#kuroo oneshot

[tetsuskei]

frosty rituals - kuroo tetsurō [fluff]

synopsis: celebrating the first snow of the year with your best friend ultimately leads to something more

notes: this was originally a request done for my dear omi @/gojoed and i liked it a lot and decided to repost to celebrate the winter season. banner by wonderful remi @/cafekitsune. <3

warnings: gender neutral reader, mutual pinning, reformatted but not entirely edited oops

word count: 1.7k

it was tradition as always to watch the first snow together. you had seen the snow forecast early in the week, but the chances of it actually happening were slim to none. nevertheless, you needed to be prepared.

everything was set: the white crayon in the freezer, the spoon under the pillow, and the ice already flushed down the toilet*. there was no way that it wouldn’t snow.

kuroo, your friend and neighbor (and current crush), knew of all of your special rituals. he'd teased you about them and childish they were, but you just called him an old man who didn’t know how to have fun.

so when your restlessness got the best of you and you woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing you did was peer out the window.

your heart lifted with awe and joy at seeing the white flakes dance softly to the ground, sticking and collecting there. you knew it was a genius idea to wear your pjs inside out*.

scrambling out of bed, you reach for your phone and run out, grabbing your coat and slipping on your shoes. running across the street, you rap on the front door.

after waiting for awhile with no response, you eventually decide to call. you rock on the balls of your feet as you await for the person to the phone.

"...hello?" his voice is fairly deep, layered with sleep when he answers.

"tetsu! it happened, i was right!" you beam, jumping around.

"right about what?" he asks, confused.

"the snow! look outside!”

kuroo yanks back the curtain of his window, eyes widening at the blanket of white covering the ground. "well i'll be damned."

"yeah, that's right! now come outside!" you tell him, turning to look back out at the snow.

"what? no, it's freezing." he says, instinctively wrapping himself up tighter in his blankets he dragged off the bed.

"i'm outside your house so you have to!" you respond, shifting in your spot on his porch.

"w-what? outside? are you out of your mind? come inside, it's cold out." he says, worry laced in his voice at the thought of you freezing.

"i don't have my spare key." you answer sheepishly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. you hear a low grumble before some shuffling and background noise.

"...i'll be out in a second."

you both hang up and you continue admiring the snow in piece. you decide to sit down on the bench in front of kuroo’s house while you wait for him.

you don’t know what it is about it, but the sight of snow just makes you so happy. being able to admire flakes and know that no two flakes look the same and are all unique and different beings a warmth to your soul, ironically enough.

“if i would’ve guess, i would’ve thought you’d never seen snow before.”

the sound of kuroo’s voice makes you jump and you turn to see his tall figure bundled up in a coat, hat, and some gloves all on top of his night clothes. he looks cozy and warm and that makes you shiver in your spot due to your very own lack of layering.

he notices right away. “where’s your hat and gloves?”

“all at home. i rushed out to come over here.” you answer, shoving your hands further into your pathetic, shallow pockets. if you ball your hands up enough, you can keep the circulation going. you think.

“here.” he places his own hat on your head, taking your smaller hands and slipping on his gloves, and finally wrapping his scarf around you. he leans down as he does it and you feel your heart beat fast at the close proximity.

his face is close and you can feel his inhuman body heat radiating off of him. the sight of the tip of his nose and cheeks painted with a blush makes him like ethereal in the late night.

“try not to be so reckless and freeze yourself to death.” he scolds, flicking your forehead. you scrunch your nose and frown.

“sorry.” you apologize sheepishly, hiding your face in his scarf. you instantly feel at home when the smell of his scent filters your nose.

“don’t worry about it.” he shakes off, stuffing his hands in his pockets before looking up. “it’s really coming down, isn’t it? we were only supposed to get half an inch.”

“thanks to my rituals, i’m sure it contributed to us having an abundance of snow.”

kuroo laughs. “or maybe the meteorologist better start looking for a new job.”

you pout, frowning at him. “you’re no fun.”

he laughs, before sighing. "well, we really should go inside now, i’m serious. it's late and we don't need to be out here anymore." he says, starting towards the door.

you protest. “b-but—”

“b-but what? see, you’re s-stuttering from the c-cold. let’s go.” he says before walking towards the door.

you glare at his backside before leaning down and doing the first thing that comes to mind. it all happens so fast you don’t even register your own movements by the time you’ve thrown the snowball at him.

he turns around and blinks slowly. "did...did you just throw snow at me?"

"no." you lie, looking away from him. “must’ve been the wind.”

a sinister look appears on his face. your life might be over tonight.

“yanno, you shouldn’t start a fight you can’t win.” he stalks towards you and you panic.

“t-tetsu! i’m sorry—i didn’t mean to—” you hide behind a bush before quickly molding another snowball and pelting him with it. in the face.

“ow! that kind of hurt!” he says sheepishly hiding his face in his hands as he crumples to the ground.

“did it?” your concern raises. you see him nod and rush over to him. you try to peak at his face but he’s moving too much. “let me see.”

a hazel eye peaks out at you. “oh sweetheart, you really should be more careful.” quickly, he pelts you with not one, but three snowballs.

“bastard!” you crawl on the ground and quickly form another snowball before throwing it.

unfortunately, you miss badly.

kuroo laughs before he slips and topples over and you run over to help him up. wincing at how cold and red his hands are, you decide to put the fight to an end.

“let’s go inside before your fingers freeze.” you say before pulling him away.

“only if you say that i won.” he bargains.

you scoff and roll your eyes. “fine, tetsu, you win.”

he wears a smug look on his face as he starts towards the house and you tell him to not let his ego get so big.

once inside, he shoves an old sweatshirt of his over you and you mumble a small 'thank you' as he gets up to go get you hot drinks. in the meantime, you talk another everything and nothing.

“be careful, it’s hot.” he warns calmly, carefully handing the hot cocoa to you.

you smile at him. “thanks, tets.”

he sits down with his own cup and you notice how ridiculously small the mug looks in his hands.

you never really studied his hands this up close and you look at them in awe. they’re a lot larger than yours and rougher too. you know it’s from all of his years playing volleyball.

“why are you staring at my hands like that?” kuroo inquires, a brow raised.

you panic, looking up quickly before your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape.

“your hands are so cold.” you comment dumbly, nodding towards the red digits.

“maybe because i gave someone my only pair of gloves.” he jokes and you sigh.

“i’m sorry, that wasn’t responsible of me.” you say.

“stop apologizing, i’d rather it be me than you. plus i run hot most of the time anyways.” he assures.

a lightbulb appears over you head and you turn towards him, placing the cocoa down. “give me your hands.”

he pauses, eyes widening as he sputters. “w-what?”

“you feel your cheeks burn but huff, grabbing hold of his large hands. “if…you’re cold. i can warm them up…”

“oh…sure…” he says, relaxing his hands in your hold. “ah, for how long…?” he really hopes you can’t see the red on his face.

“long enough for them to get warm.” you answer.

“that…may take awhile.” he says, looking down to see if you detect his lie.

you look past it, resting your head on his shoulder. “that’s fine.”

the two of you look out the window in silence for a moment. it’s peaceful.

"tetsu?"

he hums.

"your pyjamas are inside out." you comment, grinning.

he flinches, looking as if he'd been caught red handed as he glances down. "and so what? i just thought i’d entertain your silly little game."

"it's not a 'silly game if it worked, now is it?" you grin, looking at him with a smile.

“i guess not, shorty.” he answers, grinning back. you’re cute. he thinks he could kiss you.

"tetsu?"

he hums again.

"sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night." you apologize, bowing your head slightly out of embarrassment.

he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "what did i say about apologizing?” he looks away again. “really, it's fine. honestly, i wouldn't want to do this with anyone else."

he admits, squeezing your hands. and in the dark you make out just the faintest tint of blush across his cheeks.

"really?" you perk up and he swears he feels his heart leap.

"really. it's our tradition, isn't it?" he says, a small smile on his face. he looks back outside. "wouldn't be right if we broke it."

you daze at him in awe. “you’re right.” your eyes glance at the clock and cringe at the time.

“i think i should go.” you tell him, starting to pull your hands away.

“what?” kuroo panics and grips your hands tightly, feeling flustered when you look at him with surprise.

“just…stay here tonight. there's no point in you going back out there." he says. “besides, you didn’t finish your hot chocolate.”

“if you insist, i’ll stay the night.” you chuckle, resting your head back on him.

“mm, i’d like it more if you’d stay with me every night.” he answers boldly, his eyes looking to you.

your face burns as you meet his eyes and you lean into him. you fully lace your fingers within his, never wanting to let go. “i’d like that, too.”

he kisses the top of your head. “good.”

and if there’s one thing you can thank your luck for, it’s for the snow bringing you two together. maybe you two are fated to be after all.

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*these are all traditions from when you hope it snows, i hope that is clear here!

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[missuga]

Love Me Longer -- Kuroo Tetsurou

+ smut,, 18+ only,, dom reader,, friends with benefits, angst, mutual longing,, unedited | 3k words

Kuroo Tetsurou…. If you had to put him into one word, it would be- well it would be stubborn. Somehow, he always got what he wanted with you, even if it wasn’t what you wanted in the first place. You always found yourself giving in.

Giving into longing looks, or the soft touches. Giving into the thoughts that plagued your head when you saw him across the room to someone else, someone who wasn’t you; like he was doing right now. Always finding yourself in his arms at the end of the night, still longing for him. For more. But it’s what he wanted, who were you to say no.

He was yours at night. That was fine…. yeah. Maybe if you kept telling yourself that, it would be okay. Pushing down those feelings for so long they can’t find their way out again, can’t find their way to the front of your mind every time you see his smile. God-his smile.

That was one of the things you liked about him the most. The way his lips turned up in a sly grin when he caught you staring, knowing exactly what you were thinking. It seemed to always be on his face when he looked at you. Especially when he was under you, face flushed as he stared up. Hands wandering up your torso right as you moved your hips against him in just the right way.

You’d lean down, pressing your chest against his, pulling him into a slow, dragged out kiss. Mirroring the pace with your hips just so you could swallow his soft whines. Trying to memorize every dip of his toned muscles, or the way he tasted as he bucked up into you, trying to get you to move. Hoping that maybe, just maybe you’d remember it when you had to leave.

This wasn’t enough.. but it had to be. Tangled with him when the sky grew dark, in the quietness of his apartment. Trying your best to not think about having to leave in the morning. At least you got to stay with him for the night, his head tucked into the crook of your neck while both of your breath evened out. Fingers slowly tracing patterns into his side as he fell asleep.

“Y/n.” Kuroo’s arm was around your waist now. Pulling you from your thoughts, you hadn’t even realized that he was next to you. But, you weren’t surprised he’d always do this. Especially when he was drinking. At a certain point, a certain number of drinks, he’d forget all about you not being his.

Hanging off of you like he was scared you’d leave without him- leave him at the party he asked you to go to with someone other than him. Not like you’d ever do that to him. He was the only person you wanted to be with right now, or ever really. Never really setting your sights on another person like he said you should.

“Tetsurou… You’re drunk.” 

He leaned into you and smiled as he stared down at you. He slid around, wrapping both of his arms around your waist. You were pressed against him now. Hands traveling down his shoulders to his toned biceps. No matter how many times you experienced this, experienced the look in his eyes as he leaned down pressing his lips to yours; your heart sped up like it was the first time.

“So.” You could smell the vodka on his breath now. Eyes flicking down as his tongue slid over his bottom lip ever so slightly. Your grip tightened on his arms, trying not to let him affect you. It never worked. 

His hands were sliding up now. Pulling you even closer as they pushed under your shirt. Making you shiver when you felt his fingers ghosting on your skin.

“Tetsurou-“ You said breathless now, the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. That fucking smile.

“Y/n.” That’s all it took. One quiet whisper of your name as a dusting of pink spread across his cheeks. You were hooked again. No matter how hard you tried. No matter how much you told yourself you didn’t want him, that nothing was going to happen tonight.

You were tugging on his shirt, pulling him down to meet your lips. He didn’t hesitate. Catching your lips in his, the kiss was soft, slow. It still made you melt all the same. Your hands sliding up to his hair, where they always seemed to settle when you kissed him. You couldn’t help it, it was just so soft. Grounding you slightly as you got high on his lips.

The bitter taste of liquor still lingering on his lips. You pushed your tongue in his mouth, wanting to taste more of it. He let you, hands gripping your waist tighter as you did. He pulled away first. Breath heavy and warm as it puffed over your lips.

“Can we leave?” Kuroo’s voice was low,  laced with a needy haste. You knew exactly what he wanted, exactly what was buried underneath that seemingly innocent question.

You nodded. It was all he needed as an answer before lacing his hand in yours, pulling you through the hordes of drunken college students. Slow enough to guide you carefully, but there was an urgency in his movements that always came out at times like this.

It didn’t take long to make it to his apartment. The party was only a few minutes’ walk away. You walked side by side, hand still in his. If you tried hard enough, you could almost pretend that he wasn’t yours just for the night. That you were going home. 

It never worked.

The familiar presence of his apartment washed over you as you followed him inside. Climbing on his lap as he sat on the couch. He stared up at you for a moment, eyes lidded from the drinks he’d already chugged down, face still lit up with a rosy hue. 

Your arms sat loosely wrapped around his neck. Neither of you talked, you never really did at times like this. Both of you knowing what the other needed, it was never rushed either. That is one of the best things you liked about Kuroo. He didn’t rush you, you were able to savor each and every touch.

“Kiss me.” 

It was simple, demanding, almost bratty.. In any other circumstance you would’ve smacked him for talking to you like that. But now, it was the only thing you wanted. So, you did.

Leaning down, pressing your lips against his once more. A small gasp slipping from your lips when his hands slip up your shirt again. He was always fixated on touching you, but his favorite time was just like this. Hands sliding between you and your clothes, greedily taking in every soft shiver as he moved his fingers against your skin.

A soft whine fell from Kuroo’s lips when you shifted, pressing yourself further into him. He was already hard; it really didn’t take much after he had been staring at you all night long.

Everywhere you went, his eyes followed your form, sweeping down your body, he wanted you to be with him. That wasn’t new, he always wanted you to be with him. Especially when he saw you with someone else, someone other than him.

Maybe he was just a little bit jealous, but he couldn’t really act on it. Not when he had already told you he only wanted to be friends, that a relationship was too hard at the time. That was a few months ago, but you seemed so content in keeping it this way; he didn’t want to change that.

You always wore a soft expression when he caught you looking at him. He wasn’t sure if it was from you two being so close for so many years, or if you were really starting to feel something else for him.  But he wouldn’t risk it, wanting to keep you in his life like this rather than not at all. He could put up with the feelings that twisted his stomach in knots. He would keep you like this for a little bit longer.

“Fuck.” His voice was already shaky, and you took notice of it. Expecting him to already be so needy. You ground your hips against him, shifting so you could press into him even more.

“What’s wrong, Tetsurou?” Tone laced with innocence, but you knew exactly what he wanted. You learned over these past few months what he was like when he wanted you, needed you. It was something you found pride in, being able to read him like an open book. Especially when you were like this. “You seemed like you knew what you wanted earlier. So, tell me what you want?”

“Why do you always tease me.”

“Because you make it so easy.”

It wasn’t long after that where you found yourself pinned under him. The softness of his bed gave you comfort as you stared up into his hungry eyes. Hair falling into his eyes, he looked so perfect. So pretty.

You took advantage of these moments. When he was completely yours. He’d let you do anything you wanted to him.. Whatever you asked, he’d give in like it was his nature.

“Tetsurou..” You were breathless again, the look in his eyes making it hard to focus on anything else than him.

“What, Y/n.” His breath was hot on your neck again. He leaned down lips dancing lightly down your jaw, as he slowly pushed your shirt up. Pulling away just enough to pull your shirt off. You leaned up with him as he did. You knew what to do, just exactly how his movements worked. Moving with him in perfect rhythm.

His shirt went next. Your fingers dipping down the curves of his abs, trailing slowly to slide across his waistband. Tugging slightly at it, you couldn’t tease him anymore. Even if you wanted to.

The alcohol flowing through your veins was making it hard to resist him, not that you wanted to. You just liked to see how flushed you could get him as he waited for you to do something to him. But it was different tonight, for some reason you stopped the pull towards him.

You unbuttoned his jeans, swiftly pushing them down. Your hand slid down to palm him softly as he grew even harder in your hold.

“You’re so pretty.” You’ve uttered those words so many times to him, yet it still didn’t fail to make his breath come out shakier as your hand swirled around the tip.

You pushed against his chest making him sit back on his knees, pulling yourself out from under him. Pushing a hand through your hair as you leaned forward, licking a long strip up. Enjoying the soft moan that fell from his lips. His fingers were already slipping into your hair as you took him in your mouth.

“Fuck you feel so good.” 

You hummed at that, the vibrations pushing another moan out of his throat as you bobbed your head. Looking up, you almost moaned. He had his bottom lip tugged between his teeth; eyes lidded as he stared down.

Gripping his thigh tighter, you stroked what you couldn’t fit into your mouth with your other hand. When his soft moans grew louder as you swirled your tongue around the tip you pushed yourself. Hollowing your cheeks and trying to relax your throat as much as you could, taking him in until your nose was buried into his pelvis.

His grip tightened in your hair. A loud breathy whine filling the room. You tried to stay as long as you could, the burning of your lungs only making you pull back once it got too much to bear. A long string of spit connected your lower lip to the tip of his length.

You could feel the wetness already pooling between your legs as you pressed your thighs together. His hand slid from your hair down your face, cupping your cheek making you look up at him. 

“I fucking love you.”

There it was. He always said that at some point during the night. You weren’t expecting it so soon, it sent a warmth through your veins that you haven’t felt in a long time.

“Shut up.”

That’s all you could say really, how else were you supposed to respond. He always threw it out randomly, but there was something about the look on his face when you responded. It was different. Different than all those other times where he used to give you a sly smile.

This wasn’t something new between you two. You had always been throwing out “love you’s” to each other, starting back since you got close. He slowly became your best friend, not that you were surprised.

You just didn’t think you’d fall for him, let alone ever be in this position with him. Trying to figure out just what the fuck he meant.

Your eyes widened and you noticed the grin on his face wasn’t there anymore. The one that was always sitting on his lips. “Tetsurou.”

At the beginning, when your friendship slowly started to turn into something… different. You had tried to be like this with other people, but none of them were the same. None of them could make you feel as good as Kuroo did. So you stopped, saving this only for him. Not that he needed to know that.

You knew exactly what he’d do if you told him that he was the only one that could please you. He’d pester you for the entire day about it, asking all sorts of questions with a cocky grin never leaving his face. He was always like that, feed his ego one time and he’d never let you get out of it.

“Fuck-“

Before you could let him say anything else, before he could ruin the night with whatever was coming next you moved up to him. Pulling him in to swallow the loud moan that slipped from his lips as you started to work your hand again. Your other hand buried in his soft hair, tugging harshly at it to pull his head back. 

His eyes fluttered shut when he felt your lips attach to his neck. You could feel the whines coming from his throat now, they were broken, his voice almost cracking with each fast paced stroke of your hand. 

You couldn’t give him any more time to think about how much he just really fucking loved you. You couldn’t let your heart break more than it already was. 

“Fuck, oh god, I’m-”

Kuroo’s breathing was heavy and uneven, but you pulled him into a kiss, cutting off the rest of his barely mumbled sentence. It was long, full of every emotion both of you felt for each other.  His back arched  off the bed as he tried desperately to get closer to you, to touch every part of you as he came. 

He was always like that, no matter how you fucked him, he needed to touch you. You hoped it was because he was scared to lose you too, but you couldn’t ever be that lucky.

Your lungs burned but you still kissed him, even as he relaxed back into the bed coming down from his high, you didn’t want to let go. 

Each time you did, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to kiss him again, or hold him as he tucked his head under your chin, breath still heavy and shaky. 

“Don’t talk….just don’t.”

He listened to you, knowing exactly what you meant. The moment would break, reality slowly slipping into what you could almost pretend was perfect. You held him in your arms, eyes closed as you tried hard not to think about the night ending.

You didn’t want to leave in the morning. Didn’t want to walk back to your apartment alone, again. 

You just wanted to stay for once, stay with him.  He wanted the exact same thing, to wake up in your arms and not dread the moment you’d shut the door behind you, leaving him completely alone. Counting the hours until night would fall, and he could see you again.

It wasn’t either of your faults for not realizing both of you were serious. That you both wanted more than this, wanted each other wholly. It was hard to put your feelings into words, and neither of you wanted to ruin what you had for what could be.

Kuroo’s hands ran up and down your bare arm, his chest slowly rising and falling against you. It was lulling you to sleep, and you couldn’t fight it. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t. Slowly slipping into sleep, trying to imprint this moment in the back of your eyelids, hoping that the last look you saw on his face before you closed your eyes would stay there.

You swore you almost saw something more than desire in his eyes, a softness floating in them. Maybe you were imagining it, but it didn’t matter. It still filled your chest with warmth, letting yourself believe for tonight that maybe he really was yours. Letting yourself dive into the dream of being with him completely.

“You know I love you, right?”

You almost didn’t hear him, voice so quiet it sounded like you were hearing it in your head. Your chest knotted as you screwed your eyes shut, arms tightening around him, trying to believe him. He always said that when he fucked you, you weren’t sure if it was true or not.

“Yeah….”

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[tetsumie]

𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

pairing: kuroo x gen!neutral reader

genre: angst

a/n: slightly self indulgent :( but anyways this is my first fic on this blog and i'm trying to get back into writing again which feels really nice <3 also i miss my boy kuroo :(

god, how you wish you wouldn't have to do what you're about to do.

sitting on the bench in front of the lake, you fiddle with your fingers waiting for your boyfriend, kuroo, to show.

it wasn't a date or anything and he told you he was coming from a study group with some friends to meet you. the whole thing was an incredibly sporadic meetup.

"y/n!" you hear his voice and you turn your neck to see him slightly jogging towards you with his messy hair.

"hi tetsu," you reply with a small smile on his face.

he slows down his pace as he reaches you and his lips turn upwards into that smirk that you've grown to love in the months of your relationship with him.

his stupid little smirk.

"did i keep you waiting for too long?" he asks you.

you shook your head. "no no no! i was just looking at the lake for a bit and listening to some music. don't worry about it."

"sorry... study group kind of got carried away. organic chem is kicking our asses," he replies with a chuckle and you let out one as well.

"but... i did get you flowers!" he pulls out a bouquet of white carnations and your heart flutters but the feeling is immediately retracted when you remind yourself why you called him over.

"t-tetsu, you really didn't have to," you begin to stammer.

"sure i didn't have to but i wanted to," he kisses your cheek. "anything for my pretty."

he puts the bouquet in your hands and sits with you on the bench, viewing the lake with you. you're unusually quiet and kuroo feels something is off.

as he's about to ask you what's wrong, you intervene with, "tetsu can we walk for a bit?"

"y-yeah sure."

the both of you stand up and begin to walk around the sidewalk surrounding the lake. people of all kinds are here. some are walking their dogs, some with their kids, others out on a jog, some riding their skateboards, and more. even couples just like you and kuroo are present.

you still aren't saying anything and any topic kuroo brings up, you're giving curt responses and it's worrying him. what's going on?

"y/n," kuroo's upbeat voice turns to one with a bit of a more stern tone. "stop."

you stop moving and you turn to meet his honey golden brown eyes.

those honey golden brown eyes filled with love and affection just for you.

looking him in the eye was still intimidating to you even after all this time and you felt the goosebumps form on your arm.

"what's going on?" he tilts his head. "you haven't said much the entire time we've been here."

you break eye contact and you're looking everywhere else on his face other than his eyes now. you know the moment you look into his eyes, he's going to read you like an open book and you're going to burst into tears.

"my mom and dad want us to break up."

the world around kuroo silences. he can't hear the dogs barking anymore or the sound of the skateboard wheels riding along the cement or the laughter from the children walking around with their families. the only thing he can hear are your words.

"oh."

you can see the heartbreak take over his handsome facial features and you can't help but feel at fault for all of it. it's your fault now that he's upset.

"but why? i didn't do anything! i mean, we haven't formally met, but we've said hello and stuff on call! i don't think i was disrespectful? right, i wasn't disrespectful?" he begins to ramble.

"no, tetsu, you were never disrespectful to them." you reply in a low voice.

"then why do they want us to break up? it doesn't make sense.. we haven't done anything wrong?" he asks.

"they just... they think me in a relationship with you is all too soon. us being in such a committed relationship is too soon."

you bit your lip waiting for his response and his gaze refused to leave your face. "y/n, there must be something more to this. tell me the entirety of their reasoning."

goddammit, he would always be able to read you like an open book.

"they were talking about how... well.. they don't think you're good for me.." you mumble.

he doesn't say anything for a moment and you feel your heart drop. you look at him and now his face is unreadable. you can't seem to figure out what's going through his mind.

"i'll talk to them," determination laced with his voice. "i'll change their mind."

"tetsuro, please..." you grab his wrist and you refuse to look back up at him knowing if you do, the tears will unconventionally fall. "it's not... it's not worth it."

"our relationship is worth it to me!" he says, his voice growing louder. "your parents are trying to pull us apart and you're just letting them! don't you want to try?"

"don't you think i did?!" you reply.

"i told them you're different! i told them how much i love you and how much you care about me and how i'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you if you asked me to! i would do it in a heartbeat! i told them that you, you, are my first love."

he hears the pain in your voice as you begin to tell him.

"kuroo, i never wanted to hurt you but i... i'm in a tough spot where i don't want to hurt my parents but i don't want to hurt you either."

he feels the wet tear droplets on his wrist and he realizes you're crying. and it hits him.

"how long have you been keeping this in?"

"..."

"how long, y/n?"

"about a month now..."

you've known for so long and yet you couldn't tell him. were you that horrified to tell him about it? he sighs. he hates the fact that you're crying.

and a part of him feels responsible for your tears.

"so what now?" he asks. "what do you want to do?"

you begin to wipe your tears, still refusing to look him in the face. you can't bare to see the expression on his face after everything that's been said.

"i... i don't know."

silence fills the space between you too and neither one of you know what to say. you refuse to look at him and he won't stop looking at your figure in front of him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'll look up at him.

"y/n," he says with a strength that you weren't expecting from him. "look at me... please?"

it comes out as more of a request and you can't not look up at him. your heart breaks even more at the sight. there are tear stains on his face and his eyes are stained light red.

his eyes. his honey golden brown eyes. the ones that would hold a soft gaze reserved just for you have now turned erratic and empty altogether.

he looks so vulnerable right now and you feel that it's your fault that your relationship is crumbling so quickly.

"let's break up kuroo," you tell him before he can say anything to sway your heart and mind. "i've been thinking about this for too long and i need to accept my parents' wishes."

his heart chips even more when you call him by his last name. his body screams to stop you from making this decision. he wants to believe this is all some horrifying prank but with the way your eyes are looking at him, he knows it's not.

"okay," he says.

"okay," you reply back.

he bends down a little and takes your face in his palms and you resist the urge to rub your cheek along his familiar palm like you used to. he rubs his thumb along your cheek and you feel the hot tears forming in your eyes.

right as a tear slip pasts your eye, kuroo's lips meet your cheeks and he begins to kiss away every tear that seems to slip away from your eyes.

you're never going to be able to feel his touch on your face again.

you're never going to feel the warmth of his skin on yours again.

you're never going to be able to feel the way his calloused hand fits into yours.

you're never going to be able to feel him again.

his last kiss ends on your lips and you don't have it in you to kiss him back, scared of making a decision you would regret. as he pulls away from you, you open his palm and place the bouquet of flowers back in his hands.

"don't give this back to me; it's yours," he tells you.

"please take it back... i don't want them."

with much hesitation, he takes back the flowers he picked out for you and his arms drop to his sides.

"i love you, you know that right?" you begin to say. "i love you. so fucking much."

he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i love you, always," he speaks it into the air and places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

"i always will."

© tetsumie 2023 all rights reserved 

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[shokopan]

𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮  .  𝐭. 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

summary: if you take the leap of faith, will kuroo be there to catch you?

pairings: kuroo x gn!reader  -  genre: angst to fluff? hurt/comfort?  -  tw: insecurities, fear of attachment

note: tbh i think this is one of my fav fics i’ve written for hq in terms of the feelings && general plot :D

the chilly night air swallows you whole as you step out of the family mart, the tense conversation you had a few days ago still ringing in your mind. that friday,  kuroo, your lovely coworker, had taken your hands in his and confessed to you how he felt and his desire to pursue a relationship with you. unfortunately for the both of you, you ran off, fearful and anxious due to everything that had and could happen.

you like kuroo, you truly do, but the fear of getting into a relationship where you’d have to place such an immense amount of trust on your significant other to be there for you and accept you for yourself was awfully paralyzing. your past relationships were all notably dull, plagued with lingering fears of their true feelings and possible discomfort with the physical affection that you so dearly craved but did not know how to ask for.

and as much as you like kuroo, you miss him (and his grossly cheesy jokes) even more. it’s only been a few days, but each time you bump into him at the office, he promptly turns and talks to another coworker as if he hadn’t even seen you. at meetings, he deliberately ignores your attempts at eye contact and doesn’t pitch in conversations that you’re either actively engaged in or started.

guilt continues to pool in your stomach as you mindlessly walk, wondering if those fears of really trusting the one that you could potentially love to love you just as you did were really worth missing out on a potentially loving relationship and more importantly, losing your friendship with kuroo tetsurou.

was sacrificing the yakitori trips after work to vent about your supervisors, vending machine breaks to share work gossip, and nighttime strolls by the shopping district worth protecting yourself?

you shook your head, knowing the glaringly obvious answer to the question as you chuckle at your foolishness and blink, suddenly aware of your surroundings as you find yourself face to face with kuroo’s apartment door, stunned by your hand already being raised and ghosting the doorbell. it was as if your legs had gone into autopilot while your mind was preoccupied by your guilt about what had happened with kuroo.

you sigh, recalling the screaming of a close friend after telling them about what had happened, trying your hardest to suppress the fact that throughout your years of working with kuroo, he inevitably became your rock and a close friend that you learned to depend on. during your first few presentations, just briefly meeting his eyes brought enough assurance to overcome the flurry of nerves in your stomach. and despite all the layers of fear, confirming knew the answer to your earlier question.

losing kuroo tetsurou was not worth it.

after a moment’s hesitation, you ring the doorbell, immediately staggering back as you see kuroo swiftly fling the door open with a frenzied look in his eyes.

“y/n,” he breathes, blinking for a moment as he rubs his eyes, almost as if he is trying to confirm that you are in fact standing in front of him, “what- what are you doing here?”

“i just- i need to see you and tell you that i’m sorry, so fucking sorry. i’m sorry for running away, i’m sorry for ruining our friendship, and i’m sorry for everything,” you choke out, “i didn’t want to lose you and so i got really fucking scared about the possibility of getting into a relationship and having to really trust you with accepting me and everything, and i got really in my head so i just-“

you suck in a deep breath, losing the momentum from earlier as you scramble to find a way to salvage your unfinished verbiage disguised as a sentence.

“ran away,” kuroo finishes for you, chuckling dryly as he heaves his shoulder up. you wince a little and nod, unable to bring yourself to lift your head up and meet his piercing eyes despite the lack of animosity in his voice. you’d imagine for him to say it almost sarcastically, yet there’s a tone of sympathy and a hint of sadness.

“fuck, y/n,” kuroo runs a hand through his hair, averting his eyes and cracks the knuckles of his free hand “i’ve been such an asshole,” you swiftly lift your head up in confusion, wondering if you misheard as you furrow your eyebrows, “sorry, what?”

“i was such an asshole to you yesterday,” kuroo grimaces, “and the day before that. i was so upset about the fact that you left and i kept ignoring you when i didn’t even give any thought to why you reacted like that, especially because your reason is completely valid and you’ve even- fuck you’ve even told me before about your insecurities about shit like this.

oh my god. y/n i’m so fucking sorry for pushing you when you’re uncomfortable with relationships- i got carried away and too caught up in my own emotions when i realized you liked me too, oh my god. i’m so fucking sorry i shouldn’t have done that. if you’d like, i’ll try to get over everything and we can go back to how we used to be,”

“no, tetsurou, that’s not what i’m here to tell you,” you cut in, shaking your head and sighing in exasperation as you clasp your hands together tightly. the two of you finally look each other in the eye as kuroo takes his turn to watch you in utter confusion.

“i’m here,” you began, slowly heaving regulatory breaths as you continued, “because i want to take that leap of faith. i want to be with you, and i don’t want to keep doubting people. i don’t think it’ll be easy, but i want to be with you, tetsurou. i want to run to you, and i want to be assured that if- when i do, you’ll be there to catch me,”

kuroo blinks owlishly as he lets your words sink in, a slow smile spreading on his face as he opens his arms subtly, waiting for permission. you nod, rushing into his arms as he wraps his around your body, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he chuckles, “i’ll catch you, i’ll always catch you,”

“can i?” kuroo envelops your cheek with his palm, thumb brushing your lip as his gaze practically pierces through you.

“yeah,” you respond in a hushed whisper. kuroo wastes no time, immediately closing the gap and pressing his lips against yours. your hands find their place against kuroo’s chest as one of his palm remains on your cheek and the other slides to your waist.

as you two pull away from the kiss, you still remain in the position. his whole body practically envelopes yours as you glance up and hold eye contact with him with foolishly tender smiles mirrored on both of your faces.

“again, i want this. i want to be with you, and i’ll put in the work for that. we can take this slow and you can set the pace so that you’re comfortable. i won’t push you and we can continue to talk to each other honestly like this to figure us out. i’ll catch you, so run to me alright darling?” kuroo whispers, caressing your cheek softly before moving his palm to the back of your head for you to bury your face into his sturdy chest.

you’re hesitant at first, but you gradually sink into his arms, reveling in the warmth, “promise?”

kuroo blinks owlishly as he lets your words sink in, a slow smile spreading on his face as he opens his arms subtly, waiting for permission. you nod, rushing into his arms as he wrap his around your body, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he chuckles, “i’ll catch you, i’ll always catch you,”

you sink into his arms, reveling in the warmth, “then i’ll run to you,”

#aya's fics ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo drabble #kuroo angst #kuroo x gn reader #kuroo x gender neutral reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo oneshot #kuroo #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #kuroo scenarios #kuroo imagine #kuroo imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios

[boomboomberry7]

Teacher Crush

Paring: Teacher!KurooXTeacher!Reader

A/N:You guys know what I’ve been thinking about lately? Teacher Kuroo being shy and nervous about another teacher because yes. We love a nerdy Kuroo😩

You are in the teacher’s lounge at your desk just correcting your student’s work. When Kuroo walks up to you and ask you about the spring event that’s supposed to happen in two week. He had this bright blush on his face whenever he was around you.

His student would always ask about you because literally the whole school knows that he likes you except for you.

He would always try and talk to you in the teacher’s lounge and always tries to eat lunch with you whenever he gets the chance.

Will he ask you out? Nah because he thinks that you wouldn’t accept him. But in reality you liked him after meeting him your first year as a teacher.

So both of your students made a master plan on making you both confess to each other. Because cool teachers means cool students.

Anyways so the students would tell both of you that each of you guys had someone that wanted to confess to you guys at a certain place and date.

You guys both arrived and then see each other and happen to be really confused but Kuroo says f it and decided to confess to you his love.

The first time dating him, he would still be shy around you in school. He would also turn red when his students ask about you but he would also bring you food and paperwork to your class room just because he wanted to see you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu au #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo oneshot #kuroo x you #kuroo angst #kuroo imagine #kuroo headcanons #kuroo fanfic #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo drabble #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro fluff #haikyuu kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #hq tetsuro kuroo #kuroo x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu fluff

[art3mixx]

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝐼𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

character(s) - bokuto x kuroo x gn!reader

cw - gn!reader, poly, food, bad pet names, kissing, mental health (not super explicit??), soft

authors note - ayy the first thing i’ve written in literal months!! i’ve had this idea for a while and i hope you guys like it. i wrote this with a gender neutral reader in mind but if i fucked up somewhere let me know and i will fix it!!

word count - 853

When Bokuto woke up, he knew it was gonna be a bad day.

His head hurt and he still felt tired even after sleeping 8 hours, and he couldn’t make himself even get out of bed.

Hidden in the darkness of his room, he went back to sleep.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

You were immediately concerned when during your first class, Koutarou’s seat remained empty. Your older boyfriend almost never missed school, even when he was sick. 

You almost smiled thinking about all the times you and Tetsurou had to force Koutarou to rest.

But the fond memory didn’t banish your worry.

You sent a quick text to Koutarou asking where he was before you had to put your phone away for class.

During lunch, you sat down in your normal spot with the volleyball team, immediately asking Akaashi, “Do you know where Bokuto is?”

Akaashi looked up from his food at you. “Hello to you too, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry. Hello, Keiji. Do you know where Bokuto is?”

He took another bite of his food. “No I do not. He wasn’t at morning practice today.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Koutarou almost never skipped practice unless he was really sick. You nodded, “Thank you,” and sat down to eat your lunch.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

The school day was over, and Koutarou hadn’t responded to your message. Sighing, you dialed Tetsurou’s number.

Immediately you heard a cheeky, “Hey, darling.”

Hearing his voice immediately made you calmer. “Hey, Tetsu. Have you heard from Kou at all today?”

You heard shuffling on the other end. “No I haven’t. Is everything okay?”

You took a breath. “No, he wasn’t at school today and Akaashi said that he wasn’t at practice, and you know he never skips practice and I-“

“-Hey I know you’re worried, but I’m sure he’s fine. I have practice right now so I have to go. I’m sure it’s nothing, but if you’re this worried, maybe you can go over to his house and check on him. I can come over after practice, okay? Love you!”

You smiled, feeling more at ease, “Love you too.” You hung up.

The walk to Koutarou’s house felt longer than it usually did, but you blamed it on the nerves. Reaching the door, you knocked and it opened to reveal Koutarou’s mother.

Her eyes lit up once she saw you. “Y/n!” She pulled you into a hug. “Kou has been a bit, er, down today, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thank you, Bokuto-san,” you said. “Is he in his room?”

She smiled, “Yes he is. Is Tetsurou also coming?”

You nodded. “He has practice right now, but he’ll be over after that.”

You continued to talk to Koutarou’s mom, before making your way upstairs. 

You knocked lightly on the doorframe. “Hey, baby.”

A muffled noise came from under the mound of blankets and comforters.

You walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and gently stroking his hair. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

Koutarou whined, burying deeper into the covers. “I dunno, I just woke up and everything was so overwhelming and my head hurt and I couldn’t get up and-” His honey golden eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, love, don't cry it’s alright,” you said, smoothing his hair and stroking his cheek. “I’m gonna stay with you today if you’re comfortable with that. Tetsu has practice but he said he’d come over immediately after, although it might be a while.”

Not having the energy to respond, Koutarou nodded and grabbed your wrist, lightly tugging. 

You threw off your blazer, and got into bed, allowing Koutarou to bury his face in your neck and let out a sigh of relief. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he relaxed even more.

You gently scratched his scalp as he fell asleep.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

It had been a few hours, and Koutarou was still asleep while you scrolled on your phone.

“Knock knock.”

You looked up to see Tetsurou leaning in the doorframe. You smiled at him, before holding a finger to your lips and tilting your head at Koutarou. He nodded, setting down his school and volleyball bags, and removed his blazer and tie.

As gently as possible, he sat down on the other side of Koutarou, and leaned over to kiss you. Although he was asleep, Tetsurou also kissed Koutarou’s forehead. Koutarou shifted in his sleep closer to Tetsurou.

“Was it one of those days?” Tetsurou whispered.

You nodded.

Tetsurou gently ran his fingers through Koutarou’s hair, softly humming. Eventually, Koutarou stirred.

He blinked, looking around the room, before his eyes settled on Tetsurou. He seemed to perk up, and turned to snuggle into Tetsurou’s chest. Tetsurou softly laughed, and kissed his forehead again.

You smiled, at your boys, settling down behind Koutarou so he could be surrounded by the both of you.

“I love you guys,” Koutarou whispered.

#artys library #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu oneshot #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto drabble #bokuto oneshot #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo drabbles #kuroo oneshot #bokuroo #bokuroo x reader

[shininjjongg]

Bale of hay

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Gn!Reader

Word count: 1k

Genre: Angst Trigger warnings: Mentions of depression and su*cide, mentions of murder and r*pe. Summary: Tetsurou saved your life, and he brought happiness into it, however, nothing ever lasts forever.

Autumn, the most dreaded season of all. Fall came knocking on your door every year ever since that day to suck out every last bit of life left in your body.

17th of October, another average day in an average person's life, or so you thought. The week leading up to that godforsaken day was filled with arguments, stress, deadlines, anxiety, depression, and misfortune. You'd barely managed to survive it. Exhausted, yet filled with excitement and joy you increased your pace, impatient to run into your boyfriend's a much needed comfortable embrace. He never failed to soothe all of your worries away, as if they had never existed in the first place. He was your safe place, a shoulder to cry on, he was the only one who could understand your weird sense of humour and always found it hilarious, he was the one who did not require any words to understand just how much you were hurting. From an early age, you had been struggling to express your emotions. It was difficult to allow yourself to be vulnerable in someone else's presence, never wanting to be taken advantage of again. Truth be told, you'd never had anyone reliable in your life, no one close enough to feel comfortable with sharing the load on your chest. It has been weighting you down for years. Sometimes giving up and taking your own pitiful life seemed like the best option, after all, you'd do everyone a favour. You were certain there was not a single soul who would care if you had disappeared, forever lost in the void. At the lowest point in your life, you met your person, the one who would bring brightness into your dark, empty world.

You met Kuroo on your second year at University. You didn't particularly pay attention to your surroundings, always walking around with earphones plugged in, music on the highest volume, dissociating from this rotten reality. Kuroo, on the other hand, observed you carefully. You had piqued his interest, to him you seemed mysterious and so far away that no matter how hard he stretched his hand he could not reach out to you. Until he saved your life. A lonely college student going back home late at night is, unfortunately, quite dangerous. A man, around the age of 47, followed you in the shadows of the night. Feeling someone's gaze you lowered the volume of the music, slowly turning your head to the side to peak from your shoulder. There he was, not even trying to be discreet about it, shamelessly following a single student, occasionally merging with the shadows of the night. Fear pierced through your body, however, shortly after you relaxed accepting the fact that this was most likely your end. Looking up at the starry sky, you whispered "A miserable end for a miserable person." . The cold winter breeze kissed your rosy cheeks, your feet gradually decreasing the pace and finally stopping. You took one last breath of fresh air, comforting yourself. Your fate was determined and you had accepted it, however, destiny had other plans for you. Instead of losing something precious, you gained what you hadn't realized you lacked.

From that day onwards, you and Tetsurou got closer and closer each day, discovering new things about yourself and him. Your parents had taught you how to survive, but Tetsurou taught you how to live. You fell asleep peacefully and woke up excited, anticipating what wonders today would bring. Before meeting him, you had been falling asleep dreaming about your death.

The relationship faced loads of obstacles. You did not know how to rely on others, how to trust them, how to let them love you and love them in return. Tetsurou has been immensely patient with you, offering his help through each step, guiding and supporting you throughout your journey. Your relationship with Tetsurou was filled with tears, heartbreak, and pain but he never even thought about giving up on you, giving up on the relationship. You were worth it all, he made that known. He was willing to stick along and teach you that you deserve to be loved, appreciated, supported, and admired. Tetsurou revealed the side of the world that you had deemed inaccessible to you.

The first time he told you he loved you was the day you cried, but the tears were not of sadness rather they were of joy. A small picnic date close to the lake, you were fooling around, trying to pick a play fight with him when suddenly you ended up laying on his chest, staring deep into his eyes. "I love you, y/n." It took you a couple of seconds to comprehend what he had just said, as the realization hit you, you felt heat rushing up to your cheeks. "You're so beautiful, I'm the luckiest man alive, thank you for being by my side." Thank you? what was he thanking you for, it should be you thanking him, he saved you, he saved your life, gave meaning to it, showed you what happiness looks like. Tears started forming in your eyes. Never have you ever thought you would be loved and accepted for who you are, it felt ethereal. You cried on his chest until the sunset, while he gently stroked your hair and quietly whispered words of affirmation.

The moment your eyes landed on Tetsurou you started waving your hand at him, however, even from afar you could see there was something wrong. You slowed down your pace and the smile on your face gradually faded. Upon reaching Tetsurou, who was standing next to a fountain in the Univesity yard panic started setting in. Maybe something horrible happened! Is his mom okay? Did something happen to his family members? Or maybe it was something University-related? Maybe it was his job? Why did he have such a stone-cold expression, what was the reason?

"Tetsu, are you okay?"

"Y/n, I fell out of love."

#It's been so long since i last wrote anything #forgiive me for this being trashhy #not proofread #kuroo tetsurou #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo scenarios #kuroo hcs #kuroo x reader #gn!reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #angst #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu oneshot #kuroo oneshot #haikyuu imagines #kuroo imagines

[jjeulip]

kuroo. osamu. tendou. oikawa.

"stop looking at me like that" you muttered.

he softly chuckles at you as his face gets closer to you still staring at you like you're the most purest thing on this earth. "you're cute" he whispered a little. alright- kinda hot.

suna. nishinoya. semi.

"so why'd you suddenly stop texting me last night?"

he looks at you with a question mark look on his face. "what?,.... .-. oh., i fell asleep." and when he sees your reaction he couldn't help but laugh softly. He wraps his hands around your waist and give your neck several light kisses. "sorry ma'am, i will make it up to you now yea?"

atsumu. tsukishima. iwaizumi.

"___" he calls out your name from behind.

"wha-" bang! he suddenly pinned you down on the table. As your back hit the table, an 'ow' came out of your mouth, you looked at him who is on top of you right now. "what was that for?" there was a smile on his stupidly handsome face as he looks down. "just recreating one of my dream's scenes last night y'know?"

©jjeulip | all rights served.

this was short TT

#haikyuuxreader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu reaction #haikyuu fluff #sports anime #suna rintaro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa imagine #haikyuu nishinoya

[tetsuskei]

notes: repost from my old blog, based on an old post and brief convo w rei @/sir-kuroo. divider by the great remi @/cafekitsune <3

warnings: office au, self indulgent, reader is a few years younger than kuroo

“do you come here often?”

kuroo tetsurou, a colleague, slides up next to you in the breakroom. his personality is suave and carries an air of sharpness, yet warmth and comfort. he’s always gone out of his way to make those around him feel welcome, and you’re no short of that. if you could think of a household name for your company, it would be his. many speak of him but rarely do many actually see him.

you wonder what’s made him grace yourself with his presence—coincidence, or fate?

he grins boyishly, rocking his feet as he looks at you with the most shining (and pretty) hazel eyes.

you blink slowly, processing his words.

“um…i work here. we’re coworkers.” you answer slowly, nodding to your work badge before resuming your activity of making your daily coffee. your heart starts to race at being watched and you try not to spill anything.

you don’t blame kuroo for not knowing exactly who you are. you work in the art department while he does promotion. you’re like two ships sailing past each other in the night. you’ve crossed paths a few times during brainstorming sessions and kickoffs for projects, but you never fully interacted before. at least not directly. only short pleasantries have ever been shared between each other.

the man’s face pales, smile faltering as you unintentionally dismiss his—quite sad—attempt at getting with you. he quickly regains confidence, though.

you hear him laugh softly before he shifts his weight to his opposite foot. “well just as i thought. i guess that means we work together, huh?”

kuroo watches your nose crinkle cutely as you frown and then laugh nervously, “kuroo-san, i don’t mean to say this with any disrespect, but if you’re still confused, i can contact HR for you.” maybe because you’re new he doesn’t know you’re a full time employee. did he think you were a temp? a freelancer?

and as crushed as kuroo currently is, his heart flutters at the way you say his name. he doesn’t know how, but your obliviousness is endearing and wholesome. he only wishes to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to make you see what he’s trying to say.

the reality is, he’s seen you around many times. only just now did he work up his own courage to start a full fledged conversation with you. you’re very cute. shy, he can tell. but that only makes him more intrigued and persistent in getting to know you. you remind him a lot of kenma, actually.

said best friend implied kuroo was being shy himself, but he’ll deny it to the grave. he’s too stubborn to take his advice on how to approach you.

and the result? an embarrassingly horrible joke he came up with due to word vomit. he didn’t expect to run into you, but by the grace of god, you’d been right where you are, and he did not want to miss this opportunity.

he rubs the back of his head. “ahh no. i don’t need that, but thanks. i appreciate it.” he says, ending his reply with your name.

your eyes widen in surprise. “you…know who i am?” you blink, tilting your head.

kuroo thinks he’s acquiring cute aggression.

he nods, “of course i do. i know the names of practically everyone here.”

“oh.” you say, deflating a little, hope dissolving from your heart. your fingers tap your mug in thought. “right. it was just that…it seemed like you didn’t know i worked here, so i was confused.”

he clears his throat, noticing your dejection, “no! i definitely do! sorry, i worded myself wrong earlier. i-it’s just that—never mind.” he runs a hand over his face, and you’re shocked to see how nervous he suddenly appears. he always seems so confident and sure of himself, you wonder what could be going on now.

“no worries or hard feelings.” you laugh, and his shoulder sag with relief. did you know your voice could be so calming?

the tall man exhales, releasing the rest of his nerves. “allow me to start over. hi, i’m kuroo tetsurou, i work in the promotion department.” he shakes your hand, “i’ve seen your work. it’s really impressive.”

you palm is clammy as you return the handshake and introduction, but the smell of his cologne makes you feel more at ease.

“it’s nice to formally meet you, kuroo-san. you work for the jva is nothing short of amazing.” you reply.

“oh,” he quickly becomes bashful, a humble smile on his face, “it was nothing, really.”

he changes the topic, “but enough about me. back to you. i’ve been meaning to tell you all of that for awhile, but never worked up the courage to. i really should have sooner, i appreciate all that you’ve done to make the jva as successful as it is.” he continues, smiling. he hopes and begs that you don’t see his cheeks turning red.

your expressions lifts again, and kuroo can’t help but notice the small dimple in your left cheek. “thank you! that’s very kind of you, kuroo-san! you didn’t have to thank me at all, i’m just doing my job.”

“that’s true, but you’re very talented. needed to at least acknowledge that.” he nods.

“i guess so! the last project did require a lot of late nights and hard work…” unbeknownst to yourself, you start to ramble about your process.

his perceptive nature looks over your features. he notes the way you hold yourself, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater–a pink one he’s always been able to identify you by. your eyes seem to travel when they hold contact with someone for too long. you purse your lips when you’re lost in thought. but when you’re comfortable, you use your hands to gesture, expressions surprisingly animated, which make you seem more animated than your usual reserved state.

noticing the way he stares at you, you quickly stop, feeling embarrassed.

“oh! i’m so sorry, i’ve been talking your ear off. you probably didn’t want to know all of that…i bet you’re busy anyways.” you say, bowing out of apology.

kuroo only shakes his head, “ah it’s not a problem at all! you’re truly mistaken! it’s nice listening to how you work. i don’t have a creative bone in my body, so it helps me to understand better. plus, you have a very nice voice.”

wide eyes blink up at him and another smile pops up on your face. you giggle, “thank you! you’re very kind!”

“no problem,” he steps back slightly, clearing his throat, “i know this is the first time we are really talking but…would you…like to get lunch sometime? to get to know each other better?”

you think about work and your connections. as a new employee this would be good for you, right? to build more healthy work relationships. the more people you can know, the better. especially across different departments.

a smile appears on your face and you nod. “why not? should we invite anyone else to join? i think—“

he laughs, shaking his head, “no sweetheart, just you and i.”

you’re stunned. “o-oh…”

“you can say no, i won’t be offended.” he assures.

panic resides in you and you frantically wave your hands. “it’s not that! i’d be more than happy to! i mean, i’ve been looking to get to know you better anyways!”

a hand flies to your mouth and your eyes widen once you realize what you just said.

“w-what i meant was…it’s better to get to know someone 1 on 1 anyways! yanno?” you correct, heart pounding out of your chest. you’re screwed. he’s going think you’re weird.

kuroo smirks, a small hum of appreciation escaping him as he nods, “right, of course. well, i’m glad to hear that. why don’t we exchange numbers ahead of time so we can talk details later?”

after typing each others numbers in, he notices you just entered your first name into his phone.

he softly says it out loud , and a weird, twisting feeling forms in your gut. a small part of you wishes he’d say it again.

“um…you can call me that if you want, but don’t feel pressured to.” you tell him. “i’m just not too big on formality.”

he shakes his head. “not a problem at all. it’s a very lovely name.”

“thanks, kuroo-san.” you beam.

“call me tetsurou. it’s only fair, right?” he winks, patting your shoulder. it shocks you how big his hand is, but you quickly peel your eyes away from it.

he steps back, pocketing his phone before looking at his watch. “well, i should be off now. but we’ll catch up later? i’d love to pick your brain about an upcoming idea.”

“s-sure!” you call, waving after him. “see you, tetsurou!”

he waves back, saying over his shoulder, “do me a favor, yeah?”

“what’s that?”

“remember it’s okay to be proud of your work. you worked hard, so own it.” he says, sending you a warm smile.

“right, i will!” you nod. your heart is full from his advice, and you cling onto his sentiment.

“‘tetsurou’, huh?” your coworker, kazuma, walks up besides you as soon as the rooster head is out of sight. “when did you start getting buddy buddy with the head to the promotion department?”

you raise a brow. “what do you mean? that’s the first time i’ve actually had a full conversation with him. i don’t know why i was so scared to! he’s a very nice guy!” you explain.

he laughs, nodding. “right, ‘nice guy’…”

you blink. “what? did he do something to someone?” you lean in, whispering, “did he like…beat someone up?”

kazuma rolls his eyes, sighing as he fixes his own coffee, “nothing of that sort. you’ll figure it out.”

before you can question him, he turns on his heel and leaves. you start after him, but he’s too fast for you so you give up.

“weird…” you mumble. you shrug before deciding as unfortunate as it is, you should get back to work.

throughout the entire duration of your walk back to your desk, you realize two things.

1, you left your coffee in the break room, and 2–

you notice that under the notes section of kuroo’s contact, he’s put, ‘prospective work husband’.

oh. shit.

that’s what it was.

kuroo was flirting with you the entire time.

reblogs and interactive appreciated!

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[lyqiche]

save me 2024 kuroo save me.......

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[missuga]

French Toast — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, living together,

Early mornings with Kuroo are never predictable. 

Sometimes, you have to force him awake even though he set himself thirteen alarms because he swore he’d wake up to them. Other times you’d wake up to his head tucked neatly under your chin an arm draped across your torso as he mindlessly traced shapes into your skin. 

This morning, however, his side of the bed was empty. That was unusual. 

“Tetsurou?” Your voice was laced with a groggy undertone as you yawned out his name. It was a bit earlier than he had planned to get up and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. 

You couldn’t find it in yourself to leave your bed quite yet, it was warm and you were far more comfortable than you had been last night. Getting out now meant you had to start your day, and you were going to enjoy every extra minute of resy you could.

“One sec!” His reply camed rushed and muffled from the kitchen, and then you finally registered the warm scent of fresh coffee drifting into your bedroom. There was something else mingling with the bitter smell, you swore it was cinnamon.

“What are you doing?” You mused, rolling over on your side trying to peak out of the hallway a little more from your vantage point on the bed. It didn’t really work. “Why does it smell like you’re cooking something-”

You were cut off when a loud string of curses flooded the kitchen, and you had to stop the laughter from bubbling out of your chest. It was only a second later when a harsh burnt odor rushed into your room covering up every other homey smell that you’d been enjoying. 

“Damn it.” Kuroo’s obvious frusrtration was almost funny, and you probably would’ve laughed now but you were more curious to see what he was messing up.

Pulling a blanket over your shoulders you pushed of the bed towards the kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the two cups of coffee set nicely on the table, then you saw the two plates set up for something. 

Kuroo stood at the stove one hand on his hip and the other fiddling with something in the pan. 

“What’re you makin?” You hummed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to peak around his broad shoulders. That’s when you found the source of the burnt aroma, in the pan there was something that looked like french toast. 

“God, you scared me.” He let out a short breath as he twisted around to look at you, a smile immediatly covering up any sort of pout from ruining what he was cooking. “Morning.” 

“Morning.” You leaned up and pressed your lips to his and he slowly responded, turning his attention away from the stove to you for longer than he meant to. You had to pull back first, staying close enough to where your breath lingered on his lips. “You’re going to burn that even more.” 

“Shoot, you’re right.” He looked back to the pan, pulling out whatever was salvagable and adding it to the small plate of french toast that he’d already cooked. 

As you looked through the plate it seemed that almost every piece was at aleast a little bit burnt. 

“This was harder than I thought.” Kuroo said softly staring at the food as well. 

“How come you’re making french toast this early?” 

“Remember last night when you said you were craving it from that one brunch spot we used to go to?” He answered and his voice picked up an excited edge as he spoke. “I found a recipe online for it but as you can see it didn’t turn out right.” 

“I don’t know, it still looks pretty good to me.” Your chest felt warm from his answer, he was so stupidly thoughtful at times you couldn’t help but adore him even more. “Give me a piece, I want to try it.” 

He tore of a piece that didn’t seem to be too burnt and offered it to you, raising an eyebrow slightly when you didn’t take it. 

“I’m too warm, I don’t want to stop hugging you.” You responded hoping he’d get what you were trying to say, the soft silence from him was your answer though. “Feed it to me.” 

“Oh my god, okay.” He laughed and you could feel his chest shaking slightly. He dropped the small piece in your mouth quickly, faking being scared you’d bite him. “Hows it taste?” 

“You did pretty good!” To say you were suprised was an understatment, despite the appearance of the french toast it tasted amazing, so similar to the one from the restuarant. “Okay, give me another piece.” 

“No, feed yourself.” He laughed again when he saw the expression you gave him. 

“Rude.” You muttered and pressed your face into his shoulder trying to savor the warmth coming from him. “Did you make me coffee too?” 

“Mhm, I didn’t burnt that at least.” He wrapped his arms around you now, resting his chin on your head slightly. Mornings like this were so nice, and you didn’t to share them that often with your class schedules.

“I’d hope not.” You sighed softly after seeing the time. “Let’s eat, even though all I can smell now is burnt food, it’s making me hungry.” 

Kuroo rolled his eyes at your comment, moving away from your hold to set up the food at the table with the coffee. 

“What are you doing?” He asked once you pulled out your phone as you started taking pictures of the food that sat in front of you. 

“I’m sending this to Kenma. He’d love to see how great of a chef you are.”

“I am never cooking for you again.” Kuroo muttered despite the smile pulling his lips up, that was a lie and both of you knew it. 

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[junosmindpalace]

MISTLETOE, BUT ACTUALLY HOLLY

☾ ft. tetsuro kuroo

☾ sfw. because who doesn't find the tradition amusing? 920

somebody on the nekoma boys volleyball team thought it would be funny to hang mistletoe above the clubroom door. it was all in good fun, taking advantage of a year old holiday tradition to laugh at the embarrassed and defensive expressions of his fellow teammates as they tried to escape from the obligatory kiss in a fluster.

it was kuroo. kuroo was the somebody who thought it would be funny.

it was actually holly, and he’d explain the differences in the plant without anyone asking or caring, but the tradition still stood. his mom had asked him to rummage around in a box tucked away with old decor to see if she could find anything remotely festive to celebrate the holiday season. as he was rummaging around through bunches of tangled strings of fairy lights with dead bulbs and old gingerbread kits, his eyes brightened in curiosity as he retrieved a small plastic holly plant from the very bottom of the pile. 

and he’s sure glad he went through with his plan to bring it into school, too, because the look on yaku’s face as he grew red with anger and shouted over his embarrassment at walking under the plant with lev was absolutely priceless. 

“now the two of you gotta kiss.” he laughed as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed over his chest. yaku gave him a murderous look. 

“we aren’t doing anything!” 

lev, too amused with admiring and flicking the mistletoe (which was shorter than him), didn’t pay much mind to yaku’s disgust, though if had noticed, he probably would’ve taken a disappointedly offended stance at his suggestion. 

“guess you’re in a festive mood, kuroo.” kai muttered as he glanced at him with a sort of nervous smile, removing his jacket. kuroo chuckled. 

“just thought it would be fun. i thought you of all people would get a kick out of it, yamamoto.” kuroo turned toward his junior with the distinct blonde mohawk, who only scowled at him from over his shoulder as he opened his locker. 

“you better watch your back, kuroo. you’re next!” he pointed an accusatory finger at him, still disgruntled over the fact that he had (nearly) walked into the club room in sync with kenma. kuroo scoffed. 

“like you could get me!” 

“yeah? stand under the doorway, then!” yaku chimed in, shooting him an irritated glare. kuroo’s eyes darted between him and the mistletoe at the door. there was only a brief pause in between before kuroo strided toward the door and lingered at the threshold, teasingly taking steps in and out of the club room. yaku hissed. 

“see? can’t get me.” he smirked, and with that, the rest of his body, along with his face, disappeared behind the wall and heading to unlock the gym. 

on his return back, kuroo puffed out a breath of fog and shivered. it had snowed the night before, leaving a strong chill in the dry air, and he was eager to get inside the club room as quickly as possible to where the heat was. 

just as he was about to step inside, however, he heard a voice, and immediately recognizing it, his heart somersaulted in his chest.

“kuroo!” it cried, and it sounded close too, so close that kuroo instantly felt his face warm when he turned around and was immediately met with your face only inches from him.

your cheeks were rosy from the cold, even despite a scarf wrapped snug around your neck and a hat keeping your head warm. your jacket also zipped up to your chin, and he couldn’t help but grow increasingly nervous with every passing moment he spent looking at your eager expression. 

it only took kuroo a single semester’s worth of partnerwork for him to grow utterly hopeless around you--and everyone knew it. it was hard for anyone to miss his clumsy demeanour or tinted cheeks around you, so much so it was a miracle that somehow you hadn’t picked up on all the signs. 

fumbling with his hands, tripping over his words, prolonged eye contact; he shrinks when he thinks about how he's reduced to a klutz around you.

“kuroo, hey! i'm glad i was able to catch you! i have these papers from minaho sensei that you missed when you were on your away game.” 

you extended a hand to hand him said papers, slightly crumpled in your freezing grip. he quickly took them from you upon noticing. 

“oh, thank you so much. i don’t know what i would do without—“ 

“ooooooou, kuroo, you sly bastard! you had to have planned that!” 

the two of you both looked in toward the classroom at a disgruntled, shirtless yamamoto, who seemed so distressed you were almost taken aback. kuroo narrowed his eyes.  

“what the hell are you talking abo—-?”

and then the green above his head caught his peripherals, and amidst the cold, kuroo started to sweat. 

the two of you slowly looked up in unison at the mistletoe, the mischief device of kuroo’s own division, gleaming in the sun. you had stepped onto the threshold under the mistletoe, resulting in the two of you now both stuck having to fulfill in a year old tradition. 

truly, it was a miracle you didn’t catch the signs. 

yaku’s eyebrow shot up in satisfaction, fulfilling kuroo's previous position with his arms crossed over his shoulder and leaning against the lockers. “got you.” 

the two of you slowly turn toward one another with wide eyes and flustered expressions. 

truly, it wasn't so much a miracle that kuroo didn’t catch the signs either.

#merry christmas and happy holidays to all that celebrate! #wrote a quick hq piece because i first watched haikyuu during the holidays #so i associate the time with the show #minaho is actually a teacher from karasuno but shhh #tetsuro kuroo x reader #tetsuro kuroo oneshot #tetsuro kurro oneshot #tetsuro kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #hq fluff #hq x reader

[animehideout]

JJK X HAIKYUU X READER IN ONE ROOM.

a/n: Idk just had this random idea of jjk men and Haikyuu men being in one room with the reader like the general dynamics.

Which room you'd rather be locked in?

Room 1 : Gojo Satoru/ Ryomen Sukuna / Toji Fushiguro/ Kuroo Tetsuroo / Oikawa Tooru / Atsumu Miya

A bunch of loud narcissistic extroverts in one room.

Let's say Kuroo is the calmest comparing to them.

Over confidents in their looks and capabilities.

Cocky ass men.

They would start showing off in front of you, literally out of the blue.

Would start an arm wrestling match to see who's the strongest.

Smart? super smart, they'd know exactly what to say to you to make you blush and weak on the knees.

Would try to outshine each other, each one of them trying to be the center of your attention.

Brag about their achievements

“huh a captain of a volleyball team? how lame..I'm the king of curse”.

Showing off their skills to you trying to be better than the other

“come on Oikawa, you can try to punch me, bet you can't..my infinity won't allow it hehehe”.

Everyone talking loudly and at the same time, giving you a terrible headache.

Flexing on you, flexing their muscles in front of you

“come on don't be shy y/n, you can't touch my biceps”

“Hah you call that a biceps?”.

They would put each other down to seem the strongest and the dominant one in front of you.

Total flirts, praising you a lot!!!

Impressive but terrible use of pick-up lines.

Would make their voice deeper to capt your attention and turn you on.

They would wink at you, a lot.

Touchy af.

You'd be giving them weird stares totally crushing their ego.

Room 2: Yuta Okkotsu / Choso Kamo / Toge Inumaki / Kenma Kozume / Kageyma Tobio

Introverted but can be stupid.

You can literally fall asleep there with how tranquil the atmosphere was.

Yuta would be reading his book, Kenma playing games on his phone, Toge just busy in this thoughts, Kageyma awkwardly eating snacks and Choso silently judging.

They shared the interest in you, but none of them dared to start a conversation.

Their attempts to approach you would fail miserably leaving them a blushing mess.

Low-key would suffer from an anxiety/panic attack if you touch them.

Their faces would turn different shades of pink if you catch them staring or smile at them.

Would stutter if you start talking to them.

Would try, key word try to flirt with you.

“That's n-nff-nice!”

Room 3: Yuji Itadori / Ino Takuma / Hinata Shoyo / Bokuto Koutarou / Lev Haiba

Over hyped and energetic squad is here.

These mfs would bond up at the spot

without any obstacles.

Very goofy.

They would turn the room into a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Would laugh a lot while cracking jokes.

It would be easy to be around them since they would make you feel welcomed and try to engage you with them.

Very playful and spontaneous flirting when it's about you.

They would try to make you laugh with their stupid jokes and impressions showcasing their comedic side to you.

Also they would compliment you a lot.

“Your hair smells nice, I love it”

“You have a cute laugh”

It would be very easy to vibe with them.

Would play a lot of games together or watch random videos.

You'd feel very comfortable around them and safe.

Despite their playful nature they would take a good care of you.

Room 4: Nanami Kento / Geto Suguru / Megumi Fushiguro/ Iwaizumi Hajime / Daichi Sawamura / Akaashi Keiji / Ushijima Wakatoshi

Wise squad.

Gentlemen squad.

Aaah lock me in this room with them please.

They would be really quiet and calm.

Each one of them is sitting peacefully.

When they start interacting it would feel like an intellectual forum.

They would talk in formal language.

Engaging in philosophical, existential topic.

They might seem boring to others but they're actually interesting.

Veryyy polite when they start " hitting on you ".

If they sense that you're showing the slightest discomfort they would give you your space and never bother you again.

Would lowkey start a conversation with you talking about the weather

“So do you like the weather? I kinda like rainy days”.

They are CHARMING IN THEIR OWN WAY LIKE.

Treat you like a fucking princess / prince.

Respectful is their middle name.

They would take turns to engage you to talk about your interests.

“You're feeling cold y/n? here take my jacket”.

Very attentive when you start talking, memorizing each word you said.

They calculate what they'd be saying, making them flawless.

You'd fall head over heels for them.

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[sunasjellyfruit]

Their hands during sex

Boys who can't help but grab your body while roaming onto you, groaning each time your moans reach his ears. His hands find your thighs, waist, ass, whatever they can reach as long as it's you. You and your intoxicating scent, warmth, softness... sometimes even leaves his fingers' marks without noticing, he just can't control his strength when you're squeezing him so nicely.

Bokuto, Tanaka, Atsumi, Semi, Kageyama.

Boys who need to have their fingers intertwined with yours in some way whether he's fucking you or making love to you. It feels more intimate, a double connection with you. He tries not to hurt your small digits, so fragile in comparison to his. Sweat dampening his forehead and accumulating between your palms, and when you squeeze his hands when your release is close he swears he loses himself.

Iwaizumi, Daichi, Oikawa, Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Asahi, Ushiwaka, Kenna, Akaashi.

Boys who don't hold your hands, but lock them. Whether it's pinning both your wrists against the mattress, holding them above your head. Sometimes holding not your wrists but your ankles, holding your body and having control over you.

Kurō, Osamu, Oikawa, Tsukki, Hinata.

Boys who findyour neck so pretty and so naked. Perfect for a new necklace. You're almost begging him to choke you, pin you against the bed by the neck. And when your small hands hold his wrists as support when you start feeling your head light from the lack of air he swears his soul leaves his body. And even if he feels guilty when he later notices some red marks on the sides of your neck, he can't help but also feel proud about it.

Suna, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Satori, Omi.

Boys who don't even touch you. They enjoy seeing you struggle, almost with tears in your eyes, as you beg for him to touch you, to hold you, to be over you. And he just smiles devilishly not giving in to your pledges. It's almost like a cruel game for you both, to see who can last longer without proper contact more than just sex.

Suna, Ushiwaka, Oikawa, Semi, Suga, Osamu.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #hq headcanons #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #hq #anime #haikyuu suna #haikyuu suna headcanons #haikyuu oikawa #bokuto koutaro smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyuu!! smut #hq smut #smut #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

[teamatsumu]

Please, PLEASE do a Time skip Kuroo x reader where he's like obsessed with chubby girls. And like you're kinda insecure, but he fixes that up by ramming into you? No worries if you can't, but I would owe you my life if you did. Thank youuuu 😚

proof. (kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader)

word count: 1467

warnings: chubby!reader, smut, nsfw, swearing, office sex

taglist: @keiva1000

There wasn’t a lot about Kuroo’s job that he enjoyed. His boss was overbearing, his team didn’t take him seriously very often, and the pay was almost laughable. But if he had to count the positives, you would be high up on the list.

Plenty of women at Kuroo’s job had sizable crushes on him, he was well aware. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy their attention a bit, if the signature smirk on his face was anything to go by. He would wink at them when he came to get coffee from the break room, and they would dissolve into obnoxious giggles. He was still just a guy after all. And he liked the attention. But you would roll your eyes and make a gagging motion from your place by the table, which would thankfully go unnoticed by them. What would go unnoticed by you were Kuroo’s catlike eyes, trained on you as you poured coffee for yourself as well.

Kuroo had a vice. And that was women like you.

He felt like his vision was permanently glued to the curve of your ass, waiting for you eagerly during break times, just to watch you stand up from your chair, giving him a full view of your backside in your fitted office skirt. He would bite his lip when you walked past, swerving in his chair to follow your figure all the way to the end of the room, humming in satisfaction as your hips swayed. He wanted to grope you so bad, but that would be crossing a boundary that would most certainly get him fired. Unless you were into it….?

His ruminations would halt abruptly when you would reappear in his line of sight, his eyes fixed to your thighs this time. God, sinful sinful thighs. Thick and full, begging to be gripped until they bruised. Kuroo wanted to spread them apart and shove his face between them, wanting to breathe you in and bury his tongue inside you. He bet you tasted so sweet, and he bet you would let out the prettiest little moans as your thighs crushed his head, trembling and shaking.

Man. He was getting hard again.

He often wondered what it would be like to fuck you. To feel your warm, soft figure against his. To grip every bit of fat on your body as it squished pliant under his touch. He had no idea how quickly his dream would come true, that very Friday actually, after the sun had gone down and everyone had left, leaving you two to finish up a project that was due Monday.

Your whines and moans were ten times better than whatever fantasies lived in his head. Your face burned red, eyes so hesitant, darting around everywhere in fear of being caught, yet your hand was tangled in his hair, encouraging how he lapped at your neck, breathing in your wonderful flowery scent. Kuroo pressed his throbbing erection into your plush thigh, groaning at how good you felt. His hands hadn’t stopped wandering, feeling every bit of you like you were going to disappear, like he was going to wake up and realize this was another wet dream about you to add to the ones he had been having for months. How many times had he dreamt of this? Having you perched on his desk with him standing between your parted legs?

“Tetsu…” Fuck. Yeah, there was no way this was a dream.

Kuroo hooked a hand under your knee, pulling it up and apart, which made you let out a cute little moan. He felt you stiffen up against him, making him pause just enough to look up at you. Your face was flushed, some strands from your normally immaculate hair now pulled loose to stick to your heated, sweaty face. You looked so messy, your well-pressed white button-up now disheveled, almost all the way undone to make your boobs spill out, covered in pretty white lace. You were a vision, and Kuroo struggled to not bust right there on the spot.

Your eyes were tinged with worry, hesitancy, and it made Kuroo pause. He leaned closer, nudging his nose with yours slightly to get your attention and snap you out of your thoughts. You seemed caught off guard at the gesture, blinking up at him in surprise.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head, sweets?”

You bit your lip in contemplation, and Kuroo’s eyes immediately shot down to the movement. Your teeth dug into the pink cushion of your lip, and Kuroo licked his own subconsciously. You didn’t seem to notice.

“Are- are you sure about this?” Your voice was quiet, as if you were fearful. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Are you not?”

You paused and frowned at him. “Don’t answer my question with a question!”

Kuroo stared at you for a few more seconds, long enough to make you squirm under his sharp gaze. He could see now that his mind was clearer, that your hesitation was originating from your insecurity. The thought baffled him, considering he was so, so attracted to you that it made him dizzy. But he could also see where you were coming from. The notion of you doubting yourself annoyed him. It just wouldn’t do. It seemed he would have to show you just how much he wanted this.

Kuroo tugged at the leg he was still holding, pulling you close to the edge of the desk abruptly and causing you to yelp. You immediately dissolved into a moan when he ran his tongue up your neck in a thick stripe, using one hand to free his cock from his pants. It was thick and throbbing, but Kuroo ignored it in favor of pushing a hand under your skirt, bunching it up around your full hips and running his knuckles over the rough lace of your panties. You gasped at the feeling and Kuroo felt his mouth twitch into a smirk, nibbling at your earlobe.

Your pussy was hot under his touch, and so so wet. Kuroo bit back a groan when he pushed the crotch of your panties aside, swiftly sliding a finger knuckle deep into you. You moaned loudly and arched into him at the action. You were tight as fuck, and Kuroo reeled at the thought of how you would feel wrapped so snug around his cock. It hit him like a freight train, sending all his blood rushing down south and breaking his patience. He hurriedly pulled his finger out, leaning forward to plant his lips on yours to muffle your protesting whine. He kept his mouth firmly against yours as he spread your legs more with both hands, one reaching down to grip his cock before steadily bullying it into your hot cunt.

He didn’t stop until his hips pressed flush against yours, eyes rolling up in his head at the feeling of your warm, pulsating core. You felt divine, like nothing he could ever imagine or replicate with his own hand as he masturbated to you in the shower. No, this was a hundred times better. And when he pulled back only to slam his cock into you once more, feeling your soft body arch into his torso, Kuroo was sure he had died and gone to heaven. And he was planning to prolong his stay in this heaven for as long as he could.

He set a fast, rough pace, unable to hold back and chasing the feeling of your tight walls dragging over his dick over and over. You whimpered and cried in his arms as he gripped your love handles, reveling in the feeling of them, nearly cooing when you curled your body into him, as if molding yourself to his frame. He encouraged it, not wanting even an iota of space between the two of you.

“You see?” He moaned into your mouth. “See how bad I wanted this? God, your cunt is so amazing, sweets. Love the way you squeeze around me. So wet and tight. You’re so sexy-”

Kuroo was cut off by your whine, your hands fisting into his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. Encouraged by your actions, Kuroo sped up, ramming into you hot and fast, big hands covering your even bigger thighs until you were sweet and pliant under him, until your pussy clenched hard around him and you came without warning, wetness coating his pelvis and wetting his clothes as well. Kuroo groaned at the feeling, at how slick the sounds got as he continued fucking into you with no signs of stopping, even as you slumped against him, breathless.

He wasn’t done with you. Oh, he hadn’t even properly started yet.

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