#kuroo has the most stupid hair ever

[seijorhi]

invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

 Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more. 

Your stomach flutters.

—

‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

—

“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend. 

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you. 

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah. 

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass. 

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good. 

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.” 

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine. 

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess. 

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit. 

Sweetheart’s a rare one. 

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out. 

Fuck. 

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door. 

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead. 

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

—

You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone. 

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely. 

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault. 

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you. 

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him. 

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him. 

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice. 

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours. 

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything. 

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this. 

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe. 

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain. 

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming. 

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out. 

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs. 

—

Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely. 

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense. 

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place. 

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder. 

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there. 

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere kuroo tetsurou #yandere kuroo tetsurou x reader #oc: kuroo shinnosuke #tw: noncon

[bokuroar]

𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂!! 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 & 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 “oh.” 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁

↬ fyi: the italicized “oh.” moment is famously used in referring to the exact moment where a person realizes they’re in love ♡ ><

↬ part 2 here!

↬ hq characters (oikawa, bokuto, kuroo, suna) x gn!reader

↬ cw // mild cursing

ꕤ oikawa flinches for the third time as you dab cotton on his scraped knees, tending to his bruises he got from pushing himself too much during training. again. stop practicing overtime and overworked, that’s what you have been telling him. trying to, at least, because for all the years you’ve worked with him you know these concerns don’t go through his thick, stubborn skull. “you better not give me any shitty excuses.” you mumble as you press ice and wrap bandages on his fingers too, while tōru thinks you have never looked more adorable with a focused, scrunched brows and a frowning mouth that can’t help but tsk out loud scolding the athlete as their manager for not taking care of himself. at that moment, oikawa doesn’t know what hurts more—the bruises forming on his skin, or the itch and ache of wanting to hold your hands in his and never let go. uh oh.

ꕤ “bang! fukurodani bags the trophy with their ace!” where are you, where are you, bokuto could almost hear his thoughts thrumping as loud as the school band’s drums while he scans the booming crowd. fukurodani just won a championship, and the first thing bokuto does is look for you. he doesn’t feel like it’s a win worth celebrating, not yet, until he can do it by your side. as he sets his eyes on your familiar figure on the bleachers, it’s like the whole world drowned out by themselves. all he could see was your eyes lit from happiness, arms waving, and all he could hear was your voice calling out his name. before bokuto knows it, he was running to you, arms open to give the biggest hug he could ever provide. with his forelimbs encapsulating your middle, he lifts you from the ground and spins you around—bokuto’s childlike smile widening as he hears your squeals and giggles. so this is what winning really feels like. oh!

ꕤ you feel like you beat the cheshire cat in the grin forming on your face as you got back your exam results in chemistry. a perfect score, ha! the little celebratory dance happening in your mind was broken by the familiar voice at your side. he peeks through your shoulder and chuckles, “took you long enough to surpass me.” it’s your seatmate, kuroo, who made everything a competition since freshmen year–academic assessments included. “want me to get some band-aids for your bruised ego?” you tease and mock him enjoying the opportunity you’ve been waiting for. you didn’t notice he’s actually not paying attention to any of your words. with his head placed on the palm of his hand perched in his desk, kuroo can’t resist a smile despite your boasting. pride, ego, and academic morale set aside as he admires you—completely unaware of the fondest look as he takes in your beam. it’s no surprise you got so taken aback when tetsurō suddenly blurts out, “you’re so fucking pretty, did you know that?” oh?

ꕤ your childhood friend suna sees the annoying yellow-haired miya first, then, you seated right across atsumu in the high school cafeteria. belonging in the same friend group, it’s a must that you sit together for lunch every day as compensation for the busy schedules as seniors. carrying his food tray, rintarō stops in his tracks when he saw you laughing–loudly and carelessly with your eyes closed and head thrown back, most probably because of a stupid joke his equally stupid teammate made. “what the hell was so funny?” suna thinks and feels all things at once. he’s resisting the urge to smack atsumu at the back of the head in jealousy, he feels sick in the stomach realizing he wasn’t the one who elicited that beautiful laugh from you, he wants to drop the food and walk right over to kiss that damn lips. his daze gets vanquished by the smile you gave him as you caught a glimpse of him behind atsumu. “hey rin, over here!” you call out and tap the seat next to you. as you instinctively rest your head on his shoulder when he sat down, everything finally made sense to suna. oh no.

© bokuroar (2023) – do not plagiarize, modify, copy, use, translate, repost my work on other sites without permission.

a/n: hi.. it’s me … hehehe it’s really been awhile ;-; drop by my inbox to say hi or talk about this post more (or which characters should i include as im planning a pt. 2) hehehe

#✍️.haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #Spotify

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

#hq #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #kenma kozume #keiji akaashi #hinata shoyo #shoyo hinata #hq bokuto #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto kotaro #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya #yuu nishinoya #koshi sugawara smut #sugawara koshi #koshi sugawara #kageyama tobio #toru oikawa #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #hq smut #hq fluff #hq scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #hq angst

[sugawarassoulmate]

omg you’re latest loser!kuroo drabble made me think like imagine reader nd kuroo are eating out (sitting in a booth opposite from each other) nd these girls from kuroos class spot them nd start chatting w him nd reader is getting annoyed so instead of saying anything she’s rubbing her foot against his crotch while looking (trying) unbothered

this was fun to write lol

words: 734

cw: fem!reader, jealousy, name-calling, footjob, semi-public, dubcon, minors dni

you can feel the irritation building the second he locked eyes with them. you and kuroo had gone out to eat at the diner near campus when some of his classmates walked in and spotted him. instead of a simple “hi and bye”, they lingered at your table.

“oh, we don’t mean to interrupt…” but you’re going to anyway, you think to yourself as the girl and her friend ask kuroo some question about their chem class.

and of course, kuroo is so willing to help. “that’s really easy! here’s what you need to do,” he’s so sickeningly sweet, so gullible. he gives you an apologetic look—one that says “please be nice.”

he truly has no idea that these girls don’t actually give a shit about the lesson kuroo’s endlessly rambling about. it’s so obvious from the way the one closest to him twirls her hair around her finger, standing in a way that her chest was pushed out, there’s no way kuroo would notice the way her eyes would cast down at his lips every so often, a flirtatious smile growing on her face.

if she wasn’t bad enough, her stupid friend was sending you a smug look as if this had been her plan all along.

unlike kuroo, you’re not an idiot. you’re aware how other girls look at him—what they want from him—and as much as he says he’s yours, it won’t stop these bouncing idiots from circling around him like vultures.

kuroo must have said something funny since the girls both let out their shrill little laughs, the bolder of the two reaching out to grab his arm. his nervous smile is noticeable and you’re immediately pissed off.

but instead of telling the girls off until they cried like you would usually do, you continue to pick at your food and busy yourself with your phone. let them think they have your tall idiot in their clutches. neither of them would know that you were kicking your shoes off underneath the table. they were too busy laughing at kuroo’s definitely not funny joke about atoms to notice your foot inching its way until it rested in his lap.

the way kuroo’s body tensed up let you know that he had noticed.

oh, you were so inconspicuous while scrolling through twitter. the dumb broads talking their heads off beside you had no clue kuroo was getting hard all from the underside of your foot. he’d cough to get your attention, his way of asking you to stop, but you sweetly pushed his glass of water closer to soothe his throat.

“your friend is so sweet!” one of them said, sending you the most condescending look. petty as ever, you returned the favor, foot pressing harder against kuroo’s crotch just to see him shudder.

you weren’t a nice person. if he kept talking to them you were going to make him cum in his pants and he knows it. kuroo’s face is getting flushed and he’s starting to stutter while speaking. the giggles from the peanut gallery is appropriate. he looks so cute like this. so easy to manipulate, it’s not even fair. but you pop another fry in your mouth and keep going, running your foot alongside the shaft of his clothed cock, applying pressure and releasing every so often just to hear the sigh leave his lips.

“i-i think that answers your question!” he breathes, voice cracking. “i’ve held you up too long you’re probably busy.”

“we’re not that busy! why don’t we join you? it’ll be fun!” she’s so eager, it’s embarrassing.

another press on kuroo’s cock has him gripping the table. “uhh, you know, actually we’re on a date. so, we’d like some privacy.”

their little act drops the second they spot kuroo reaching over the table to grab your hand. all you give them is a cocksure grin while they stare back in disbelief, muttering apologies as they finally leave the two of you alone.

once they’re gone, you take your foot away and hear his sigh of relief.

“this is a date?” you snort, as he catches his breath.

“baby, please, they were just being nice…” you roll your eyes, annoyed that he could actually be so stupid.

“you’re gonna have to make this up to me,” you warn, putting your shoes back on.

and kuroo knows. he always ends up making it up to you.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE KENMA KOZUME HEADCANONS

Kenma is an obsessive yandere and he's also self aware 

You are in Kenma's math class and you were the only one who managed to catch his eye because of your shining personality. He really admired you, like alot

Even though this boi is OBSESSED with you, poor bby's really nervous about approaching you and blowing his first impression with you. So, he'll watch and admire you from far. And THAT means, he's basically like your secret admirer 

Though he might not seem like it, Kenma is a VERY perceptive person. He knows and understands what exactly a person is going through and their feelings. He cares for his friends a lot and YES, that ALSO includes a certain raven haired rooster ;) But these feelings are a bit.... different when it comes to you. He's never experienced love before and he has trouble understand these new feelings. He just can't understand HOW in the HECK you can make his heart flutter with your smile and his tummy become a zoo when you laugh. Sure, he's played games on love and all that before but he didn't bother going in depth about it but after he saw you, he made it like his mission to learn and know EACH and EVERY single thing about it

His confusion towards his feelings will most likely be manifested in dark, sinister and twisted feelings of love and obsession towards you. He's content with just watching you from far and if you speak to him, he'll be a stuttering mess. Poor bby

Doesn't like it when you hang around other people, ESPECIALLY Oikawa. He really hates how close you are with him. And he really wishes he could do something to get rid of those annoying little gnats you call 'friends'. Can't you see? They'll desert you one day and they'll NEVER love you like how Kenma does 

Luckily, Kuroo is Kenma's wingman and helps him get to you when he learns about his crush. I have a feeling Kuroo's also gonna help Kenma when it comes to kidnapping you and keeping you 'safe'

Sure, Kenma will collect little trinkets from you and have a collection of your items but he won't go as far as to collecting your clothes since he KNOWS that's just creepy as hell and he ain't that much of a creep

He will find out EVERYTHING about you and YES, that also includes that Wattpad and Tumblr account you haven't told anyone about. If you're an author on any of these sites, he'll find a way to login with your username and password after he reads them off from your secret diary, and he'll LOVE every word you've written. He'll also have access to your mails and everything since he wants to keep you safe from danger and he wants to know more about you 

As much as he creepily stalks the HELL out of you, he will respect your privacy and your personal space. He isn't a pervert to watch you take your showers and he drinks and DROWNS in his respect women juice like Kuroo 

He only stalks you since he just wants to make sure you get to places safely, like an escort mission in a game where you're the princess and he's your knight in shining armor or your prince charming 

Kenma won't go TOO far with his obsession. It'll take A LOT to make HIM snap and when he does snap, oh boy.... you better have your running shoes in handy since he is literally going to make Satan and Lucifer look like the Bubble Guppies, no joke

If he kidnaps you, it's going to be because he's scared and insecure that you'll like someone else and he doesn't blame you for that. But, he wants to make sure that you fall in love with him and if you don't, well... he'll make you fall in love with him

Don't EVER try escaping from him. Many bones WILL be broken and NONE of them are going to be HIS

When it comes to rivals and enemies, he'll let them off with a dire warning but if they are stupid enough to go near you again, he will literally kill them in the most painful way imaginable till that person is going to be BEGGING for death 

If you drive him stir crazy and over the edge, he'll just lock you in a dark room till you're ready to say sorry. He NEEDS you behave no matter WHAT he should do. He is rather strict when it comes to discipline and YES, he'll even take away the cat

After you're done with your punishment, he'll make you sit on his lap and wipe your tears while he cuddles with you and lets you play his video games or he'll let you watch your favorite movie on Netflix

Apart from this, he likes giving you little gifts from time to time like bracelets or if you like books, he'll get you books. If you're a gamer like him, he'll get you your own playstation and a nintendo switch or if you like drawing, expect a whole bunch of art supplies and sketch books sitting on the dining table wrapped neatly for you 

Would LOVE to have a family with you though he'll be nervous as hell. What if he won't be a good father? And he'll not force you till you're ready to have a family with him by having a bunch of crazy little toddlers running around here and there 

Manipulation will NEVER work on this dude so don't even try. He can easily tell when you're trying to manipulate him. He can calculate your every move and your thought since he studied you really well and you're easy to read like an open book. If you think you're 2 steps ahead of him, he's always 10 steps ahead of you 

Will never make you do things you're uncomfortable with. He gets shy sometimes when he shows you affection and if you reciprocate his feelings back, Tsundere mode activated. But, he'll cuddle you and hug and kiss you whenever you want

Nicknames include: Pudding (Why am I getting reminded of Harley Quinn calling Joker that?!), Kitty cat, Sweetheart, Darling, Kitten

Once you get Stockholm Syndrome, things will get easier for you and expect a neatly wrapped from Kenma's best man Kuroo who's happy for you both and is even MORE happy that he doesn't have to go chasing you around here and there anymore when you're trying to escape

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[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

Hey for your 100 followers can you do a Haikyuu red string au for Kuroo with a female or gn reader?

Red String Soulmate AU - Kuroo

He remembers when he was a kid and he was terrified of the red string attached to his pinky finger. He was a lot more socially awkward back then. And then he got older and started to think about what his soulmate would be like. Shallow things, at first. Like what you look like and whether you prefer strawberry candy or licorice. And he got into volleyball and started to wonder if you liked the sport too. If you’d watch him play, your eyes locked on him. He wondered if you’d laugh at his jokes and if you’d think his hair looked like a rooster. He wondered if you fiddled with your string when you were bored, too. He wondered if he’d look at you and just know.

“Hey, Ken, you ever think about your soulmate?” Kenma just shrugged, only half paying attention.

“Why should I? I’ll think about them when I meet them.” He reasoned, returning to his game. It seemed impossible to Kuroo. How could you not wonder? And sure, not everyone believed that your red string would lead you to true love and a happy ever after but still. If there was a chance, shouldn’t you grab at it? A couple of the guys had already met their soulmates, felt their strings pulled taut. They were annoyingly and disgustingly in love. Not that he was jealous.

He absentmindedly tugged on the string. It’d become a source of comfort in a weird way. A kind of ‘there is someone out there who the universe itself says has to love you’ which was as strong a comfort as any. It wasn’t like he was impatient to meet you because he was lonely, far from it. He had his team and he had something to work towards. And, he’d promised to help his coach be able to fulfill his dream of Nekoma competing against Karasuno at Nationals. He liked a challenge, and true love? That seemed like it’d be a pretty fun one. As stupid as it sounded, he wanted a partner. He wanted someone he could rely on, like people relied on him. He wanted to find the person that was meant to balance him out, whatever form that took. So he’d tug on his string, just wondering if there was somebody out there feeling that slight increase in tautness. Then it came time for the Nekoma, Fukurodani and Karasuno training camp. His string was more resistant to his fiddling than usual, like it was trying to pull itself towards his soulmate, pull him towards his soulmate. It felt like he was holding the leash of an annoyingly persistent small dog.

And then he was being introduced to everyone and he felt it again. That annoying insistent tug, like a demand for attention. He pulled his finger backwards. And sure, he was observant, but he still didn’t hear a small stumble at the back of the Fukurodani group. It was a moment he’d look back on and cringe at. So much for just knowing. He managed to somehow not notice for most of the training camp, remaining oblivious to the fact you were RIGHT THERE, as much as the string wrapped around his little finger tried to get him to realize. But then, it happened. He was hanging out with the guys in Gym 3 and you’d been assigned ‘Bokuto duty’ by Akaashi. Basically, you were meant to make sure Bokuto didn’t end up causing any intense structural damage while Akaashi was distracted actually playing volleyball. Kuroo felt the tug at his finger, more insistent than ever, as he stood on the court.

“You good, man?” Asked Bokuto, pausing the game for a moment.

“It’s my string,” he replied, “it’s really pulling at me.” Hinata gasped, eyes wide.

“That means your soulmate’s nearby.”

“No, short-stack, it means his soulmate’s traveling really quickly. They’re probably just on a plane somewhere.” Groaned Tsukishima. Nobody really understood the mechanics of soulmate strings. All they knew was when you and your soulmate were in close enough proximity, the link that bound the two of you became entirely visible. It was at that moment that the doors swung open.

“Bokuto I really hope you haven’t broken anything yet cause if you have the team is gonna yell at me and I do NOT have the energy for that today.” Came a voice. And, all of a sudden, he saw it. It was like seeing the world in high definition, seeing a person at the end of the string.

“Hi.” He said, breathless.

“Hi.” You replied. “L/N.”

“Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou.” He introduced him, reaching his hand out to shake yours. His end of the string brushed against yours and he smiled because finally, he was done waiting.

AN- I hope you liked this! I’m sorry if it was a bit short, Kuroo isn’t really the character I know most about so I find it hard to write for him. Thanks for requesting and a reminder to everyone that requests are open (I also have an event on) and comments are appreciated. 💖

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[sashimiyas]

Agent Neko

Summary: Kuroo is always coming and going. You and Neko try to give him a reason to stay.

Genre: neighbors to lovers; fluff; Kuroo owns a dog named Neko; minor mention that Kuroo has abandonment issues.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: writing for someone outside my usual? personally impressed. this was also just a stupid idea that somehow became way too long

“Okay, so remember that he eats soft foods for lunch now because of his poor little teethies.” You rub your knuckles against Neko’s cheeks. The movement lasts for two seconds until the spritely Shih Tzu mix’s tongue, whose haircuts rival his worst hair days, laps at your fingers happily.

Kuroo’s tender heart can’t stand the adorable sight. The genetic abomination looks like an eight year old’s worn out stuffed animal with one eye missing (one that you like to blame on an incident you’ve ominously dubbed as Final Mission), a tongue lollygagging down the right side of his muzzle thanks to some lost teeth, wiry hair that cannot be contained even with salon conditioner for dogs, and to top it all off, is ironically named Neko.

Kuroo was the one who named him despite it being his ex that wanted a dog so bad. If they had to get a pet, one that he warned he’d barely be able to take care of because he’s rarely home as it is, the only stipulation would be that he’d get to name it. He likes to think the name Neko fits the dog perfectly, having adopted him after he looked like he’d lived eight lives already and finally decided to retire after the eventful last mission.

You enjoy the theory, adding flourishes of your own like how Neko is a former agent who once had a lover who crossed him, leading to the lost eye. Or how one of Neko’s first missions landed him in France and that’s where he gained the penchant and insatiable appetite for high-end cheese.

His ex on the other hand, did not find it amusing. Not much of what Kuroo did was humorous to them, more eye roll inducing than anything so it shouldn’t have been surprising that after a trip from Poland to visit Ushijima, he found an abandoned apartment and Neko in your, his next door neighbor, care because they wanted nothing to remember him by.

Sure, it required a few impromptu sessions with a therapist and talk of his abandonment issues originating from childhood to get over the breakup, but it honestly was the greatest thing to happen to him. Because as little as he is home, Agent Neko happens to be the most important thing in his life, right next to volleyball.

And the whole ordeal led him to you, the greatest dog sitter to ever exist.

“Why does it sound like you’re the owner and I’m the dog sitter?” Kuroo bounces Neko in his arms, still enamored by the way he licks your fingers.

“Maybe because someone decided to go to Italy and visit some star setter but didn’t come back with any delectable Italian cheeses.” You cradle Neko’s face into your hands, flopping his ears back and forth as you coo. “Right, Neko? Isn’t he the biggest meanie?”

“Cheese would never get past customs and you know that.” Kuroo tries to defend himself despite the ridiculous argument.

You tilt Neko’s face up at his owner, a small little purr in his chest develops when you scratch the back of his ears. “Look at this face and tell him he can’t have Italian cheese. He saved your life from a nuclear explosion back in 2016. The whole world too and all undercover and this is how you repay him?”

Kuroo lifts the barely ten pound dog so he can speak to him face to face — man to dog.

“You get it, right Neko?” Kuroo should feel ridiculous engaging with his dog like he can understand him, ridiculous that the two of you continue to play up the charade, convinced that what’s in his arms is a former assassin that’s murdered at least a handful of people. But he doesn’t feel embarrassed at all. In fact, these little moments, the tidbits you share whenever he facetimes you for an update, are what he eagerly awaits for the whole duration of the plane ride home. He thinks of going home, Neko in his arms, and you animatedly recounting the two of your adventures. “You’re a traveled fellow so you know how it is.”

One eye blinks back at him followed by a needy whine as his tongue rolls out again, hoping to catch the tip of his nose.

“Demoted.” You point at Kuroo playfully. “It is as Neko commands. I am now his new owner.”

“Don’t worry buddy. I’ll make up for it. Soon, you’ll have the best rice in your belly from Uncle Kita.”

“You’re leaving again?” The lighthearted nature of the conversation tenses when he sees the surprised look on your face. He’s familiar with it, frequently bearing the expression as a child, disappointment filling his chest every time his father would leave before he’d wake and come back long after he’d fallen asleep.

Shame filters through him as he rubs the back of his neck. He stumbles over his charming facade, stammering words that refuse to come out. “Well, you see, heh–”

He thinks it’s the look in your eyes that has him short circuiting. There’s a weight in your expression, something that begs to tie him down and keep him planted. It’s a weird feeling that Kuroo hasn’t considered in a long time. He hasn’t felt anchored to the idea of home which is why he doesn’t own a single houseplant, a suitcase is always half packed, and if his say had ever mattered, he would have never adopted Neko. Yet for some reason, three blinking eyes, pouty lips, and one lopsided tongue makes him reconsider.

“You’re such a great dogsitter. Dog owner actually! The best in the whole apartment building, maybe even Tokyo. And Neko loves hanging out with you. He whines every time I take him on a walk and pass your door without stopping by. And you’ve—“

“Quit trying butter me up. I’m nothing like the athletes you need to talk up just to play a volleyball game. You know I’d watch Neko for free.” You give the dog a kiss on the top of the head, before peppering another two because you can’t help yourself. “You’re so stinking cute!”

Neko’s closed eye pant shows his love for the affection, something that Kuroo shares with him. Because you’re rather cute too. In kinship. He has to clarify — because it’s good to know that the things he treasures, you treat with the same care.

“I only thought you’d be here longer.” Standing back up to your proper height, you direct your question at him before taking a step forward, a nonverbal cue that it’s time to make his way out. “When will I have my roommate again?”

Kuroo turns around to head toward your door. “Two weeks from now.”

A vision of black cloth next to a dirty pair of athletic shoes at the side of the door makes him stop in his tracks so unexpectedly you run into his back.

“Ooof. Kuroo—“

He takes Neko into one hand and crouches down, picking up the fabric. The slight bounce confirms his suspicions and really, it feels like the air is thinning. That’s the only reason why he’s lost his breath right?

“Are these knee pads? Are you playing volleyball?” He asks after turning to face you. You take two seconds to register his question and the intent across his face.

A sheepish chuckle, you look to the side and totter in your stance, doing your best to remain nonchalant.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe.”

Even Neko snorts at your blatant lie.

“Well there’s this really hyped up all-star match coming up. And this super handsome sports promoter has been campaigning for the sport for like ever.” Your hands are moving swifter than your words like you're nervous. “Honestly, he can’t stop talking about it, it's kind of annoying. But he’s a little cute and his eyes light up every time he does. And he started brushing his hair recently so it looks so soft. And apparently Neko played a lot of volleyball during his stint in Russia so I figured why not try?”

Okay, there’s a fire. There’s a fire in this building because now Kuroo can’t breathe and the temperature in his body is rising. The knee pads drop from his hand to hide his face that is more than likely blushing. “Are you— are you trying to talk me up right now?”

“You may not have to butter me up, but maybe I do.” The smile you bear is almost sinful. Kuroo feels like he’s going to combust on the spot. “Because really, what’s the best dog owner in Tokyo got to do to make you stay? Is two weeks really enough to get good at volleyball?”

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[complexgods]

dilf kuroo who starts talking 2 his younger neighbor, YES THEY’RE LIKE 21 DW. things are going good until maybe a few months later they get closer and closer.. till one day kuroo says he wants to “try something out”.

he ends up yanking y/n’s hair while fucking him up against a sink.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THIS ONE!! Seriously your mind is galaxy-

Warnings: Dilf!Kuroo x M!reader (FEM READERS DNI), age gap, alcohol consumption, food mention, oral, choking, hair pulling, spitting, biting, ass eating, rimjob, finger sucking, bottom!reader, use of the nickname "baby", not proofread (I went kind of insane with this one skjdch)

You loved your new neighbourhood. You really did. You were proud of the house you managed to buy at only 22 years old, and you were happy that you got along with all your neighbours. You got along really well with your next-door neighbour, Kuroo. He was a single father of two kids, and he has taken quite a liking to you for some reason. He was always bringing you various things and waved to you whenever he saw you, flashing a kind, warm smile. You couldn't deny that you were attracted to him, the way his greying hair was always styled to perfection and the way his jeans perfectly hugged his ass often had you staring. However, you knew that chances with him were slim to none. You weren't stupid. He was way more experienced, not to mention a father of two. He most definitely was not into men, and even if he was, you were convinced he saw you as just his younger neighbour, nothing more. So, you simply enjoyed the conversations you shared in the driveway that grew longer with every time, knowing nothing more will ever happen.

You couldn't have been more from the truth, however, as you were soon going to find out.

"Kuroo-san! What are you doing here?" You asked when he rang the doorbell, leaning against the doorframe like he was some sort of movie star.

"I was bored. The kids are with their mother, and I had nothing to do. I thought I'd come by for an impromptu visit and invite you for dinner."

You blinked, not sure what to say. He simply looked at you expectantly, his eyebrows raised.

"Uh… Yeah sure! Sounds fun. Should I bring anything?"

"Nope, it's all taken care of." He replied with a wink. "See you later then! Does 6 sound good?"

"Yeah, that's- that's good." You swallowed before closing the door, blushing furiously once he was gone. Why was the fact that he winked at you so hot?

You decided not to show up empty-handed, however, opting for a classic bottle of red wine that your parents swore by. It wasn't the most expensive one but it got the job done and tasted rather nice.

"So glad you made it!" Kuroo said with a warm smile, patting you on the shoulder.

He was wearing a washed-out apron that his kids probably made for him in an arts and crafts session when they were younger because on it was written "World's Best Dad" in child's handwriting. How he managed to look good in even that baffled you.

"Please, come inside!" He urged kindly, taking the bottle of wine from your hands as you entered it.

You've never really been in Kuroo's house before, so this was definitely new territory. It was a nice house, clean and modern, but it definitely looked like a home first and foremost. It smelled like food already, and you couldn't wait to see what Kuroo had planned. It smelled absolutely delicious. You followed Kuroo into the living room, where he had you sit down and immediately poured you a glass of wine.

"The food will be ready in a while. For now, let's just enjoy the fact that my kids aren't screaming around the house." He sat on the other side of the loveseat, holding his own glass of wine.

You quickly fell into a deep conversation, the bottle of wine emptied before you knew it. Dinner was delicious as well, Kuroo was really an exceptional cook. The evening passed within a blink, and you insisted on helping him tidy up.

"You really don't have to," Kuroo said, trying to get you to sit down again.

"I know, but I was taught to help, so I will." You responded, taking the plates as well as the cutlery and putting them in the dishwasher.

"What's for dessert?" You asked, hearing Kuroo enter the kitchen.

When he didn't respond, you turned around to find him smirking at you. You couldn't help but swallow.

"You tell me." He said, taking a step closer to you.

The look on his face had you look up at him with an uncertain and intimidated expression.

"Wh-what do you mean?" You managed to whisper, avoiding his eyes now.

"Oh don't play innocent with me. I see the way you stare at me when you think I'm not looking." He lifted your chin with a slender index finger. "Do you want this?"

You only managed to nod eagerly before Kuroo surprised you with an intense kiss. His lips were softer than you imagined, and you welcomed his tongue exploring your mouth. It was only when he grinded against you that you left out a small moan, which only prompted Kuroo to go further. He placed his thigh in between your legs, flexing the muscle so it would rub deliciously against your hardening cock.

"Already hard for me? We haven't even started." Kuroo chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt as you unbuckled his belt.

"You're so needy." He said, pulling you into another heated kiss.

You dipped your hand into his boxers, feeling his own hardening cock against your palm. He felt big. You gave it a few experimental tugs, feeling it twitch in your hand. You moaned at the feeling.

"Can- I-" You asked, slowly pulling down the elastic of his boxers, slowly getting on your knees.

"Yes of course." Kuroo sounded breathless and you couldn't get enough of it.

Kuroo's cock sprung free and you practically drooled at how thick his cock was. How were you supposed to take him? Shaking that thought away, you cupped his balls, slightly massaging them, earning a twitch from his dick and a moan from the back of his throat. Precum was leaking from his tip and you decided to kitty-lick the tip, just to see what reaction you'd get. He involuntarily thrust his hips into you, gripping the back of your hair.

"Please for the love of all that is holy-" Kuroo started but was cut off by a moan as you took him as far as you could without gagging.

"Fuck your mouth feels so good baby," He gripped your hair tighter as he thrust into your mouth.

You choked, gripping onto his thighs as you tried taking him deeper, feeling drool running down your chin. When he finally pulled away, you gasped for air, wiping the drool from your chin. It was worth it hearing the low groans Kuroo let out.

"Turn around. I wanna try something."

He pulled down your jeans and boxers in a swift motion, exposing your leaking cock to the cool air. You moaned when he spread your ass, waiting for something to happen. Before you knew it, he spat onto your hole, making you jump. He immediately started eating you out, his tongue teasing your rim oh-so deliciously. When his tongue finally entered your puckering hole, you were a mess, gripping onto the kitchen sink as best as you could, not daring to touch yourself for fear that you'd cum too quickly.

"God. You're so fucking hot." Kuroo groaned as he spread your cheeks with one hand, the other one finding your mouth.

He pressed two fingers into your mouth, urging you to wet them. When he was satisfied, he pulled his hand away, immediately sliding two fingers into you. You welcomed the stretch, arching your back into his fingers, taking him deeper. You hissed when he scissored his fingers, opening you up for him. He curled his fingers finding that spot inside you with ease, making you see stars.

Only when he was three fingers deep inside you did he stop assaulting your hole pulling completely away for a second. He returned not ten seconds later, and you could hear a wrapper crinkling.

"Gotta stay safe, right?" He said with a sly grin when you looked back at him.

Once the condom was on, he slowly sunk into you, groaning at the feeling. You tried your best to stay quiet in order to focus on getting through the initial sting of the stretch. Kuroo stopped once he reached the hilt, and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore.

"Does it feel good?" Kuroo asked genuinely.

You only managed a weak whimper and a nod, which didn't satisfy him. He yanked at your hair with force, exposing your neck to him, pushing himself even deeper into you.

"I didn't hear you, baby."

You moaned out a loud "yes," and he let go of your hair, satisfied. Instead, he growled before gripping your hips as he slammed into you with no restraint. You could hardly breathe, feeling your ass cheeks sting with how hard Kuroo was pounding against them.

"Are you close?" You heard him ask in between thrusts, panting.

When you didn't respond, Kuroo took the hint and reached over your waist to pump your cock.

"You're leaking so much- fuck." Kuroo growled in your ear before biting into your shoulder, hard.

You shouted out as you came, not expecting the bite. That pushed Kuroo over the edge, and he came with a loud groan, finally stilling his hips inside you.

Once he pulled out and disposed of the condom, you both looked at each other, laughing. Your legs were trembling so hard you needed to sit down, and Kuroo brought you a warm towel to clean yourself up.

"Well. That was definitely not what I was expecting- but…" You started, not sure how to continue.

"But…?" Kuroo urged you on.

"It was great. Incredible, even"

"Yeah. We should do that again sometime."

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[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

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[ahtsumu]

how the haikyuu boys fall in love

oikawa falls in love like a tsunami’s last breath. the first time he realises he loves you, he thinks the earth beneath his feet has fractured. terrified, he recedes from your life, pulls back from your outstretched hands, withdraws from your longing gaze, hoping that his feelings will, too. instead, they surge forward with a roar, swell to monstrous heights, foaming viciously at the crest. and soon, the colossal wave collapses against the shore, unable to fight any longer. when his words finally flood out, that roar of the tsunami arrives in the end as a whisper–– “i love you.” and everything is washed anew.

iwaizumi falls in love like a tree branch under snow. his feelings accumulate crystal by crystal: a touch here, a smile there, a picture at 2 am followed by “i saw this and thought of you” and a reply of “go to sleep, idiot” seconds later. you worm your way into his heart so slowly he doesn’t notice it at first, doesn’t notice the thick layer of snow on the caving wooden limb, doesn’t notice that one more fleeting brush against his fingers will tip the scale–– until the branch finally snaps. and when he opens his eyes to a world bedazzled by snow, the only face he can see is yours.

kuroo falls in love like honey on pancakes. with him, there’s no sudden realisation, no flashbulb moment of his adoration, because he’s been happily fixed in a golden state of mind ever since the day you met. every day, his name sounds sweeter out your mouth. every day, he wakes up with sugar on his lips. it’s slow, how his love for you grows, but it’s steady. and now, as you kiss every knuckle on his hand to pull him back down to earth, he can only let out a soft, amused exhale through his nose. his half-lidded gaze focuses on your decadent features. “i’m here,” he purrs. 

kenma falls in love like eyelids after dark. very rarely do the gears in his head stop spinning; he’s lived his entire life on alert, taking in and apart details to survive. but with you… there’s no need to take in and apart the way your lips feel against his, the scent of your hair in his nose, your shallow breath against his neck. it all feels so safe. with you, he’s home–– he can finally rest. so even when light drains out from the sky, even when the world is at its worst, at the feeling of your body curling up to his, the gears in his head grind to a halt. and he lets his heart beat instead.

bokuto falls in love like a fledgeling from its nest. he knows it’s reckless––  ridiculously reckless–– to have so much faith in wings not yet fully formed, but there’s something about you that makes him want to soar. maybe it’s that you remind him of a cloudless blue sky or a valley that stretches from both ends of the earth or an ocean that glitters beneath the sun. maybe it’s that your name is a call to adventure. and at that moment, he realises that birds don’t fly when they’re ready–– they fly when they’re called to. so he steps to the edge, spreads his arms out, and leaps, your name a prayer on his lips.

akaashi falls in love like silence between friends. it comes over him naturally, instinctively, right as he thinks that he could do nothing next to you forever and still be satisfied. the feeling wraps his shoulders like a blanket and, with a twitch of his lips, he pulls it closer around himself. his eyes dart over to your figure, wondering if you know–– if you’d known this whole time. and then when you catch his gaze, when you ask “like what you see?” with a smirk on your face, he feels the fabric stretch around his shoulders as if to fit a second body. his reply comes to him like second nature, like instinct. “no, i love it.”

atsumu falls in love like skydiving from a plane. he’s meticulous, guarded, the most untrusting of fate. so he fights to gain the upper hand: he picks his parachute, his pilot, the day with the best weather–– everything is in his control. and when you come in full view, he finally thinks the dropzone is perfect. only then does he throw all caution to the wind, diving head first, eyes closed all the way down. an awesome wave of euphoria washes over him, lasting even when he realises he’s landed right in your arms, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, pupils wild with excitement. he wants to freefall into you again. so he does.

osamu falls in love like night over the city. it’s as inevitable as the cycle of the sun and moon and when it happens, he’s still the same–– yet everything is different. beside you, he feels the air change and all else fade into the background. beside you, the hum of the world turns into a steady beat, a pulse awfully similar to the one in his chest. and he flickers to life, a mosaic of light, when you touch him. he doesn’t usually look like this, you think as you draw circles on the back of his hand, trying to pinpoint what about him has changed. smiling softly, he knows that you’ll figure it out soon. or... he could say it now.

kita falls in love like a seed into the ground. he doesn’t feel it when it’s sowed, nor when it takes root beneath the soil, but he sure feels when it sprouts. its stem crawls around his legs and up his trunk, keeping him safely fixed to earth. it grows with every “good morning” and “i’ll save you a seat”, it grows when you prance over with a joke on your lips and two coffees in your hands. it grows when he sees you with your eyes closed, head tilted towards the sky like a sunflower, and realises that you are all he’s ever wanted. your head turns. your eyes meet. and as spring does with the cherry trees, he blooms.

ushijima falls in love like a comet past the sun. as he hurtles by, your radiance melts his icy exterior into the glimmering cloud in his wake. every inch of his body is on fire. he feels the power in the pull of your orbit. feels you could utterly ruin him. feels he’d be okay with it, too. but you don’t. instead, he thinks himself made of anti-gravity as you trace constellations into his skin. he sees stars collide when you kiss. and when he remembers how a comet can spend thousands of years without passing the sun in its orbit, he looks at you asleep in his arms and holds you just a little tighter to his chest.

tendou falls in love like confetti on new year’s eve. this moment has spent all year in the making. ten, from the day you pummelled into his life. nine, the time that slowed when he saw you smile. eight, when you changed each other’s names in your phones. seven, that time he dragged you out to a party. six, how you retaliated by taking him to a play. five, your shoulders touch during said play. four, his fingers wrap around yours during the finale. three, you hold hands all the way home. two, he walks you to the door. one, you stop. zero, he leans in. and the world explodes in full colour.

kageyama falls in love like a fawn upright for the first time. it’s all new–– the butterflies in his stomach, the sluggishness of his tongue in his mouth, the short-circuiting of his brain when you’re around. he stumbles and trips and topples over navigating through the tingling in his body. “are you okay?” you ask, peering into his eyes. his cheeks burn as he nods, unable to form words. he thinks he’ll be fine, though, until you place a hand on his shoulder. the touch sends another flood of electricity through his nerves. “you sure? you look like you’re about to hurl.” and he resolves that he will do something about this.

tsukishima falls in love like a chest in resignation. he didn’t believe in softer emotions–– or at least, that’s what he told himself. and he held out for so long. but then you came along with your dumb sparkly eyes and your stupid smart mouth and infuriatingly sweet smile. even with the argument still fresh on his mind, he still adores you to death. especially right now, as he struggles to breathe knowing that he might lose you. fine, he thinks, no more running. he picks up his phone and sends the message that’s been sitting in his notes. and finally, he lets out a sigh. you win. he’s never been happier to lose.

sakusa falls in love like the last leaf before winter. just as a tree holds onto its foliage for dear life, he is stubborn in refusing to fall. still, even he is powerless against nature. as autumn goes, winter arrives in your form. he thinks you are the strangest cold–– the kind that soothes instead of stings, the kind that kindles fires and bakes chocolate chip cookies, the kind that turns his cheeks red without a touch but with a smile. but he likes it. so when winter knocks at his door and asks if he’s “ready to go?” he, the last leaf on the tree, finally flutters down to the ground.

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[seita]

kinktober: somnophilia.

D A Y  N I N E T E E N ;

pairing: kenma/reader

cw: creep!kenma, nonconsensual somnophilia, cum eating.

word count: 1077

+ summary: you’re kuroo’s little sister but kenma can’t help but think you look prettiest when you’re asleep. so stupid and trusting as you sleep soundly. vulnerable.

⤿  kinktober masterlist.

© all content belongs to seita 2020. do not modify or repost.  

He knows it’s wrong, you’ve known each other since you were children. He couldn’t say you were friends, after all you ran in different friend groups. In fact, he had never even spared a second glance towards you in the past.

But when you entered college and moved in with him and kuroo in their apartment, things started to change for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too or not.

Everything escalated so quickly. One day he accidentally walks in on you in the shower and he finds he can make out the shape of your body so perfectly through the sheer curtain that he feels like he just might pass out. Next, he walks in on your getting dressed. Your breasts were on full display, making you squeal in shock, desperately covering yourself as you yell a bashful ‘kenma!’ while he hurriedly muttered out apologies.

That night was the first night he stroked his cock to the thought of you -- remembering so vividly how perfect your tits were.

He truly wishes he could remember how things grew to a head. But he has no idea.

Since he worked primarily from home and your brother spent a lot of time away from home, flying here and there for business, it often left the two of you home alone together. It was peaceful and nice, you would cook dinner and play video games with him occasionally. Sometimes you’d be in the living room watching TV while he hid away in his room streaming. Every once in a while he would sit and watch with you in comfortable silence.

When you went to bed, that’s when things changed.

He waited for hours, making sure you would be in deep sleep and less likely to wake up. He had thought it through. And so far, it hadn’t failed him.

Your door was quiet as he crept inside, most of the time you’d be on your back but sometimes you’d be on your stomach.

Tonight, you were on your back, your blankets kicked down around your feet haphazardly. You were wearing a cute oversized t-shirt that rode up to just beneath your breasts, exposing your cute pink panties he had caught a glimpse of once or twice in your laundry.

There was a cute bow on the front and he already felt his cock growing hard in his sweats. His footsteps were silent as he approached your bed, standing to watch for a second before climbing on top of you.

It was sweet, how you slept so soundly with him in the house. You were so trusting, trusting him not to do anything bad to you.

Yet there he was, sliding your panties down your hips. You were easy to maneuver, pulling the material off until he could easily spread your legs.

Your cunt was perfect, spreading easily for him to expose your tight hole and cute little clit. His mouth watered, remembering how last time he had his lips wrapped around the precious bud, how easily you came. So sensitive.

He pulled his cock free of his sweats, hissing quietly as he gripped himself tightly in his fist. His eyes followed a drop of precum as it drooled from the head, falling in a string onto your pretty folds. He couldn’t resist using his other hand to smear it over your clit, watching your thighs twitch dramatically at the light stimulation.

Pushing your shirt all the way up, he bit his lip at the sight of your perfect tits. They rose and fell with your deep breaths, your hand resting innocently across your stomach.

The whole thing was lewd, kneeling between your spread thighs, his precum dripping over your vulnerable little cunt. It’d be so easy to force his cock inside, to tear away the innocence he knew you still possessed.

But he wouldn’t. Not yet.

The tip of his cock grazed your slit and he dragged it through, smearing his precum all over the length of you. The head looked so big, so fat compared to your sweet little entrance.

His hand was almost a blur with how fast he was stroking himself. He could never control himself. There was just something about you that set him off, that brought out this dark, primal side of him.

He never would have thought even a year ago, that he would be creeping into your room at night to molest you. Touching your vulnerable, helpless body as you slept so soundly, not a single clue that the man you had cooked dinner with a few hours prior defiled you like this.

You were so clueless.

“Stupid little girl,” he grumbles to himself, eyes narrowing at you in disdain. Why was it that you did this to him? That you had this effect on him?

It pissed him off.

But god if he didn’t cum harder than ever when he spent these quiet moments in your room at night. He waited all day for this opportunity. It was always worth it to see you so sweet and pretty on the bed, spread out for him like his own little model.

“Cumming,” he softly announced, as if you would hear him.

His body draped over yours, hair tickling your face as he stared between your bodies. One hand supported his weight beside your head and the other was a blur on his cock, stroking himself to completion.

His mouth fell open in a silent wail, his eyes rolling back as he came. His body trembled, spurting his hot load over your folds. He pressed the tip against your pretty little clit, painting it while with his cum. He swore he could feel the bud throbbing in time to  his own orgasm.

As he came down, he moved to sit up, only to come face to face with your wide, tear filled eyes. You were frozen, mind struggling to catch up to what exactly had just happened.

When he saw the realization dawn on you, instead of feeling fear or even guilt...he felt excitement. You opened your mouth to say something, he isn’t sure what.

But before you could get a single sound out, he was sinking three cum covered fingers into your mouth. The tears fell down your cheeks immediately as your body’s instinct was to fight.

He grinned. And in that moment, with his cat-like eyes narrowed down at you -- the look of betrayal on your face was exhilarating.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume smut #kozume kenma smut #afton.kinktober20 #tw noncon #tw somnophilia

[sugawarassoulmate]

Tall reader who has a crush on height insecure yaku? Yaku is purposefully cold to stop her from liking him bc he doesn’t want ppl comparing their heights until liev jokes one day that if they have kids one day they’d be normal height and Yaku just [breeding kink unlocked]

i love this! it's my first time writing for yaku so i hope it's good 🥺

words: 585

cw: gn!reader, tall!reader, insecurity, unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, timeskip mention, minors dni

you must have been dreaming, there was no way this was actually happening. your pitiful crush on yaku had been an open secret ever since high school. always following him around like a lost puppy, hoping for a second of his time. but it was obvious that he never felt the same and why would he? you were always freakishly tall, gangly, and with knocked knees—you towered over most boys your age, never feeling comfortable in your own skin.

it must have been embarrassing for yaku to have a giant constantly fawning over him, doing anything for his attention. maybe that’s why he treated you so coldly, brushing off your advances and even going as far as throwing insults in your direction. as much as the thought hurt, you had to come to terms that nothing was ever going to happen. so you did your best to get over him.

and yet, you’re finding yourself underneath him at this very moment.

“feel so fucking good,” he slurs folding you in half so your long limbs are pressed against your chest while he drills his cock into you. never in your life have you seen him like this—his hair plastered to his forehead, a crazed look in his brown eyes. “look so small under me, so cute.”

he places his hand on your stomach, palm pressing against your clit for added stimulation. it felt as if the wind had gotten knocked out of you, electricity coursing through your veins while the coil in your stomach began to tighten. “gonna cum, mori,” voice breaking as your toes start to curl.

“so cum,” a chuckle falls from his lips while he increases his pace. “gonna cum in you as a present.”

everything’s happening too fast for your brain to comprehend. one second you were at a reunion with your high school friends. yaku had made a surprise visit from russia, prompting the rest of the nekoma team to plan a get together. kuroo had teased you all day about your old crush but you rolled your eyes and ignored it.

of course, he looked amazing but you kept your distance from him most of the night, thoughts of his treatment in high school creeping up in your mind. that was until lev, one of the few boys whose height was greater than your own, dragged yaku across the room. “y/n, you haven’t said hi to yaku yet!” the conversation was awkward, filled with idle chit chat as you tried your best to keep it as brief as possible. but lev, bless his heart, wouldn’t let you run away, bragging to the former libero about how successful you’ve become since high school ended, including your work at kenma’s corporation.

yaku kept stealing glances your way, eyes running up and down your body while lev rambled on and on—almost as if he was sizing you up. he had gotten taller since school but you still loomed over him like the freak you were. “it’s y/n so pretty? you know, if you two had kids, your heights would probably even out and they’d come out normal!” he jokes, slapping his former teammate on the shoulder. you could die from embarrassment right there, slapping lev in the stomach for being stupid.

you dare to look in yaku’s direction and he’s staring back at you, eyes darkening as if he’s taking what lev said into consideration. little did you know he’d be hauling you to his hotel room later that night.

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #yaku morisuke #yaku #yaku smut #yaku x reader #yaku morisuke smut #yaku morisuke x reader #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #haikyuu x reader #🍑 #🍑yaku #nekoma

[txdxsh1]

Pls bless us with some random headcanons + bf headcanons for Oikawa 🖤

RANDOM OIKAWA TOORU HEADCANONS I HAVE!!! (GENERAL + BF + OUTFITS)

genre: fluff/comfort/crack pffftttt

authors note: hello anon!! sorry this request has literally taken months 🥲 i started school so i’ve been really busy but i’m back !!! im hoping to finish up some old requests and then start working on some new stuff soon 😎 in the meantime, enojos this post!! i’ve missed everyone sm <33

general:

he has a good spice tolerance

which means he forces iwa to do the challenges where they eat really spicy noodles

he really likes reading plays by shakespeare

speaking of that he’s actually pretty good at acting

he has so many followers on tiktok oh god

he likes posting his volleyball highlights on there hahaha

i don’t know why but i feel like he did gymnastics when he was really little

walks to school with iwa every morning

mmm he has daddy issues

but has a pretty good relationship with his mom

he loooves to go on bike rides (especially at the beach!)

speaking of the beach, it’s definitely one of his favorite places to be

even though he has a really pretty talking voice, his singing is another story HAHAHA

loves torturing the team at practice with his “amazing” songs <3

he’s a really fast typer 

caught makki and mattsun kissing once but decided not to say anything HJWBDUENSJ

has kageyama blocked on instagram

he like to randomly jump onto iwas back but is doesn’t last long before he’s thrown off

begged the other third years to have matching keychains (they say they’re ugly but they all have it on their backpacks)

he’s SO good with kids like i don’t know how he does it but they always listen to him

created a group chat for the team

really really good at basketball for some reason

watches movies on netflix when he’s sad

was the first person from his friend group to get his permit and a car

oh and he’s also definitely one of those people who like goes to drive thrus, gets food, and eats it in the parking lot by himself while listening to music

LOVED greek mythology when he was younger (still loves it but obviously isn’t as invested)

has a love-hate relationship with himself

he’s definitely on that self love journey tho <3

the second he gets home, he changes into sweatpants

he’s really flexible

teachers LOVE him (he just knows how to appeal to every single one of them and somehow it works)

he’s an ugly crier pfftttt

though he doesn’t cry that much honestly (he has to have a really good reason to cry)

makes the other 3rd years do skin care with him when they have a sleepover

*cue the seijoh 4 in those cute headbands holding their hair back while they have a face mask on*

his music is so random but swears he has good taste

he was valedictorian

this is his favorite song at the moment and he does not hesitate to play it during practice

though he usually plays rap or hiphop

he’s a really good public speaker

likes going to bookstores (or bakeries) by himself on the weekend

his older sister helped him develop his fashion sense

doesn’t like to talk about his childhood for some reason

REMEMBER YALL THESE ARE JUST HEADCONS…

but i feel like no one in his family would ever go to watch his volleyball games (like even when he was younger)

so now he makes sure to always attend anything that his nephew invites him to watch because he doesn’t want him to feel the same way he did

…anyway he collects stickers <3

HE HAS SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH

has a group chat with the other captains (for some reason he gets along most with kuroo)

he hates when people patronize others/talk to them like they’re stupid so whenever someone at school asks him for help he makes sure he doesn’t do that

visits his grandma all the time (they like to drink tea together or go on walks at the park at sunset)

he has really good taste in colognes

makes the third years do tiktoks with him during practice

will literally flirt with anyone and everyone

he used to think boy scouts were so cool when he was younger hahahaha

cannot shower without music

he denied that he needed glasses for so long

he has a really nice house so the third year will always hang out there

iwa got a job as a server at a diner so he, makki, and mattsun will go in there to bother him all the time

has to bring a huge bag every valentine’s day to carry all the stuff he gets

and then shares it with the team <3

once bought wax strips to use at a third year sleepover and oh my god was that a night

he can hold a handstand for like a really long time ???

he has a kitten !!!!!!!! her name is noodle and she’s a sweetheart (iwa loves her sm hahahha)

i know he loves to act cocky and superior but he really does love and care about the younger guys on the team

like he just gets to know them so well and genuinely becomes their friend (which makes the underclass men trust him a lot)

he has really pretty handwriting

boyfriend:

he’s always sending you songs that he loves because they remind him of you

makes you guys try new food/desert places so often

takes your phone and leaves like 45 selfies for you to find

you guys share a polaroid camera so like you guys take turns having it and always bring it on your dates

he likes linking your pinkies together when you guys are walking

asks you to iron his shirts because that boy cannot work an iron to save his life

like for example if he has a volleyball banquet, he’ll ask you to iron his clothes the day before

but it’s fine cause they next day he’ll bring you your favorite lunch <3

you guys tutor each other in the subjects you each are better at

oh god he sends you so many tiktoks

he can only cook ramen so expect to eat that every time he says he’s gonna “cook” for you guys IWBDUSMOSH

OH MY GOD WAIT MATCHING NECKLACES

you guys definitely have a really cute one like maybe this or this !

just definitely a matching necklace of some sort

facetimes you at the most arbitrary times for the most odd and random reasons

for example, he’s at the store…

“babe…should i buy this blow dryer?”

he’s really good at comforting you when you need it

loves driving around with you

and he definitely drives you to school every morning

and occasionally brings you starbucks when he goes to pick you up at your house

loves singing this song to you even though you always tell him to stop HAHAHA

no but i swear he loves dedicating songs to you (it’s painful for your ears but overall really sweet)

loves loves loves it when you come to watch his practice

cause on their water breaks he just goes to check up on you, annoy you, and smother you with affection <3

gives really good shoulder rubs

if you’re sick, he’ll come to take care of you/bring you stuff before practice, then he goes to practice, but goes back to your house afterwards :’)

he draws or writes cute things on post it’s and then secretly gives it to you by putting it in your backpack, locker, jacket/sweater pocket, etc…

you guys do facemasks and take pictures together at all your sleepovers

noodle loves you so much !!! (he gets so jealous T^T HAHAHA)

when you’re sad he brings you random food and cute stuff like once he brought you frozen yogurt and a baby cow stuffed animal

he doesn’t like to be around anyone when’s he’s angry (not even you) but when he cools down you’re the only person he wants to see

you guys are definitely comfortable crying in front of each other

confesses his love for you with a ring pop on one of your anniversaries

and he’s like obviously trying to be funny but he means every word of his speech and it’s SO CUTE

BUT ALSO LIKE YOU CANT STOP GIGGLING CAUSE THIS MAN IS HOLDING A $1 PIECE OF CANDY IN FRONT OF YOU WHILE ON HIS KNEE

anyway he also really likes going on ice skating dates with you in the winter

likes buying you books he thinks you’d enjoy

you guys make cute couple tiktoks and they always end up going kinda viral

oh my gosh he loooves taking naps together

he thinks you’re really warm and make a nice pillow KWBDUDJKW

no but this man is literally obsessed with you in the best way possible

outfits:

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[shingia]

i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

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[miyaagis]

demon lover

+ pairing. incubus! oikawa / fem reader / incubus! kuroo

+ genre. dark, smut

+ word c. 2,378

+ warnings. snuff, dub/non con, implied somnophilia and stalking, facial, choking, fellatio, creampie

+ author n. part 2 of monster. there are some references from it, but u should be able to understand the story even if u didn’t read that one before :)

it has been around five weeks since your encounter with oikawa and you’ve felt restless ever since.

it doesn’t matter where you are —on the streets, at uni, even in your own bathroom— there’s always an unsettling feeling of being watched.

but the nights are worse.

as soon as you close your eyes, images of him smirking down at you plague your mind and dreams. he’s repeatedly having his way with you, fucking you and making you come over and over again until you wake up. leaving you sore and wide awake for the rest of the night.

the days go by and it’s as if your energy is being sucked out of you, not even coffee nor energy drinks are able to keep you awake and away from the haunting dreams.

your body feels weak, you are weak. your fragile-looking body, covered in bruises and dull, sunken eyes easily attract looks of concern from your friends and family. but what’s most concerning it’s the fact that even if you’re restless, you keep thinking about that night.

your body and soul ache for him and you wonder if it’ll take another year until you can see him again.

it’s not until you’re at your weakest, delirious, and on the verge of insanity when he shows up. or at least that’s what you hope, being unable to distinguish your dreams from reality anymore.

“you’ve been such a good girl,” he coos in your ear, stroking your hair out of your face and leaning closer, “have you been waiting for me?”

you nod frantically, whimpering when his lips touch your cheek. he shuts you up with his mouth, his thumbs grazing the skin of your cheekbones and making you melt.

the blissful state you’re in vanishes when an unknown pair of hands start removing your clothes.

your eyes widen, trying to get a look at the intruder but oikawa keeps your face fixed on him with a strong grip on your jaw.

“i brought a friend, hope you don’t mind.”

you take a peek over his shoulder, and your eyes meet a pair of menacing ones. you recognize him immediately as oikawa’s friend from the party —another demon.

“hello, kitten. don’t mind me; i just had to see with my own eyes the pretty pussy that he has been bragging about.”

the dark-haired demon’s lips curl up in a smirk when he sees the troubled look on your face. but it’s true, oikawa hasn’t shut up about you so it's reasonable kuroo asked him to share.

his hands roam over your legs, forcing them open and keeping a firm grip on them when you try resisting him. he takes his cock out of his pants with one hand and lines it up with your entrance, marveling at the sight of your folds.

“oh and you can call me master too.”

he slides in without warning nor prepping you, the burn of your walls stretching as they make room for his cock bringing tears to your eyes.

you don’t want him. it should be oikawa, not him.

“s-stop, please,” you whine, looking at oikawa when kuroo refuses to acknowledge your pleas. but his eyes harden, a dark look taking over his features.

“don’t be rude to our guest and shut up.”

his words break your heart, tears now falling freely down your cheeks as you keep being fucked by the other demon.

“shit, kitten. i can barely fit inside your pussy. let me stretch you out, yeah?” kuroo groans as he keeps forcing his way inside your walls, his girth finally sheathing in and causing him to breath out in relief, “that’s it, sweetheart.”

“isn’t she amazing?” oikawa smiles brightly at his friend, craning his neck to the side to observe your pussy being abused by kuroo’s cock, “the neediest cunt i’ve ever had.”

you clench involuntarily at oikawa’s words which make kuroo groan.

his hand slaps your thigh only to grab a handful of it and squeeze it, “i knew you’d love my cock.”

you’re about to protest when kuroo places your legs over his shoulders and leans forward, resting his upper weight on top of you.

“no! wait– please. too much! ‘s too much, please!” you try to push him away, your nails digging into the skin of his forearms but your desperate wails fall on deaf ears.

kuroo’s pace is relentless, every graze of his cock against your snug walls feels like fire.

your eyes lock with oikawa’s, he looks pleased —much to your dismay— and you feel your heart drop when he catches you staring and smiles.

“enjoying yourself?”

a cry escapes from your lips when kuroo picks up his pace, the distinctive sound of his cock thrusting inside your pussy taking over the bedroom.

“fuck, shut up. you’re getting annoying,” kuroo groans but you’re way too preoccupied with the pain to register his words.

you keep sobbing your heart out, your desperate cries getting louder as he continues his assault on you.

his large hand suddenly covers your mouth, concealing your sounds and making your eyes widen.

“i told you to shut the fuck up, stupid whore!”

“can you control yourself and not kill her before i get a turn?” oikawa’s irritated tone reaches your ears, “you always do this.”

the tears refuse to stop, kuroo’s actions plus oikawa’s words wounding you both physically and emotionally.

“i’m close, fuck– so close,” kuroo’s grunts in your ear, the snap of his hips picking up its pace as he draws to his end. 

a few thrusts later and he’s finally reaching his high, emptying himself inside of you. his cock pulses as it pumps his cum inside your raw walls, moaning in relief at the way they wrap around him.

once he lets go of you, you curl up around yourself. your soft cries are the only audible thing in your bedroom, pain tugging at your heartstrings as the weight of what just happened falls on you. you’re so lost in your own suffering that you miss the quiet sound of clothes rustling.

it’s not until oikawa’s familiar scent reaches your nose that you look up —teary-eyed and with your eyelashes wet with tears— and observe as he crawls up his way on top of you.

“will you be good to your master?” he asks while wiping your tears away, pouting at you mockingly.

“please,” you don’t even know what you’re asking for, your mind too hazy and your body too weak to comprehend what's going on around you. 

but he goes in anyway.

his hard cock enters you easily, sliding in thanks to kuroo’s cum still coating your insides and bottoms out almost instantly.

“shit, it feels way better when you’re awake.” 

he starts a slow pace, basking in the feeling. his hands start kneading your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh under his fingers, and then running the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

the sensation has you involuntarily gushing around his cock, wet sounds starting to echo around the room and prompting kuroo to lazily stroke his hardening cock again.

“naughty kitten, you want more don’t you?” a devious look takes over kuroo’s features, but he instantly dismisses your presence by turning to oikawa instead, “does she give good head?”

“why don’t you–hah, see for yourself,” oikawa struggles through his words, brows furrowing in pleasure as his hips collide against yours.

kuroo wastes no time, making his way next to your head while his hand keeps pumping at his now fully erect cock. the weight of it falls on your parted lips, running the leaking head over them and coating them with pre-cum.

you’re not given a warning, kuroo’s fingers get a tight hold on your jaw and force it open so he can slide in, the head poking at your inner cheek and making it bulge out in an obscene way.

“there you go, kitten. you are way better when you shut up,” he smirks down at you, thrusting up into your mouth, “all you needed was my fat cock.”

drool leaks out of your mouth but at this point, you don’t care anymore. you are drained, basically a corpse for them to fuck and fill with their semen.

you have a hard time trying to focus your vision on the demons before you, your head throbbing at the lack of energy. but it only gets worse when you feel a pair of hands fumbling around your throat.

“if only you could see how fucking gorgeous you look right now,” oikawa praises you as his hands wrap a collar around your neck, almost moaning at the sight underneath him, “my good girl, do you like your master’s cock?”

the leather fabric tightens around your neck, the leash allowing oikawa to jerk your head up and making kuroo’s cock slide out of your mouth in the process.

“oi! don’t hog her!”

your groggy brain barely registers them arguing over who gets to control you.

“shut the fuck up. i found her first,” oikawa tries to get his point across by lifting your legs over his shoulders and pounding even harder, your whimpers turning louder at the new position. 

“but you’re fucking her cunt! at least give me control over her head!”

oikawa’s too busy thrusting his cock inside your plush walls that he eventually gives in. once the leash falls on kuroo’s hands, he wastes no time and pulls your face towards him, making you gag around his cock.

your muscles contract at the intrusion which only heightens the blissful feeling, transmitting waves of pleasure through his body.

“ah fuck, i can feel her trying to suck my cum out of me. such a cum-thirsty whore.”

what both demons miss, it's the way your face starts to turn purple. the tight grip of the collar plus kuroo’s tugging at the leash preventing the air from reaching your lungs.

with the last bits of energy you've left, you try to rip the collar off of you. your hands desperately claw at the material as your eyes widen in realization of what will come next if you’re unable to free yourself from their grip.

but your actions seem to anger kuroo, who growls and drops the leash only to grab you by your head and shove your face all the way down his length.

you start to choke, his thick girth taking so much space in your mouth and when you try to take a deep breath through your nose, he pushes in even more. coughs erupt from your chest, his pre-cum and your saliva reaching your lungs while dark spots start to cloud your vision. their voices sound far away, numbness taking over your body as you start growing dizzy and a violaceous hue tints the skin of your face at the lack of oxygen.

both demons pay no mind, too busy chasing their ends to notice how you’ve stopped fighting them. their moans echo freely all over the room, the lewd sounds of their cocks abusing your holes bringing a sense of hunger to them.

“shit, baby you feel so good. i’m gonna cum in your sweet, needy cunt and fill you with it m’kay?” oikawa announces, his orgasm rapidly approaching and inciting him to thrust harder, getting lost in the way your walls rub against his twitching cock.

kuroo lets out a low groan as he finally cums in your mouth, pulling out just enough to paint your face with it and smear it all over your lips. he sighs in relief, smiling at the sight of your pretty face covered in his sticky cum. the way it sticks to your eyelashes and drips down your face to your parted lips etching itself on his mind.

he can’t remember the last time he had such an erotic sight. 

but when he notices a lack of movement from you after a minute, he couldn't help but curse out loud. thankfully, it goes unnoticed by oikawa since his moans got louder, his own orgasm sending shivers down his body and causing him to lose focus on his surroundings for a while.

“ngh– fuck,” oikawa spills inside your pussy, his cock throbbing as load after load pumps out of him and fills you to the brim.

his eyes are closed, breaths ragged as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm. it’s not until he opens them to admire your fucked out face when he finally finds out.

he’s confused for a moment before it dawns on him. he slaps your thigh gently, calling out your name in a futile attempt to get you to answer him back.

“sweetheart, this isn’t funny.”

but as he turns to face kuroo in search of an explanation, one look at him is enough to answer his question. 

“i swear i didn’t mean to!”

a nervous-looking kuroo, fully clothed by now, stands awkwardly by the door. he’s well aware he fucked up—big time.

“fucking hell!” oikawa rakes his fingers through his hair in exasperation, “did i not tell you to control yourself?!”

he can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness since he did grow a liking to you thanks to his nocturn visits. but the sentiment quickly fades away when his eyes fall on your form once again. a pleased smile appears on his handsome face as he takes in the sight of your legs spread wide open, his cum seeping out of your pussy.

“she remembered how much i like this,” he coos to himself, plunging one finger between your folds and smearing the fluids.

he’s so lost on you that he doesn’t notice kuroo disappearing from your room and leaving him behind—not like he cares. his hands reach out to smooth out your hair, traveling down the side of your face and stroking the skin of your cheeks with his long fingers. 

you look so peaceful, so pretty, covered in their fluids, and with the choker still adorning your neck.

the nostalgic feeling returns, tugging at his heart and prompting a gentle smile to take over his lips. with a kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips, oikawa finally bids his goodbyes.

“don’t worry, baby girl. i have a spot in hell saved just for you.”

#yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere kuroo #tw.snuff #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.somnophilia

[sakura-ame-no-ai]

"bring a jacket next time."

pairings: tetsurou kuroo x reader

genre: fluff

notes: in japan, their way of checking the time is much different than america. they use 24-hour clocks. so if it was 1 in the afternoon, it would be counted as 13:00 for them.

a/n: it felt like some special holiday for me today and i don't know why... but seriously, how is my last kenma fanfic getting so much love istg- anyways, enjoy this fanfiction! i couldn't think of a good title for this on... :sob:

you sneeze suddenly when a gust of wind blows against your legs. it is indeed cold outside, but the shriveled leaves scraping their way down the street makes it seem much colder.

"why does it have to be so cold on a beautiful night like this..," you mutter to yourself, wrapping yourself with your arms.

too bad you didn't contemplate on bringing a jacket with you before bursting through the door with kuroo calling behind you.

well, now you feel a little guilty remembering that you lied to kuroo that you were going to buy some snacks at a nearby konbini. in reality, you just want to spend most of the night searching for some shooting stars.

you make a brief trip to the park, to which you find everything abandoned. that one big red slide that you always see children fighting to have their turn on is now empty and lonely. the swings seem motionless, too. however, they still rock back and forth every now and then when a chilly breeze rushes by. the seesaw is tilted down at an angle, making one side touch the ground full of woodchips.

you search for that favorite brown bench that has legs made out of an elegant black metal of some sort. soon, you discover it sitting under a big maple tree silently. it faces a metal fence that is as high as your waist, which a beautiful view of a huge lake stretches out on the other side of that fence. you don't hesitate to plop down and make yourself comfy on the bench, admiring the wavy reflection of the glittering stars and moon on the water's surface.

you could stare at such a view all day...

well, you would if you had brought a jacket though.

the cold night air wraps around you, trying to embrace you in a friendly way, but all it does is make you shiver and lift your feet onto the bench. you hug your knees and bury your mouth and nose inside your arms and knees, cursing to yourself about why you were stupid enough to not bring some warm clothing before setting out.

"just like i thought," a voice that sounds very familiar booms out from behind you, making you flinch.

you turn your head around to see a bedhair walk up to you with a cheeky grin.

"tetsu?!" you squeal, a little shocked that he actually know exactly where you were. "how did you know i'm here?"

kuroo is bundled up in a scarf and his nekoma jacket. he also has a thick piece of folded cloth draped over his right arm, making you assume that it's probably a blanket.

"i've never seen you that eager to do some shopping at the konbini, kitten," he replies, taking a seat next to you.

"you've always been a fan of sceneries outside, so that gave me an idea."

you give him a look of amazement, awed by the fact that he knows you very well like you're his child or something. however, it isn't long before kuroo bonks you on the head.

"you little rascal~ why didn't you bring a coat? it's like below 25 degrees celsius, and here you are, hanging out at the park, short-sleeved, and without a jacket or coat."

you whimper at his remarks.

"well, you know i was excited, tetsu..," you pout, puffing your cheeks out.

he chuckles, "nobody was blaming you, ok?"

kuroo takes a moment to peel off his nekoma jacket and place it over your shoulders. you gratefully hug it over your shoulders. other than the fact that it smells strongly of that lavender body soap you gave him, the jacket felt warm from kuroo's body heat, making you feel safe.

an unintentional smile slips onto your lips and you readjust your gaze to the sky.

"say... do you think there will be any shooting stars tonight?"

kuroo lifts a brow before fixing his gaze at the sky as well.

"oya? hunting for shooting stars?"

you nod eagerly, continuing to look up attentively.

"mhm! you told me that it's shooting star season!"

the branches of the maple tree above you sway gently, swishing its leaves together to create gentle rustling sounds.

kuroo smiles and points towards one of the stars.

"do you know how stars are formed, n/n?" he asks you, his finger directing your gaze towards the appointed star.

you squint to make a more intricate observation of the star while racking your brain, trying to remember your astrology lessons at school.

"well... don't stars form from accumulated gas and dust in space?" you finally conclude, remembering one fact your teacher has emphasized back then.

kuroo nods happily.

"yep. stars form when the gravity of the dust and air collapse together, which makes them heat up out of pressure."

he continues to ramble on about how stars mostly contain hydrogen and helium, the lightest elements to exist in the universe, and how stars are, in reality, exploding balls of gas.

you listen patiently as he explains. you are always interested in his nerdy science talk, as well as the way he is invested in his own world when a discussion related to a scientific topic arises.

it takes him a little bit to finish his explanation with a sneeze.

of course, he's not wearing his jacket. that's why.

you take off the jacket you were wearing and hand it to him.

"you're gonna catch a cold, so take your jacket back."

however, he pushes it back into your chest.

"no, kitten. you have it. i'm worried about you more."

you begin to pout, angry that he's always caring for your health instead of his own.

"no, kuroo," you say with an upset look. "this is not my jacket."

you two begin fighting about who should wear kuroo's jacket, exaggerating the possibilities of not wearing one and lecturing one another.

"that's it," kuroo sighs, looking troubled.

at first, you are confused by his words.

"what do you m-"

it was at this moment that kuroo covers the blanket that you forgot he had brought onto his back and then trapping you inside his arms, wrapping your body inside the blanket.

"there, now we're both warm," he smirks.

you take a while to understand the situation you're currently in before blushing madly. you look up at him, only to see that usual proud smirk on his face. he obviously did this on purpose.

"tetsu?! what the actual hell?!" you scream.

"oya? anything wrong?" he asks a little too 'innocently', pissing you off.

you growl back, "of course, you dumbass! people might see us and take this to like a million different wrong directions!"

"kitten, it's almost half-past 23:00. it's really unlikely that we'll be seen since most people are asleep."

you can't counter back, because that sly cat is right. most people are asleep at this time, so it's highly unlikely that you'd get caught like this with kuroo.

you have no idea how to react, so you decide to lean your back against kuroo, resting your head on his chest. at least, you realize that you feel much warmer than wearing his jacket. in the end, you start to relax, paying closer attention to the steady rise and fall of his chest while he breathes.

"do you ever see stars as memories when you look at them?" you ask kuroo, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

"sometimes," he smiles, looks at one of the stars.

"like that one near that giant cloud reminds me of when i stole your meat from your lunchbox."

you cough.

"do you think this is a great time to bring this up??"

he only smirks at you. "you asked if i get reminded of anything when i look at a star."

you pout a little and fix your eyes to another star and point your finger towards it.

"well, this one reminds me of when yaku beat your ass for stealing meat from my lunchbox."

you two begin talking back and forth, saying which star represented which memory, laughing about the old days, and fighting about various things, like who should've gotten to eat that scrumptious piece of steak.

as you come back to argue about the lunchbox situation again, a white streak catches your eyes, snapping your attention back to the sky.

"look, tetsu! shooting stars!" you exclaim.

what kuroo turns his head to look at the sky with you.

sure enough, more streaks of white rain down like a slight drizzle.

"hurry up! make a wish!" you tell him before clasping your hands together before your face and close your eyes.

kuroo looks at you, then back at the sky. after a while, he closes his eyes and makes his wish.

i want to stay by y/n's side, even after i graduate.

however, he doesn't say it out loud. instead, he wraps his arms around your chest after you have finished making your wish.

for the first time in forever, kuroo gives you the most genuine smile that you've ever seen, which surprises you since you're so used to his cheeky smirks. it reminds you of honey and its sweet flavor.

"you know, kitty, we could do this next time," he coos in the sweetest voice you've ever heard him use.

"did you think i'd stop you?"

"ummmm..."

you look side-ways towards the tree beside you before give him your honest response.

"weeeeell, i thought you'd tell me it'd be too late into the night to do something like this and that i wouldn't be able to wake up if i stay up star-hunting."

kuroo chuckles, petting your head lightly with that big hand of his

"things like this are exceptions."

your eyes light up to his words. he has officially announced the permit to stay up searching for shooting stars that you adore a lot. it makes you very happy that you smile back warmly.

"thank you, tetsurou," you sigh, leaning into his chest comfortably.

"it's nothing, y/n."

he continues to stroke your hair in a soothing way as he maintains that genuine smile on his lips.

"just bring a jacket next time, or star-hunting will be off-limits."

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