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ferris wheel first kiss

ft.: kuroo x f!reader

a/n: this was written for the lovely @suckerforsugawara's a first time for everything collab! lexi, thank you so much for letting me join!

word count: ~1.8k words

The night is electrifying.

Children’s laughter rings through the air, the intertwined scents of various sweet and savory snacks are tempting enough to make anyone’s mouth water, the bright neon lights contrast the pitch-black sky, and the sounds emanating from countless games and rides are unceasing.

Kuroo wouldn’t use the word “romantic” to describe the amusement park’s atmosphere. Perhaps “exhilarating” would be more apt. But finding the right word doesn’t matter. For the volleyball captain, the most important thing currently is making sure that the childlike glee gleaming in your eyes doesn’t fade away.

There are two things that Kuroo is aspiring to accomplish by the end of your date. Firstly, he wants you to have a marvelous time. Secondly, he hopes that you'll, at long last, share your first kiss together.

Ideally, he’ll finally kiss you towards your date’s conclusion. Maybe it’ll be during your stroll home, under the moonlight, while his long calloused fingers are intertwined through yours. Or perhaps it will be a sweet goodnight kiss when he drops you off at your front door.

But he’s getting ahead of himself.

He should be focusing on having fun with you. He is pretty sure you are enjoying yourself so far. You are tightly clinging onto his forearm, pointing out multiple food stands that you are eager to check out.

“You know, you’ll have to win a prize for me later,” you remark cheekily after seeing a particularly adorable cat plushie at one of the games you walk past.

“Oh? Is there a rule somewhere that states that I am obligated to win a prize for you?” Kuroo fires back with his signature mischievous smirk, as he leads you through the crowds of people.

“I think it’s a known fact that all boyfriends need to win their girlfriends cute prizes at amusement parks,” you sarcastically reply.

“Well, what if I want to keep the prize for myself?” Kuroo asks, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “Besides, I think it would be fun to compete against each other in a few games.”

“Oh, you’re on! I can kick your ass at any game here!” you swiftly assert before sticking your tongue out at the middle blocker mockingly.

“I’d love to see you try, sweetheart.”

This comment causes you to lean your head against Kuroo’s arm as you laugh. Honestly, the dark-haired third-year is in a state of absolute bliss right now. Here he is, on a date with the most wonderful and beautiful girl, whose very presence lights up his world. There is probably no one in this amusement park happier than him. There is definitely nothing that can ruin this-

“Hey! Kuroo! Y/N!” a familiar voice shouts from behind you and Kuroo.

Your boyfriend knows, without a doubt, who that voice belongs to. But this doesn’t stop him from wishing that it’s just some random person yelling at someone nearby who also happens to be named Kuroo.

Once he turns around, Kuroo realizes that it’s worse than he imagined: Lev is waving enthusiastically at you two, but beside him is the rest of the volleyball team. And they are all approaching you. In the middle of your date. Which they knew was going to take place here, tonight.

As Kuroo wonders why his teammates are crashing your date, you pleasantly greet, “Hey guys! I wasn’t expecting to run into all of you!”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to either,” your boyfriend adds, through gritted teeth.

“Well, when you mentioned that there was a discount on the park’s admissions fee today, it was too good an offer to pass up,” Yaku explains, though Kuroo can detect a playful glint in the libero’s eyes.

“We thought it would be a good team bonding experience,” Kai politely states with a friendly smile.

“Kenma, I thought you would be home playing that new game that came out today,” you interject when you notice the setter, who appears visibly bored. “You seemed excited about it all week.”

“Well, that was originally my plan for tonight. I’m not really a fan of crowded amusement parks,” Kenma sighs, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as his eyes shift between you and the throngs of people sauntering by your small group. “But then Yamamoto and Fukunaga showed up at my house and forced me to come.”

“Don’t act so upset about hanging out with us! We’re all going to have a ton of fun!” Yamamoto screeches and Fukunaga nods along in agreement.

Kenma doesn’t say anything and instead opts to respond by rolling his eyes, inciting Yamamoto’s wrath. Bickering ensues, which causes you to giggle at their antics. Obviously, you aren’t as close with the players on Nekoma’s volleyball team as Kuroo is, but you know them well enough to expect this sort of chaos.

Kuroo, embarrassed by how his teammates are behaving in front of you, ends up loudly grumbling, “Give it a rest, guys.”

Once the verbal sparring subsides, Inuoka decides to innocently inquire, “So, how is your date going?”

“It’s been fun!” you exclaim, wrapping an arm around your boyfriend. “We haven’t been here too long, but we’ve managed to go on a few rides.”

“That’s good!” Lev proclaims. “That means Kuroo was worrying over nothing!”

“Aww, were you nervous about our date?” you teasingly ask your boyfriend, lightly nudging him.

“Not really!” Kuroo defensively blurts out, a little too quickly.

“Yeah, right!” Yaku cries out, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow. “You were so anxious about leaving practice on time because you wanted to stop by to get flowers for Y/N! Plus, you were complaining about not knowing what to wear tonight!"

“It was pretty obvious during practice today that you were stressing out about your date,” Kenma chimes in.

“Even Coach Nekomata could tell that you were distracted!” Lev points out.

As everyone begins nitpicking at how Kuroo was acting earlier in the day, the captain senses a blush gradually creeping up his neck and tinting his cheeks.

“I’m going to make them pay tomorrow during practice,” Kuroo plots to himself. “I’m going to make them work on their receives until they think their arms are going to fall off.”

Kuroo suddenly sees Yamamoto opening his mouth, and not wanting to be subjected to further mortification, he knows he must come up with an escape plan. He scans his surroundings, and quickly spots the perfect opportunity to get away.

“Y/N, there’s no line for the Ferris wheel! Let’s go!” your boyfriend proclaims as he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the other members of the volleyball club.

You stumble a bit, confused by your boyfriend’s actions, but soon fall into place beside him as he quickly strides towards the Ferris wheel. And it is just he said: there is no line, so the two of you are immediately seated in a cart and the ride commences to move. For a couple of seconds, there is silence between you and the middle blocker, as he actively attempts to not make eye contact with you, even though you are trapped in a tight space together.

Part of you does contemplate teasing your boyfriend, but you decide against it in favor of being more direct, “So you want to tell me why you dragged me away from everyone and onto the Ferris wheel?”

Kuroo simply shrugs, not daring to glance over at you.

“Tetsuro…” you tenderly say, which causes him to sigh. He knows that if you are calling him by his full name instead of “Tetsu” that you are being serious.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, running a hand through his messy hair. Kuroo looks down at the bustling park, a pensive expression gracing his handsome facial features. He then clears his throat and continues: “It’s kind of embarrassing that you had to hear how nervous I was. It’s not like I am trying to deceive you into thinking I’m something I’m not, but… I want to be someone that you’re proud to call your boyfriend. I want to be the perfect boyfriend for you, Y/N, because that’s what you deserve. You deserve the best. I don’t want you to think I’m some idiotic, lame guy who is a complete mess when it comes to being your boyfriend.”

His sincerity catches you off guard. You are aware that Kuroo is super attentive and extremely sweet with you, more than anyone else. However, he had never vocalized these concerns to you.

Placing a hand on his cheek, you gingerly turn his head, so he is forced to face you. Tracing your thumb along his jawline, you say, “Tetsu, I know that you occasionally like making snide remarks to provoke people and sometimes you act and talk like an old man.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Kuroo questions, somewhat bewildered, and he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“I also know that you are really smart, funny and an amazing leader. I appreciate every side of you, and I like you just the way you are. I am super proud to call you my boyfriend and being your girlfriend has made me incredibly happy. You don’t have to act perfect in front of me.”

As you finish speaking, the Ferris wheel stops moving momentarily, and your cart happens to stop at the highest point, so you have an excellent view of the entire amusement park and the nearby neighborhood. Kuroo isn’t taking in the scenery, though. Instead, he leans closer to you, and he is gazing at you so lovingly with his gorgeous hazel eyes that it causes your heart to skip a beat.

“I am so lucky to have you in my life,” he whispers with a bashful smile. He briefly looks down at your lips then asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Without hesitation, you nod in affirmation at his request, and he instantly closes the gap between you two.

The kiss isn’t fervent or deep: it’s very soft, like a spring breeze blowing through a quiet meadow. His lips brush against yours delicately, as the Ferris wheel’s cart rocks back and forth ever so slightly. The noise from the amusement park seems to evaporate as one of his hands cups your cheek, which you are certain is now a bright shade of red. When you pull away from the kiss, you lean your forehead against his and you are both grinning ear to ear. You and Kuroo are relishing this moment, scanning each other’s features as if trying to memorize this exact moment where you both feel on top of the world.

So, even though your first kiss didn’t occur in the way Kuroo had anticipated, it was truly electrifying.

He is still going to make his teammates pay for teasing him.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x f!reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu x reader #afirsttimeforeverythingcollab

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ninapi · 9 months

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Bakeneko clan path ╝

Premise: The possibility to save humanity presented itself, but you would have to leave the forest to chase this opportunity, something that could end your life. What you didn’t know was that chasing it would also mean find a love like no other, one that was waiting for you on the other side.

Word Count: 5582

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Deciding what to do with your remaining time was difficult.

Hinata-kun and his family were as welcoming and sweet as you always imagined a true family to actually be like. Your parents weren’t exactly doting on you, always busy trying to subside in the harsh environment you used to live, so you always admired families that irradiated warmth and love, much like the one you were staying with at the moment.

Instead of going to the north with Tobio, you decided to listen to Hinata for once, “No, (Y/N) stay! Kenma said he will be visiting next week, he has important information about your disease, seems like it’s connected to us in a way, if I can help in any way to get you cured, I will try everything.” clinging onto your arm, he refused to let you go.

“It’s fine (Y/N), listen to the tangerine headed idiot. If his cat friend can’t help you, you can go with me next moon.” In all truth if you could stay a day more with the Tengus you would choose that option, the unknown was somewhat terrifying, specially having to face it partially on your own.

“Ok, let’s wait for him then.” with new resolution Hinata left to send his bakeneko friend a parchment stating you would wait for his arrival and to plead for him to come faster since your condition kept worsening every day.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Kenma was able to arrive at the village a couple of days earlier, Tobio had just arrived from his almond picking and refused to leave your side in the presence of the potential predator, he didn’t really trust cats.

“(Y/N), this is my best friend, Kozume Kenma. He is very close to the leader of his clan, he’s the one who has a lead on the disease. Bakayama, get out of the way, he is not going to eat her.” Tobio was now blocking you entirely from view, making you chuckle at his overly protective behavior.

“Thank you for coming, Kozume-san, it’s a pleasure meeting you.” you bowed your head in his direction, startling the bakeneko with your good manners. Humans around him were anything but polite.

“Sure, you can call me Kenma. Like Hinata-kun said, my leader has intel that connects your bird disease with this side of the forest’s curse. He didn’t want to give me more details, saying he would only talk to you, he’s a pain, I apologize in advance.” Kenma deflated on his seat, heaving a deep sigh of disappointment.

You were honestly very intrigued by this clan, they weren’t as mysterious as the foxes, but you had an odd feeling about this. There was an old painting in your house, one of a beautiful cat with two tails, it was said to be your great grandmother’s craft and was kept as heirloom among your family. You were entranced by it since very young, even more so after your mother told you one would kidnap you and make you his bride like they did to your great grandmother if you weren’t careful, it made you believe they were real regardless of the common knowledge.

And here you were now, seeing one with your very own eyes.

Kenma’s cat ears were dark like his roots, a little droopy and seemingly fluffy, his tails matched his hair, one of each color, catching your attention right away and making it really hard for you to concentrate in the actual conversation.

“So, I was thinking we could go to Kuroo tomorrow morning, I’m very tired and I have some things to do around here. Would that work for you?”

“Yeah, sure. Is it too far from here?” your condition was worsening as days went by, you were worried about the journey since it was going out of the forest, that was dangerous for you.

“Not really, our settlement kinda is, but Kuroo’s secret base isn’t, shouldn’t take us more than a couple of hours on foot. I brought some suppressants, this is what we use to hide our tails and ears from humans, I asked around and should help stop your decomposing process at least for a while, just make sure to take one every morning once you’re out of the forest.” he handed you a glass bottle full with little black balls, they smelled terrible it was pretty obvious to you they were made of a heavy blend of herbs and spices, thankfully you just had to take them once a day.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Kenma was right, this secret base he mentioned was actually fairly close to your own village, and the medicine he gave you seemed to be working, you still didn’t feel good, but at least you didn’t feel worse. According to Asahi, your body should have started decomposing by now, slowly dragging you to a painful death, but nothing bad seemed to be happening to you, at least not yet.

The secret base was actually just a cottage in the forest. You thought it would be hidden in a cave or under a tree, something crazy like that, it was supposed to be hidden, right? Because it wasn’t. It was actually a cute little cottage very well tended that even had its own little garden with all sorts of herbs planted in it.

You were looking at all the plants in awe when something moving on the background caught your eye. There was someone sleeping on a hammock outside the cottage, a hat was covering his face and the black thing you saw moving was one of his tails falling from the side of it.

“That’s him, (Y/N). He knew we were coming, sorry he’s a bit much sometimes, let me wake him up.” your soft comprehensive smile made Kenma feel better about this whole thing. Others would have left, his disrespectful attitude was the reason why he had to flee from his clan after all, even if he was the leader, but you seemed not to care, you had the patience required to deal with Kuroo, he could leave in peace. “Kuroo, she’s here, get up.” he kicked the hammock with his foot, making him fall with a harsh thud.

“You heartless fuzzy man! Couldn’t you like, I don’t know pat my shoulder? Call out my name? Do you really have to be like this? I thought we were friends!” the man was rubbing his butt, yawning in between words, making you chuckle. He heard Kenma, but hadn’t really register the situation fully until he heard your cute chuckles.

The bakeneko clan is used to humans, for generations now they’ve been living amongst them, some families stayed in the forest, but majority joined the colonies in the human world.

But Kuroo had never seen one like you.

You were staring at them both, without disgust on your face, not even curiosity and they had their ears and tails out in the open. You also seemed to be enjoying their banter, not even their friends wanted to be around them once their bickering started, it was refreshing having someone being interested in their silly behavior for once.

“There she is! The girl of the moment, the diamond in the raw!”

“Oh god, please just shut up…you're embarasing me...” Kenma’s hand was covering his face in shame. He knew this would happen.

“Don’t listen to him, (Y/N). Come, let’s go inside, being out in the sun isn’t good for you. Kenma, you can leave now, I’ll take care of this. Report to me if anything’s out of the ordinary in the colony.” to this he just nodded, turning around and leaving you alone with the strange man you just met. Anxiety was eating you from the inside out now that you were left alone, you thought Hinata’s friend would stay in case you had to go back to the village, you didn’t even know the way back…

“Don’t be nervous, I won’t bite. Unless you want me to that is.” he shot you a little wink before bursting out laughing. He should be trying to ease your nerves, not make them worse.

“Kuroo-san, your friend told me you had more information on the disease, is that true?” you were now sitting beside each other in his cottage, trying your best to forget about your nerves.

“How much do you know about the Tengu curse?”

“I know it was casted by the Eagle clan, that they were thrown to the side of the forest and since then they can’t leave in their true form.”

“Do you know why did that happen?” he wasn’t expecting you to know this much, you could see that in his eyes.

“Their leader was killing humans.”

“Correct. Now, the curse itself it’s more like a magical barrier, the moment they try to leave the forest they turn into their bird form. At the beginning that was all, humans forgot about the massacre and moved on with their lives, but a few of the Tengus left the forest in a way or another, they thought the curse was just the fact they had to remain birds while being outside, but the true purpose of it was for them not to come out at all.” this caused you to gasp, were you responsible for the second wave of the disease? Were all those deaths your fault? Even your own demise?

“When they cross the barrier they bring what we call ‘toxicity’ into the world. It affects us as well, I’ve heard from the weasels they also experienced some symptoms, but it doesn’t kill us, unlike humans.”

“I…I rescued one of them when he fell out of his tree…and took it to my house…are all those people dead because of what I did…?” your hands were trembling, you never expected this to be related to your own bird, you took such good care of him and he never left your house until the day you left for the forest.

Kuroo’s hand rested over one of your knees, offering some sort of comfort.

“No, (Y/N). This isn’t your fault, it’s been going on for a while now, but has been getting worse lately, that’s why so many humans are dying and the birds are being mercilessly killed by them. This must be stopped at once.”

“But how can we stop this?”

“I’m going to meet the current head of the Eagle clan, I want you to come with me as proof. They probably have no idea of what’s going on and they are the only ones that can lift the barrier.” you nodded, determination showing on your face. “I’ll do everything within my power to help you."

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The leader of the Eagle clan was a busy man, he was popular among the forest clans, envied by many.

He replied to Kuroo’s parchment saying he would visit him instead, humans were not welcomed in his side of the forest and things had been a little tense between them and other smaller clans around the area, he needed to protect their place at the top.

The wait wasn’t as bad, the medicine was really helping, yet Kuroo still didn’t allow you to be in the sun for long periods of time, though you could go into the garden and help him tend his herbs. That’s when you got to learn he’s the one that made your medicine, following an ancient recipe from his clan.

Entranced by the past of his clan you loved hearing him talk about it, and he was always willing to indulge your needs and wants, “So one of the leaders from my clan, a few generations back, fell in love with a human. She saw him in his cat form after being injured; when we are in pain is really difficult for us to make our second tail invisible to humans. So she saw him and took him to her house, nursed him back to health. Turning into our true form outside of the forest requires a lot of energy, so while he was injured he remained in his cat form, until he got better and without trying, he turned back into his real form right before her eyes.” you were immersed in his story, your eyes glued to him as his mellow voice transported you to a different era, funny enough this all seemed familiar to you for some reason.

“And what happened next?” he chuckled at your eagerness, getting comfortable by resting his head on your lap nonchalantly to continue with his story.

The weight of his head, and the warm feeling of his back pressed onto the side of your thigh brought a lovely rosy blush to your beautiful face, thankfully he saw it just in time. “She didn’t reject him, on the contrary, she didn’t let him leave her house until he was completely recovered. It took a while and they ended up falling for one another.”

“So he had to figure out a way to look human all the time to be with her.” he just nodded with his eyes closed.

The story was beautiful but it sounded somewhat unfair, “Couldn’t she have gone with him into the colony? Or are humans not allowed in like in the Eagles one?” this caused him to open his eyes, your words picking his interest.

“No sane human would want to live among yokai cats, as you guys call us.”

“That’s what you think. In my opinion, your ears are pretty cute. Definitely a selling point.” laughing he turned on his side so he could look at your face properly. “Are you flirting with me right now? Because I think you totally are.” you rolled your eyes, giggling at his antics.

“You know, there was a painting of a bakeneko in my house, for the longest time I felt pulled by it. Maybe that’s why I’m comfortable enough with you around, I’ve always seen one of you as part of my family legacy.”

Kuroo’s eyes were wide opened, taking in what you just said, “This bakeneko, how did it look like? The one in the painting…”

Humming in thought you roamed through your memories trying to get back as many details as possible, “Almost completely white, one of his ears and the side of his face was black. Eyes as blue as the sky. Beautiful really. Always wished it was real so we could play together.” the lovely smile gracing your lips was doing things to Kuroo’s heart, he somehow was feeling jealous towards a painting of a dead relative, odd.

“That’s definitely great uncle Tetsusaburo….”

“Tetsusaburo…I’ve heard that name somewhere…is it possible that my great grandmother saw him and was awe struck by his beauty? She used to paint everything she found beautiful.”

“Great uncle Tetsusaburo is the bakeneko of the story I just told you, (Y/N)….” you were now staring at each other in realization.

“So my great grandma is the one that was in love with the bakeneko leader??? I knew there was something entrancing about that painting! I could feel things just by looking at it, it must have been her love plastered in it!”

“This world is so small, it’s ridiculous. But wait, does that mean we are related-?” the alarm in his face was amusing, this was causing severe distress to the poor man.

“I don’t think so, blood has been mixed in the way, there’s two generations in between. Though, I find it fascinating that I’ve crossed paths with one myself. It must be in our blood…”

“You mean falling in love with the bakeneko clan leader? Because if that’s what you mean I must agree with your theory.” his reply caused you both to laugh, you spent all day sharing more stories about your past and your relatives, they weren’t as different from humans, and you weren’t as different from them.

The weeks you had to share with Kuroo waiting for the Eagle clan leader weren’t at all bad.

You both got used to the other, finding an unexpected harmony in the process.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

You were watering the herbs out in the garden when a very large winged man with an stoic expression came right into the property, followed by a redhead and what seemed like a younger eagle right after. They gave a powerful vibe, almost felt like a military patrol, it was intimidating to say the least.

“Tetsu….!” your strangled call made the fuzzy eared man to run to your aid. The medicine was losing its effect, he was a bit edgy because of that, thinking you would fall sick any time now.

“What is it (Y/N), are you ok?” his eyes landed on Ushijima not until he had made sure you were fine, annoying the youngest member of the crew.

“You disrespectful furry creature! Show your respect, bow to our king!”

“There, there Goshiki-kun. Don’t get on the way, grownups need to talk.” the red headed winged man dragged the youngster out of the way, making the scowling giant to walk towards you.

“I got your parchment, Kuroo. Is this the human you wanted to show me?” Ushijima's stare was so intense it was making you shy, Kuroo gently tugging you behind him in a protective manner.

“Yes, my lovely (Y/N) could die any moment now due to your stupid barrier, can’t you just turn it off or something?” his choice of words made you blush furiously. Things with him have been warming up as days went by, he was funny, gentle, you liked spending your time with him. But he just called you ‘his’…didn’t he?

“What do you mean she’s dying because of the barrier? Is she a Tengu? I don’t see her wings…” he was going around Kuroo, analyzing your body in search of said wings.

“Back off man! Stop looking at her like that or I would be forced to punch you where it hurts…she’s no Tengu, you won’t find wings. That’s the problem, your barrier is leaking toxicity and killing hundreds of humans. Isn’t it time for your clan to forgive them? Not even his grandchildren are alive now…”

You wanted to save humanity but you also wanted to free your beloved friends from the chain they were kept on, “Sawamura-San is indeed a great person, he comes from the same bloodline but he does not resemble the evil tyrant. He takes care of the safety around the village and looks after lost chicks, he is not even in a place of power, the leadership of the village belongs to the Hinata family now.” your voice was soft, determined, a little nervous, but Ushijima could feel your honesty behind said words.

“I’ll see what I can do. Wait for my parchment.”

But before Ushijima could leave, Kuroo grabbed the sleeve of his very complex and expensive looking kimono, making him look back, “WAIT. Please…just wait a second…” his voice was wavering, he sounded worried, defeated even, “She doesn’t have much time left…please…is there anything you can do to help her while we wait…?” he was terrified of losing you, he’s never been this happy in his life, just having you around made his days so much brighter, it was fun to be alive, not even the problems in the colony could ruin his mood lately.

“I shouldn’t be doing magic outside of the forest…but…” he looked at you straight into your soul, your chest felt warmer, your eyes felt cold. A faint golden glow emitted from your body as you floated in the air for a few seconds, you could feel your blood tickling within your veins, the world turned brighter, the colors more intense and suddenly you could even hear the stream running miles away from you.

“I infused her soul with my essence, the toxicity shouldn’t affect her any longer. I’ll see what we can do for the rest.” Kuroo was so relieved that his legs gave in, making him fall knees deep into mud, “Thank you….” Ushijima gave him a short nod, before making his way over to his comrades just to disappear into the sky within seconds.

You made your way over to Kuroo, helping him back up, he held onto your face with both of his hands, looking a little desperate, “How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Please tell me that soul infusing thing didn’t make you fall in love with him instead….” his outburst made you chuckle, “Not at all, no…my soul had been already compromised even before the eagle infusion.”

The grin on his face was so wide you could swear his face would split in two, his heart was racing, “Compromised, huh? By the handsome leader of the bakeneko clan, right, how could I forget…” his smoldering gaze made you shudder, his face moving closer inch by inch until his lips pressed against yours. Relief and longing pouring into the loving kiss.

“Are you seriously feeling good though? You aren’t as pale anymore.” you nodded, resting your face on his shoulder while looking up at him, “I’m fine, feeling a bit tired but lighter and better, though what if I suddenly start preferring feathers over fluff-?” your teasing look stirred something possessive inside of the clan leader, gathering you in his arms and taking you back into his cottage, “I will have to engrave my essence into you as well then, just to make sure that won’t happen~” his alluring tone of voice was just a little sample of what was to come.

Thankfully you still had a lot of time to kill while the eagle leader figured things out.

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“Tetsu how did you find this place?” the cottage you’ve been living in was as cozy and warm as a real home, it didn’t look like a secret base it felt more like someone’s actual home. The ceiling was high, there was just one bedroom, the rest was all cramped in the same space. Outside there was a beautiful natural hot spring and the windows were adorably round, ivy growing in the outside. A lovely place to live apart from society.

You were laying in Kuroo’s bed, securely in his arms, his head resting on top of yours, “It’s been in my family for a while, I found the keys to it when I was a kid and have been coming here ever since. I was told it belonged to great uncle, I believe this is where he came to live when his suppressants weren’t working anymore, if you take them every day they make you real sick and that eventually killed him.” you gasped in horror, the tale your mother used to tell you clicking in your head.

“I remember my mother used to say the bakeneko kidnapped my great grandma and made her his bride. Could it be possible this is where they lived?”

“I think so yeah, I do think they had a child together, the first time I came here there were old toys littering the floor.”

“Yeah they had my grandma, ever since, every women in my family only has one daughter, she had my mother and she had me. My father used to say it was a curse placed upon our family by the bakeneko painting, he even tried to burn it asking for my mother to bare a son, but I honestly don’t think it’s a curse, maybe destiny was just waiting for it to repeat itself.” Kuroo was rubbing comforting circles on your naked arm, humming in thought.

“Then that means we are probably having just one daughter, that’s fine with me though, I won’t go cursing my own blood.” he chuckled earning a swat on his idle arm from you.

“What?! After tonight I wouldn’t be surprised if we have a little kitten crawling around in a few months.” you buried your face on his bare chest, cheeks burning at the memories of your fierce rendezvous.

“If it was a curse then we probably just broke it, if it was supposed to bring us together.” it was a silly theory, but it warmed both of your hearts.

“You’re probably right, but you’re so sticky love, it’s distracting. Let’s go take a bath.” he laughed at your horrified expression, quickly bringing you up with him in his arms and walking his butt naked self to the wonders of his natural hot spring bath, gently setting you over his lap as he scooped some warm water with his hand to clean you over, your stickiness was his fault after all.

Relaxing like this felt foreign, you still had to save the village, not everything was done for, but just knowing you shouldn’t be suffering any more symptoms and once the barrier is gone your sickness should go away completely was such a relief.

“Tetsu, why are you running away from your clan?” It’s a question you’ve been meaning to ask for a while but you never had enough courage to do so until this day.

“The elders of my clan wanted us to return to the forest. I disagreed. It wasn’t just me but I am the one that represents our people. We all want to stay in the colonies, it’s were we were born, we’ve made our life there and returning to the forest would be a set back. We had a big fight and I’ve been avoiding them ever since. Kenma keeps me up to date and Yaku takes care of the important matters while I’m gone.” he buried his face on your neck, ashamed of his lack of power to defend his own people.

You threaded your fingers through his bed hair, trying to get him to relax, “Can’t they go back on their own and leave you guys in the colonies? Maybe they just want to return to their own homes and die there.” he never thought of it that way, it made sense and it was a potential solution to the mess he got himself in.

“You’re so diplomatic, you’re making me fall for you harder, you dangerous creature.” he showered your face with messy kisses, making you giggle.

“I am no such thing, I just like to think there’s a way to make everyone happy as long as both parts sacrifice something.”

“Is that why you said it was unfair for uncle Tetsusaburo having to take suppressants for your great grandma?”

You nodded, resting on his chest while playing with the warm water covering your bodies. “They would have been able to live together for longer if she had just gone to the colonies…”

“I love how you’re more in our side than in the human one but to be fair, things were different back then, he probably didn’t want her to go through all the crap the elders would have her go through, the fact that he was wondering around your village also makes me think he was sick of the strict rules and fled just like I did.” It was possible, sadly no one alive back then remained and all you could do was to speculate about the past.

“I do think they were happy while it lasted though. The painting is our family heirloom after all, her most precious possession.”

“Would you….consider coming with me to the colonies once all this is done?” his overly confident self couldn’t be heard in his words, he wanted that more than anything, he was even willing to formally quit to his position as leader and stay in the cottage if that meant you would stay with him, but he knows you well enough to know he had to ask for your opinion first and discuss things through, you were smarter than he was, your resolution beyond praise.

“If that makes you happy I’ll go. But if your happiness is here in this tiny cottage, then I’ll stay here with you. Both sound lovely.” his hold around your waist tightened, his face now burying on your chest, he was grateful, to the damn barrier that made humanity go sick, to Kenma’s friend for contacting him, to his ancestor who built this cottage and seemingly sort of cursed your family, he was grateful for the love he was receiving from you, for the happiness that filled his otherwise desolated heart.

“Let’s go after all this is done and see if you like it first. You’re all it matters to me now, I want you to be happy, comfortable, but most importantly, healthy…” you kissed his head and remained in the water for a bit longer, you knew everything would be fine, home was not a house or a place, as long you stayed together, everything would be just fine.

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The eagle leader arrived back at your cottage a moon later, this time he came on his own.

“I was able to find a reversion spell, it took a while to find everything I needed to accomplish it, but it has been taken care of. As for the Tengus, we signed a treaty, as long as they respect our rules they can do as they please.” happiness was filling your insides, you were happy for your friends, happy you were able to help those in need even if they weren’t the nicest to you when you lived amongst them.

“How have you been feeling, human? Any changes after the soul infusion? Or after this morning that the toxicity got removed?” you hummed in thought, analyzing your own body.

“I’ve been feeling a lot better, though, lately it’s hard for me to eat, could that be a side effect of the infusion?” Ushijima looked you up and down, taking in the information. Kuroo didn’t like how nosy this man was, why did he always had to look at you like that.

“Not that I know of, according to texts, headaches, nightmares and mild joint pain are the typical symptoms. Let me run a scan.” he was once again staring into your soul, yet this time you didn’t float nor felt anything, just your man radiating annoyance by your side.

“It’s not the toxicity…not the soul infusion either, you’re just pregnant.” your eyes widen at his statement, feeling Kuroo’s grip on your hand.

“HA! What did I say? I just knew it, that night was just way too much.” you stomped on his foot, trying to stop him from sharing more details about your intimacy with the conservative eagle king.

“If there’s nothing else I can do for the creatures of my forest, I will take my leave then. I still advise not to go south into the fox territory though, even if the rest of the clans signed the peace treaty I am not even going to pursue them.” with a curt nod, he flew away at an insane speed.

Kuroo took you back into the cottage, bringing you in his arms to kiss you deeply. He was going to be a father, all thanks to you, something he always dreamt of being.

Even if you were happy, the problem of the foxes kept disturbing your thoughts.

“Tetsu, why is it that everyone hates the fox clan? In the Tengu village the elders feed you poison if you talk about them….”

He was confused by your question, he was over the moon thinking of his child right now, of the lovely family he was building with you, but he would indulge his love whatever the subject might be.

“Well yeah, for them it’s worse than for the rest I guess. We don’t really care about the foxes really, but also don’t interact with them.” bringing you over to the sofa, he made sure you were comfortable placing a pillow behind your back and one under your feet, making you smile.

“The Tengus used to be the leaders of the bird clans, the legend of ‘Sarutahiko Ōkami’ is still told to this day. He was a powerful warrior, loved by the masses. He brought prosperity to his clan, and they were at the top of the chain for many years. But the war against what they call ‘the predators’ came, of course we were on the other side, which is why the bird clans don’t like us very much except maybe the owls, they’re pretty impartial in the matter. The fox leader was an incredibly powerful old lady. Her nine tails made of fire burnt their forces to the ground and Sarutahiko Ōkami died in battle. After that the Tengus were ridiculed by the rest of the bird clans and the Eagles stole their place at the top. Even then I still think feeding poison to those who speak about them it’s pretty intense but the elders of every clan tend to be a pain, always stuck in the past.” you hummed, your hand caressing your still very flat stomach, thinking of your future to come.

“Do you think they’ll accept us?”

“Of course they will, she’s my daughter meaning she will rule over them one day, thankfully by then all those old farts will be dead. Nothing to worry about, my love.” his choice of words made you laugh, leaning over to rest against his warmth.

“Then we should probably start packing. Kenma-San told me your settlement is far from here, we should go soon while I can still walk.” he was unsure, the first months are critical on the baby’s development he preferred to play it safe.

“Nah, let’s wait until we can actually see your bump, that way everyone will know you’re pregnant and will respect you from the start.” questioning him wasn’t an option, he was their leader, he knew them better than you did.

A new adventure was about to begin and more would come after that, there was no doubt about it, next time though will be as a family of three.

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Note: According to my regular standards this should be considered the true ending~ however, next week the second half of the story will start, the mysterious side of the forest. 👀🫶🏻

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stuff-and-fluffs · 2 years

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helloooo ik this is a bit late :( i’m sorry i fell asleep hehe. anyway, requests are open, as they always are <3 my exams are finally over so now i can finally re-start making new fics! also, just noticed i have zero kuroo fics??? huh???

he’s trying to pay attention to what you’re saying. he really is. but it isn’t kuroo’s fault that you look so… so enticing when you’re speaking. it’s not his fault when he gets distracted by you. ‘cause look at your face! he gets lost in the way your lips move; he thinks your lips look so so kissable when you talk. he’s truly enchanted by them — he just adores how plush they look. and your expressions! he can’t get enough of your expressions while you’re ranting about something. the way your face shifts from to gleeful, to angry, to mock-surprise, to annoyance just draws him in. kuroo’s lost in the depths that his love for you take him, so much so that even you getting mad at him for losing track of the conversation can’t bring him back for a breath of fresh air before plunging back into the comforts of the deep. he just grins at your pout as you huff at him with all the annoyance you can muster and pulls you into a kiss before asking you to repeat what you just said. just for the events to unfold once again. he just can’t help the fact that you’re so gorgeous.

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uzuikyo · 11 months

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𓄷 17:34 ✦ kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

ﾒ̼ smut (MDNI, 18+)

ﾒ̼ fingering, spanking

“t-tetsu…” you gasped when you suddenly felt his big hand cupped your clothed pussy while you were busy playing games on your phone, laying on your stomach on top of kuroo with your ass facing him. “shh, just continue playing. I just want to make you feel good.”

his thumb found your clit, gently rubbing it, making you squirm as you tried to focus on the game you were playing. kuroo noticed the wet patch on your panties grow bigger, rubbing up and down your slit. “mhmm b-babe..” you stuttered out.

his hands went to squeeze your bottom when you tried to move your hips for more friction before giving it a light smack. soon enough, your panties were pushed to the side, making kuroo licking his lower lip by the sight of your glistening folds.

your grip on your phone completely loosened as it fell from your hands when you felt two fingers entering you. “does that feel good?” kuroo scissored his fingers inside you, making you whimper, “yes- fuck!” your mouth gaped when he added a third finger, curling them together as he found your spot.

“t-tetsu i’m gonna-” a loud moan emitted from your lips as your juices dripped down from kuroo's fingers, pulling it out of you and licking them clean.

“you taste so good. come here,” he made you straddle his lap before kissing you, making you taste your own. kuroo felt you grind on his hard on, quickly pulling away from your mouth as he laid you down on the bed, hovering on top of you.

he started placing kisses on your stomach down to your inner thighs, biting on it, leaving marks as your breath hitched.

“patience angel, I will give you what you want later, but right now, I want to taste more of you.”

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title: to rebuild a home pairing: kuroo x f! reader genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip! wc: 6.8k m.list

a/n: companion piece to the original love knows not its depth, from kuroo's perspective.

Kuroo Tetsuro is doing alright.

He’s deftly juggling the roles life has handed him. His tenth wedding anniversary is coming up. He’s gotten a nice pair of earrings and a reservation at Tokyo’s hottest omakase for you to celebrate. The girls are doing nicely at school - Aiko’s grades are excellent, and Fumiko’s not gotten into any schoolyard fights unlike Bokuto’s trio of sons. His bosses seem happy with him too, paving the way for him to climb the corporate ladder rung by rung. He’s earned each promotion by burning days in the office, nights in the izakayas schmoozing with his bosses, but it’s worth it, even if it admittedly comes at the expense of being with you and the girls.

It’s a sacrifice he has to make so he can provide you with the fairytale life he’s always promised you. Not that you’ve ever complained about the trade-off.

“She’s the best wife and mom I could’ve asked for”, he tells Kenma, when the former setter asks about you. “I don’t know how she does it.”

Kenma frowns. “You make her sound like a video game character.”

“That’s cos she’s amazing -”

“Kinda sucks that she pretty much has to juggle a full time job and the kids on her own most of the time.”

“She manages perfectly well”, Kuroo enthuses, oblivious to the barb in his friend’s words. “By the time I get home, the girls are in bed, the house is clean, and there’s even a lunch box packed for me each day. She’s a rockstar at work too - should be up for a promotion next financial year.”

“Huh”, Kenma sniffs. “I wonder when she gets a break.”

Kuroo’s too distracted by the round of beers that’s delivered to his table to think deeply about his best friend’s apprehension. When he stumbles through the front door that night, he finds you crouched over the coffee table, frantically typing at your laptop. As expected, the girls are in bed, there’s nothing out of place.

“All good?” he asks you in passing, his mind already filing the tasks on his plate for tomorrow - organising a publicity event jointly held by the JVA and Bouncing Ball Corporation to introduce new national team members, reviewing the proposed budget for this year’s international competitions, popping by the under-19 team to see if there are indeed any promising candidates - he’s already one foot in the bedroom, ready to call it a night.

He doesn’t notice the violets blooming under your eyes.

“Mm.” You don’t look up. “Have a good night.”

Kruoo Tetsuro thinks he’s doing alright.

Bokuto Kotaro, for some reason, doesn’t think so. “Mitsuki said you’re lucky you’re not married to her cos she’ll skin you alive”, he informs him, as if Kuroo shares his love for women capable of chomping his head off in one bite.

Maybe the Bokutos operate on a different metric - because yes, they’re the model of egalitarianism with Mitsuki the high powered general counsel for Kenma’s Bouncing Ball Corporation (based on his referral, he likes to add, cos’ it’s funny to watch Mitsuki growl) and Kotaro the part time coach, full time stay at home dad to his wolfpack of sons, but that doesn’t mean his marriage is on the rocks.

As a child, he was the unwitting witness to his parents’ fights, which culminated in his mother walking out of the door, his father crying over a thick stack of divorce papers. His grandparents took him in, gave him stability and love and comfort but he swore to himself he’s never going to put his daughters through that.

Sure, it’s been a while since you’ve had a night to yourself. The last time he remembers you taking time away from the girls was to go out for dinner with him to celebrate his latest promotion - his conscience stings a little that he can’t remember the last time you’ve taken a break from everything you’ve been doing for him and the girls, but he’ll make it up to you once he has time. You always understand.

Still, just to be sure, he checks in on you again.

“You alright?”, he reaches for your hand, when he climbs into bed that night.

You’re lying in bed. He should find it odd that you’re still awake at this time of the night, staring up at the ceiling as if there’s something to be found there, but he falls asleep in the slow seconds, doesn't hear your response. When he wakes, you’ve already taken the girls to school. He gets himself ready for work, loops his tie around his neck, grabs his briefcase and the bento you’ve so lovingly packed for him, and hops on the train. He runs through his routine like clockwork, but there’s a niggling feeling that he’s missed something important, possibly something to do with you.

Did you say something to him last night?

It doesn’t matter. He makes a mental note to purchase a spa day for you - but that’s promptly forgotten when he’s greeted by a flood of emails and an invitation from his boss to go out for drinks that night.

Kuroo still thinks he’s doing alright.

“You’re lucky”, his boss toasts him. “Your wife doesn’t complain like mine when I go out drinking, even though I tell her I need to do it for work.”

“She’s an angel”, Kuroo replies, quietly bursting with pride. “Never complains.”

“Lucky man”, his boss says. “My wife is such a nag.”

He misses the last train home that night, drops you a text not to wait up and stumbles around Shibuya trying to find a cab. It must be a busy night because by the time he manages to flag down one, it’s three a.m. and his head is pounding from the excess of alcohol and lack of solid food and water. He fumbles with his keys, almost falls through his front door when the lock gives way. “Tadaima”, he says out of habit, too-loudly, before his stomach lurches and he has to make a mad dash for the kitchen sink.

“Tetsuro?”

He wants to respond, but he’s too busy emptying out the contents of his stomach. He shouldn’t have woken you up. He shouldn’t greet you with a mess for you to clean up. He shouldn’t lean so heavily on you that you stagger beneath his weight.

He shouldn’t do all of that yet he does so anyway. You tuck him, a grown man, into bed.

Tomorrow, he’ll apologise. Tomorrow, he’ll make it up to you.

Tomorrow comes. He wakes up.

You’re gone.

Kuroo Tetsuro is not alright.

He’s ashamed to admit that he doesn’t even notice you’ve taken off until it’s way past lunch when your mother drops him a text to ask if he’s picking up the girls or if he intends to leave them with her overnight.

“What d’you mean?” he texts her, confused.

His heart stops when your mother responds to say you dropped off the girls at her place without much of an explanation, an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. You don’t pick up your phones, his calls going straight to voicemail. For the first time in forever, he sheepishly asks his boss for urgent leave from work so he can rush home to figure out what’s going on.

You always take your laptop with you, but it’s sitting at home. He knows it’s an invasion of privacy, but he types in your password (his birthday), and your web browser reveals a booking for a ryokan in Hakone, where the both of you honeymooned almost a decade ago. It’s an hour away by train, far too much time for him to sit and stew in his thoughts. He wonders if you’ve become sick of your life with him, whether you’ve found someone new, and by the time he’s reached the ryokan and charmed the receptionist to let him into your room, he’s teetering on the edge of giving into his frustration, entertaining thoughts about yelling at you for being so goddamned irresponsible, cos how could you just walk out on him and the girls -

Until you walk in, thankfully alone.

It strikes him that it’s the most refreshed he’s seen you look in a very, very long time. Your cheeks are glowing, your eyes sparkle, and there’s a spring in your step that he hasn’t seen since you’ve had the girls.

Still, he can’t help but remain a little peeved. “I’ve been calling you all afternoon”, he informs you. “I was worried.”

He immediately regrets his words as he watches the light die in your eyes.

“Were you?”, you ask, as if you were addressing a stranger. “Really?”

“Of course”, he frowns, slowly getting up to approach you, concerned when you start to sway. “You’re my wife and the mother of our girls, of course I care.”

Laughter spills from your lips, an undercurrent of bitterness and contempt that’s threatening to drag you under before his very eyes. “If you really cared, you’d have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between gasps, your shoulders caving in. “I tried fixing myself with a break, but you can’t even give me that.”

He’s starting to realise that things aren’t alright at all. You flinch when he takes a step towards you, an action which stabs him clean through his heart because he’s your husband, your Tetsuro, your person. Tea, then, a neutral offering that manages to calm you down enough to take a seat, even if you’re still shaking, falling to pieces while laughing, laughing -

“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.”

You take a sip of tea. It’s hot enough to burn you, but you don’t seem to notice.

“I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.”

“Don’t say that”, he snaps, his inner child recoiling because he can’t bear to have his girls go through what he went through, wondering if it was his fault, his very existence that caused his parents to split up. “The girls and I need you -”

You don’t seem to hear him.

“Princess”, he falls back on his pet name for you, rusty from lack of use. “Come back to me.”

You’re unmoved, your eyes unseeing, deaf to his pleas. Sip after sip, you gulp down scalding tea, each action jerky, mechanical. Frozen, in an impenetrable placidness that he can’t read. You’re sitting right in front of him but you’re not really there at all.

“Let’s talk when you’re back home”, he finally says. “Have a good break.”

The immature little boy that still lives in his psyche is still unconvinced that it’s a bad idea to drag you back home with him posthaste, but you asked for a break, and it’s the least he can give to you.

You allow him to roll out your futon for you, to swaddle you in layers of blankets as if that would keep you from falling apart any further. As he kisses your forehead to bid you goodnight and goodbye, he feels the brittleness of your bones, the thinness of your skin beneath his palms and he spends the hour-long train ride home wondering how he managed to look away long enough for you to turn into a shadow of your past self.

He goes straight to your mother’s house to retrieve the girls. As penance, he stands at the front door, head bowed, letting your mother yell at him in front of the neighbours for being a useless husband and an irresponsible father. After all, he deserves every word she flings in his face. He’s just thankful that she doesn’t ream him out in front of the girls.

“Where’s mama?” Fumiko mumbles half asleep into his neck. “Want mama.”

He cradles her closer. “She’ll be home tomorrow”, he tells her, hoping with every fibre of his being that that does not turn out to be a lie. Aiko, older and wiser, just stays quiet, so he forces a smile on his face for her sake.

Kuroo Tetsuro is far from okay.

The strain of the day wears on him and he’s sure there are burning emails in his inbox for him to firefight, but there’s a long list of chores to be done in your absence. The girls’ school bags need to be packed (in the case of five year old Fumiko) or checked (for ten year old Aiko), their uniforms to be laid out, the laundry sorted and folded. He barely gets any sleep before he has to hop out of bed to throw together a cold breakfast of milk and cereal that makes Fumiko burst into tears and Aiko’s face droops. By the time he shuffles his two cranky children out of the house and into their respective schools, he’s late for work.

He meets Bokuto and Kenma for lunch since there’s no lunch bento waiting for him in the fridge, though he regrets the decision to leave the refuge of his work desk for the boardroom of Bouncing Ball Corporation when Mitsuki joins them and, sharp-eyed as ever, sinks her talons into him.

“You look like shit”, she says to him as a greeting.

“Thanks”, he grounds out. The girls demanded he work their hair into the neat braids they insisted you always do, so bedhead would have to do for him today.

“I’ve never seen you without hair gel before”, Bokuto marvels. “You look weird.”

“I had a crap morning, okay”, he snaps, biting the head off the karaage fish in his store bought bento, which he resents for tasting worse than those you usually make for him. “So I’m sorry if I look slightly less than presentable -”

“You look like a man whose wife just left him - “

Mitsuki’s just stepped right on the wound he’s tried to keep hidden, festering and bleeding beneath his skin, so like an animal lashing out when it’s hurt, Kuroo slaps the table with both palms and snarls.

“Don’t - don’t fucking say that, okay? She’s just taking a break. She’ll come home.”

He can’t stand to see the shock and pity on his closest friends’ faces. “She’s coming home today”, he repeats softly, almost to himself, as if he’s little Fumiko in need of reassurance that the person she needs most in the world hasn’t just abandoned her. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Perhaps it’s the maturity that comes with fatherhood, because Bokuto is the first to react. “That’s right, you’re gonna be okay”, he soothes, pulling Kuroo into his seat. “Kenma’s gonna call your boss and tell him that you’re gonna spend the rest of the afternoon here to plan some event - “

“Sponsorship for the Under-19 team, done”, Kenma snaps his phone shut.

“Guys, I’m fine - ”

“Pretending everything’s okay isn’t going to help.”

Kuroo deflates. “Thanks, Kenma.”

Shelving his worthless pride to lay bare the situation he’s found himself in, that by neglecting his duties as a husband and father, he’s forced you to the brink of a mental breakdown, bad enough that you’ve left him - temporarily, he hopes. In the span of a few hours, he’s already found himself at his wit’s end, struggling to handle both the demands of the kids and his job, something that he realises he’s left you to bear, alone.

“But I can’t figure out why she didn’t just tell me she was feeling overwhelmed”, he says, pulling at a fraying thread in his shirt. “I would’ve listened. I would’ve done better.”

“She shouldn’t have to tell you to do your part”, Mitsuki waves away Bokuto’s desperate gesture for her not to kick a man when he’s already down.

“But I didn’t know -”

“Y’know, I really can’t stand men like you. You guys are amazing at work, able to anticipate your bosses’ and clients’ needs. At this point, you don’t even need to be told by your bosses to jump, you don’t even ask your clients ‘how high’ - yet, for some reason, you manage to turn off your brain the minute you walk in through the front door at home.”

“Maybe I should ask her for a list of things I can help her with -”

Bokuto claps his hand over Mitsuki’s mouth. “Ehhh..you might not wanna finish your sentence or Mitsuki might really bite your head off.”

Kuroo winces, snapping his mouth shut.

“Maybe you can think of it in a different way”, Bokuto says. “Instead of ‘helping’ her - cos that’s just placing the mental burden on her - at least, I think that’s the term Mitsuki-chan used when she explained it to me -” the affronted lawyer nods begrudgingly, and beaming, he continues - “you gotta do your half of the work!”

“Level up”, Kenma provides, rather unhelpfully.

“Open your eyes and use your brain”, Mitsuki says bluntly, rolling her eyes, though her tone is less sharp.

“Where do I start?” Kuroo asks.

Step one.

He picks the girls up from his mother in law’s place, bears with the lecture that’s awaiting him, and sheepishly asks them what their mama usually feeds them for dinner and breakfast, making a mental note of it. Tonight, he’ll cheat by feeding them gyudon at Sukiya, but he drops by the supermarket to procure the ingredients he needs for tomorrow’s breakfast and a bouquet of pink roses, even though he knows it’s probably too little, too late. He counts himself lucky that Fumiko loves bathtime, only needing supervision to wash and dry her hair, and Aiko’s responsible enough to work through her homework without prompting, but he’s still exhausted by the time they both head to bed.

His job doesn’t end there. Running through the checklist Mitsuki begrudgingly allowed Bokuto to give him, he surveys the apartment, comparing it against the mental image of how everything was before you left it. Toys scattered, to be put back in place. Dust on floor, to be vacuumed up. A heap of laundry in the basket, to be hung, dried, ironed.

Just as he finishes all these tasks, the front door swing opens.

“Tadaima”, you call out, voice hushed.

He nearly trips over his feet in his haste to relieve you of your luggage, usher you into a seat by the kitchen counter. “Okaerie”, he breathes,

“The girls?” you ask.

He’ll buy Bokuto lunch next time. “I picked them up from your mom”, he responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed.”

You peek into their rooms nonetheless. “Thanks”, you say, heading next to the fridge. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.”

That’s the last thing on his mind. Besides, his sin is being a neglectful husband, not a miser. “It’s fine, I’ll cover it”, he scratches his head, embarrassed that you’re even bringing it up. “I should’ve realised you needed a break.”

That makes you frown, but you accept anyway. He watches you stack bread, eggs, ham, cheese, and it strikes him that you’re already worrying about the girls’ breakfast when you look as if you haven’t even had your own dinner.

“You haven’t had dinner?” he asks.

You reply carelessly that you’ve had a bento on the train back. You don’t even bother to look at him.

“I’ll take the girls in the mornings from now”, he tells you. “Sleep in and take a break.”

That gets your attention.

“Really?”

He plasters a confident smirk on his face to reassure you that he’s got it all in hand.

“Oh”, you’re adorable when you’re confused, but he hates that he’s given you reason to doubt him. “Wake me up if you need my help?”

“I won’t”, he promises.

It’s time for him to level up.

Step two.

He’s not going to lie to himself that he finds it difficult to do even half of what you used to do. Taking over the responsibility of wrangling the girls out of bed and into school, coming home early enough for dinner with you, that requires him to have hard conversations with his boss about not being able to go out for drinks or come in early anymore which probably hurts his chances for his next promotion, forces him to give up an hour or two of sleep, but it’s worth it if it allows you to heal.

“Don’t expect a gold star for your efforts”, Mitsuki warned him. “It’s just what you should’ve been doing before, so it’s time for you to go above and beyond.”

He takes her words to heart. You deserve to go to work well-rested, to wind down at night with a hot bath. He’ll buy a robot vacuum and pour over its manual that’s thicker than a textbook, do laundry loads while hopping on and off conference calls, wrestle the iron to press down his own shirts.

You seem baffled by the sudden shift in the winds, but he just pretends everything is normal. Business as usual. Things are just as they should’ve been.

In his next push to right his wrongs, he organises a Saturday dinner date with you. The girls are packed off with your mother, he makes the reservation, books the cab, compliments your dress. He asks you about your work (tiring), your boss (a micro-manager), the books you’ve read recently (nada, zilch). In the uphill battle to keep the conversation from being stilted, he makes a fatal mistake.

“We can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.”

In his mind, that was a reasonable suggestion to make since you seem to hate your job and boss with a fiery passion. But you stare at him wide-eyed, your initial confusion hardening into anger.

“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls?”

You don’t give him a chance to backpedal, shooting a sarcastic apology for being selfish enough to refuse to be reliant on him, so he just slumps back in his chair in defeat.

“I just want you to be happy”, he murmurs. “Forget I ever said that.”

Step three.

To figure out step three, he schedules an emergency lunch meeting on Monday. The troops convene in Kenma’s boardroom to listen to his sorry tale with Mitsuki in charge of the post–battle analysis.

“And remind me again, where did you two meet?”

His face lights up at the memory of his first meeting with you. “Finance 102”, he replies. “We used to be academic rivals turned teammates after I convinced her I was smart enough for her to work with on projects.”

“What made you fall in love with her?”

“As much as I hate it, I have to admit she’s probably smarter than me”, he says, though the fond smile that creeps onto his face betrays the fact that he loves that about you. “She’s just - her, she’s headstrong and funny. Did I tell you how she tried to stab me with her fork when I stole food off her plate -”

“Only a million times”, Kenma interjects.

“She’s always been independent and ambitious, with big dreams and an even bigger heart.”

“Well”, Mitsuki says, adopting the mildest tone she’s used on him this month. “Does that sound like a woman who’d choose to stay home and depend on her husband? Not that there’s anything wrong with being a stay-at-home parent - Koutaro makes my career possible, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have him as my husband.”

“Babyyyyy.” Bokuto bawls, looking at MItsuki as if she hangs the moon in the sky.

Gross. Kenma seems to agree. “Let’s get back to Kuroo’s failing marriage”,

“So I shouldn’t bring up the suggestion that she quit her job again?”

His three person council shake their heads in unison. “Just keep what you’re doing”, Bokuto pipes up. “Sounds like you’re already doing the right things! Just gotta keep making sure she’s not holding up the sky herself.”

He can do that.

“And maybe talk to her?”, Kenma offers.

That’s the suggestion that he wants to dismiss right off the bat because he’s too much of a coward to even face the possibility that you might leave him. He doesn’t want to become his dad so he resolves to keep his head down and continue pushing ahead with his efforts to prove to you that he can be the husband you deserve, so you won’t wake up one day and decide to walk out on him again.

But his subconscious fears force his nightmares into overdrive. Dreams of packed bags and stacks of divorce papers makes him yelp loud enough for you to roll over and shake him awake. He’s a terrible husband for disturbing your sleep, but in his sleep-dazed state of confusion he just sinks back into the pillow, exhaling a sigh of relief.

“Thank the gods you haven’t left.”

“Why would I leave?”, you mumble, turning away again. “It’s my home, isn’t it.”

He sits up, rubs the nightmares away from his eyes. “I was afraid you left me.”

The silence nearly suffocates him. The sudden need to know exactly where you stand eats away at him and he crawls towards you. “Are you going to leave me”, he asks, praying to all the gods in the universe that you’ll reassure him otherwise.

His heart breaks anew when he hears a small sob, buried in the bedclothes. “I don’t know, Tetsuro”, you finally say. “I’m tired of being alone in a marriage when it’s supposed to be us working together.”

“I’m sorry.” There’s nothing much he can say.

A broken whisper. “I’m tired”, you exhale. “I think I deserve better.”

“I’ll make it better”, he promises.

He will. He will.

Kuroo Tetsuro is trying his best.

He takes a cooking class on the weekends to learn how to prepare bento boxes that are nutritious and easy on the wallet. He takes over the ferrying of Fumiko to her swimming lessons, work on Aiko’s art projects with her. He hires a part time cleaner to pick up the deep cleaning, so you and he have time to take the girls out on weekend outings instead of spending all day on a week’s worth of cumulated chores. A dishwasher appears in the house. He makes it a game for he and the girls to load and unload dishware each night.

“There’s a networking wine night for finance next Wednesday”, he tells you casually. “I’ll make sure to be home so you can go, if you want.”

You goggle at him.

“Go schmooze so the world knows you’re as amazing as I know you are.”

You trust him enough to leave the girls behind in his care and go. He counts that as a win.

Some nights he still can’t get home in time for dinner, but he always makes sure he’s home in time for a bedtime story and a goodnight kiss. Aiko avers that at the grand old age of ten, she doesn’t need her papa to tuck her to bed anymore, but she sidles into Fumiko’s room everynight and sits in the corner of her little sister’s bed as the littler girl listens to his tall tales.

“I met a princess when I was eighteen”, he says with a grin when he notices you listening in. “Instead of a crown, she armed herself with a fork, ready to cut down anyone who’d cross her.”

His heart skips a beat when he hears your voice from the doorway. “Don’t be dramatic”, you interrupt, a small smile growing on your face. “You were trying to steal my food and didn’t stop ‘til I stabbed you.”

Fumiko huffs, unhappy that her story’s being interrupted, but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from you. “You left it on the table, princess. I consider that fair game.”

“Let ‘to-san tell the story, ka’san.” Aiko grumbles.

He savours your laughter. It tastes better than the finest wine.

“I can’t believe I have to fly all the way to Italy just to meet Kageyama-kun”, he huffs. “At least Hinata is meeting us there, I’ll revolt if I had to go up to Brazil as well.”

“You know it can’t be helped”, you reply. “The promotional activities planned need your presence, and it’s only for a week.”

“Will you be okay when I’m gone?”

His fears melt away when you hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.”

His little monsters, realising that he’s about to leave, decide to launch a synchronised attack on him. Aiko throws herself at him in a bear hug. Fumiko yanks at his sleeve demanding a thousand kisses.

“Yes, well. I’ll be home soon. Please wait for me” he says to you when the girls finally release him. The expression on your face is unreadable, but you don’t pull away when he takes the liberty of taking your hand in his.

He feels your heartbeat accelerates. You glance up at him, almost shy. “I’ll see you soon.”

He’s so tempted to call his boss and pretend that he’s too ill to get on that damned flight, but he’s pretty sure that would get him fired. Instead, he calls you and the girls every day, and brings home a luggage full of presents for all of you.

When he’s home, he celebrates by putting on the frilliest pink apron he’s ever seen (courtesy of Yaku, who sent it to him all the way from Moscow as a joke) and throwing an elaborate takoyaki party, replete with customised toppings - octopus, cheese and shrimp, which the girls enjoyed even if he burnt the first batch and had to call Fukunaga frantically for tips to rescue the rest. It turns out to be such a success that he makes it a weekly event. Okonomiyaki is next, which he flips with expert confidence on a hot plate to the applause of you and the girls.

“Itadakimasu”, you clap your hands together. “It tastes good.”

He nearly melts into his pan. “Thank you”, he replies. “It means a lot, coming from you.”

His nights are still plagued by nightmares.

Things are better with you, he likes to think. The violets beneath your eyes are replaced by roses in your cheeks. He hears you humming about the house again. You pick up reading again, the shelves in the house start to groan under the weight of books belonging to the girls and you. You’re as eager as the girls to go on the next adventure, whether it be a summer night out in the park with sparklers, or a nerf gun battle at home on rainy days.

Still, he doesn’t know for sure what he’s doing is enough for you and he’s too much of a coward to check. So he’ll wake up almost every night, fumble in the dark just to make sure you’re there.

You’re there, until you aren’t.

It’s three in the morning. The space beside him is cold and empty.

He throws off the blankets, trips on his bed slippers. He crashes through into the living room and oh, there you are - sitting at the dining table, typing furiously at your laptop while mouthing off to yourself about the ridiculous demands your client makes.

“What’s wrong?” you frown.

He walks towards you, trying to discern that you’re real, you’re there, not some trick of the light..

“You’re - you’re still here.”

You nod slowly, eyeing him strangely. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed.”

He exhales, tries to force his trembling heart back into his chest. He thinks he’s doing a good job trying to act nonchalant, smoothing back his frazzled mane of hair, but you see right through him as you always do.

“Tetsuro”, you say slowly. “Is everything alright?

The truth tumbles out of his mouth. “I thought you were gone.”

Then he hangs his head, looks at his feet, afraid that he’ll only see rejection in your eyes. He’s a pathetic failure of a husband who has a decade’s worth of sins to make up for, and there’s no justification for him to selfishly to seek your absolution.

It comes anyway, in the form of soft hands pulling him forward.

“I’m here”, you say, pulling him into your embrace, letting him rest his heavy head in your lap.

He doesn’t allow himself to sink into your warmth. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?”

“Yes”, he hears you say. The tension he’s been carrying around these few months lifts. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do. You don’t have to work yourself to death - that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired -”

He shakes his head at your suggestion. He’s got a long way yet before he earns any reprieve.

“Tetsuro -”

He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his.

“Promise you won’t leave me”, he pleads. “I know you’ve had to carry what must’ve felt like the weight of the entire world on your own, and I don’t have any excuse for that.”

“You don’t”, you agree.

He accepts the blow but he takes comfort that you don’t pull away. “I know that now. I know now how fucking hard it was to do it all alone.”

“It was hard. It was so, so hard, Tetsuro. I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was functioning, I haven’t been for a while. For a long, long while.”

“I’m sorry”, his voice cracks.

“I know.” You cup his face in your hands, offers him comfort he doesn’t deserve. “That’s a chapter of our marriage that’s past, that can’t be unwritten. But the past few months have been different. You’ve shown me that you’ve changed.”

The first glimmer of sunlight after a long, dark winter. Hope blooms with your smile.

“I think”, you say. “I think we can make this work again.”

He stares at you, dumbstruck. Then the fact that you’re giving him another chance dawns upon him, and he crashes forward to rest his head on your shoulder, unashamed to cry tears of relief.

“Thank you”, he exhales brokenly. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”

You press a kiss to his forehead, curl up trustingly in his arms. “Don’t thank me”, you laugh. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.”

He drinks up each drop of your affection, falls asleep in the cradle of your arms.

“Is this what flirting is like?”

He wakes up to Aiko’s impertinent question, her hands on hips looking distinctly unimpressed at finding her parents asleep on the sofa, entwined together.

“Who taught you that word?” Kuroo asks, aghast that his ten year old daughter even recognises the existence of the opposite gender.

Aiko sticks her tongue at him, and he’s too distracted by Fumiko taking a flying leap onto the sofa with them, chattering a thousand miles an hour about what’s for breakfast and whether they can go to the zoo this afternoon - though he pins his suspicions on Bokuto’s trio of sons.

“Monsters”, he says. “Can’t even give your to-san a break to snuggle up to your pretty ka’san.”

The girls shriek in dismay - Aiko, at being a witness to further gross displays of affection between her parents, Fumiko, at being called a monster despite being a self-proclaimed princess. You prod at the soft flesh between his ribs.

“Don’t be mean”, you admonish him.

He sniffs, taking the chance to draw you closer. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.”

You snort, swatting at him. “You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine.”

The girls giggle, but he protests.

“Full of nonsense”, you tease, but you kiss him, again and again and again.

Things settle into a steady, sustainable pace.

You refuse to allow him to bear the weight of the household on his back alone. There are frank conversations to be had about what each of you can realistically handle without burning out. He leads the charge in the mornings, whipping up breakfast with the aid of his two sous chefs, building an expertise in braiding and french twists that could possibly allow him to moonlight as a hairstylist. You, on the other hand, take charge of evening pick-ups, cooking dinners, supervising homework and art projects until he comes home and tags you out.

Chores are evenly split. He doesn’t allow you to assume the mental load of organising the household by yourself. “We both have a degree in business management”, he likes to remind you, because he now knows that remembering to run errands, scheduling appointments - all of this is work too.

You force him to take breaks. If you get to relax with your friends, so should he. “If you get too stressed, you’ll lose your hair and we can’t have that.” He yelps when he imagines himself bald and obediently complies when you call Kenma up, talk him into getting him and Bokuto and Akaashi (when he’s feeling less morose about his singlehood) to go for a round of pick up volleyball. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself”, you note wryly when he returns home crowing about how he stuffed an Olympic player with a kill block.

“I did”, he replies, catching your hips to pull you in, cheekily ignoring your complaints that he’s sweaty. “But I enjoy coming home to you even more.”

“Gross”, you grumble, but you seem content to remain in his arms.

It’s another small moment he treasures. Life, he learns, is made of moments, both big and small. He’d made the mistake of only focusing on the big ones - graduation, playing at nationals, the day he was lucky enough to marry you, each of his daughter’s birthdays. Now, though, he cherishes each moment, each second he has with you and the girls, no matter how little, no matter how small.

He likes to come into the bathroom each night, leaning his elbow on the edge of the bathtub as you chat to him about your day, luxuriating in the bath he drew for you. You and he take turns to complain about life’s inconveniences as you clear emails once the girls have gone off to bed- colleagues who shirk their work, bosses who nitpick overmuch, washing everything down with steaming cups of herbal tea.

“Are you happy?”, he asks you, night after night.

“Mm”, you say with an impish grin. “I’d be happier if you let me put my toes on your calves.”

“They’re freezing”, he groans but scoots over anyway. “Better?”

“Much better”, you hum, content. “Life is good.”

He’s not remiss in planning the big moments too.

A year passes quickly to your wedding anniversary. He packs your suitcase, books the train tickets and whisks you back to the ryokan in Hakone, though this time he upgrades you both to their largest suite. “I feel like a princess!” you exclaim, twirling about the room.

Your happiness is worth every yen he spent.

You spend the day strolling down avenues lined with cherry blossoms, Mount Fuji looming in the backdrop, the evening exchanging heated kisses in the private onsen he booked. You’re older now, with laughter lines creased into your forehead, grey streaks in your hair, but you’re still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago.

“And you couldn’t wait ‘til we got back to our room?” you smack him.

He also loves how there’s fire burning bright in your eyes, the way it always used to. “You kissed me first!”

“You kissed me second!”

“I don’t hear you complaining”, he cackles.

You try to shush him, to no avail, as he draws the attention of everyone around him.

“What a happy couple”, an obaa-san remarks out loud. “They must be newlyweds.”

Well, she’s not wrong. You’re as radiant as you were fifteen years ago, his spring bride, but he’s an old man doddering on, hopefully with his edges sanded off with time. “Just your regular old, married couple”, he chortles when you’re safely back in the room.

“A happily married couple”, you reply, serenely sipping your tea. “That obaa-san definitely got that part right.”

There’s a lump in his throat that he can’t swallow. “Are you happy?” he manages to ask anyway.

“With you?” Your smile is warm, bright. Always.”

Both of you are doing alright.

a/n: it's been a while, hasn't it. i've been alright - how are you guys doing?

#kuroo x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff

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saigethearies · 6 months

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saige’s terrortober presents…

future

seeing how good tetsuro is with kids has you wanting him to put one in you.

camp counselor!tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader

contents/warnings: breeding, unprotected doggystyle, vaginal fingering, kitten and mama petnames, mentions of marriage and babymaking, no pregnancy reader is on birth control, reader and kuroo are in college and work at a camp

wc: 1.4k

18+ MINORS DNI

the crisp fall air felt even more refreshing at night. the changing colors surrounded the camp in pretty hues of orange and red, matching the warm flames crackling away in the middle of the circle. storytimes are firepit were always a hit during the fall season, when the camp operated more as a babysitting service for couples on a date night rather than the usual summer sleepaway. it was honestly nice, allowing you to keep your counselor job into the start of the semester without having to work as many hours so you had time for your coursework.

the convenience wasn’t the only thing you loved, though.

“the group inched closer to the closet, flashlights held tight in their hands as they crept through the dark,” kuroo narrated, voice projecting so every kid listening in could hear.

you smiled at the way your boyfriend had them all on the edge of their seat, everyone’s undivided attention on the rooster head as he told his tale. he knew exactly when to pause for dramatic effect or when to emphasize a certain point. it was honestly impressive how great of a storyteller he was.

“they finally reached the door, turning the knob slowly and opening the door with a loud creak only to find…a report card! full of f’s!”

the kids all laughed, seemingly amused with the funny twist kuroo chose to end his story with. he didn’t want to send the kids back to their homes too scared, now. you chuckled along with them, heart feeling all warm watching the way he interacted with the children.

in your three years of dating, it was not lost on you how naturally amazing kuroo was with kids. he always treated them with the same kindness and respect he would give an adult, and you could see the content smile that would come onto his face whenever a youngster would engage in conversation with him.

not only was it precious, but it was honestly attractive. you were nearing the end of your college years, graduation on the horizon, and he’d already brought up the m word multiple times- not to mention you caught him studying the sizes of your rings that one time. while you told him not to rush anything, you knew he was the one you were going to marry. not only that, but this was the man that would most likely be fathering your children, and every time you saw him bring a smile to a kid’s face, it just reminded you of how amazing of a dad he was going to be.

and that made you want him so much.

knowing that he would take such good care of you and your potential babies drove you up the wall, wishing you could skip to your white picket fence era despite telling him that the two of you were young and didn’t need to be in a hurry.

kuroo caught you staring at him from across the firepit and sent you his signature grin, and you had to resist the urge to press your thighs together, knowing that this wasn’t the place.

the thoughts were still shuffling around in your mind when kuroo drove the two of you back to his apartment later, shift finally over now that all of the children had been picked up by their guardians. visions were dancing across your brain of him gently rocking a little baby, giving piggyback rides to a toddler, teaching a child how to spike a volleyball.

your boyfriend had noticed you were much more quiet than usual but chose not to question it. he figured you would talk once the two of you got home.

the elevator trip once you arrived was silent, and kuroo was starting to worry that there really was something bothering you.

so imagine his surprise when your lips were crashing against his the second he locked his front door, smaller hands gripping his shoulder and pulling him down to your height. his eyes went a little wide in surprise before he closed them and melted into the kiss, never one to look a gift horse in the face.

you pulled away to gasp for air and he grinned, bringing a thumb up to press against your bottom lip.

“what’s gotten into you, kitten?”

nothing could prepare him for what you said next, your eyes glassy and breath labored.

“wanna have a baby with you.”

now wasn’t the time, both of you knew that, and it was mainly just the lust talking at the moment. however, the idea still filled both of you with a sense of excitement and adrenaline. you were on birth control, but a little practice for the real deal in the future couldn’t hurt, right?

you felt his large hands snake under your t-shirt, forehead coming to rest against yours.

“is that right? my pretty girl wants to become a mommy?”

you nodded. “wanna make you a daddy.”

he hummed at that, beginning to kiss you once more as he backed you towards his bedroom, tugging both of your shirts off in the process. each of you were shedding your clothes, nude as can be by the time you reached the bed.

kuroo gave you one final kiss before commanding you to get on the bed.

“all fours.”

you did as you were told, keeping your ass towards him and arching the way he liked. you heard him step towards you and almost cried when you felt his fingers teasing at your entrance.

he slowly pumped his index and middle in and out of you, amazed at how wet your cunt already was. how long had you been wanting this?

not in the mood to waste time, you craned your neck to look at him, a desperate look in your eyes.

“inside, tetsu! want you inside now!”

he normally would refuse, insisting on prepping you. but tonight you had asked for a baby. you asked for a baby as if you knew about the endless dreams and fantasies in his head of you with a sweet little bump on your belly.

he’d give into your plea to forego foreplay tonight, but only this once. only because you managed to hit him where it really hurts.

the moan that tore from your throat as he split you open was the neediest he’d ever heard, and he wasted no time in starting to cant his hips as deep as possible. you were mewling, trying to push back to meet his thrusts each time, the want to be filed fogging your mind.

“so good! so good!”

you felt his hand between your shoulder blades, pressing down to arch your back even more. he groaned as he started to hit even further down in your walls, as if he was trying to get as close to your cervix as he could.

“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me.”

he didn’t think he’d ever felt your pussy grip him this tight. you were going to milk him for everything he was worth, and he honestly couldn’t wait.

you felt him lean over you, his chest against your back as his hot breath fanned against your ear.

“gonna be the prettiest mama ever. can’t wait to see how beautiful you look carrying my baby.”

you whined at his words.

“baby! want your baby, tetsu! want it so bad!”

“fuck.”

your cries had him pistoning into you even faster, so ready to give into your pleas and grant you your wish. maybe not today, but someday.

the coil in his stomach had grown so taught, and from the way your thighs were shaking, he knew yours had, too. he brought his thumb to your clit, knowing it would be the last shove you needed to tumble over the edge with him.

“where do you want it, kitten?”

he already knew the answer.

“inside! inside inside inside, please!”

one last rub at your sensitive nub had the wave of pleasure crashing over you, your orgasm sending kuroo into his own as he spilled his cum deep into your cunt. you’d never felt so full in your life.

you slumped against the bed, boneless. you heard kuroo chuckle behind you and felt a kiss pressed to the crown of your head.

“come on, mama,” kuroo said. “don’t go tapping out on me just yet.”

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emmyrosee · 7 months

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Bestie I’m begging on my hands and knees… please a crumb of kuroo and his twin baby girls 😭😭😭😭. You had me at “and were all gonna marry uncle kei” 😂🙋🏻‍♀️😂😂

Grocery store trips try so hard to be easy, but they tend to never be.

Between two twins in cart, your eldest 34 year old child riling up at every turn, you never seem to find the ability to have a normal trip to the market.

Today, however, there’s no big explosions of laughter, no fighting between the sisters, no crashes behind you as he pushes the cart, and it’s just. Nice, to have a normal day for once.

But then the car ride starts. And it all comes crashing down, your jaw slacking once you hear it.

“What do you want for lunch, girlies?”

“Whatever you want, Tetsu!” Comes Hanako’s response.

A massive foot slams hard on the brakes, making the car lurch forward and a gasp to come flying out of you. There’s a scream followed by a string of giggles from your conspiring twins.

Tetsuro pulls over. Then, he puts his hazards on, unbuckles, and turns in his seat to face them both. “What did you call me?”

“Tetsu!” Hanako chirps, and Hanae squeals next to her sister.

Tetsuro takes a deep breath in to calm himself down, only pausing to glare at you as he finally hears you stifling laughter. He scrubs a massive hand down his face, “Kuroo Hanako and Kuroo Hanae. That is not my name.”

“Yuh-huh!” Hanae argues. “It what momma and Uncle Kou call you.”

“When was the last time we saw Uncle Kou, and- you know what, not important.” Next to him, you finally let out an official burst of laughter, leaving Tetsuro to fight for himself. “I’m daddy, to you both. You’re aware of that, yes?”

“No!” They chirp in unison.

Tetsuro feels the vein in his head throb, you next to him being absolutely no help. “Girls, enough. I’m daddy. You don’t call me Tetsu.”

“What about tetsuro?” Hanae asks, and Hanako squeals in amusement next to her.

“Hanae, thin ice,” he says, and finally, you step in to help him.

“Girls,” you sigh in amusement. “Daddy doesn’t like it when you call him that. We know to respect daddy and his preferred name, don’t we?”

“Yes mumma!” The twins chirp in unison.

“Good; now what do you say when you accidentally use someone’s wrong name?”

“We’re sorry, daddy!” Hanae says quickly.

“Yeah,” Hanako continued. “We was just playing!”

Tetsuro takes an inhale through his nose and nods in agreement, “apology accepted, lovey girls,” he says, standing up to slip back into the drivers seat.

The ride starts back up in comfortable silence, engine roaring back to life as he continues to drive.

“But you know that I am going to get you both later, yes?” He threatens.

In the backseat, your two girls gasp and scream in anticipation, calling half hearted apologies to their dad up in the front. You snicker and move one of your hands to rest on his thigh lovingly, and he laces it with one of his own from the wheel.

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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“KISS ME MORE!” pt. 2

⇢ sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotaro, miya osamu, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

⇢ part 1

synopsis: the one in which you ask him to please kiss you more

ʚɞ SAKUSA Kiyoomi | collapses next to you on the sofa after a long day at practice. Your fingers weave through his curls, hands gently massaging his scalp as he melts into your touch. He peeks up at you tiredly, “thank you, my love. what can I ever do to repay your kindness?” He smiles gently, a rhetorical question that expected no answer. So imagine the surprise on his face when you responded with a “well, you could kiss me more...” He looks at you and sees the seriousness in your eyes. Your husband laughs, suddenly reenergized. He pats his laps invitingly, which you gladly accepted. “are you comfortable?” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours. “mmhm.” His fingers playfully tugs at the hem of your shirt, “you’re a little brat you know that?” “your little brat.” “mmhm.”

ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | is the happiest man when you ask him for a favor like this. “Baby Ko!” You open your arms wide as he happily jumps into them. “Baby y/n!” He mimics you, “how’s my pretty wife doing?” You press a light kiss on his nose, “better now that you’re here.” He hums happily, strong arms engulfing you as he wraps himself around your waist and pulls you in close to him. “what are you thinking about?” “about how you should kiss me more.” Bokuto snaps his head up to look at you, a shock look in his eyes before breaking out into a goofy smile. “oh?” He raises a brow before kissing you on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, then finally your lips. He giggles as you giggle. “more!” “alright, another round of kisses for my princess!”

ʚɞ MIYA Osamu | You watch as your husband wipe down the kitchen counter and prepped the ingredients needed for the restaurant tomorrow. He smiles as he feels your stares, “'m almost done, princess and then we can do whatever ya want, sound good?” You walk over gleefully and wrap your arms around him, peeking up to look at him. “anything I want?” Samu nods, smiling down at you. “what if I want you to kiss me more?” Osamu doesn’t answer, but you suddenly find yourself spun around, your back gently hitting the counter as his face inches closer to yours before pressing a light kiss on your lips. “well I did say anything ya want. Yer wish is my command.”

ʚɞ KOZUME Kenma | “kenma!” “yes?” He sets down his cup of coffee and looks up at you as you stand before him, arms crossed. “What flavor is your coffee?” Kenma looks down at the cup before looking up at you, confused. “what do you mean? its coffee? um...vanilla I guess. It’s just the one you got yesterday.” “can I have a taste?” He lifts up his cup to you invitingly but you shake your head. “why don’t you show me the flavor another way?” you winked suggestively. Kenma blushes a deep shade of red but nonetheless opens his arms invitingly as you sink down onto the sofa. “you’re very creative...” he whispers just before leaning in. “did you get a good taste?” You giggle and shake your head no. He sighs playfully, “looks like I have no choice but to kiss you again.” yes please!

ʚɞ KUROO Tetsuro | stands up to stretch, holding out his hand to you. You look at his invitation before looking away. Your husband looks down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “what’s wrong, pretty face?” “it’s just...” another sigh as you begin to quote Doja Cat, “we hug. And yes, we make love. Then we always just say good night.” Kuroo sits back down, ready to entertain your antics. He’s absolutely aware you’re quoting Doja cat, after all, this song has been on replay for you this entire week. “oh yeah? and you don’t like that?” He inquires. “no I do but...” He grabs your chin, tilting you up to look at him. “but you want me to kiss you more?” Before you could respond, Kuroo presses his lips into yours before pulling away, leaving you slightly dazed. You pout as he laughs, “what? you want more? okay, I'll kiss you more any time, y/n.��

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mik0rin · 2 months

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are we still friends? status: yes, but only friends...

kuroo tetsuro x black fem reader genre: college au, smut, childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers warnings: cussing, men hitting on you, alcohol consumption, NSFW 18+ MDNI, there's a plot, slight begging, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), kuroo is like a soft dom (?), penetration, overstimulation, whiny kuroo, praise, slight size kink, good girl/angel/pretty girl is used word count: 5,388

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Condensation drips onto the table and the sound of other’s conversation carries into your booth. You sip on your drink, half-listening to the conversation of three men at your table.

“Are you single, y/n?”

“Why?” You tilt your head, a flirty smile on your face, “Are you finally gonna confess your love to me, Kotaro?”

“Actually, he has a crush right now.” Akaashi chimes in.

Your spine instantly straightens and your eyes narrow in on him. Bokuto refuses to look at anyone, instead, he turns his head to the side and you get a good view of his ears which are now flaming a bright red.

“Who?” Both you and Kuroo question.

“A figure skater that practices in the rink below their gym.”

“Akaashi….” Bokuto whines.

“You have to show me a picture.”

Akaashi mouths a “later” and you nod in understanding.

The pro-athlete clears his throat, “Moving on, are you single or not?”

“Of course she’s single,” Kuroo answers for you.

You glare at him, “You’re acting like I didn’t have a boyfriend two months ago.”

Tetsuro snorts, “That loser?”

His tone is one you’re familiar with, it’s how he says something without actually saying it.

“I just feel like you’re trying to say I'm a loser by association.”

“Why would I go through all that trouble? If I wanted to call you a loser, I would just call you one, loser.”

You flick him in the forehead and the boy lets out a high-pitched “ow” and you turn your attention back to your other friend.

“I am Taro, but why?”

“Atsumu likes you and won’t stop begging me to set you guys up.”

You’ve met Atsumu on several occasions and you get along with him well enough, but you only ever saw him as Kotaro’s teammate. When you were around him, you couldn’t fathom having anything other than platonic feelings for him and if you were being honest: sometimes he gave you a headache.

“Oh. Then I’m not single.”

The three boys erupt into loud laughter and you wait for them to calm down before continuing.

“He’s incredibly fine, don't get me wrong, but Atsumu is so….”

“Atsumu.” Everyone fills in the blank, knowing smiles on their faces.

“Yeah, exactly. Whoever ends up dealing with that personality of his, bless their heart.”

The conversation shifts from love interests to something else, and a small smile bends your lips. You were so happy that you could hang out like this again; that you and Kuroo are back to what you used to be and you’ll make sure it never ends up any different.

The talking dies down a bit, everyone's focus is on the food in front of them, that’s until Bokuto and Akaashi share a look before leaning towards you.

“We want to know more about your ex-boyfriend.”

Men are so incredibly nosy and will never admit it.

“There’s nothing to really say. We were together and now we’re not.” You shrug.

Kuroo waves around his skewer like a gavel, “I never liked him.”

You roll your eyes, “You never like anyone I date.”

“They aren’t likable people.”

“But I like them?”

“And there’s something wrong with you, I keep telling you.” He puts a hand on your shoulder in fake pity, and you slap it off.

Akaashi sighs, knowing that the two of you will be at this back and forth for a while.

You point at yourself, “Something wrong with me?” and then you poke him in the chest “Yet I’m not the one who is perpetually single or when I do date, I don’t get dumped.”

Bokuto laughs and Kuroo shoots him a hard look. Since high school, everyone has quickly learned that trying to argue with you was futile, but Kuroo was the only one who could kind of keep up with you.

Kotaro’s eyes light up and he first points at you, “If Tetsuro doesn’t like anyone you date,” he then uses his other hand to point to the boy next to you “and you always get dumped.”

“Hey!”

“Why don’t you date each other?” Bokuto looks so pleased with himself like he found the answer to everything wrong in the world. But you two? You almost knock a drink over in shock and Kuroo chokes on the piece of chicken he’s chewing on.

“Excuse me?” You say, incredulously. You really cannot believe your ears, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve heard this before, but it is surprising to hear it from someone that you were both close with.

Keiji’s eyes widen a fraction and he looks at the two of you in slight disbelief, “Wait, the thought has never crossed your minds?”

You look at each other, mutual agreement in your eyes as you both shake your heads and go, “No.”

“Tetsuu has always been just my best friend.” You add.

The man’s voice is a bit hoarse due to his previous choking spell, but he coughs out a “Yeah, same.”

The blue-eyed man raises an eyebrow at you, “You’ve never had feelings for each other?”

You put a hand over your heart, “I haven’t. As for Testuu…. I don’t know, we all know he’s weak to a pretty girl. Poor thing is so easily swayed.”

Kuroo crosses his arms over his chest, “And who told you were pretty?”

“Your father.”

This descends into another argument between the two of you; and Bokuto counts the amount of times Kuroo makes an indication he’s offended and Akaashi counts how many times you tell him to “Shut up talking to me.” It’s a little game the two of them play when they know they can't stop you from verbally attacking each other. You finally calm down and dismiss Tetsuro with a “Whatever, don’t talk to me.”

“Are you guys coming to my friend’s pre-grad party? It’s next next Friday.”

Akasshi and Bokuto look at you with sorry expressions, telling you that they have important tests or a game that weekend. Your lips start to fall into a pout and your eyes begin to widen, and they immediately look away because they’ll crack at your puppy-dog expression and you weaponize it so well.

Kuroo raises his hand, “I’m going.”

“Well, you’re not important.” You wave him off.

“Oh, really? Have fun going by yourself.”

Your arms wrap around him and he tries to escape, “You know I love you the most. I was just playing.”

The music is so loud you can feel the bass in your bones. You readjust your mini skirt and touch up your lipgloss before the door swings open and Mika pulls you into a tight hug. The words exchanged between you two are so fast, and Kuroo can only catch a few compliments on each other’s outfits and asking if that person is here. You turn to the man next to you and introduce him, explaining that Mika was your best friend in Osaka and you’re so excited that you finally get to meet each other.

The three of you talk a little bit more before you send Kuroo to the kitchen to grab drinks. Your curly-haired friend instantly hooks her arm with yours and looks at you with a proud smile.

“This is the best-looking boyfriend you’ve had,” She tells you.

“What?”

Mika lists the attributes she thinks are working in Kuroo’s favor, “He’s tall, has a nice voice, and knows how to listen.”

You wave your hands and shake your head, “Mika, wait. He’s my best friend.”

“Sure..” She puts her hands up, making air quotations as she speaks, “Best friend.”

“Why are you doing that? I’m dead serious right now.’” You lean into your right hip, your arms crossing over your chest.

Your friend mirrors your pose, “Okay, so how come I haven’t heard about him before?”

“Well, we fought and then didn’t talk for two years. And you have, remember when I said I made up with my friend a few months back?”

“Oh, that’s him? Ahh, I see what’s going on here.” Mika has a dreamy look in her eyes and she brings her clasped hands up to her cheek, “You decided to take your relationship to the next level because you’re scared to lose each other again.”

Your friend is such a hopeless romantic, you both are, but she’s one in a fairytale way.

“What? No, we’re just friends.”

She looks at you with a sly smile, “Okay~”

You sigh, what is up with everyone lately? “Mika, seriously.”

Kuroo returns, placing the ice-cold bottle on your exposed midsection and you yelp in surprise. He laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief as he hands your friend her drink. She looks at the two of you with a knowing smile, and you give her a light slap on the arm with a warning: “Behave.”

The three of you move to the dancefloor and dance for what feels like hours, there’s a thin layer of sweat that coats your body and your limbs start to ache from the constant movement. Mika was whisked away by someone she’s been talking to. You and Kuroo continue on in her absence, screaming lyrics to one of your favorite songs and as it ends, he tells you that he has to piss and you scold him for being so vulgar.

You exit the crowd and Kuroo makes his way to the bathroom, you take this as an opportunity to lean against the cool wall. Your eyes flutter close as your breath starts to even out and then suddenly, you feel someone stand directly in front of you. Your eyes open and you’re met with a man you’ve never seen before.

You don’t let him get one word in and hit him with, “I have a boyfriend, he’s in the bathroom.”

He puts his hands up, “I haven’t even said anything.”

“And? I’m letting you know.”

“Let your boyfriend know that he shouldn’t be leaving such a beautiful girl on her own.”

You roll your eyes at him, men never know when to quit. You don’t say anything else and wait for him to leave but when he doesn’t, you let out an annoyed sigh.

“I’m waiting for your boyfriend, making sure you’re safe. Plus I know how you girls are, playing hard to get by saying you're taken.”

You scoff and your head starts to pound from his stupidity. You glance over your shoulder, praying Tetsuro comes back soon. You spot his tall frame and almost yell out in relief. When he makes his way over to you, he doesn’t even acknowledge the man who is hellbent on lingering.

Your hand curls around his bicep, “Babe, you took too long.” You pout and Kuroo feels his heart begin to speed up. Why are you looking at him like that?

And why did he like it?

His face is clouded with confusion and the other man can tell, and you really hope you can put on a convincing show. Your eyes dart between your best friend and the unidentified man who is a few steps away. Tetsuro catches on and presses a quick apology kiss to your temple like a real boyfriend would do. It’s a routine he’s used to; always fending off men who couldn’t get the hint and usually, they would run off after one look at his tall stature and hard gaze that borders murderous. But this one is particularly stubborn.

“Sorry, angel. There was a long line.” The raven-haired man finally turns his attention to the other boy, “Can I help you?” Kuroo’s voice is harsh and he steps in front of you protectively.

“Do you really think I’m going to believe this lie? He didn’t even seem sure you were talking to him.” His words are aimed towards you but you don’t offer him the luxury of a reply.

Tetsuro’s jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists- he looks so angry. And your brain is going haywire because why does he look so sexy? His voice drops an octave and your heart speeds up, “I don’t give a fuck what you think. We don’t have to prove anything to you.”

The other man says something but you’re getting tired of this fast. You grab Tetsuro by the collar of his shirt, your faces level with each other and your lips at his ear, “We’re gonna kiss. Is that okay?”

His voice is too quiet for anyone other than you to hear, “Okay.”

Then you smash your lips against his, and you forget all about whoever was bothering you. Kuroo is an amazing kisser, his lips are soft against yours and you can taste the berry chapstick you lent him. He kisses you like a prayer desperate to be answered and his body is pressing you flush against the wall, while his arms are caging you in.

Tetsuro knows this is for show, he knows this is to prove that asshole wrong but the way your plush lips are moving in perfect sync with his is enough to send him to an early grave. You taste like bubblegum and the best time of his life. He wants to devour you with each kiss, he wants to hear what sounds you make, and when he bites your bottom lip; he gets a preview of the sweetest moan he has ever heard.

When your lungs can no longer survive without a new breath, you pull away for air. The stupid man had left with an angry grumble the second your lips touched.

“Thanks.” You breathe out.

Kuroo’s cheeks are a soft pink, “No problem.”

The two of you separate and you tell him you’re going to look for Mika, skipping off like nothing ever happened. But his hands touch his swollen lips as he watches the way your hips sway as you walk away.

You push your apartment door open and when Kuroo steps in, you let it slam behind you with a loud bam. You’re glad your roommate took a couple’s trip with her girlfriend because the amount of noise you’re making right now is disrespectful. You’re beyond tired and not physically, mentally. The kiss still has your head spinning and as for the rest of the night? You spent it putting a considerable distance between you and Tetsu, and you hope he didn’t take offense to it but even being able to feel his body heat or catch a whiff of his cologne was driving you insane.

You walk into your room, turning on the lamp and it envelopes the room in warm light. With your back towards him you ask, “Do you want to shower first?”

Kuroo sighs quietly, his heart racing at the thought of mustering up the courage to take this step. “We’re still friends, right?”

You turn around so fast, thinking that your actions during the latter half of the night hurt his feelings.

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

The man’s eyes meet yours in the dim lighting, his pupils are dilated and his gaze flickers to your lips.

“I want to kiss you again but as friends…”

You want to ask him to repeat it but you hear him loud and clear, and your response rings even clearer in your mind.

“If it’s as friends then that should be fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then his hands on your waist pulling you in and his lips on yours, kissing you like a man starved. Your arms wrap around his neck and somehow you feel like he’s kissing you even better than before. Your fingers toy with hair at the nape of his neck; Kuroo moans into the kiss and you smile, and he just about loses it.

He needs to touch you more.

Tetsuro’s hands climb up your waist, passing over your chest, and grazing your hardened nipples before they settle on your face. The action causes you to gasp and he takes it as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the feeling of being even closer to you; his knee slips in between your thighs, pressing against your clothed core.

You pull away for air and a soft “fuck” falls from your swollen lips. Kuroo doesn’t stop, he just moves on to your neck, sucking and biting. You tilt your head to give him more access and he’s whispering your name into the marks he leaves behind and you’re damn near melting in his arms.

And right now you’re not thinking about the implications of kissing your best friend.

No.

You’re thinking about fucking him.

Tetsuro knows you’re crossing over into dangerous territory, and he knows himself. If he kept going like this he wouldn’t stop and he doesn’t want to push towards a boundary you might not want to cross. So, he pulls away and you whimper at the loss of contact. You try to pull him back in by his belt loops but he takes a small step back, and your hands lightly dust over the tent in his pants and he hisses at the contact.

He’s about to give in to your silent demand for more but he wants to mess with you, he couldn’t help it. It was the dynamic the two of you have and it’s hard not to give into it.

“You know I always tell you to use your words. So, tell me what you want, angel.”

He’s just teasing, he’s always just teasing.

But, your brain is foggy with lust and need, and you need him in ways you never thought possible.

“I want you to fuck me, please Tetsuu.”

Never in a million years did you think you would be begging for Kuroo Tetsuro but here you are, eyes boring into his and your heart hammering against your ribcage.

Tetsuro’s face flushes a bright red and his cock strains against his pants; he didn’t expect this. He wants to tear his gaze away but your eyes are sinful and you’re looking at him like he's the only man in the world. And god, you don’t know what it does to him. Kuroo wants to ruin you, he wants to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, he wants you to be so lost in the pleasure he brings you- all you ever think about is him.

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

The first thing to go is his shirt and your hand trails down chest and stomach, the muscles flexing under your fingers. Kuroo wants to comment on how you’ve seen it before but a few open-mouthed kisses to his collarbone steals the words right out of his mouth. His hands drop down to your mini skirt but they falter and you give him a nod to tell him it’s okay but his hands still don’t move.

“What’s wrong?” Your tone is a bit impatient but still concerned nonetheless.

He smirks, “Kinda wanna fuck you in it.” You want to tell him to do it but he’s already yanking it down with a “But it’s too pretty to ruin, just wear it for me another time.”

Another time?

He’s getting caught up in the act, don’t think too much of it.

The rest of your clothes follow and Kuroo leads you to the bed with a kiss as he expertly removes your bra. Your back is now flat against the mattress and he takes no time to leave a trail of kisses from your lips to your sternum. Your breath is heavy and everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire. And when his mouth wraps around your nipple, his name tumbles from your lips in a whine.

Kuroo looks up at you, his tongue swirling around the bud and his fingers playing with the other one. You're a mess- he’s making you a mess, and he’s loving every second of it. His dick is painfully hard but you have to get off first before he even thinks about himself.

“So pretty.” He mumbles against your skin, his mouth switching over to the other side. You clench around nothing and you can feel your arousal slide down your thigh, you’re aching for him in one place and you’re growing impatient.

“Tetsuro,” You grab one of his hands and trail it down your body until it’s right where you want it. “Here, need you here.”

A string of curses leaves his mouth, you’re going to kill him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He uses his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit and pleasure shoots through your every nerve. Your eyes flutter close and you don’t even see him move down, but you do feel his tongue lick one languid stripe along your slit.

“Oh god.” You moan out and your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the ends. The boy continues his ministrations, switching between slowly licking your folds and sucking your clit. Cries, moans, and curses fall from your lips and they only egg him on. You taste so good and he only wishes he could’ve done this sooner, he could eat you out until daybreak or until his last breath: whichever came first.

“Need you to cum on my tongue, pretty girl. Can you do that?” His voice vibrates throughout your core and your hips grind against his face on their accord.

You nod furiously and Tetsuro chuckles at your enthusiasm, the vibration pulls another sweet sound out of you and it sets him off. His mouth is moving like its one purpose is to help you reach bliss and he’s doing a damn good job.

Kuroo’s long fingers prod your entrance and when your eyes open again, you find him staring at you, the question burning in his gaze and you don’t trust yourself to form a coherent answer, so you nod and he pushes them in.

He pumps his digits at a slow pace, making sure you can feel all of it and you feel the familiar knot start to tighten in the pit of your stomach. And Kuroo can feel it, in the way your walls clench around him. So, he speeds up and curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“So close, Tetsuu. I’m so close, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for but Kuroo’s tongue applies just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bud and it sends you over the edge.

Your vision goes white and euphoria takes over every single one of your senses, your body shakes and your best friend’s face is drenched in your juices. Tetsuro doesn’t stop, he helps you ride it out, enjoying the view of you coming completely undone at his hand.

“You look so pretty when you cum on my face.” He’s lapping up all evidence of your orgasm and you start to push him away, the feeling is overwhelming.

“Too much,” You whine.

“Give me one more, please? You taste so good, angel. I don’t wanna stop.”

Your mind is fuzzy with pleasure and though the overstimulation is a bit painful, it hurts so good.

“Okay.” And his tongue is on you once more, and it doesn’t take much for you to hit that high again and you do it with a scream of his name.

Tetsuro comes up and meets you with a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips. The kiss is messy, full of wanton need that puts the sin, Lust, to shame. And you can feel Kuroo’s hard cock in between your thighs and it brushes against your wet slit, he whimpers into your mouth and you realize he’s been holding back the whole time.

You pull away and sit up on your elbows, there’s a sex-drunk smile on your face and Kuroo almost cums on the spot at the sight.

“Are you gonna make me wait all night?”

That’s all he needs to hear and he’s pulling open your nightstand drawer and grabbing a condom. He rips open the foil packaging with his teeth and slides it on, his eyes never leave your frame even when yours drop down and widen at the size.

You can never tease him again.

Kuroo hooks one of your legs around his waist and places the other on his shoulder. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly starts to push in. Your moans mix together like a forbidden melody as his tip makes it past.

The stretch burns and tears prick the back of your eyes, the pain is burning pleasure but god, you don’t know if you can take all of him. Tetsuro is trying his hardest not to lose control, but you feel so good around him, your walls soft and fluttering against him as they try to adjust.

“F-fuck, you feel like h-heaven.” His words come out in a whine and you love the way he sounds.

He’s barely halfway and you’re already feeling so full. “Tetsuu, it’s so big. I don’t thin-”

He cuts you off, “I know, I know but you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. Just relax.”

And you do as he says, and he bottoms out with a hiss and you cry out.

He moves with slow strokes and soft moans fall from your lips. His dark eyes are full of passion and his voice is breathy, “Such a good girl when you listen to me. Where is this usually, hmm?”

You turn your head in embarrassment, you’re usually quick to say something smart and shut him down. But, right now? You’re hanging on to his every word and doing as he says.

Kuroo stops moving and you mewl out, “Keep going.” Your head is still turned and your eyes are closed.

“Look at me.”

You refuse, still trying to get him to continue fucking you without giving in to his demand. He starts to pull out and you sob at the feeling of emptiness.

“Look at me or I won’t do anything.”

Your head turns and your eyes open, and he smirks like he’s won a gold prize. “Good girl.”

And he’s slamming back into you, his pace is fast and unforgiving. Sweat gives his skin a light sheen and the sound of skin hitting skin and how wet you are, echo throughout the room. You can’t even form words because Tetsuro is fucking them out of you and every time he compliments you, you clench around him and he groans.

“You feel so good, baby.” He pulls you even closer to him, angling himself and he hits that sweet spot that has your walls spasming around him.

“Tetsuu” You whimper out.

“You like when I fuck you like this, angel?” You’re so full of him, you can feel him in your stomach. He’s relentless, hitting that spot over and over again. You can’t even answer him because he’s slowly pulling out and then reentering just as slowly, making you feel every inch of him.

Your pussy is so warm around him and he stutters, you’re milking him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going.

“C-can’t answer? Am I- fuck.”

Kuroo can’t even finish his own sentences, the way your face expresses pure bliss and how you squeeze around him, is driving him insane.

“S’good.” You slur, “You’re so good to me.”

“Yeah? You treat me even better, pretty girl.” That name makes you tighten around him and his strokes start to turn sloppy, “Letting me taste you, letting me inside you.”

He’s so close and you are too, and his hand snakes its way in between your bodies. He rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Tetsu, gonna cum if you-” The combination of his thumb and his cock hitting that spongy spot has your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

You pulse around him, and Kuroo lets out a whiny, “Shit, I’m cumming,” and he’s spilling into the condom.

And just like earlier he doesn’t stop, he continues drilling into you even if he’s sensitive to the point it hurts. He’s repeating your name over and over again in the form of whimpers and you’re clawing at his back; your fourth orgasm of the night taking over your entire body until you’re seeing stars and Tetsuro follows right behind you, filling up the rubber once more.

The man gently places your legs back on the bed and his head falls onto your shoulder, your breaths are heavy and uneven. He pulls out and you make a quiet noise at the feeling.

“Sorry.” He mutters, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. Kuroo gets up, takes off the condom, and ties it before dumping it in the trash. He also picks up his boxers, putting them on as he walks over to your bathroom. You hear the sound of the shower and while your body is spent, the thought of a hot shower gives you just enough energy. Your best friend comes back out and picks you up bridal-style, helping you get to the bathroom. He sets you down and your feet come in contact with the cold tile.

“Can you stand? Or do I need to help you shower?” His voice conveys his concern but his eyes also tell you he’s being cheeky.

You shoot him a look, “I think I’ll be fine, thank you.” You brush past him, legs a bit wobbly and you hear him stifle laughter. You throw him a glare over your shoulder and he only smiles.

Tetsuro exits the bathroom after you step into the shower, he picks up all of your abandoned clothing and tosses it into the hamper. He changes your sheets and collects his thoughts; this isn’t very platonic of you and he starts to worry that it’s gonna change everything between you two.

And he can’t handle it if your friendship is ruined, again. But, he quells his negative thoughts and tells himself you’ll cross that bridge when you get there, even though you’re only a few steps away from it. For now, he won’t act as if nothing happened but he won't let it change anything either.

Even if there is a tiny voice in his heart hoping that it will.

You step out of the bathroom, your pajamas hanging loosely on your body and your face fresh and glowy. You look around your bedroom, admiring the new sheets and clean floor. Kuroo looks at you, his face full of emotions you can’t name and you desperately want to know what he’s thinking. But, you couldn’t even figure out what was going on in your own mind. You only stare right back at him, and you wonder if the two of you are communicating with your expressions. Assuring the other that it was okay and the conversation would be had at another time.

Tetsuro breaks eye contact first and walks into the bathroom, smiling at the scent of your body wash that still lingers in the air. He steps into the shower, letting the water carry away his worries and relax his muscles. His mind is replaying how you looked at him earlier, he couldn’t decipher what emotions your eyes held but he knows that everything is okay.

Sleep is starting to tempt his senses and he knows you’re probably making your way to dreamland. He steps out of the shower and quickly finishes up, and to his surprise, you’re still up. Your phone is shining on your face and when you feel the bed dip on the opposite side, you look at him and place your phone down. Kuroo lays right next to you, wrapping his arms around you and it’s not like you’ve never slept like this before, but it feels much more intimate this time. But you find comfort in his warmth and the smell of his skin, and your eyelids start to feel heavy.

You tell Tetsuro to turn off the lamp and soon the room is completely dark. You can already feel the dull throb in your muscles and you mumble to yourself, “I’m going to be so fucking sore.”

Tetsuro lets out an airy chuckle, “I told you it was big.”

You kick him and he grunts in pain, your voice is quiet but still as sharp as ever,

“Shut the hell up and go to sleep.”

a/n: this is my first time writing out a full smut like PLS give me constructive criticism because i would like to write more in the future but i also wanna be better and more comfortable,,, okay hope you enjoyed !! <333 (also someone wanted to be tagged but i wont tag u if you're an ageless blog !!)

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tetsukuroos · 2 months

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Nekomata Izumi Group!

Masterlist

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Introductions

Nekomata Izumi (Reader)

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

⁀➷ A/N: First official post for this SMAU/Fic!! I'm so excited to get started on this. This is my first one EVER, so please take kindly. Please let me know if there are any mistakes/missed warnings etc.

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bowandcurtsey · 9 months

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when y/n's ex appears Pt 3.

BC boys: Yuno | Zora | Luck [Part 1]

JJK: Sukuna | Gojo [Part 2]

Haikyuu: Kuroo | Nishinoya | Sakusa [Part 3]

x f! reader

Slight nsfw (hickeys mentioned)

Kuroo Tetsuro

{this ex of yours from high school whom you used to date before kuroo is now a new colleague in your job.. And when kuroo finds out, he's not that happy. }

When he came to pick you one day and Kuroo saw him, or actually he said hello to Kuroo because y'know Kuroo was his senpai in school and all. Kuroo's face twitched a little but he still gave a smile and said hello.

Kuroo's hands instinctively wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him while exchanging in a meaningless conversation with your ex.

When you're both in the car, he sulks more when he finds out your ex is from the same department as you are and that you'll have to work together once in awhile.

He now leaves hickeys in subtle but noticeable places and whenever he comes to pick you and sees him, he'll hold you tighter and give you kisses right in front of him.

Somehow you can call it a man's instinct, but Kuroo warned you to not let him ever send you back home and to keep your distance other than work related things.

Of course you respected your man, because in so so so many ways your Kuroo is just much better than your ex.

one day after a company dinner, your ex was a little high, and he confessed to you, saying he never really got over you and asked you for a second chance.

"er, but i have a boyfriend now, and we broke up for a reason." you said.

He backed off a little but still offered to send you back home since it was getting late. He pestered you a little about it until a sound of a horn scared him.

Kuroo walked out from his jet black mercedes, looking all hot in just a sweat pants and a t shirt.

He pulled you into his arms and stared right at your ex. "back off from my girl, it's my last warning." his face was no longer smiling like their past encounters, and his eyes were like a fierce panther ready to attack.

Well, safe to say from then onwards, he never really bothered you much anymore.

Nishinoya Yuu

{Noya plays volleyball in a club for leisure and one day a new guy joins, and he happened to be your ex}

when you came to watch Noya play his games, you noticed someone new, and to your surprise (and horror) it was someone that you used to date back in high school.

When your ex saw you, he ran up to you to say hello, excited to see you again. But you weren't really interested since he dumped you and quickly got together with another girl.

Man even got the audacity to tell Noya that "we used to date back in high school"

but thank god Noya was pretty quick witted so he replied "oh, you're the ex that dumped her for another chick?"

But your ex was also thick skinned, so he sheepishly smiled, saying "it's all in the past!"

Noya couldn't care any less. When it came to volleyball, he focused on the ball and the game and as usual everyone is always in awe of the plays Noya made. Even as a librero, he shone.

But for your ex, he constantly came to talk to you on breaks and he even texted you after.

Initially Noya was just "oh. okay." He's just innocent and didn't think much of it.

Until you told him one day that your ex actually told you to give him a second chance. That's when Noya understood the ulterior motives this guy had.

Whenever you came to support him, Noya told you to wear his shirts or old jerseys. You always held his water bottle and towel and handed it to him during breaks and he would always give you a kiss on your forehead before running back in game.

At the end of the day, Noya would always help carry all your stuff and held your hand out of the gym.

But your ex didn't back down, still constantly texting you and trying to talk to you.

One day, during a break in the games, Noya looked at him dead panned in the eye, telling him : "oi. stop bothering y/n, she mine's and i never lose what's mine."

He just walked away, leaving your ex stunned and everyone giving the "ohhhhs" and "ahhhhs"

Noya gave a perfect defence that day. He never lost a ball that was in his area, be it a tip or a heavy spike.

Your ex left the leisure team shortly after.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

{You were Msby's assistant manager and your ex joined in as a new player for Msby's team}

When your ex saw you he greeted you, "oh hello y/n, fancy seeing you here!"

Everyone was curious of course, asking how did you guys know each other.

"We used to date after high school, just briefly!" he explained. And everyone stared at Sakusa, to which he just shrugged and went back to doing what he's doing.

Atsumu even teased his a little, "ohhhh~ someone's jealous ain't he?" earning a hard smack in the back.

Sakusa was a little more quiet than usual that day, even though his performance was still as good as ever.

Even your ex was impressed, "whoa you're good."

Sakusa was never the physically affectionate type when outside because "I'm sweaty and there are a lot of germs" but that day he held your hand after practice when you went home together.

Back home, he showered and then he was super clingy towards you. pulling you into his lap and cuddling you quietly.

Your man wasn't one with much words but you knew he wasn't too happy about meeting your ex and having to have to work with him for long term. You quietly ran your fingers through his hair.

From then whenever you had practice, you constantly showed your affection for him, cheering when he scored points and always telling him good job after practice. You would purposely ask him things like "where should we go today," or "what should we eat for dinner tonight" where you knew that your ex could hear.

You never really talked to your ex unless it was due to volleyball reasons. Giving Sakusa as much affirmation from you as he needs.

Slowly, sakusa became unbothered by him, until one day, your ex made a joke about how you changed from the past you and this wasn't how you were like when you dated.

And you could clearly see Sakusa getting annoyed. He came over and wrapped his strong arms around you, looking at your ex straight in the eye "she's perfect right now." and pulled you away.

Everyone was silent, and Atsumu gave a low whistle.

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we-fancy-you · 3 months

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Weirdo

Kuroo tetsuro x f!reader We all know how childish Kuroo sometimes may be, but just know that you won't take his shit every time. NSFW 18+ only established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, teasing a lot, overstimulation, timeskip!kuroo it's pretty vanilla smut

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“Don’t push like that!” you said while walking to the bathroom. “I’m sorry.” He said with a lying smirk on his face. “You’re not sorry at all! It’s written all over your face!” He gave a soft snicker before groping your but. “Tetsuro! I am serious! You can’t just do this to me when we are having a serious conversatio- “he was mimicking you with a lousy expression while his hand is mocking your mouth. Knitting your eyebrows together you planned on calling him out for it. As a small feeling of rage bubbled in your stomach and you could almost see red.

For some annoying reason he always did this. Whenever I pointed something about the past week that I didn’t like, out. He would start acting like a horny moody teenager.

“Babe, you take life too seriously. Can’t you just let it go?” “You know what you should do. You should grab the spare blanket and pillow because you’re not sleeping in the same bed as me tonight.” You puffed out. The burning heat in your veins hadn’t cooled off yet and you were stomping out of the room.

“Ahh, don’t say that. You know you can’t sleep without me.” Even though that’s partly true, your pride didn’t give in. He was being a total jerk and you needed to put him in his place. “I am going to give you a nice one to the jaw. Then were going to see what you need.” “I honestly think you can’t even reach my shoulder from down there.”

That’s it, you couldn’t do it. As your face flushed beat red and felt like had gasoline on it waiting to be lit and set everything a blaze. “You.” you slowly turned around on your heels and looked him dead in the eye. He didn’t flinch a bit and only had that stupid fuck boy smirk displayed on his face. The one that says ‘hey to yah sexy ladies. If anyone want some good dick tonight. Hit me up.’

“What did you just say?” Even though everything of your body was burning. Your voice could make Antarctica gasp. “See you have to even bend your neck to look at me now. How are you going to hit me?” Even though this bastard had the same height as a windmill you weren’t scared off by his petty insults. You pushed him as hard as you could against the wall and pulled him down his collar. “You listen here you little shit, I know you have a hard life with all your work and sport on the side but guess what.” You pulled him so close. Your breath was dancing against his. As much as you hated him, he knew how to turn you on and that ruined hairstyle was doing it.

“I too have a job, and yes work out.” He laughed at that part, the hard and ha! Type of kind. “You working out? I think I have a bigger chance of winning the lottery than to see you working out.”

Another vein in on your forehead pulsed with irritation.

“How did you get so full of yourself? Huh? Was it the old ladies that called you handsome? Because I can promise you, they are blind.”

“No, it’s the fact that you always get wet when we fight.” As you two were in such a heating argument you didn’t notice his long slender fingers travel to my lower parts. The tip of his index finger suddenly pressed on your clothed clit, and a jolt of pleasure hit your body. Gasping and closing your eyes, his other hand brushed the hair out of your face. “You really are the worst.” You huffed out.

With his big arms he picked you up and walked to the bed. He gently placed you down and was about hover over you when you pushed him back. “You know” he looked confused but listened because he obviously wanted to do something about that tent set up in his pants. “Why do you think you are allowed on top? Hmm. You have been very rude and now all of a sudden you want to use me? No.” you slowly whispered in his ear. You got up pushed him down once more on the bed. “Don’t move.” You said while slowly opening your blouse. He was whistling at your action, but it didn’t faze you. You trailed your hand over his shirt from his neck down to his chest that lingered a bit before you pinched his nipple. He tensed up and you s straddled his lap after that. Slowly rocking your hips just to get the smallest amount of friction between the two of you. His hands were at his sides, and you could feel the pent up frustration he has. “I want to be on top tonight.” you said. Your bedroom experiences usually consist of him being on top or behind. So, you being on top is something special. After you said that his smirk deepened.

“You know you’re hot when you are angry right. My dick is so hard.” you blushed harder and tightly held his face in your hands. “Listen boy.” Rubbing his lower lip. “Tonight, we will do all the things I like. And you can’t complain, can’t whine, or cry.” I brushed my lips to his ear and bit his lobe and blowed lightly. “Yes ma’am” he said while he swallowed big time. “I want to tie you up, but since that takes too much effort you have to promise me to keep your hands behind you.” He slowly nodded as you got of his lap and took off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in a black lace under garments. As you untied your hair you saw his eyes drift to your mounds and licking his lips. But that’s not going to happen yet.

You knelt down between his legs not breaking eye contact and undoing his belt. He was hard and you could feel the light twitching through his trousers. While getting it all off and rubbed his big thigh you could feel goose bumps forming beneath your hand. Softly kissing the muscular part up and down making sure to leave hickeys while making your way up to his centre. His eyes were closed, and he now was laying on the bed with his long legs dangling off. I got up and turned him vertically so I could lay in between his legs. He sighed at your cold hands touching his warm stomach and I teased him more. I missed the touch of his lips him, but you couldn’t give up now.

Tugging his boxers down for the show to start. You were going to make this painfully long for the both of you.

After many times of him cumming on your face and mouth. And seeing the masterpiece of hickeys you left behind on his pelvis and v-line. You took off your own panties and pushed his, still hard surprisingly, dick inside you. It felt good and God you were wet. So wet. The slick sound of him rubbing your walls filled the room. Maybe it was because you where on top or maybe the long-time spend on foreplay, but it felt so good. Tears filled your eyes, and you were just slowly moving up and down. Keeping a steady pace so this was going to take a while, but you were right on the edge. If you opened your eyes right now and look at him the sight of him alone could give you your release. Secretly opening one to look at him. Both your hands were on his abs making small marks from your nails, but his Oh, his were giving you an ego boost. One of his hands was between his teeth and the other was pulling his hair. A hard moan escaped your mouth, and you couldn’t even recognize your voice in it. Your stomach was all tingly and skin was set ablaze, the sweat coating your body and his was making you dizzy. Just to get that push you rubbed your clit and your jaw dropped, back arched, and eyes rolled back. You moved your fingers to his nipples and rubbed them making him twitch inside you he was letting out muffled groans all the time this time a hoarse moan left his mouth, and it was so sexy. And you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him, to touch you, you needed him to fuck you. “Touch me, Tetsu.” You gasped out and at the exact moment he shot up his hips. Sending ripples of sensations and all types of pleasure through your body. And now loads of sexy moans filled the room, the ones you see in movies. You came but he didn’t quit you tried to tell him to slow down but he didn’t the overstimulation was killing but you couldn’t stop it felt too good at the same time. His warm calloused hand grassed your skin as he found the clips of your bra and threw it to the corner of the room. “Finally.” He muttered as his mouth connected to your nipple. The pleasure and pain messing with your brain. “Tetsu, ah, it’s to-ah, much.” You got out. “Oh yeah? Well, I don’t think you’re seeing these hickeys because they also were too much.” He gave one more thrust when he came again. Delicious warm fluid painted your insides and he finally got soft. The smell of sweat filled your nostrils as you saw him pull out.

Your thighs were shaking, and your insides were spasming. Slowly pushing yourself up you felt the warm mix of your fluids run down your thigh. “You look so hot right now with all my cum down your legs. I just want to-.” He scrapped some of it with his fingers and pushed it back in. The sudden touch on your sensitive area made you see starts. Too braindead to form actual words other than a simple “eh” your half open eyes looked at his golden ones as you tried to caress his cheek.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we.” He picked you up kissed your lips on his way to the bathroom.

Bonus:

The next day Kuroo had his weekly volleyball game with his friends and was walking into the changing room.

A few of his friends were already changing into their jerseys.

“Hey guys.” He greeted them and started changing himself.

“Damn Kuroo, I see yah.” Bokuto snickered. “Hmm?” “Yah got laid good didn’t yah.” He pointed to his stomach. Deep purple bruises were visible as he had removed his shirt. “Oh this.” He scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. “He made her real mad this time.” Kenma said while shaking his head.

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