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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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Maybe .. One Day

characters: Kenma Kozume x OC! Mei Takahashi

warnings: pretty much none; it's quite a peaceful drabble; ah! Kenma's emotionally hurt for a bit; his first crush; a bit of angst but barely; Kuroo being such a dad

notes: this drabble comes from an attempt to get out of the writer's block 😅 i asked @iamthepotato to give me the character, the subject and the genre - to make it even more perfect? we're introducing my chaotic half's OC: Mei Takahashi 🥳 since this is a personalized request there is no Y/N 🤗 you can self-insert if needed.

There was never a moment in Kenma’s life in which he wished to step out of the background more than he did now. Always casually sitting back, sucked into his own comfortable bubble without paying any mind to the surroundings, living more in a world dominated by pixels than human beings. Quivering pangs of an emotion he has not been accustomed to until today were ravaging each available bit of his tightened chest, shamelessly accompanied by heavy beats meant to carve the heart’s way out of its body.

Kenma was never good at expressing feelings, at differentiating between the meanings of each, simply hoarding them all in one place and forgetting they even existed. Life consisted of video games, school, volleyball and Kuroo’s constant nagging that seemed to hit an all time high - today in particular.

“You’ve been on level 22 for the past 45 minutes.” Kuroo observed, peaking yet again into the blue PlayStation Portable his best friend always carried around.

“It’s a hard one.” Kenma pondered, hunched position as he sat on the gym’s floor, fingers aimlessly running across the console in an attempt to throw him off.

As Kuroo prepared some kind of wise words that would, maybe, get his friend off the floor and into actual training, he was abruptly stopped by the laugh everyone got accustomed with in the past three days. Quick analytical skills were set in motion, catching with the corner of his eyes how Kenma shifted, head snapping upwards with a quickness he did not have even in the matches against Hinata, eyes focused completely on the person that was at the other end of the gym. With an amused “ah!” Kuroo took a step back and leaned against the wall, quietly watching the scene unfolding before them.

Liquid gold beamed at the heart fluttering sound, unbothered demeanor melting into pure softness as Kenma felt his breath being sucked out, lips parted slightly while being bound into a mesmerized stance. It was for the first time when he couldn't care less that Kuroo was watching him like a hawk, simply unable to tear his gaze away from the pearly white smile, eyes meeting through the net settled in the middle of the court.

“You seem lost.” soft, yet confident, voice said while amusement laced its tonality - Kenma jumping slightly, a figure emerging behind him.

“A bit.” he mumbled, turning around to be met with a girl only a few inches shorter than him - brown, kind eyes, shoulder-length black hair, pair of white shorts and an oversized black shirt that simply had the number 11 on it without any other inscriptions.

“Mei.” she grinned, cheeks full with playfulness. stretching out her hand.

“Uhm ..” Kenma swallowed, not understanding why his brain was unable to make the connection with his own hand, raising it in slow motion to meet hers. “Kenma.”

“Now, Kenma ..” Mei said while stepping right next to him, a chuckle escaping her seeing the boy so lost. “Never been here before, ha?”

“No.” he replied quietly, eyes solely trained on the shape of her face, on how her cheeks tended to catch a bit of a rose color with each smile or chuckle.

“I thought Nekoma was supposed to be this guided-by-instinct team.” Mei raised an eyebrow while a mischievous smirk adorned her, until now, innocent features - quickly noticing the name written on the blonde’s shirt.

“First time here.” Kenma admitted, eyeing the ground and feeling an embarrassment he has never experienced before.

“I know it’s late but as a proud Inarizaki student ..” Mei quipped, his eyes snapping back up to meet hers in surprise, without a single care in the world wrapping her arm around his. “.. let me show you around.”

“Okay.” Kenma agreed, a brief nod accompanying his attempt to relax under the level of closeness he was experiencing now.

“Do you say more than three words?” Mei asked, both beginning to walk around, curious eyes studying the boy.

“D-depends.” Kenma answered, swallowing the knot formed into his throat feeling the right cheek burning under her gaze.

“I don’t usually bite.” she grinned, a chuckle following shortly after as he tensed at the playfulness. “Don’t worry. By the time you get back to your team, you’ll be all talked out.”

And that he was.

Despite bumping into each other after dinner, Kenma ended up spending time with Mei way past midnight, exploring the area where Inarziaki usually held their training camps, settling on a nearby hill overlooking the entire area. It started off easily, only her doing the talking, Kenma simply listening, finding an unfamiliar peace settling over him. Knees brought up to the chest, cheek resting on them as he looked at her from the moment they sat down until they left. They were the same age, only a month apart, common interests and a deep appreciation for well thought out video games - letting Mei play on his PS Portable and go past some of the levels only to see that intoxicating excitement glowing on her.

Unknowingly, Kenma found himself talking past the five word mark he usually had, sentences flowing out with an ease never experienced before with a girl, Mei managing to pull out a few laughs and smiles that Kuroo had to work really hard for most of the time. He caught himself off guard with soft smiles adorning his tired features, every single one being the result of each of Mei’s laughs or snarky remarks in whatever subject they were discussing. Never concerning himself with girls, never being a focus, never noticing, never deeming himself worthy of one’s interest, Kenma got trapped into a loop running inside his mind - she was breathtakingly beautiful. He even thought, dared to admit to himself, that Mei fit him too perfectly to be true. Who simply comes out of complete nowhere and has one’s heart fluttering with a simple smile?

“Miya, put me down!” Mei’s voice boomed into the gym, amusement laced with threat keeping everyone’s attention on her.

“Samu!” Atsumu Miya whined on the other side of the court, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “She’ll have us run around the gym again!”

5 seconds.

That was all it took for Atsumu’s twin, Osamu, to place Mei back on the ground, arms wrapped tightly around her waist before pulling her into a kiss. Heartburn blazed through Kenma’s chest at the sight, throat constricting to contain the nausea into an unswallowable knot.

The next day after they met, both had lunch together and spent the evening around the camp yet again, Kenma allowing himself to be pulled even deeper into a crush he developed in less than 5 minutes. Finding himself constantly in an internal race to make Mei laugh, grin or let out one of her dramatic, snarky remarks he grew to enjoy terribly, Kenma forgot why Nekoma was actually here and he did not mind. It was something so new, so heartwarming about how comfortable he felt around the girl, how their intertwined arms fit as if they were built for each other, how their laughs matched in tonality, how Mei’s smile seemed to grow even bigger whenever he was smiling as well.

Well .. that was until the third day, today, when Kuroo broke the news about who was the mysterious girl that seemed to be the only one around the training camp, the one that so effortlessly brought out a part of Kenma’s personality no one knew he had. She was none other than Mei Takahashi - Inarizaki’s team manager and Osamu Miya’s girlfriend. Not a fling, not a month old one but a serious girlfriend, dating for over 6 months. The speed with which this information slapped him was absolutely astonishing, Kenma simply staring at Kuroo as if he was a stranger, eyes piercing right through his best friend, mind emptying at the sound of his heart shattering abruptly to the ground.

“Kenma!” Mei called, arm waving in the air, bright smile adorning her all too beautiful features as Osamu spoke with Kita while his arms stayed wrapped around her waist.

At first, Kenma did not hear his name rolling off her lips and catching the attention of both teams, his eyes focused on the point where Osamu’s hands were tightly locked. Throat and mouth drying up, the pangs in his chest intensified, some kind of pain pressing on each nerve, even anger sipping through his pores. He loved and hated the feeling at the same time, realizing that it only took him 48 hours to morph that childish crush into pure feelings, teeth cracking under the pressure of the tightly shut jaw in an attempt to protect the usual unbothered demeanor he so effortlessly possessed. It was such a poisonous position to be in - having absolutely no issue with the boy that claimed Mei’s heart but, somehow, Kenma found himself wishing he would simply walk out the door and never come back. Thoughts of how he finally found someone that fits him, yet unable to reach, flooded an already filled to the brim mind, losing focus on how Mei’s steps were approaching. Only when her face obstructed Kenma’s blurry view he snapped back into focus.

“Kenma?” Mei asked, genuine worry written all over. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” Kenma nodded, averting his gaze.

“You’re not.” Mei countered, brows furrowing at the obvious lie - Kenma jolting in surprise as her palm landed on his forehead and pinching the skin with a bit of coldness, soothing the headache that overcame him. “Feverish.”

“Tired.” Kenma simply stated, unwillingly leaning into the comforting touch, catching on how Mei flinched slightly at the gesture.

“If she says you have a fever, I believe her.” Kuroo commented, studying carefully the entire scene unfolding before his eyes, already knowing what was going on - knowing since the first night when his best friend entered their shared room with the weirdest smile he ever witnessed.

“Come with me.” Mei urged, offering her hand. “I have something for it.”

“m fine.” Kenma replied, pushing himself off the floor and shoving the console into his pocket, continuing to avoid her gaze by turning to Kuroo. “Can I go?”

Being dismissed with a nod and a sympathetic look, Kenma turned his back on them, fingers balling up into tight fists hidden by the pockets of his shorts, and walked away before allowing himself to be consumed by feelings that had no right to exist anymore in this situation. Without looking back, he made his way into the room and got into bed, thoughts swarming rapidly.

“Why did I even think she is single? Stupid, I know.”

“Mei is funny, smart and sweet.” Kenma sighed, laying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling. “Her laugh is pure music and that smile she always wears is beautiful. She is .. beautiful ..”

“Did I assume she is single because of the video games? Why would that be a problem for anyone?”

“Of course Mei’s not single! One look is all one needs to realize that would be impossible. Why didn’t I see it?”

“And she is dating Osamu.” Kenma groaned at the thought. “The tolerable twin. If it would’ve been the other one maybe I would’ve had a chance. Who could possibly tolerate Atsumu Miya? Osamu on the other hand ..”

“He kissed her. It seemed to be with care and soft. He really does like her.”

“What do I even hold against him? Osamu is tall, well built, an exceptional player, looks really good compared to other boys and is nice all the time.”

Frustration bubbled to the surface, Kenma grabbing the pillow from under his head and throwing it at the other end of the room before listening to how it fell to the floor with a quiet thud. Palm resting on the chest, the only thing he wished for was for the heartbeats to calm down, to stop their erratic rhythm, wanting nothing more than to move on. There were 5 days left of the training camp, including this one, and he needed to find a solution, a balance that won’t keep him out of the game.

“Alright.” Kuroo spoke while walking inside the room, not even knocking as he came closer, towering over him. “You like her.”

“No.” Kenma pouted slightly, averting his gaze.

“You do and there is nothing you can do about it.” his best friend bluntly continued. “Will you sulk for the rest of the camp?”

“Yes.” Kenma replied, wincing at how quickly the admittance came.

“So you do like her.” Kuroo grinned, sitting next to him and noticing how the jaw muscles tensed at the words.

“She is nice.” Kenma sighed, turning to be met with the stupidest smirk he had ever witnessed before. “I’m not talking to you.”

“Alright, sorry.” Kuroo took a deep breath, adopting a serious expression, wishing to not crumble under the heaviness of his pride - Kenma was crushing on a girl, how about that? “True, Mei is really nice.”

“Smart and sweet.” Kenma mumbled, unable to believe the discussion happening right now. “Likes video games.”

“Now it makes a lot more sense.” Kuroo nodded, wanting to truly help in any way possible. “This is the first time in which you found your person.”

“My .. person?” Kenma frowned, not really on the same wavelength.

“Yes.” Kuroo answered with a shrug. “That specific one that fits you in the most perfect way, seems almost too perfect. Both share the same interests, mold together as if made for each other, there’s that fuzzy feeling all over, and, yet, there is a line that cannot be crossed.”

“Oh.” Kenma’s eyebrows shot up, a lot more interested in what his friend had to say.

“Unfortunately, in between you and Mei there is Osamu.” Kuroo pointed out, head cocked to the side. “As much as I tend to believe that your crush turned into something more, I have to ask - Why sulk and miss your chance at having such a great person in your life?”

“You mean .. be friends?” Kenma asked, eyes darting to the floor, teeth nipping at the inner cheek. “How?”

“This type of person tends to become one of the greatest friends one can have.” Kuroo answered with a small smile. “There is never an easy way out of what you feel. Usually, you have to bear through it and see the bright side of it.”

“How will I stop having feelings if she is my friend?” Kenma frowned, something not quite making sense just yet.

“With time.” Kuroo stated simply. “Time tends to have a resolve for anything.”

“Time, huh?” Kenma whispered, fingers playing with the material of the cover he sat on. “I- .. I’ll try.”

“Who knows?” Kurro grinned. “Maybe the tables will turn in your favor.”

“That’s not helping.” Kenma rolled his eyes, dropping back on the bed, all sprawled on it.

“We’ll see.” Kuroo chuckled while standing up. “I have to get back. Come back for the afternoon practice?”

“Sure.” Kenma nodded briefly, defeated even, gaze poking holes into the ceiling yet again.

“Congrats on your first crush!” Kuroo cheered, leaving the room before his friend could reply.

“I DID IT!” Mei cheered, falling backwards on the grass.

“Not fair.” Kenma mumbled, munching on a watermelon slice. “I told you how to do it.”

“But I passed on to the next level with my own strength.” Mei replied, face turned to look at the boy with a soft smile adorning her features. “Wanna do the next one?”

“Nah.” Kenma shook his head. “You’re better at it than I am.”

“True.” Mei shrugged, letting out a laugh the moment he raised an eyebrow. “What? I’m not humble.”

“Clearly.” Kenma smiled before resuming eating.

After the conversation he had with Kuroo, he took a deep breath, took a nap and returned for the afternoon practice, the first thing done being to allow Mei to check that there was no longer a fever in sight. She flinched yet again when he leaned into her touch, relaxing quickly after and smiling at the gesture. The next few days passed with Kenma clumsily attempting to view the girl as a simple friend, dividing his time between the team and hanging out with her - not staring as long as he used to, not focusing as much on her as he would usually do and avoiding witnessing as much as he could the display of various affections Osamu showered her in.

That did not mean that Kenma’s blood was not rushing at the same speed whenever Mei would grab his hand or hug him after a good set. That did not mean that his heartbeats were less erratic whenever she wanted to spend time only with him, alone. That did not mean that the pangs of pain, knowing he had absolutely no chance, lessened in intensity, still adoring the way she laughed, blushing whenever she would push the hair off his face by saying “why would you hide those pretty eyes?”.

However, with each passing day, it became more bearable, allowing himself to accept the fact that he would rather have Mei in his life in one way or the other rather than cutting her off for something that was not even her fault to begin with. Kenma went through each stage of anger, pain and disappointment that could possibly exist, realizing that he played some of the most fierce games against Inarizaki in this training camp than ever before.

Was it because his frustration had to be spilled somewhere? Probably.

Was it because he could see Mei watching his every move? Absolutely.

The simple, yet so sweet, cheer that erupted from her whenever he would do something beyond anyone’s expectation was something he looked forward to every single day.

“YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE OUR TEAM MANAGER!” Atsumu snapped one day, slamming his foot against the polished floor in the same way a child would do in a candy store when refused a lollipop. “ON OUR SIDE!”

“Instead of acting like a jilted lover, you should take notes Miya.” Mei responded, arms crossed against the chest, eyebrow raised at the audacity of the not-so-tolerable twin.

It was probably the first time every single person in the room saw Kenma laughing, genuinely, both teams joining in after the shock wore off, with Atsumu pouting, sitting cross-legged on the ground and refusing to play anymore. With chaos ensuing at such a statement, Mei and Kenma caught each other’s gaze through the net, soft smiles adorning both, not looking away for a few minutes, each with their own set of thoughts about the other. Kuroo tapped his shoulder - “We’re starting, lover boy.” - and he tore his gaze away from the girl that taught him more about himself than anyone ever managed to.

“You got everything?” Shinsuke Kita, Inarizaki’s captain, asked while looking around, handing Kuroo the only backpack left he found on the ground - their last day on the camp ending.

“We did.” Kuroo replied, hand all stretched out. “Thanks.”

“Let’s meet up soon in a real match.” Kita shook his hand, both staring at each other with polite smiles that hid determination.

“KENMA!” Mei called, rushing down a set of stairs while holding a small package.

“Mei?” the boy asked, eyes wide open while walking towards her, meeting at a safe distance from his nagging best friend.

“This is for you.” she smiled, handing him the package. “I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s my favorite game!”

“You didn’t have to.” Kenma whispered in surprise, staring at the beautifully wrapped up gift before blushing brightly. “But I- .. uhm .. I didn’t ..”

Out of nowhere, Mei pulled him into a hug, arms tightly locking around his neck, bodies completely flushed together as he felt his head exploding at the occurrence. Trembling from head to toe, Kenma swallowed harder than ever, face burning as all the blood rushed into his cheeks, all the suppressed feelings boiling to the surface in an instant. Clumsily, his arms raised and wrapped around Mei that patiently waited for the hug to be returned, knowing already that this was completely new for the boy. As seconds passed by, she stood into the embrace, waiting as long as it was needed for him to relax, Kenma unable to believe the patience she had with him. The moment his body melted against hers, Mei chuckled.

“You’re an amazing person, Kenma.” she whispered into his ear. “The best I’ve met so far.”

“T-thank you.” Kenma stuttered, unable to stop the trembling of his arms around her. “Y-you .. uhm .. too.”

“Don’t worry that you didn’t get me anything.” Mei followed, cheek pressing against his as she leaned into it. “Meeting you was more than enough.”

“Mei ..” Kenma whispered, surprise splitting across his face.

“And ..” Mei sighed deeply, shifting a bit into the embrace to be even closer than humanly possible. “I know.”

“W-what?” he swallowed, the tremble intensifying. “No idea what ..”

“I know, Kenma.” Mei followed calmly, tightening her arms around him. “And .. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” Kenma gave in, shifting slightly for his forehead to rest on her shoulder. “There is nothing to be sorry for. We met 6 months too late.”

“No one knows but me.” Mei reassured him as if knowing he was afraid of the conversation that might occur with her team, Atsumu being relentless when teasing someone. “I do enjoy having you around. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Me too.” Kenma took a deep breath, coming out shaky and hesitant. “We’ll talk as much as we can.”

Pulling back slightly, both stared at each other, brown pooling into liquid gold, the sun slowly setting over them as the threads of a friendship tied through the feelings of two people that met in different times of their lives were tied even strongly. There was no bitterness or hurt, sadness or regret, but a sincere, simple happiness of both being able to be faced with a person that completed them perfectly - something many search for years and never able to find.

Mei’s heart unexpectedly skipped the first beat since she met the boy, seeing, truly, the way he looked at her - how simple, yet so pure.

Kenma’s heart started beating normally again, the erratic beats that tormented him for a week straight settling into peace, soft smile tugging at his lips feeling how Mei’s own heart boomed into the chest, vibrations being felt as they stayed glued to each other.

“Kenma ..” Mei whispered, pulling him into the final hug that was to serve as a reminder for until they’ll meet again.

“Hey.” he chuckled lightly. “Thank you.”

“Who knows?” Mei smiled, a sadness he was unable to see lacing the usually confident tonality. “Maybe one day.”

“Yeah ..” Kenma replied, squeezing her tighter than ever, memorizing to perfection the moment which every single person around them witnessed. “Maybe one day.”

Both parting from the heartwarming hug, smiles adorned their faces, Kenma turning on his heels and walking towards his teammates while tightly clutching Mei’s gift. After shaking everyone’s hand, Kuroo patted his shoulder with a nod and a sympathetic smile while Kenma turned around one more time. Hands clutched together on her chest, Mei simply stood there, leaning into Osamu as he had his arm around her shoulders, eyes glossy and keeping up the same beautiful, intoxicating smile Kenma fell in love with.

Yes, he now could easily admit that he fell in love for the first time - an experience that brought to the table more than anyone could’ve ever imagined. Kenma smiled back, knowing the tolerable twin would take good care of her.

Until .. maybe .. one day.

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illuminiscentboba · 2 years

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VALENTINES DAY WITH HQ BOYS

feat; hinata, akaashi, suna, bokuto, kita, sakusa, iwaizumi & yamaguchi

a/n; I literally had to rewrite a few of these from scratch because tumblr litr deleted them and duplicated other sections 😍🔥

masterlist & my inbox is open for chatting :)) !! tho I’ll also accept requests <3)

HINATA ೃ he’s already beaming when you open the door. ‘BABE!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY’ he exclaims, resting the flowers on the top of the drawer before enveloping you in a hug. he drives you two to a carnival and you guys go on a bunch of rides, play games and when you guys get hungry, he skips over to the car to produce a picnic basket. He’s been through several trials and error, working hard and ignoring the concerned and dubious expressions of his sister and with input from his mom, he managed to put together a cute bento and freshly sliced fruits and snacks. he feeds you chocolate strawberries, and the contents are heart shaped and adorable like his smile.

SAKUSA ೃ he presents you with a heart shaped box, smiling down at you through his fringe as you gasp at the beautiful linked hearts ring he’d purchased for Valentine’s Day. when you eagerly put it in, he tilts his own hand at you. He’d got you two cute matching rings. he’s smiling like an idiot when you tell him how much you like it and he tried to play it off causally claiming that he just thought about you when passing by the jewelry store but in reality spent more than an hour looking at different rings, many that didn’t seem perfect enough for someone as special as you. He’ll take you to this classy looking bakery that makes amazing pastries and when the chilly, February winds hit you in the way there, he’ll wrap you up in his large, warm coat that you return to him on the way back because he’s shivering even with the layers.

AKAASHI ೃ he surprises you with breakfast in bed, and light butterfly kisses as he mumbles a deep “good morning, love” followed by a small yawn from getting up early to prepare things. he spends the rest of the day with you on a walk through the park, buying you and himself ice cream as you guys make your way over to the empty park benches to chat and eat. He wanted to spend a chill but fun day with you and there are still more surprises to come like the chocolate and the book you’ve had your eyes on wrapped up at home. he’s been looking forward to a day to just spoil you with love and so it was convenient when Valentine’s Day had come into view.

IWAIZUMI ೃ who half didn't care much about valentines day but thought carefully about what you would like. He decides on a romantic dinner, knocking on the door to pick you up. He'd brought a box of chocolates and another gift he made you promise to open for later. He was all dolled up, a fancy hanker chief sticking out of his breast pocket and his hair poking out less wildly with the help of minimal gel, offering you an arm with an amused smile on his face. When you guys returned home, you played the song he associated with you as he laid down across the sofa. He groaned as you laughed, making his way over to you in mock reluctance, wrapping his arms around your waist with a fond smile as you two began to slow dance in the kitchen

BOKUTO ೃ holds up a stuffed bear plush holding a heart accompanied by cheerful “happy Valentine’s Day, baby!!” the moment he walks in. he’ll take you out to this nearby fair and you guys watch performances, compete against each other and the way he beams at you when you present him with a dog plush holding a rose in between its mouth that you won makes you even prouder of the win and to make him happy. but not as proud as bokuto to show off how cool and cute his s/o is and the prize to kuroo and the boys. he manages to win you a huge oversized bear, which he carries for you, leaving you with three bears (him included) to handle with love and care.

KITA ೃ hid a love letter behind his back as he handed you a boquet of red, pink and purple roses, smiling down at you warmly. He'd brought with him some fresh flowers and some fruit and vegtables that he grew himself, picking out one flower with a beautiful bud and weaving it into your hair, murmuring a soft, 'happy valentines day, darling' as he planted a kiss at the crown of your head. he was originally planning on taking you out to dinner but after how busy and tired you were during these past few weeks, he decided to cook you dinner and a sweet home date. Later into the evening he offers to take you out for a night drive which you do, happy to be out of the house and to spend more time with him. And there was nothing that made him happier.

YAMAGUCHI ೃ decorated his living room in valentines day decor, a little too excited to give you the well done homemade chocolate he made for you. You couldn't help but smile at the gift. It was a throwback to the time several years ago where you had been looking forward to heading to his house after school to eat the left over batter only for him to hand you a fancy box of choclate with the chocolte he worked hard on inside. He ordered takeout as you made your way to the living room, smiling even wider when you noticed the prepared movie on his tv. It was the one you have been waiting to watch for a while. You guys settle on the couch and cuddle throughout the movie, as he smiles up at you when you play with his hair.

SUNA ೃ he shows up at your house with only those cute candy hearts, offering to feed them to you (because he’s annoying like that) and when you roll your eyes at him, he goes ‘just kidding, I’ll be right back.’ and when he returns you stand frozen in place at the bouquet of red roses in one arm and the large heart shaped photo collage, studded with lights around the perimeter, special moments you two have shared and photos you didn’t remember him taking if the two of you cover its surface. when he got closer, you noticed a few where you were smiling really big and a few of his huge amused smiles and caught in mid laughter. ‘cat got your tongue, babe?’ ‘I’m more surprised that you remembered the date, rinnie.’ he chuckles as you let him in, ‘I’d never forget Valentine’s Day, maybe your birthday but forgetting Valentine’s Day? that would be out of the question.’

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pufflocks · 3 years

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Hc's of kuroo, aone, atsumu & iwaizumi reacting too their male s/o's cute whimpers? Honestly boys who whimper make me just.. 💀 * me saying that as someone that whimpers

Summary: I honestly think about this every so often. Something about whimpering s/o's is just so cute. Weather its SFW or NSFW. Seeing them quiver near you is so heartwarming and beautiful. Top or bottom whimpering is A+. Also ty for my first Headcanon request. You might just get your own anon or sum cuz- 💛

Warnings: NSFW { Whimpering } • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader, Kuroo, Aone, Atsumu, Iwaizumi

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♧ Kuroo -> Grinding against each other in the early morning is always something you both did to wake the other up. Legs always somehow tangled together like vines and the blanket barely hanging off your king sized bed. Humming as you rub your eyes from slumber, you instinctively snuggle closer to your tall boyfriend. His body heat and ember scent engulfing you like a flame as you slowly moved your growing morning wood to his front. Small hums and "Mmm.."'s escaping your chapped lips as you sped up your pace. Your member completely hard at this point and peeking for attention. "Ah..- baby..~" You didnt attempt to cover your mouth as you dragged your into the body beside you. Your constant movement waking the noir being from his slumber. "Hmm.." He hummed as he gripped your hips, pulling you closer to his body as he let you rut pathetically. "Shhh.. baby. Rut it out and cum for me." With that, your body spasms and shakes as you jolt and whimper in his broad chest. Your breath evening out as slumber washes over you. "There you go my handsome boy~"

◇ Aone -> The evenings is where your favorite person come to your house. Aone, your boyfriend would usually come through the door with a slight furrow in his brows. Only settling his "grrr face" immediately because, well, you were also his favorite person too. "Bunny boy you're back !" You teasd. You were the only one who could call him that so he shoved his irritation somewhere else. Your boyfriend walked to through the door almost immediately getting tackled by his lover. "Come, I wanted to try something today." Aone knew what you meant by "try". He still followed you down the hall regardless. "Sit please." He sat. Your smile on your face was toothy as you eagerly sat on his lap. Kissing his face promptly before slowly grinding down. The friction not only shocked the white haired male, but made his pants bulge only after 3 minutes of doing your inticing ministrations. "Y/n.." He huffed as his pants got uncomfortable. Although you weren't listening as you yourself was focusing on your hips rolling in a hypnotizing motion. "Aone- Aone- I feel you.." You smirked lopsidedly as you went slower to feel his imprint, your own dick twitching in your trousers. This didn't go past your quiet boyfriend as he gripped your hips, not harshly of course, and started to press your ass firmly against his pelvis. You slowly went limp in his arm as you whimpered how close you were. "Y-yeah..?" He asked. How cute he was when trying to be dominant. You nodded frantically as your orgasm washed over you. His face grew red at the whimpers and hums of satisfaction coming through your lips. "Pretty." He whispered. Dazed expression plastered right on his face looking at his lover slowly fall in an easy slumber. You both laid down after.

♡ Atsumu -> It was nothing new. Your whimpers were always heard in some shape or form around your boyfriend. Whether you were upset he was being a douche hiding your stuff, or the classic fact of simply grinding deep in you. During sex with Atsumu, he would let loose and usually is the main one heard. You were heard, yes, but his growls and grunts hushed your own pathetic pants and moans. Today was different though. He wanted to take it slow. Enjoy you. You were kinda struck that he actually, first in never, wanted to have soft core sex. Sliding in and out of you with soft caresses on your bare chest. "Feel me, babe ?" He had pressed softly on your stomach where the bulge of his dick. The slow pace finally got to you completely when he laid sideways. His breath was faint on the hairs of your neck. The edge you had could make you shed a few tears as how skillfully he brushed on the nerves deep inside you. Your own cock was leaking on your thigh as he hushed praises on how fucking handsome and hit you seemed. That he should go this slow more often. "Babe- fuck, please go a bit faster." Your whimpers fell on lost ears as Atsumu's head was promptly nestled in the crook of your neck. He was far gone, only taking in all you had from your body with loving strokes to your body.

♤ Iwaizumi -> First time he probably heard you whimper was when you rode him reverse cowgirl in the locker rooms. It was just after a successful game and after everyone had left the lockers he took it upon himself to get his dick wet. "Fuck, Y/N.. Thank you for being here in this win." He praised. You were giving very alluring ruts with your hips, wearing his sweat covered Jersey. It was a hell of a big turn on for him. Him seeing his handsome boyfriend wearing anything that was his was such a turn on. It barely draped over your ass giving him a sight of one of favourite eye candies — along with seeing you writhe in the moonlight on a late Saturday night. "Haji, haji-," you whimpered. You were desperate for release since the new position rubbed you exactly the right way. "Gonna cum, babe ? Come for me." With that, you let lose as he sneakily jacked the last drops out of you. He came straight after from the sight in front of him. "You did good out there, Haji." You were now turned facing him as you both cuddled in the after glow. "I was tryin' to impress my number 1 fan."

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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hey wifey i’m thinking of nerdy college bf kuroo who walks u to every lecture then sprints across campus to get to his own on time (after getting a little kiss kiss first)

sobsobsosb it's 12:33 am why would you do this to me

kuroo is a liar.

he insists on walking you to your class even though his starts a little earlier. he'll never admit that though. you tell him to go on ahead and that you'll make it to class in one piece but as soon as you press send you hear a knock on your door. his face lights up as you swing the door open, eyes crinkled into little crescent shapes behind his thick rimmed glasses. his backpack is thrown over his shoulder, a hand clutching the strap, his hair more unkempt than usual due to the early morning hours—it usually evens out to an acceptable level of floof on its own as the day progresses.

you take your leisurely time ordering coffee and strolling around campus, talking to your boyfriend about your workload and upcoming tests. you don't notice how jittery and hastily he's prancing around you because he's late, and he can't say anything because he lied about his schedule. so he had to endure your indecisiveness at the coffee shop only to order the same damn thing and the way you stopped every five blocks to pet the stray cats around campus. barely seven people are in your classroom when you arrive but he shoos you to go inside. yet, he doesn't let go of your hand when you try to step in. you glance back at him over your shoulder and he stands there with a pleading look and pouted lips.

chuckling, you take a huge step closing the distance and cup his cheek in your hand, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose then his lips. he melts into your touch for a moment, waits for you to turn around, and bolts to the opposite direction to his own class which definitely didn't start 20 minutes ago.

#—out of spite; gwen #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #hq x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro fluff

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sophiemess · 3 years

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THINGS THEY MISS

pairing(s): oikawa, sakusa, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma. akaashi, kita, & iwaizumi x gn! reader

tags: implied death angst, no happy ending, gender neutral reader

warnings: reader is implied to be dead so don’t read if that causes you discomfort

wc: 1014

a/n: is this even sad? i'm so desensitized to reading my own angst that idk how sad this is. anyway i thought i would compensate for last night's mediocre writing by writing my specialty, death related angst. in case you don't know how much i love writing it, i did this in less than 12 hours. please send in angst requests i'd have so much fun with them

tw: reader is implied to be dead so if that causes you discomfort probably don't read

OIKAWA misses your eyes. He misses everything about them, from the color to the way they always sparkled whenever you looked at him. He longs to see the beautiful shade in them, to see the shape, even to see their quirks in the way they twitched or creased. Because when Oikawa wraps himself in your blanket at night and sobs, trying to drown in your scent, he feels as if the only thing that can console him is your eyes. But he knows that he’ll never see them again, so his cries are unwavering. SAKUSA misses your hands. He misses your fingers, your nails, the texture of your palm, whether it was soft or callused. He misses the way your fingers tussled with his curls, and he used to huff at you in childish grumpiness when you did, but now he would kill just to feel your hands playing with his hair again, even for one minute more. He laments the fact you’ll never feel your hands caressing his face before you kiss him. He took your hands and everything about you for granted because now you’re gone. And because you’re gone, Sakusa sits in his half-empty bed and stares out the window at the moon outside and rambles off endless apologies. To you, to himself, and to whoever will listen. TSUKISHIMA misses your taste in music. Music was always the thing you bonded on in your relationship, and now he’s got a million playlists that remind you of him. He still has the playlist you made for him on your last anniversary, thirty songs that reminded you of him, and he still cherishes it even though the title is meant to tease him. He reads its caption over and over again, I’ll always love you, Kei, even if you’re annoying!, and he somehow manages to smile even though tears are threatening to spill from his eyes and his breaths are hitching. He misses letting you take one of his earbuds and listening to music together until it’s pitch black outside and you both were a tangled mess of limbs in your bed. Because Tsuki can only listen to songs by himself now, and he doesn’t think there was ever a thing worse. KUROO misses your scent. There’s still a half-empty bottle of soap in the shower next to his things, the soap that belonged to you because he can’t bring himself to get rid of it. He holds onto your favorite hoodie when he sleeps, and he’s even tried to wear it once, and whether it fits or not, he’s glad that he tried. On the days where he swears he’s never felt worse pain in his life, he sits in the shower and holds your soap to his nose and sobs because he knows that you’re gone, and God the things he would do to embrace you for another hour. Another minute. Another second. KENMA misses your teasing. He used to say he’d hate it, that he’d do anything to get you to stop, but really he thought that if you suddenly stopped teasing him one day, he’d be majorly upset about it. Because even though he was the one getting poked at, it was you doing it, and you always had the best way of doing it. He misses your condescending head pats because he knows you only meant it out of pure love. And he especially misses the commentary you’d offer on his games, sarcastic or genuine. Kenma doesn’t cry anymore about you; he’s passed that stage. But Kenma feels torn apart, and that might be even worse. AKAASHI misses your mouth, and he above all misses the words and endless excitement that used to pour from it. He’d do anything to see your smile again because, God, did he love your smile. And Akaashi was usually a quiet person, so he loved to hear you speak to fill the silence. He’d listen to whatever you talked about, no matter how rambling or stupid your words were because they were coming out of your mouth. He loved and forever will love your lips that he kissed a million times, but even then you two had grown to appreciate a small moment of intimate silence between each other. But now that you’re gone, Akaashi hates the silence more than he ever has. It reminds him that once he had you, but now he doesn’t anymore, and as he looks at the city below on the balcony, he wonders if there was anything he

could’ve done. KITA misses your sense of humor. He was always entranced with how it seemed you could lighten up any situation to the perfect amount, and you always knew how to cheer him up when he wasn’t feeling his best. And your laugh? God, don’t even get him started on your laughter. He’d move the Earth if it meant getting to hear your angelic laugh just one more time. Now Kita can only remember the jokes you made and maybe laugh at the memories every once in a while. But then he remembers you, the person who made all the jokes and loved him, and the smile on his face disappears just as quickly as it appeared. IWAIZUMI misses your arms. It was never about your strength relative to his, or at all, but he loved feeling your arms wrap around his torso and pull him close to you. And if there was a word to describe the sheer emptiness he feels when his tired body hits the mattress after a long day, only to discover that you aren’t there, he would use it a million times over. His hands constantly wander over his sides because he misses the comforting, reassuring feeling that came when you did it. Iwaizumi valued every second he had with you, and now those memories are the only thing he has left. It hurts, but the only thing he can do is stare at the wall and think about how things could’ve been different.

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happy valentine's day!!! i'd like to participate in your event! can i order a box with wrapping paper? and with dark chocolate (akaashi) in oval shape? and for fillings i'd like marshmallow and raspberry creme! thanks a lot!!

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Thank you for this incredible request!!

I decided to try my luck with reverse comfort!! I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

(Okay ouchie I hate making him be sad lmao.)

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Keiji knew that what he was seeing was merely a dream and nothing else… right? It couldn’t be real. The way Kuroo looked at him with nothing but pure remorse, the way that his sweet little bow-tie had his neck in a choke hold, the way that another man just swept you off your feet…

Now? He was at his own wedding, watching his best friend leaving the venue, with you hot on his heels.

Akaashi awoke with a very sudden start. His mouth was dry and his throat was constricted. He couldn’t feel anything except for the tightness in his chest, and the panting breaths he laboriously took.

As tears rushed to his eyes, he began to tremble at the thought.

Did he really lose you to Bokuto?

With a quavering hand, he reached around next to him, expecting to meet your sleeping figure.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t.

His eyes widened as he covered his mouth with one hand.

It was actually quite the opposite. You had awoke a little early and was enticed by the rising sun. So, you decided to make a mug of your favorite warm drink and cuddle up next to the window. Fuzzy blanket and yummy drink? Life was good…

Except, a few quiet noises broke your sense of bliss and heightened your sense of urgency. The noises sounded like labored gasps.

With a furrow of your brows, you placed your drink down on the end table and began to walk towards you and Akaashi’s shared bedroom, pushing open the ajar door.

When you opened it, your eyes locked with Keiji’s wide and tear filled ones. He looked like a lost puppy, absolutely terrified.

You immediately rush to his aid “Keiji? Sweetheart??” you close the door behind you for safe keeping. “Can you hear me, honey?”

Akaashi could only reach out for you shakily, still not convinced you were actually there.

You took his hand and immediately felt remorseful at its shakiness. “Hey… are you crying? My love, can you talk to me?”

You took your lover into a tight hug, pulling his head close to your chest. “I’m right here. Please don’t be scared.”

Keiji broke down in your grasp. His cries were loud and desperate, yet laced with as much relief as a man could muster.

He hadn’t lost you.

Thank the gods.

You rocked your lover in your arms, running your fingers through his hair gently. “Everything will be alright, shhhh.”

“T-thought I… thought I lo-ost you.” He managed to whimper out.

“Oh, my darling. It was just a bad dream. I’ll never leave you, ever.” You replied in a sweet whisper.

Akaashi lifted his head to meet your eye, relieved to see you smiling back at him.

When you wiped his tears away, his worst fears were washed away.

You were here in his most vulnerable moment, and that’s enough for him.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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bakubub · 3 years

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In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

---

Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

---

Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

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wasabito · 3 years

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➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

#bokuaka x reader #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut

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oreosmama · 3 years

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Darling Traps Them in a Room to Escape (Yandere Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

Ushijima and Oikawa Version

Sugawara and Kuroo Version

Tendou and Hinata Version

A/N: Man have I been wanting to write so bad lately. Here’s a lil thingy cuz I’ve really been into the thought of yandere hcs these past couple days. Enjoy!

Word count: 1996

Bokuto Koutarou:

Sobs ring throughout the apartment as you dig through nightstands and other drawers in sight.

“YN please don’t do this to me! Please, please just let me go so we can talk about this!”

A lump formed in your throat as you shuffled through pens and papers faster, hoping, dreaming that you could make a noise loud enough to block out his cries.

For a man who had been serious enough to plan your kidnapping for months, he certainly seemed quite immature when it came to that plan backfiring in any way shape or form.

You’d only been searching for bobby pins for a whopping five minutes and in that time Bokuto's managed to wail his voice to pieces and give you a headache. You’d compliment him on the newfound talent but you felt it would excite him too much.

“Bokuto, shut up will you?” Frustration had you wanting to rip your hair from your scalp, and Bokuto’s constant howling only made the idea more tempting.

You know the words struck a chord when he gasped from within the closet. Silence followed, with only the occasional sniffle to keep you company as you rifled through the bathroom. A small whoop escaped your lips when you located a small package of bobby pins Bokuto had no doubt purchased on your behalf.

A thousand times over did you thank your old habit of boredly watching lock-picking videos on YouTube--who’d have thought it would actually be useful?

“So… you don’t love me anymore. Is that it?”

You sat crouched next to the front door, scratching the rubber ends off the pins when you choked on your own spit at Bokuto’s question.

“I- what?”

“Please, YN, think about what you’re doing.” If his voice earlier had been an elephant, his voice now would be a mouse. Soft, whispered, gentle.

Heartbroken.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while now Bokuto.” You swallow and return your gaze to the lock, pressing the bobby pins into the keyhole with pursed lips. “The only one who hasn’t been thinking about what they’re doing is you.”

“So you’re just gonna leave me here.” Ah, you were wondering when the waterworks would return. “All alone? Did you ever even love me?”

Delusional. The poor boy you had liked in high school was now so, so delusional. Insane enough to kidnap you from your home, and crazy enough to think you had been okay with it. Six months of unreturned affection should have told him otherwise, but it seemed Bokuto was a lost cause all the way around.

You kept your lips tightly shut, focused more on each click of the lock than whatever grief-stricken words were leaving Bokuto’s mouth at the moment.

“You didn’t?” His voice was clogged with unshed tears. “Not even for a moment?”

Maybe once.

“I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you, YN.” His voice returned with a new vigor, quiet all the same and yet with new undertones of will. “I know you feel the same way.”

Slam!

An involuntary squeal left your lips at the sound of the closet’s door tearing away from its hinges, crashing to the ground with an ear splitting bang.

Bokuto stood in the doorway, black and white hair in disarray as an emotion swam in his golden gaze. You couldn’t put your finger on it exactly.

Perhaps it was anger.

No.

Maybe sorrow?

Nope.

It was…

“YN.”

Each step he took toward you matched your heart as it pounded, his legs making quick work of the distance as he bounded toward you. Strong arms yanked you to your feet before pulling you off the floor completely. A hand under your knees and one on your back, Bokuto hauled you bridal style back to his bedroom without so much as a grunt of effort.

The emotion. It was fear.

Pure, unadulterated fear.

Fear made tears trail down his cheeks, made his fingers tremble and twitch as he held you, made his heartbeat so quick you could hear it pulsing next to your ear.

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you, YN.” Back to the bedroom. “I love you too much.” To the same bed you’ve been stuck to for months. “And I know you love me back, baby.”

No matter how much you twisted and struggled in his grip, he still managed to lock the cuffs on each one of your wrists, forcing your arms up and above your head with your legs free and kicking on the mattress.

Not again.

Quickly, Bokuto straddled your legs, restricting their movement while he ran a hand down your face. “I know you love me too,” he whispered once more, dazed eyes taking in your face.

Those two bobby pins sitting just in front of the door, along with the rest of them, would no doubt be disposed of. Knowing the bad memory that came attached to them, Bokuto would have no qualms about burning every last bobby pin on Earth in order to terminate such a reminder.

“No, no,” he shook his head at himself. “I know you love me. But maybe you just need a reminder that I love you, baby.”

His eyes brightened at the thought at the same time yours widened.

“No-”

“Shhh,” he pressed a finger over your lips, a smile now taking over his face. “Was that why you tried to leave? You thought I didn’t love you anymore?”

“Mmm!” You wriggled and shook against your restraints, not willing to acknowledge just how useless the fight was.

“Don’t worry, YN. Of course I still love you!”

His eyes darkened. Then his tongue peeked out to run over his bottom lip.

“But I’ll happily show you that if you still don’t believe me.”

Kageyama Tobio:

Trapping Kageyama in the bathroom was hard. Even harder than you expected.

However, with one swift kick to his behind, he stumbled inside just enough off balance that you could yank the door shut and slip the chair under the knob before he had time to right himself.

“YN!”

Since then, he’s been silent. Or, silently fuming. Every few seconds, you heard a huff or a grunt or a growl. It appeared he was none-too pleased to be locked up.

Huh. Wonder how that feels.

And yet, you could find no devices to help you escape. The only furniture that even seemed strong enough to use as a battering ram was either too heavy to move or was currently stopping your kidnapper from escaping.

Nonetheless, you kept searching.

No keys held in obvious places. No sticks skinny enough to pick the lock. Nothing.

Kageyama wasn’t the only one with a temporary vow of silence--even you knew not to poke the bear during a time like this. Over the last few weeks, you had learned that a silent Kageyama was worse than a loud one.

Right now, he was a ticking time bomb behind closed doors, which meant you had to get out now or never.

Do or die.

Should he somehow escape to get back to you, you had no doubt you were in for some serious payback tonight. Though Kageyama had never laid his hand on you before (even while he held you captive), you had a feeling he would lose that level of restraint once your five minutes of fame were over.

Which meant you had to escape some way or another.

There were no windows in the house that weren’t either barred or made of glass even a bullet couldn’t get through, so those weren’t an option.

The front door… it seemed plausible. Battering ram or not, there wasn’t actually too much to it aside from a lock and chain. Maybe your own brute force was the best way to go.

Pain erupted through your shoulder after the first attempt. Then the second.

Third, fourth, fifth.

Crack!

The hinges began to splinter from top to bottom, and you knew the next hit would be your last.

Stepping back farther this time, you readied yourself for impact before-

“YN.”

Kageyama’s voice, still muffled through the door, was firm and loud.

“I will come after you.”

You stopped in your tracks, gulping at the thought.

“Y-yeah? I’d like to see you try.”

He huffed before you heard a thump.

“Just don’t do anything stupid while you’re out there, okay?”

“You best believe I’m gonna-”

“Be safe, dumbass,” he hissed.

Your heart twinged. Oh.

You wanted to hate him for everything he’s done. You really did. But… you couldn’t find it in yourself to do it. Before, when you were just the average boyfriend-girlfriend couple, things were great. When he started getting more possessive was when you worried, and when he locked you up was when you panicked.

But it was only now that you remembered this was still the boy you loved, to some degree.

“I will… asshole.”

Kozume Kenma:

Kenma was never affectionate.

In fact, he hardly ever touched you. In the soundproof apartment he had you trapped in, he usually minded your space, so much so that you even wondered why he bothered with you in the first place.

Maybe you were going crazy yourself, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. Aside from the occasional forced cuddle or hug, Kenma didn’t ask for anything of you, only that you didn’t leave.

It was some kind of mind game he played with you. When you realized he was manipulating you into breaking away from all of your friends and family, he also realized you noticed.

And so, he locked you up to… just keep you around?

You were sick of it. Done. Tired of the mind games.

So while he finally let you off his lap so he could take his habitual bathroom break from gaming, you shoved his rolly chair under the door and began the search for the key.

If I were a lazy psychopath, where would I keep my keys?

“YN, are you really doing this right now? Come on, I was in the middle of my game.”

Of course that was all he could think about. Standup guy, that one.

“There’s a simple solution to this, Kenma. Just let me go and you can go back to your goddamn video games.”

“YN, I don’t… I didn’t want to let you go just yet.”

“What am I, a dog? You’re a freak, Kenma, just tell me where it is!”

“YN, please, can’t we just talk about this?” His voice was no different than usual, soft-spoken and untroubled as always.

You hated it. It was like he had the situation all under control.

Well, he did but you didn’t like to think about that.

“Kenma, please, can’t you just see this from my point of view? I don’t understand why you keep me trapped here 24/7 for no reason! Can’t you at least tell me why?”

He stayed silent for a second, then you heard a small clink.

A key slid out from under the door, all the way out to the tips of your toes.

Your jaw almost dropped at the sight. That was all it took?!

“...Why?”

Why? Why take you away only to let you go so easily? Why hold you captive only to rarely be around you? Why did he do any of this?

“Because. Because I know someday you’ll come back to me.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because you’ll never be the same after me. And one day you’ll realize the only one who ever really cared about you was me.”

You open your mouth to respond, only to find yourself at a loss.

Without another word, you slip through the door, gripping the key with all your strength.

He’s wrong… isn’t he?

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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first date with their s/o

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, bokuto, nishinoya, kageyama, sugawara, and yamaguchi

kinda basic ideas but i had fun writing these so hopefully you enjoy your first date with ur fav hq boy!

kuroo would take you stargazing, most likely organically, with laying down close to each other on a blanket. he helps guide you through the constellations that he can spot, telling you a little bit about each one. it’s impressive because you never thought the night sky could tell so many stories. it was like he was reading you a book. you ask him how he knows all of it and he responds by pulling you closer, telling you he’s ‘all-knowing.’ he laughs when you shake your head before confessing, “okay, okay. i may have read up a bit on constellations beforehand but..i just wanted to romance you a bit.” his voice is low before he kisses you sweetly under the starry void. “is it working?” you enjoy yourselves so much you end up falling asleep for a bit, but he makes sure a little bit of the blanket is wrapped snug around you so you don’t get cold.

kenma might take you to a park. it may seem very casual but he doesn’t get out much and prefers to sit inside and play his games with you there with him. to him, that’s the perfect date all on its own. but he knows you like to get out every once in a while, so he figures he could as well. it means a lot to you that he would take time to unplug for a bit and lay with you in a secluded area, watching clouds. he actually really gets into trying to name the shapes of odd-looking clouds. he finds a blob shaped one that didn’t have a shape until he said it looked like a fried egg. you laugh but his intuitiveness never ceases to amaze you. he offers to walk you through a hidden path by the park. you agree and go to get up before he catches your arm and asks, “can we lay here for a few more minutes?”

akaashi considers taking you somewhere that you can admire with him, like a museum or art gallery. he eventually lands on a butterfly garden and he does not regret this decision at all. he gets to see the genuine look of joy of your face as you look around and watch the fluttering bugs. he thinks you look so cute when you try to follow several at one time, your eyes moving around quickly, making you almost dizzy. there’s so much to look at and it’s even better when it’s with your favorite pretty boy. he watches as a few butterflies will occasionally land on you, gently stretching their wings. he notes that they seem to really like you and you affirm it modestly as he moves closer to you. they flutter away as he caresses your cheek. “they’re like me. i really like you, too.” then he kisses you softly and it couldn’t be more perfect.

bokuto would take you some place where he can show off for you, so he takes you bowling. it’s not the most romantic or private spot but he enjoys being a little competitive with you. he admits that he sucks at bowling and that you’d probably beat him but he’d still try his very best. he’s amazed as ever when you hit a strike on the very first frame. he makes sure you’re paying attention in case he gets a strike and when he does, he’s just, “didja see that, babe? i got a strike! and i’m coming for ya!” he’ll try to get a kiss as a prize but you give him head pats instead and bargain that he can get one if he wins. so now he’s level 100 super determined. you end up winning both games and he decides that he’s taken enough defeat. he gets kinda slumped about it and it’s easy to see, especially when he asks what you want for winning. you tell him that even though he didn’t win, he can still have a kiss. which, in his mind, means two or three or as many as he can get out of you.

nishinoya would, without a doubt, take you to an all-you-can-eat buffet for your first outing together. maybe it’s not that special because mans will take any chance to stuff his face, but he plans it carefully enough that it lands on one of your busier days when you don’t get too many chances to take a break. it’s a bit of a risk because you can get kinda grumpy when you’re hungry, but the look on your face when he tells you where you’re going was well worth it. he pays for your entry fee and the two of you go absolutely ham, not caring what anyone thinks. and if you’re a little more conservative about what you eat, he’ll encourage you. not in a demeaning way, either. “i like the way you are and wouldn’t change anything but if you do, i hope it’s change that you can be proud of!” and afterwards you tend to your food hangovers by laying in bed (usually with him on top of you).

kageyama takes you to a rival team’s volleyball game. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little disappointed, but you cherish the time you get to spend with him as much as you can. later on he realizes that was probably a stupid move, but the fact that you stuck by him and didn’t complain makes him fall faster and harder for you. he makes sure to explain it all as best he can as he hasn’t been the best about expressing his feelings because really, he has no clue what he is doing. he tries even though he thinks he’s lost his chance so he’s shocked when you say yes. he responds by fumbling over his words when he explains that he doesn’t have anything big planned but wants to take you to a cat cafe. long story short, he feels so lucky to be able to be with someone as kind and beautiful as you.

sugawara could honestly take you anywhere because he’s such a fun-loving sweetheart. he decides to take you to karaoke which, at first, makes you a bit nervous. it’s more of group thing because at least you can casually hide and get out of singing. he offers to sing the first song and even though he knows he’s not great, he still turns it into a lot of fun. and if you’re still shy singing by yourself, he offers to do a duet with you. he picks one of those silly duet love songs and it gets you smiling right away. he’ll dance a little when you’re singing your part which ends up being more laughing and less singing. even though there’s no one else with you, it’s certainly an entertaining sight. once you’re comfortable, you end up shocking the hell out of him by rapping a song so perfectly. he’s so in awe of your duality. you spend a good few hours there, in your own little singing world. you find that another great thing about being the only ones in the small room makes for perfect (even a little spicy) kissy kissy time.

yamaguchi would pick something simple and somewhere where you can’t see the constant blush on his cheeks when he looks at you, so you go to the movies with him. he lets you choose the movie because he knows he’s not going to be paying any attention. he’d rather watch you watch the movie and how the minimal light shines against your face and in your eyes. also your cute expressions and reactions truly make his entire life. he tenses up a bit as you lean against his shoulder but finds himself craving more, cursing the armrest from separating you. he doesn’t want to be blatantly obvious about wanting you closer but lets those thoughts vanish after a few moments. he lifts it up, allowing him to wrap his arm around you as go to cuddle into his side. but first, you press a chaste kiss to his freckled cheek, silently thanking him and making him go red all over again. he ends up resting his head atop yours as he looks at the screen. he’s still not paying attention, he mind completely blank from the nice scent of your hair.

hellooooooo haikyuu night! anyone tryna request sum??

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kiyoors · 2 years

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Give your moots a valentine!!

hnghdld anon i would love to

@izhyperfixates kita ♡ he greets you by the door once you get home with a bouquet of wildflowers that he handpicked from his garden and arranged himself. he wraps you in his arms, and even though he already knows what your answer will be, he can't help but get a little shy as he softly whispers to your skin, will you be my valentine? you feel him smile, lips pressed to the skin of your neck. you're home

@nakizumie iwa ♡ he greets you by the bench in the park where you both met. it was a usual routine of yours, yet this time he carries a warm cup of coffee and a bag with your favorite pastry from the cafe you both liked to frequent with him, too. he pulls you closer to him by your waist, and you're not too sure if the tint across his cheeks is from the cold or from the question that leaves his lips, be mine? it's endearing how the color deepens as you gently nuzzle your nose against his

@nishiannoya shoyo ♡ he's jumpy, and bright, and loud as he runs to hug you tightly when he sees you walking towards him. he's giggly, hands wandering, and kissing every inch of your skin his lips can reach. my baby, he cups your cheeks and laughs when his big hands squish your face, y'know I love you, right? be my valentine? you swear you've never seen him shine brighter than when you say yes

@bfbkg suna ♡ he picks you up in his car, quiet but eyes bright. you drive out until the edge of town, and by nightfall there's a full starry sky on display for you both to admire. mostly, though, he's admiring you. a rare smile plays on his lips when you catch his stare, be my valentine, yeah? his hand rests on the skin of your thigh as he drives you back home later that night

@sakusins omi ♡ you wake up to the smell of breakfast and coffee brewing, only to see a shirtless sakusa sitting on your bedside, curls messy and milky skin glowing in the morning light. you sigh and close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his calloused fingers running through your hair. i made you pancakes, he says, kissing you once and prompting you to get up, they're... heart shaped. he doesn't need to ask you out loud-- you already know. he smiles as you kiss him in thanks

@kentoangel atsumu ♡ he's humming a soft Spanish melody as you both sway together in the kitchen. you have flour on your cheeks from where his hands had held your face, and you're licking sweet, pink frosting off of his lips. say, angel, he'll murmur once your lips part ways, ya wanna be my valentine? you wouldn't really have it any other way

@nekomamiiz kuroo ♡ the room smells of him and roses. the feel of his naked chest pressed to your back, his lips at your neck, lulls you to sleep. there's a cute stuffed animal hidden in his side of the closet and a set of matching, red string bracelets. do yo believe in soulmates? he quietly asks your sleeping form, I hope you do, sweetheart, cause I think you're mine. little does he know you heard sweet bells ring at your ears the first time you saw him.

@duino oikawa ♡ his lips are pouty as he whines for you to go cuddle him at the couch, and once you're near enough, he pulls you down to lay on top of him. its a mess of limbs and soft laughter, and the gentle brush of his fingers across the apples of your cheeks has you meeting his eyes. do you want a kiss? your eyes sparkle and you nod your head yes as you inch forward, lashes brushing your cheeks. it's only until your lips are met with a soft foil wrapping instead of the familiar warmth of his own that you open your eyes. he's giggling before you as he holds a chocolate against your mouth. I'll give you a real one now, promise

@txmxkis osamu ♡ he has a hold of your hand inside the pocket of his coat as you both walk through the chilly night. rows of string lights hang above you and laughter can be heard coming from a nearby bar. he wants to hold on to this forever, keep the memory of your skin glinting under the moonlight safe in his heart. please be mine, he whispers to your temple, soft and tender. I already am, you say

@akeijies akaashi ♡ he hums as he presses soft kisses to your knuckles, the tips of your fingers, the dip of your palm, the inside of your wrists. his hands encompass yours, warming them. he gives you a gentle smile, eyes trailing down the carding you wear— his cardigan. my love, he says, i want to spend forever with you

#ahhh anon thank you for this!!!#this was so so fun #please forgive me if I missed anyone !#I would not be living up to the valentine girl title if I didn't give my moots a valentine now would I?#tehe I hope these are okay :)#asks 💌#anons my beloved

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nepenthendline · 3 years

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hiiii! i saw you were doing the mini event and i’d love to be apart if it! ok so i’m not totally sure how to request this but i’m just gonna go for it lol. so imagine (just pick any of them) kuroo, ushi, sakusa, or aone (can you tell i have a type) and they see their cute lil wife making cookies or something and singing and all they think is: “i’m gonna put a baby in her🧍‍♂️” and they walk up behind her, wrap their arms around her, and QUE THE SMUT (size and breeding kink go BRRR)

anyways i’ve got SO MANY ideas rn lol but if this is something you’re uncomfortable with or if i did this wrong, please ignore it!! thank you so much🤍

Size and breeding kink - Aone

A/N: hhhhhhhhh you’re gonna kill me, this is all I want stop, also I picked aone because... its aone

Aone:

Aone arrived home from work, although you didn’t greet him at the door with a kiss like usual. Instead he heard your voice call from the kitchen with a ‘welcome home’. Taking off his shoes and jacket, he made his way into the kitchen. Each step closer brought a stronger, sweet scent, mixed with the quiet music that played.

Rounding the corner, he saw you dressed in a messy apron, covered in flour, and swaying your hips to the beat. The kitchen was littered with bowls, ingredients and measuring cups, as well as the tray in front of you that was starting to fill up with cookies that you moulded in your hands.

He couldn’t take his eyes of the way your small, soft palms shaped the pliable dough, or how your fingers flexed each time you grabbed a new handful from the bowl. The balls of cookie dough seemed so small compared to what he was used to seeing you handle and grip.

Aone bit down on his lip as he watched you turn your head to send him the sweetest of smiles, almost as sugary as the treats you were baking. His mind was flooded with thoughts of you nesting the house as you prepared for a baby, or how you would bake cookies and pancakes for him and your future children. You looked so cute in your apron, but would it look even cuter if it was stretched out over your growing, round tummy?

Taking a few, large steps forward, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bend down to press a kiss to the top of your head. His hands could fit over the majority of your stomach since you were so much smaller than him, and his thick arms had you completely trapped to his chest.

He was never usually too forward when it came to his neediness for you, but right now all he could think about was filling your tummy with his child, his cum. Brushing your hair to one side, he dragged kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, reviling in the way your shivered against his touch. You let out a little giggle as his fingers danced over your skin on your waist,

“Are you feeling a little needy, baby?” You asked, turning around in his hold and resting your hands on his broad chest. With flushed cheeks he nodded, leaning down to kiss you gently.

“Mhm, wanna fill you up,” he muttered against your lips. Even though his cock was strained in his jeans and his mind was racing over you, he was still so delicate when he held you or kissed you, as if you would break.

His hands shook ever so slightly as he helped untie the apron from your back, and he only broke the kiss to pull it off, along with ridding you of your trousers and underwear. One hand left your waist and trailed down to your folds, dragging a finger across them to smear your wetness. One thick finger prodded at your entrance, sliding in with a slight stretch and pulling a moan from you.

He continued to kiss you as his hand worked at your core at a steady pace, building up your release but never fast enough to reach your high. He loved having his fingers deep in your pussy, or getting his face soaked as you rocked over his tongue, but he needed his cock in you immediately - he told himself he’d make it up to you next him.

You whined at the emptiness, clenching around nothing to feel some sort of friction, but that quickly changed to a squeak of surprise when he lifted you by your thighs and laid you down on the kitchen table. Wasting no time, he pulled his thick cock from his trousers, pumping it a few times before lining it up to your pussy. With one look to meet your eyes, he silently asked for your approval, to which you nodded and gripped his arm, preparing for what was to come.

He stared intensely as his dick stretched out your cunt, filling you well as you clenched tightly around him. No matter how many times you took him, it was always a tight fit - a perfect plug to keep all of his cum inside you.

His body bent over you as he pounded into your pussy, blocking the light from above with his size. You looked so desperate, so vulnerable beneath him, and a groan was ripped from his throat at the thought of being the only one to take care of you like this.

One hand moved to your stomach, fingers spread out over your entire lower torso and kneading at the flesh. He could feel the small bulge in your tummy every time his hips thrusted forward, driving him crazy. If he came enough in you he knew that bulge would stay for him to admire whenever he desired.

“‘M gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you so full, so round baby,” he murmured in your ear between groans. His deep voice alone has you whining and clenching around his dick, trying to force his cum into you. “Wanna see you with a big, beautiful tummy.”

His face and neck were stained with red as he gasped, unable to hold out any longer. Thick ropes of his cum lined your walls as his cock twitched, and the warm fullness was the trigger to send you into your own orgasm. Your back arched off of the table, supported by one of his large hands as your body spasmed around him.

After your fuzzy sight came back to focus, you watched him panting above you, trying to catch his breath while still towering over your body. He bent his neck down, placing a passionate yet soft kiss on your lips, before burying his head by your throat. Your hand lifted to run through his hair, trying to tame it somewhat and settled on his shoulder.

“You can take it out now y’know? We can go cuddle on the sofa or take a bath together,” you murmur, too tired to put much effort into it. But you felt him shake his head against your neck.

“Need to stay here for a bit longer, gotta make sure my cum doesn’t go to waste.”

#*nervously giggles*#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyū!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu smut #Aone takanobu #aone takanobu x reader #Aone x reader

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kythed · 3 years

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I have a fic request for Kuroo! A childhood friends to lovers situation based off the song Take my Hand by Picture This! (Just a cute song that has been haunting me because Kuroo ❤️)

I have been through and stalked your blog and I love it! I also saw the ficmas prompt list and I’m looking forward to requesting those too!

I hope this is okay and thank you so much! Your stuff is a joy to read! ❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨

take my hand

kuroo tetsurou x reader

hope you enjoy <3

five.

“You’re my best friend,” he tells you, swallowing the heart that keeps straining to burst from his throat, to lay itself at your feet in all its humiliating devotion. “Of course I love you.”

And he does love you, he reassures himself, letting you walk ahead of him. Just not in the way you think he does. He struggles to keep his eyes above your waistline, tearing his gaze from the hem of your skirt and pointedly pinning it to the back of your head, where your hair is loosely tied with a glossy silk ribbon. His efforts succeed for nearly thirty seconds before he again finds his eyes tracing their way down your neck, down your back, down to the arch of your waist and the flare of your hips, relishing the curve of your--

Damn it. He abruptly stops in his tracks, rubbing his eyes until he sees only stars. (Maybe if he rubs his eyes with enough vigor he’ll stop noticing things he shouldn’t notice while looking at his best friend.)

“Tetsu,” you say, turning around with a laugh. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly, blinking hard.

He’s not fine.

four.

Life is painful when you’re in love with your oldest, dearest friend. Let Kuroo Tetsurou be the first to testify that when you’ve grown up with someone your entire life, when you’ve made the long, tedious trek from diapers to graduation gowns with them, it feels almost sinful to find yourself slipping into daydreams about pressing that person against your wall, about hearing them whisper your name on soft linen sheets, about kissing them breathless and glassy eyed until the sun plunges beneath the horizon with a brazen wink.

He hates himself for staring at you and hoping to catch you staring back. He hates himself for letting your words wash over his head, unheard, in favor of watching the way your lips curve and curl when you speak.

Most of all, he hates himself for loving you so fiercely in a particular way that would surely sour your stomach and send you running.

“I love you too,” you say, waiting for him to catch up and fall into step beside you. You take his hand and lace your fingers with his as you make your way up the street to your house. The windows glow a domestic orange, dimly illuminating the patch of asphalt before your front door.

It’s nearing seven now-- the gentle clinking of silverware and some sort of faint, savory scent from within inform you of dinner’s impending commencement.

“I know,” he says, cracking a crooked smile. You roll your eyes as he brushes a mocking kiss over your knuckles. “I’m hard to hate.”

three.

Most of the summer passes uneventfully, according to Kuroo’s standards. He manages to keep himself in check, even as he spends each and every day with you, dawn til dusk, savoring your presence the way a starving man savors his last ration.

He manages to treat you almost exactly as he’s treated you his entire life-- like a best friend. He tells his silly jokes that make you giggle and groan simultaneously. He pushes you off the pier when you least expect it, howling with laughter as you resurface, sputtering and flinging fiery invective. He shares an earbud with you as he walks downtown with you by his side, arm slung over your shoulder with carefully calculated composure.

He almost makes it to autumn without incident.

The small, hidden moments are what gives him away, though, layered within false nonchalance and easygoing grins like brightly painted matryoshka.

The way his chest constricts almost painfully when you laugh at a pun he’s ad-libbed on the spot, sending a flurry of butterflies freewheeling in the pit of his stomach.

“It really wasn’t that good,” he chuckles, tenderly watching as tears of laughter prick at the corners of your eyes and you grip his forearm in an attempt to steady yourself as giggles rack your body.

“No, it wasn’t,” you agree, struggling to catch your breath. “It was awful, and that’s what made it so funny.”

(He makes about a dozen more puns that day, feeling like he’s won the lottery whenever you so much as smile at his pitiful attempts at wordplay.)

The way his hands tremble when you turn around and ask him to tie your bikini string before you jump into the lake, the way he bites his lip so some horribly incriminating comment about how he really thinks you’d “be better off without the bikini at all” doesn’t slip out from his mouth.

“Thanks Tetsu,” you chirp after he ties the string around the back of your neck in a neat double-knot. You give him a wink and take off towards the water, kicking up sand in the process. “Last one in buys lunch!”

(He was already planning on paying anyways.)

The way he sits up a little straighter when you lean over and slip a hand under his arms to press ‘skip’ on his phone while you listen to his playlist-- you’re so close he can smell your lip balm.

“Sorry,” you say, smiling apologetically. “I don’t really like that band.”

(Later that evening, Kuroo goes through his Spotify and deletes every single song from that band he has on all of his playlists.)

Yes, he manages to keep himself in check outwardly. But inside, he can feel himself digging his grave a little deeper with each passing day. He watches the sands of summer run through his fingers with the dread of a man counting down the days to his funeral.

He just knows that one of these days he’s going to slip.

two.

He’s right, of course. There’s only so much emotional torment one person can humanly endure. It’s just that he’s hoping he can extinguish this inconvenient, one-sided flame before August comes around. Maybe then everything can go back to normal, whatever normal might entail.

Needless to say, Kuroo’s hopes are dashed before summer comes to a close.

It’s a sticky July evening when you and he drive out to an empty parking lot at the edge of town, a blanket and an old transistor radio in tow. You’re wearing a pale yellow sundress that falls to just above your knees-- he’s glad it’s not any shorter, and that the breeze isn’t quite strong enough to lift your hem.

“I think I can see Orion’s belt,” you say, pointing towards somewhere far into the cosmos. Kuroo squints, trying to follow your finger.

“I don’t think that’s Orion,” he says. “Looks like a cat to me.”

The two of you are sitting on a blanket spread across the hood of his car, craning your necks to make out vague shapes in the stars. Between you, slow, muffled music trickles out from the radio’s small speakers, some sort of vintage tune from the forties.

“How in the world are you seeing a cat?” You shake your head, giving him a hard poke on the shoulder. “Looks more like a swarm of astral bees than anything.”

“Astral bees,” he repeats with a laugh. “Laziest constellation interpretation I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not lazy,” you protest. “It’s accurate.”

Kuroo just smiles and shrugs, sneaking a glance at you. Your face is bathed in milky starlight, eyes wide as you peer up at the cloudless sky with a blend of wonder and appreciation. There’s some competition, but he thinks this might be the prettiest you’ve ever looked in a single moment.

As if you can feel his stare, you turn to catch his gaze. A gentle smile breaks onto your face, and you absentmindedly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with the endearing shyness of a schoolgirl. “What is it?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he says, mirroring your grin. “You just… look nice right now.”

“No, seriously,” you laugh disbelievingly. “Is there something on my face?”

“I am being serious,” Kuroo insists, fidgeting with the blanket beneath his palms. “You look good. Yellow suits you.”

You flush, glancing down at your dress. You bought it two summers back, and he’s seen you in it a million times before. This is the first summer where he’s really seen you, though. “Well, thank you. It’s a warm night, so I figured I was better off in a dress than pants.”

“Yeah,” he says softly, breaking eye contact to squint up at the stars. He grins and points, finger trembling slightly. “I think I can see where you’re coming from, with the bees.”

one.

A staticky, syrupy waltz comes on the radio, bleeding into the cracks in the comfortable silence. You sigh contentedly, leaning back onto the windshield. “I like this song. It’s… nostalgic.”

Kuroo cocks an eyebrow at you. “You’ve heard this before?”

“No,” you laugh, biting the inside of your cheek. “But it reminds me of times gone by, you know? Like, this is the sort of music I imagine playing when a soldier reunites with his wife after the war.”

“When he comes running out of the train and drops his bags on the platform,” Kuroo continues, watching you carefully, “only to sweep his girl off her feet and spin her around wildly.”

You nod, sneaking a glance at him. “You really know me that well, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says, eyes crinkling with humor. “But I get it, too. It has that old fashioned romance thing goin’ on.”

“Mhm,” you agree. You reach over and fiddle with the radio’s volume, turning it up just enough to round out the sound completely.

Kuroo sits for a moment, watching you close your eyes and hum along to the music. Then, a sudden boldness taking the reins, he hops off the hood and walks over to you, extending his hand. “Take it.”

“What?”

“Take my hand,” he insists, so you do, gingerly placing your palm atop his. “We’re going to dance.”

“Oh, no,” you laugh, nonetheless letting him help you down from the car and resting a hand on his shoulder. He lightly places his own on your waist, leading you out into the parking lot. “You know I can’t dance.”

“I can’t either,” he reminds you. “But I want to dance with you right now.”

As you begin to sway slightly to the music, Kuroo pulls you a little closer to his chest, letting his chin brush the top of your head. “Why are you into that whole idea?”

“What idea?” you ask quietly, letting him lead you in slow circles around the lot.

“The idea of an old fashioned love.”

“Oh,” you say, laughing as Kuroo spins you in his arms, catching you before you stumble. “I’m not sure… maybe because it seems more constant than love today. Like, today, if you tell someone you love them, it’s a compliment, not a promise. But back then, it was a vow. It meant something.”

Kuroo swallows, looking down at you. His heartbeat pounds in his ears, threatening to burst out of his temples. I’m about to do something I might regret.

zero.

“I need you to do something for me,” he says, voice low and thick with caution. “Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Please,” he says, voice breaking. He knows that if he doesn’t do this now, he never will. You look beautiful to him in this moment, dancing with him in the empty parking lot to the faint melody of an old waltz. Your eyes glisten with life, your lips gently parted, hair slightly curling over your cheeks.

You roll your eyes once but nonetheless close them obediently, relying a little more on his arms to steady you. He swallows. “Okay. So, imagine we’re living in the 1940s.”

“Okay,” you say, smiling slightly. “I’m imagining.”

“Imagine I enlisted in the war, and I just got back home. Imagine you’re waiting for me at the train station.”

“Mhmm,” you say, trying your best to envision the platform. “You look good in that uniform, Tetsu.”

He chuckles. “I look good in anything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, squeezing his hand. “Get on with it.”

“Imagine I come sprinting out from the train and you’re waiting there with open arms. This song is playing on the platform speakers. I ask you to dance just like we are now.” Kuroo watches you grin, feeling his heart flutter. “Then, imagine I tell you something.”

Unconsciously, you shift closer to him, almost pressing your body flush to his. A breath hitches in his throat. “What do you tell me?”

He leans down, brushes his lips against your ear. “I love you.”

You open your eyes, head cocked, slight confusion cloaking your features. “You mean, like…?”

Kuroo shakes his head. “No. I mean, like, I love you. Not just in a friend way. In that old fashioned way you were talking about. I love everything about you. I’m in love with everything about you.”

“Tetsu…” you breathe, searching his face. He gazes down at you seriously, not a trace of humor tainting his stare. He takes a deep breath.

“I love the way your hair falls in the summer. I love your stupid, annoying laugh. I love how your hand fits in mine. I love the way you rant about anything and everything and expect me to listen, and I do because I can’t help but get excited about what you get excited about. I love you like a soldier loves his wife,” he says, the words flowing out like a river bursting from a dam. “I love you so much it hurts, and it scares me, and I’m sorry if this ruins stuff between us, but I just had to--”

“Shut up.”

He blinks, mouth gaping. “I-- what?”

“I said,” you whisper, gripping the back of his neck and guiding his face down to yours. “Shut up, Tetsu. You talk too much.”

Then suddenly you’re kissing him, and he can’t believe it, but he kisses you back like it’s what he was born to do. He lets you crash your lips into his and watches as shooting stars burst forth and the planets align. Somehow, your hands find their way up into his hair, tangling themselves in his dark locks, and his own travel down to your lower back, pulling you as close as humanly possible, so tightly he never wants to let go. He revels in the warmth of your skin, the icy, tingly sensation of your lips, and when you pull back, it’s all he can do to refrain from pulling you right back in again.

There’s a brief silence. His lips are swollen, his lungs are devoid of air. “I… wow. Just, wow.”

You grin wickedly, slipping your hand into his. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a while now.”

“You have?” he asks, eyes wide in disbelief. “I didn’t notice.”

“Of course you didn’t,” you laugh. “You were too worried about not letting me notice you staring at my ass every chance you got.”

Kuroo flushes but gives a sheepish smile, massaging the back of his neck. “You know, I really thought I was being smooth about it.”

As it turns out, you love him back. And not just in the best friend way. You love everything about him, his stupid jokes, his loud, booming laugh, his teasing, his smile, his successes and his failures. You love how your hand fits in his. You love that it took him years and years to admit to himself that he loved you, too.

Kuroo Tetsurou may not be the smoothest guy in the world, but he’s certainly the only one you want. And you’re certainly the only one he wants.

And that’s really the most you could ever ask for.

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piece by piece.

pairing: kuroo x reader

length: 3.1k

tags — sex work/prostitution, semi-public sex, oral sex, alley blow jobs, rough sex, creampie, violence, abuse/assault, jealousy, possessiveness, angst.

summary: The first time Kuroo fucks you is your first ever. The second time he fucks you is also the last time.

The first time is in a dirty alley behind the bar, Kuroo’s pants around his ankles and you are fumbling awkwardly down to your knees.

He’s drunk and angry, too pissed off at the world to care who’s sucking him off in the dingy shadows beside the garbage bins. It’s not a bad blowjob by far—certainly not the worst he’s ever had—mouth warm and tight as he grips your hair and shoves his thick cock down your throat. You gag a little until your pretty eyes start to water, though you don’t try to pull away; you just let Kuroo fuck your mouth until he comes with a grunt, and swallows every drop before wiping your lips absently with a delicate hand.

Kuroo doesn’t look up as he tucks himself back into his jeans, though he can hear you get off your knees and lean against the wall with a sigh. The orgasm has taken the edge off his simmering rage, but he’s still drunk as fuck and anxious to get home and crawl into his lumpy bed. He digs into his jeans for twenty bucks and hands it to you without a word, and is surprised when you stuff it into your pocket and then grabs his arm before he can walk away.

“Do you…want me to do that for you again some time?” you ask, and look up at him with wide, hopeful eyes like he is the fucking Santa Claus. “I can meet you here? Or at your place?”

The words are on the tip of his tongue as he shrugs your hand off with a sigh; that he’s not picky about who sucks his cock and pretty much any mouth will do. Instead, he looks at your earnest face and the slightly desperate expression you’re trying to hide and finds himself saying the last fucking thing he ever expected.

“Yeah, here. Same time tomorrow.”

—

He doesn’t even learn your name until the fifth time you suck him off, still panting slightly after taking the load down your throat with a pleased smile.

“My name’s y/n,” you say, staring up at him through those lashes like you’re expecting a fucking pat on the head. He has no idea how he’s supposed to respond so he says nothing, shoving the money at you with a grunt before walking away.

He doesn’t need to know your name or what you do when he’s not around. And he does not spend any time wondering where you stay or why you’re out on the streets in the first place.

It’s none of his fucking business.

—

The first time Kuroo fucks you is also your first time ever, though he has no clue he’s dealing with a virgin until the deed is done.

You’re in his bed, and on your hands and knees, face pressed into the mattress and your hands clenched so tightly on the sheets. If he had bothered to, he might have guessed at the lack of experience; would have known from the wild look in your eyes and the nervous gnawing of those plush lips as you strip hastily and crawl onto the bed.

Instead, he’s too distracted by the show of your skin and his own painful erection to do much more than a perfunctory prep before he’s pushing in. you keen, high and wounded and clench down, and it takes every bit of his willpower not to just shove his cock all the way in and start thrusting his hips. As it is, he barely gives you a few moments to get used to being filled, before he starts hammering that pretty hole like his life fucking depends on it.

You groan, back arching against every thrust, sounding pinched and breathless every time he sinks in and bottoms out with a forceful grunt. You feel damn good around his swollen prick, and he finds that he can’t get enough of the way your skin bruises under his rough and calloused fingertips. It drives him wild when you grit your teeth and try so hard not to whine, which only tips Kuroo to haul his hips back and fuck you even harder.

He’s so pent-up that it doesn’t take long before he’s on the edge, and then he’s dragging you up onto your knees and spurting hard, biting down on a bare neck as he comes and comes inside that tight flesh. When he finishes he pulls out slowly, almost gently, though it still makes you cry out like you’re being punched in the gut.

“You okay?” he asks, as you just lay there on the bed, head cradled in your arms as you stare blankly at the far wall. “Did you come?”

“No,” you say, so quietly he can barely hear you. “I didn’t think I would the first time. Maybe once I’m used to it, and it doesn’t hurt.”

Kuroo stiffens, and slowly climbs off the bed. “What the fuck? What do you mean first time?”

You turn to look up at him and shrug, though your eyes are red and a little wet. “Everyone has a first time, right? This was mine.”

He pushes the bills into your hand hesitantly and leaves you on the bed.

He doesn’t see you again for a month.

—

Kuroo finds you there the week after, in the alley behind the same bar, in your usual spot at the usual time. But it’s obvious that you’re not waiting for him tonight, because you’re on your knees again in the shadows, sucking some other man’s dick like you were born for it.

His first impulse is to turn around and leave, to get away from the vivid image of your lips wrapped around someone else’s dick, licking and swallowing like you’re eating a goddamn ice cream. It’s followed by a second impulse to grab the guy and break his fucking nose, the rage welling up fast and violent when you start choking on the cock that’s being unceremoniously rammed down your throat.

Instead Kuroo just stands there and watches, frozen as the man in the cheap grey suit shoots his load inside your mouth with a satisfied grunt. You barely have time to swallow before you’re being hauled onto your feet and kissed within an inch of your life, roughly and messily like the guy is trying to inhale you. Kuroo is practically seeing red with the way he’s manhandling you like so much meat, grabbing and sucking and bruising you like his measly twenty bucks gives him the right to touch every inch of your body.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” the guy yells, when he finally notices Kuroo looming just a few feet away. “You her pimp? Or her next client?”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t mind him, he’s nobody.” You interrupt, and Kuroo can’t disagree, even if the words stick in his craw like so much bile.

The tone of your words manages to surprise Kuroo, if not the invitation; he knows full well that you can’t possibly live off of the measly few dollars you make off of Kuroo alone. No, it’s the way you sound when he makes the offer—all fake happiness and a sultry smile, knowing exactly which strings to pull to get a man’s groin to pay attention.

There’s none of the vulnerability and shy air that you usually carry when you’re dealing with Kuroo, and it makes him feel nauseous, like he doesn’t know which version of you is the real one.

He watches as you follow the cheap suit guy to his small green car parked just a few feet away, ignoring Kuroo as you climb into the passenger seat. He continues to watch as the man grabs you by the back of your neck and crushes his lips to yours, like he wants to take you right there, spread your legs wide and fuck you on the fake leather seats. He watches until the car tears out of its spot and disappears down the road, leaving him standing in the alley alone, his mind filled with images of you on your knees.

Kuroo doesn’t sleep at all that night.

—

Four days later you show up at his apartment unannounced, sporting a split lip and red marks over your arms, and finger shaped bruises around his neck.

Kuroo lets you in without a word.

You flop tiredly onto the couch, pulling your legs to your chest with a sigh as he heads into the kitchen to fix you some food. When he returns, you take the plate and cup of coffee with a grateful nod and a quirk of your cracked and not quite bleeding lips.

“Really? Coffee? Do I look like I need coffee?”

Kuroo snorts. “Just do me a favor and tell me who that guy is.”

“It’s fine, I don’t really know him anyway,” you shrug, and start to wolf down the meal like it’s the first food you’ve had in days. Which is both a relief and a sting to his heart, because you don’t know that much about him as well, and neither does he.

So he doesn’t ask for any further details, and you don’t offer, though he does ask you to stay the night and sleep on the couch. He tries not to think too much about the relief that flashes briefly across your face, or what he wants to do to the guy who put his hands on you and made you look this way.

You are not on the couch when Kuroo gets up the next morning, and he tells himself that it’s just as well.

—

“Are you in some kind of trouble?”

He doesn’t know why he asks the question; has received no indication from you that any inquiry into your affairs is either wanted or appreciated. But since you showed up at his place last week ago, bruised and obviously in distress, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what happened, and when—not if—it might happen again.

You arch an eyebrow at him and frown. “Why do you think I’m in trouble?”

Kuroo shrugs. “You’re not at your usual spot anymore, behind that bar. I thought…maybe you’re avoiding the guy that hit you.”

The smile that blooms across your face is wholly unexpected, those eyes bright with amusement and something that looks a little too much like softness.

“Yes, but it’s fine. I moved to a different spot and I don’t think he’s going to come looking for me anyway. Not after what I did to him.”

You are grinning now, practically begging Kuroo with the barely contained glee on your face to ask for details. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’d you do?”

You shrug, swallowing a mouthful of your food before you answer, “I waited until he fell asleep and took nude photos of him in his bed. Then I texted them to as many people as I could find on his contacts.”

“You did what—?” he starts, and then, “I’m quite pleasantly surprised. He’s such a good guy.”

“Right?” You say with a laugh, and then your expression changes, smoothing out into a mask of carefreeness that he doesn’t quite buy. “I left after that. But not before cleaning his wallet.”

—

“You can stay here, if you want,” Kuroo says to you the next morning, his arms around your waist as you lay together in his bed. “Just…I don’t know where you live but if you need a place to go you can crash here.”

You turn in his arms until you’re facing him, your face graced with a shy smile and asks, “Can I suck your cock in exchange for rent?”

“No! It’s not…I don’t mean you have to give me any…fuck,” Kuroo swears, as you tilt your head to the side in realization. “You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“Yeah,” You agree, “same goes for you.”

—

It takes Kuroo almost an entire week before he realizes that you have taken him up on his offer to stay, your comings and goings unpredictable and your actions often completely unexpected. There are days when you don’t leave the apartment at all; where you spend hours cleaning the living room and wiping furniture, or doing all his laundry. Other times you will disappear for an entire day and night, and return stinking of alcohol and covered in other people’s seed and sweat. Those nights, he watches as you limp into the bathroom and quietly locks the door, and spends hours in the shower, long after the water turns icy cold.

He never asks, but he never says no either, when you climb on him on the couch and unbuckles his pants with quick and steady hands. It’s not just lust that makes it so good when you lick him sloppily from root to tip; it’s also the shame bubbling just under his skin, watching you swallow him down with those perfect cock sucking lips. Kuroo can’t stop staring at your swollen mouth sliding up and down his cock; can’t stop bucking his hips and fucking your throat, relishing the noises you make when he shoots his entire load in your sinful mouth with a groan.

You always lick your lips after you suck his cock, like it’s the best damn thing you’ve ever tasted.

And you only smile afterwards when you do it for him.

—

One day, you come home in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday, carrying shopping bags that you dump unceremoniously onto the floor. You’re wearing a brand new outfit that looks more expensive than what he makes in a week, gleaming bracelets adorning your wrists and a diamond necklace sparkling on your neck. Gone are your loose worn t-shirts and baggy, low-rise jeans; you look like a model in one of those designer catalogues, or the A-list celebrities going to get coffee in sunny L.A.

Kuroo hates it.

He hates it, because of how right you look in your expensive new outfit; like these are the clothes you’re meant to be wearing.

Like you belong in them all the time, and in a world far, far away from him.

He makes you take all your fancy jewelries off, and then fucks you roughly with two fingers until you come all over his couch.

—

You still show up at the apartment smelling like sex, with bite marks on your collarbone and your lips swollen from kisses.

But you also come home with bags and bags of groceries too, and make sure to stock the fridge full of his favorite beer.

He tells himself that he appreciates your thoughtfulness, and isn’t at all jealous of whoever the hell it is that’s giving you what he needs.

Giving you everything you deserve and could never get from a guy like him.

—

The second time he fucks you is also the last time.

You ask him to go out for dinner one night, to a place with neatly folded cloth napkins and dimly lit candles on the table, and you order the most expensive dish on the menu. You spend the evening devouring a mountain of food and making fun of the pretentious staff, and Kuroo pretends he’s perfectly fine with the fact that some rich asshole he doesn’t know is paying for this good time.

But he bites back the festering resentment and gives you a genuine smile, because he’s never seen you so damned happy and relaxed, laughing and smiling as you make your way back to Kuroo’s apartment. He lets you lead him into the bedroom and shut the door behind them, and grins into the toe curling kiss that follows as you move to the bed.

This time, when he’s got you naked on your hands and knees, he takes care to be gentle and thorough, spreading your legs wide and working you open. He slips his tongue and licks your wetness all over, and tastes every bit of that pretty cunt while you clutch the sheets and writhe and moan.

“Tetsurou,” you pant, as he slides in slowly, inch by excruciating inch. “F-feels so good! Oh, please, please fuck me, god I want to feel you, please..!”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he says, groaning as you arch your back and clench around him. “Gonna make you scream my name.”

And he does, relishing every sound he can wring out of you as he sinks to the root, and every breathless sigh as he starts rocking his hips. Every stroke makes him want to push harder and thrust deeper, as he watches his cock disappear over and over inside that pretty pink hole.

He fucks you for what feels like hours that night, stopping whenever he gets too close to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from your sweat soaked bodies. He fucks you on your knees and then flips you over onto your back, and drives himself inside you like he wants to own him; be the one to break you apart and put you back together again.

“Is it good like this? When he fucks you?” Kuroo snarls, throwing your legs over his shoulders and sinking even deeper. “Do you tell them that you want them so bad? Beg them to ruin you too?”

You don’t answer, spurting all over yourself as he keeps drilling you into the bed. He follows a few rough strokes later with a groan, fingers biting deep into soft flesh, every part of him howling with possessive fury as he paints your tight walls with his come.

“No,” you whisper, much later, with Kuroo’s arms wrapped around you and his nose pressed against your neck. “It’s not like this at all.”

—

The space beside him is empty by the time he wakes the next morning, and there’s a neatly folded note on the nightstand.

He ignores it until he can’t anymore, and then crumples it in his fist and tosses it into the garbage can.

He’s always known that this is how it would end.

Still, he wishes he knew more than just your first name, or how your smile—the real one, soft and genuine—was the best thing he’d ever fucking seen.

He doesn’t see you again for a long time; days and months and years until there’s nothing left but a memory of you and a dull, aching hole in his chest.

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