you'd want to try and make him jealous intentionally but it's always been the source of your curiosity. He's always been the mature one in the relationship and he never acts impulsively.

And you both agreed that no one should keep a secret, he wanted the two of you to be open with each other and you agreed. But you do your best to hide your jealousy because you wouldn't want him to think that you're too needy.

But you wonder if he gets jealous at all.

And honey, you shouldn't have even thought about it.

Long distance relationship is not easy, but because of modern technologies the two of you made it work. Kuro never failed to let you know how much he loves you, that's just how he is as a boyfriend and he's always in your social media accounts spreading love in there. With that being said, Kuro sees all of your posts, and while he was scrolling through his phone on Twitter. He saw IT.

You posted a picture of you and Nishinoya in a convenience store wearing the same color of jacket. He clenched his fist and zoomed in the image, he gave you that jacket that's why he knows it's not a couple item but then! He couldn't help but see how lucky Nishinoya is to be with you at this time of the night while he's staring at night sky as he goes crazy because of college.

Kuro reminded himself to be calm and rational but darling we all know that jealousy is a bitch.

He called you when you got home. Yacchi, Hinata, Tanaka, Enoshita and Kageyama were in your house. They're all there to study and because you and Nishinoya lost in rock-paper-scissors you are both tasked to buy snacks since they'll be spending the night as well. It was just a coincidence that you both wore the same color of hoody that night but you didn't mind really.

"I saw your tweet with Nishinoya-san. Isn't it a bit late to go out, love?" He asked, trying his best not to sound bitter. "Well, Chikara, Ryu and the second years are here to spend the night, we're here to study all night long so we Yuu and I bought snacks." Yachi took the paper bags from you and you mouthed a thank you before you distanced youraelf from the group to have some time to talk to Kuro.

"You two looked nice..."

It was odd, that sentence was nowhere normal and you frowned, but you didn't think Kuro would be someone to say things that have hidden meanings so you thought he was just saying the truth. "Nice? Well, we absolutely rocked on our hoodies don't we?" Kuro sighed and he massaged the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

"Yeah, if I'm not your boyfriend I'd totally think you guys are dating."

Kuro hung up after he realized what he just said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cussed underneath his breath as he slammed his head in his study table.

When his phone rang and he saw your name flashing in the screen he wanted to run but he knows that he couldn't so he answered the call. He didn't hear your voice immediately but he can definitely hear the chaos on the background.

"Tetsu, Yuu is not someone to be jealous of, I promise. You know I love you, right?"

Kuro let out a deep breath before he smiled to himself, "Yeah....I love you too." he answered and you smiled when you hear his response.

"I've always wondered how would it be if you get jealous. I kinda regret it now, instead of hanging up on me, tell me what you really feel. I'd like to be transparent in everything when it's you, when it's us, Tetsu." you told him, of course you've had you own days where you just keep on asking yourself if he'll be able to stay with someone like you, when he can have everyone else who's much better and much nearer to him but you've proven his loyalty to you so many times.

You'd like to have your turn, you'd like to be the one to reassure him the way he reassures you. Kuro remained silent, he would never doubt your love for him but he's afraid, afraid that you will somehow realize that he's not the best after all.

After all those slow replies because he's busy, all those calls that were cut off short because a groupmate for an activity will come up to talk to him and those nights where he'd accidentally doze off while you're on the phone, he expected you'd explode one of these days but you didn't.

You've always been understanding.

"I don't want you to question my feelings, or anything about us. This is the first time that I liked someone, so I want to hold onto you for as much as I could and I wouldn't want you to think I'd let you go just because we are far from each other. I love you, Tetsu. That may not mean much but it's all I know.."

You didn't want to drop the "L" bomb like that but you did anyways, Kuro Tetsuro was frozen in his own position. And he felt his knees slowly giving out as your voice echoes in his ears.

He wanted to say it first...he wanted to make it memorable for you but as usual, you've never failed to surprise him. With trembling lips, he prepared himself to reply, "I love you too. More than you can think of." You chuckled on the other line after that, because it took him quite long to respond.

"Whatever you say, Jealous Tetsu." You teased.

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Random Tweets of the Beautiful Couple (Faceless Vecs are made by me, it's far from perfect but I'm sorry)

-This is Kuro's Twitter Profile

-YN's Twitter Profile uWu

-The Tweet Where Kuro got jealous lmao

-YN's Random Tweets

-Kuro's Random Tweet

-YN's Random Tweet

-Kuro's Random Tweet

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Note: I'm truly sorry for taking this long to post this. Just got busy in college pffft. Anyways, thank you so much for staying with me till the end. Thank you for supporting Beautiful Dream. I hope I was able to bring happiness to all of you, that's one of the reasons why I write. Fanfics helped me get through hard times so I want to do the same for other people. Thank you so much! I hope y'all find your own Kuro Tetsuro❤

-Lia

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[ushiwakatrash]

Being the manager of Nekoma

-You were childhood friends with Kuroo and Kenma so when you became a first year and entered Nekoma with Kuroo, he kinda dragged your ass to the gym and announced that you’d be happy to manage them

- YOU HAD NO IDEA (poor Kuroo limped home that day)

- You stood as the referee whenever Yaku and Kuroo started fighting Kai just usually smiled and enjoyed the show

- When Kuroo and Yaku finally agreed on something, you almost cried as you gave them both noogies

- Yaku appreciates that you don’t ridicule him for his height because let’s be real, you’re just as tall as he is

- The year that followed, Kenma is also dragged by Kuroo to join the team. When he sees you, his anger towards Kuroo slowly disappears and he’s happy that his player 2 will be with him

- You gave him the idea of his ign Kodzuken

- Taketora could not speak to you AT ALL. The boy just blushed and stuttered whenever you were around

- Whenever you were with Fukunaga, he would crack jokes only you could hear and when he’s saying it with his serious face, it makes it 10x more funny. Other members will question why you’re laughing but you just brush it off and tell them it’s just between you and KING Fukunaga

- Fast forward to being a third year, you would always kick Lev for making fun of your height. (Yaku’s proud)

- Inuoka is baby. He is your baby. You don’t notice but you dote on him too much because he is just too cute and energetic. Kuroo and Kenma sometimes gets jealous because ‘Hey, we knew her first!’

- Because Kuroo and Bokuto are bros you become friends with him too. You get along better with Akaashi though because sometimes the bro crackhead energy is too much for you

- When Kuroo does his lil speech before a match, they include you in the circle and ask you to put out your fist with theirs

- Not gon lie, this makes you extra happy and they know it

- They look at you every time they score a point because your proud face makes gives them energy

- You cheer the loudest whether they win or lose and their heart clenches when they hear your cute voice 

- !!! Boba after games !!!

- They’re a rowdy bunch but you know they got your back no matter what, justy like you got theirs ♥

Being the manager of Seijoh / Aoba Johsai

Being the manager of Shiratorizawa

Being the manager of Karasuno

Being the manager of Fukurodani

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

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[asena-graywolf]

My Horny Pervert

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

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

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

He had no idea what this ridiculous feeling meant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want too?"

You were willingly answering yes to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I fuck your wet cunt?”

“You don't even have to ask”

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

Kuro points to the teacher's desk

“Lie down on the desk and open your legs”

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

“You ruminated”

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

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

“Yes Kuro-kun?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kuro-kun? What happened?"

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

“I was saying…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N…Y/N…”

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

“Y/N…Ahhh! Y/N”

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

He was out of breath.

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

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

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

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

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

And right after he got a text from the DM

“Thanks for the likes Kuro-kun!”

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

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

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It will be continue in Part 2

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