summary:life is about making choices, and when the last chance to be happy presents itself, do you take it or leave it? pairing:bokuto kōtarō x fem!reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, angst with a good ending word count: 1921 a/n:hi hi, i’m here to repost one of my favs! this is based on a grey’s anatomy episode and it’s really self-indulgent but i don’t care, i just love it, and i hope you love it too!
Weddings are supposed to be fun, and your wedding day is supposed to be the greatest of all but, why doesn’t it feel that way? The words of your mother and friends were going in and out of your ears without being really registered by your brain, and your body felt dead in Asahi’s hands as he finished adjusting your dress. At the same time, the last drops of makeup fell on your face, and the hands in your hair made you focus on your reflection.
Oh boy here we go, part 3 of my main hoe Kuroo. Please read both Part 1andPart 2 if you haven’t already so you can understand the context x Anyways, I hope you guys like the final part! This was a really fun series to write!
We’ve been through this twice already so y’all get the gist. Both Kuroo and Bokuto are in their third years and are 18 :)
Dinner is just as it usually would be. The two boys chatting away about spikes, receives and anything volleyball related. Frankly, you find it quite amazing that Kuroo can act so nonchalant even after joining you in the shower just a few hours ago. His poker face is one you unfortunately can’t return. Your eyes remain studying your plate of food as if you were going to take a test on it. Any point that you glance up, you feel your cheeks burn to a bright red at the mere sight of him. Just sitting with your brother, acting as if he doesn’t have malicious intent for later in the night. “Hey, Y/N,” Bokuto hums, snapping you out of your blank stare. “You okay there? You haven’t said anything all night.” His eyes are genuine, the glint of concern adds to the strident gold of his that give off his resemblance to an owl. You smile warmly at him, Bokuto has always been the one to worry about you. “I’m fine Bo, just thinking.” You comfort him by taking a mouthful of the food you had been pushing around your plate. “Whatcha thinking about?” Kuroo asks, resting his chin in his palm. There’s a certain smile on his face that appears innocent enough. But you know better, you know he is far from innocent. You graze your tongue over your top teeth, cocking your eyebrow up at his question. “Normal girl stuff. School, friendships… boys.” You slightly smirk to yourself, knowing the dominos that you’ve just toppled over.
“BOYS?” Bokuto blurts out, almost choking on his food. “Has someone caught the eye of my precious sister?” He clutches his chest, putting on an over-exaggerated act of some sort of love-struck teenage girl. You roll your eyes, taking note of Kuroo’s slight grimace. “I mean there is a guy yeah. But I dunno if I like him. He’s a bit cocky.” You state casually. Kuroo scoffs and raises his eyebrows. “Sounds interesting. Tell me,” He leans forward in his seat. Bokuto does the same, leaning forward and awaiting your words. “Does this boy treat you right?” There’s something about his seemingly innocent question that makes you want to mess with him. “I dunno. Haven’t really noticed much at this point. All I really know is that while he’s good looking, he’s also a bit selfish. Gets what he wants a lot.” You look back over to Kuroo, his eyes have narrowed yet he still holds his cocky smile. He looks as if he wants to leap right across the table and teach you a thing or two about speaking nicely. “Gosh how’d you meet this guy? He sounds like an ass.” Bokuto tuts to himself while looking over at Kuroo for his approval. Kuroo looks away briefly before returning your gaze. “Yeah, actually, how did you meet this guy?” You chuckle quietly and scratch at your eyebrow, unsure what to answer with. It’s not like you can say you met him through Bokuto. “I uh met him through… volleyball! One of your games, Bo. He goes to a different school.” Possibly the dumbest response you could have said purely because of your brothers reaction. “Another school? Which one? Have I versed him? What position is he? Am i better than him?” His bombardment of questions almost completely overwhelm you as you try to keep up. Kuroo, on the other hand, simply laughs and looks at you for an answer. “Geez, Bo! Calm down and just lemme do my thing okay?” You laugh, used to his excited antics. He was just happy that his sister was finally talking about the possibility of someone else making her happy. Kuroo wraps his arm around Bokuto and pulls him in. “Yeah, leave your sister alone.” He teases while ruffling his hair. Bokuto smiles and grabs the empty plates. “I’m cleaning! Get over it Kiddo!” He dashes into the kitchen, barely giving you any time to react. You scoff lightly and roll your eyes.
Kuroo listens out for the sound of running water before turning his gaze to you. “So, this boy is a bit selfish huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “Yep. But I never said I wasn’t selfish either.” You lean forward and smile at him while your foot from under the table nudges against his crotch. Kuroo inhales sharply and shoots you a challenging look, almost daring you to keep going and see what happens. You smile innocently and pull out your phone, barely paying any attention to him while you rub him out of view from anyone who could walk into the room. Kuroo shuts his eyes and rests his forehead in the palm of his hand, trying to keep himself composed. It hardly worked, his cheeks were already flushed and his breathing changed as he immediately hardened from your movements. Kuroo tilts his head back and clenches his fist, obviously struggling to keep calm. “So fucking mean.” He laughs breathily. His eyes lock back onto yours. There it is again, the gloss of lust that was oh so obvious. Even as Bokuto walks back into the room, your foot doesn’t move, in fact, it moves faster. Revenge for what happened in the shower.
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You glance over at your phone. 1:47am. Bokuto would definitely asleep right now. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you hear the door from the end of the hallway opening. Quiet footsteps echo against the wooden floors with each subtle movement, curse the rickety house. The steps stop as soon as they reach just outside your door. You wait. The handle turns slowly to reveal Kuroo who quickly steps into your room. Shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants. He 100% did that on purpose. You smile and sit up. “Lost?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. Kuroo laughs quietly and sits over at the seat by your desk, intentionally creating distance. “Don’t act so pure as if you weren’t begging me to fuck you in the shower.”
You narrow your eyes and grin while climbing out from under the bed covers. He wasn’t the only one who planned their outfit considering you have nothing on besides a bra and panties. You glide over and straddle his lap, letting your hands run up his bare chest. “Is the offer still on the table?” You ask, feeling him harden against your inner thigh. You giggle and run your hand over his crotch through the thin fabric of his pants. “Should I take this as a yes?” Kuroo inhales sharply. “Well I’m certainly not here to read you a bedtime story.” One of his hands reaches behind and unclasps your bra, throwing it far away. His thumb grazes over one of your nipples. The coldness of his fingertips sends goosebumps over your body. He smirks at the sight of them now perky at the sensation. “You’re so quick to call me out for getting hard when you’re already dripping wet.” He titters, slipping his fingers inside your underwear. He wasn’t wrong. You were ready for him hours ago. The mere thought of him sneaking into your room was enough to have you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. With no warning, he slips two fingers inside. You cut off the sound of your gasp by hiding in his shoulder. Kuroo laughs and strokes your hair with his free hand. “Such a pretty girl.” He cooes, strategically pumping his fingers in the way that effortlessly reaches your g-spot. You exhale breathily against him and lean up to his ear. “You gonna tease me all night? Or are you gonna fuck me?” Kuroo smirks and kisses your neck. “So demanding. Maybe if you ask nicely… or beg.” He’s such an asshole. A very attractive one but still.
You lean back and look into his eyes, slightly glassy and obviously full of desire. “Please Kuroo,” You tangle one of your hands into his hair and pout, rocking your hips against his fingers that still insist on working to give you pleasure. “Please fuck me… I’ve waited so patiently.” He curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your toes curl. You lean back and gasp, hips trembling at the sensation. Kuroo stands and carries you over to the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Patiently? You call rubbing me under the table ‘waiting patiently’?” He raises an eyebrow and throws you on the bed as if you were a doll that weighed nothing. “I ought to just tease you and then leave you alone, craving me all night.” He climbs onto the bed and towers over you, his head tilted down to look at your body. You lift his chin up to look in his eyes. “Really think you have that self control?” You ask, nudging your knee against his crotch. Kuroo exhales a short laugh. “You got me there.” His lips plant themselves against your own. His tongue quickly finding yours. All of his actions completely belittling his words from before, you can tell how desperate he is for you. Almost melting into your hands.
If his true intentions weren’t obvious enough, he lowers himself down your body, littering your entire body with kisses. He flicks his tongue over your nipple and smirks when you whine at him for moving on so quickly. In almost no time at all, he reaches your hips where his thumb traces the deep marks he left on your thighs. “Not fair-” You frown, looking down at him as you prop yourself onto your elbows. Kuroo looks up with a questioning face. “You’ve marked me but I haven’t done it to you.” He can’t help but snort at your remark. “Alright, come here then.” He sits back against the bed head and pulls you up back up onto his lap. “Put em anywhere you’d like.” Your eyes scan his body, trying to decide where you should leave your mark. Eventually, you settle on his collarbone. Easy enough to find but also easy to hide. Better to not leave any that Bokuto could see. You catch his skin in your lips and suck hard enough to leave a deep purple hickey. You pull back with a triumphant smile. “Happy now?” He asks, grinning with his tongue between his teeth. He was very clearly enjoying himself. You nod your head, unable to take your eyes off of the hickey. “Good. My turn.”
Kuroo throws you onto your back once again and mirrors your movements by choosing your collarbone. But rather than giving just one, he covers your chest in marks. “God Kuroo you trynna turn me purple?!” You point to the one at the very base of your neck. “People will be able to see this one! My uniform doesn’t cover.” You grumble with a small frown. He raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Let them see. I want them to know you belong to someone.” A side of him you had never seen before, possessive. Kuroo leans his forehead against your own. “You were right about me being selfish.” You scoff lightly while rolling your eyes. “No shit.” Kuroo smirks and trails his fingertips over your jaw. His eyes admiring every single part of your face while his free hand slips your underwear down your legs. “You sure about this?” He asks, hooking his thumb into the waistband of his sweats. You pull them down for him and smile. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?” You tease, leaning up to his ear. “Better not hold back.” He exhales deeply and throws off his pants completely, gone to your bedroom floor. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Kuroo grabs a hold on both of your wrist with one hand and pins them above your head. His other hand adjusting himself just a few centimeters away from your hole. “Whatever you do, don’t scream.” He warns, glancing up into your eyes. You almost laugh at him sounding rather confident in his abilities. Perhaps you shouldn’t underestimate him. Kuroo thrusts up, hard. Completely bottoming out in that one move alone. Already knowing you’d cry out, he covered your mouth with his hand. Smiling a smile that almost made you want to punch him in the jaw. “Told you not to scream.” he shrugs. Your entire body trembles underneath him, hardly used to his size as it stretches you out. “Asshole.” The word muffles against his hand. Kuroo simply smiles and thrusts again. Working his way up to an average pace to give you time to adjust. Unable to control your noises, moans slip past your lips into the silence of the night. “You’re gonna wake Bokuto.” He whispers, a slight laugh trailing behind. Perhaps that was part of the thrill for him. Rather than slowing down, he doubles his speed.
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You’re not quite sure how long you’ve been going at it. Long enough to feel nothing but numbness in your legs. Kuroo’s hand is latched on to your hip as he snaps his hips into you from behind. You mind completely fogged with desire. It takes over your whole body, leaving you with nothing but the need to obey. You look towards your legs, unsure when he left those deep bite marks and slight bruises from gripping so hard. “Kuroo-” You whimper, eyes heavy and tongue almost completely fallen from your mouth. Kuroo pulls your hair back to bring you up against his chest. “Never seen you like this before. Safe to say you’ve completely submitted?” He kisses at your neck and rubs against your clit with his fingers. You whine out and lean your head back against his shoulders. God knows how many times you’ve come already. It almost hurts to feel it build up again. Your entire body’s sensitivity at its maximum. “Can’t come again-” You babble, breathily heavily and shutting your eyes. Kuroo pushes you onto the mattress yet again and flips you onto your back, never even taking you off of his cock. “Yes you can pretty girl. You’re gonna come for me, okay?” Obey. You nod your head with a whimper, your mind unable to even consider the possibility of saying no. “Such a good girl. That’s it, Princess. You’re taking it so well.” His voice lingers in your mind. Replaying over and over. It sends you further to your upcoming orgasm. Who knew just some simple words could hold so much power? You cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. Of course you want to look at him, with the newly setting sun you could properly see his face. But now wasn’t the time. You brace yourself for the hot white waves that wash over your body and makes every inch of you tremble against him.
Kuroo hardly even slows down. He just keeps thrusting, dragging out your orgasm to an almost painful extent. You hide your face in his shoulder and shriek. “Kuroo! Slow- slow down!” “Sorry, Princess. But I’m so close. Just hold out for me baby.” His voice almost breaking in the overwhelming pleasure. You bite your lip, trying to endure the overstimulation. Kuroo groans lowly and grips the sheets beside your head, trying to keep himself as composed as possible. His hips shift to hit that spot that makes you arch your back off the bed and pant for air. “I love seeing you like this. A complete mess for me.” He grins before pulling out and moving further up your body. He strokes himself as he starts to reach the summit of his own orgasm. “Stick out your tongue for me sweetheart.” Kuroo’s eyes flutter shut as you obey his command. His last few strokes making a complete mess of your face. You can taste the saltiness of his cum against your lips. Once he calms down, Kuroo stands and fetches a towel to clean you up with. There was absolutely no way you were moving to get it yourself.
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He lays down beside you and pulls you into his body. You can hear his heart beat loudly in his chest. “You okay?” He asks, planting his lips onto your forehead and gently brushing back your hair with his fingertips. You look up at him with an almost amused look. “I can’t feel my fucking legs.” Kuroo laughs and holds you tighter. “Yeah sorry about that. I did warn you though.” His fingers interlock with your own, keeping you held in the embrace. “So… you down for another round?” He jokes. You push off of him and chuckle. “Go back to your room before Bo wakes up.” “Yeah yeah.” He gets up and searches for his pants that were carelessly thrown on the floor. “Oh and Princess?” He pauses right before the door, looking back at you. “Tell me, does this boy treat you right?” You smile at him. “Better than all the others.” _____________________________________________________________________ I literally had to stop writing this at some point because I was listening to a Miruko audio and hOLY FUCKING MOLY HELP SHE’S SO HOT JKHGJV Anyways! Here’s the long awaited part 3 to daddy kuroo. Legs? Destroyed. You gon need a wheelchair babe
What up fellow sluts! I’m drunk again and you know what that means… more writing!!!! You guys seemed to really like part 1 so here you go! If you haven’t read part 1 don’t even worry your cutie booty, you can click here to read it
Once again, this is a bit later on when Bokuto and Kuroo are in their 3rd years and are both 18
You didn’t seem to get any sleep last night, especially after what happened between you and Kuroo. Your mind was far too wrapped up in replaying it over and over. Your door flies open with a forceful kick. You sit up in shock and see your brother standing in your door frame. “Hey Y/N I made breakfast! Come grab some.” He beams, obviously proud that he made a meal on his own. “Okay I’ll be out in a sec Bo.” You mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes that seemed to show up in the singular hour that you managed to pass out in.
As you walk out of your room, you see Kuroo and Bokuto both sitting at the table eating bowls of Tamago Kake Gohan. Unsurprising for Bokuto to make as he usually finds it quite easy. You take a seat across from them, looking down at your bowl filled with rice and egg. “Thanks for breakfast, Bo. It looks really good.” You smile at him, trying your best to avoid eye contact with Kuroo a mere few meters away. “It’s okay!” Bokuto says with a grin. “Wait give me one second I left my phone in my room.” He says, jumping up and sprinting down the hallway. The air fills with an unavoidable tension. “There a reason you can’t look at me, Princess?” Kuroo teases, acting coy as if he was unaware of what happened the night before. You cheeks flush a bright red as you push the rice around your bowl. “Nope, just really interested in my food.” Kuroo leans back on his chair, a smirk painted across his gorgeous yet smug face. “Is that so?” You nod your head, shoving the food into your mouth to get away with not speaking. “Then look at me.” He says, his tone significantly more serious than before. It almost felt like a command that you couldn’t disobey. Your eyes hesitantly meet his. A deep brown that draws you in to him every single time without failure. You cross one leg over the other, trying to get a handle on the butterflies that erupted in your stomach. Kuroo smiles maliciously, intimidating you without even needing words. “Regretting last night?” He asks, leaning forward. You shake your head furiously. “Definitely not. Just kinda… coming to terms with it I guess…” Your voice becomes quieter as your sentence trails off. “Well, if it’s any consultation…” Kuroo stands and makes his way to your side, boxing you in by resting both hands on the table to either side of you. “You were incredible.” He whispers before laying a soft peck on your neck. You squeeze your thighs closer together, still trying to compose yourself. “Hey Kuroo!” Bokuto calls out from his room. “Can you come here a sec?”
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“Just brush it off.”You tell yourself as you slip your clothes off. A shower is much needed after everything that happened. You turn the water on and step in, letting the water slide off your face and onto your body. As you run your soap-filled hands over your legs, the bathroom door opens. You jump and cover yourself, unable to see who it is through the fogged glass. “Bo! I’m in here!” You yelp, instinctively thinking your brother had walked in by accident. Yet, much to your surprise, you hear a laugh. One that clearly isn’t Bokuto. You slap your hand to your mouth once the realisation comes that it’s Kuroo who stands behind the shower door that just barely separates the two of you. The lock to the bathroom clicks shut.
You open the shower door and poke your head out, staring directly at him. “What the fuck are you doing?” You whisper-shout, knowing that noises from the bathroom echo throughout the house. With no words, he slides his shirt off along with his shorts. You hide your blushing cheeks behind your hand as your eyes scan over his toned, exposed body. “Kuroo–” He covers your mouth with his own hand, staring right into your eyes as he steps into the shower with you. There’s a sort of cloud to his eyes that seems like pure lust for you. It’s intoxicating, you can’t break away your own stare. He leans further down, grazing his soft lips over your collarbone. “Figured I’d return the favour.” You feel him smirk against your skin. Kuroo returns his piercing gaze to you as he kneels down, head level with your stomach. It’s in this moment that you remember just how bare you are to him. You attempt to cover up but he stops you before you can raise your arms any higher from your side. “I’ve known you for a while, Y/N. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He says, laying a kiss on your hip. From your hip, he trails down. Planting a path of kisses down to your inner thigh. You inhale sharply as he reaches the joint of your leg. So close yet so far. You whimper as you feel his breath fan against your sex. Kuroo smiles maliciously. “Someone’s eager.” He teases. You scrunch your nose and look away from him. “Hey,” He lifts your leg and rests it over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare look away.” He warns, making your body quiver with anticipation.
Once your eyes return to his, he just barely grazes his tongue over your now throbbing clit. A small taste that drives him mad with desire. “Fuck…” He mumbles before gripping your hips and plunging his tongue deep inside of you. With one hand, you grip his hair whilst the other covers your mouth. Already feeling the stimulation from him that you longed for every since he walked through the front door. He returns his tongue to your clit, flicking it expertly over and over. As if he knew the exact way to make you crave him. Your eyes flutter shut as he continues to devour you. “Did I not tell you to not look away?” He asks, slipping a finger inside of you that causes you to throw your head back. Your attempt to suppress your moans is one that makes him smile whilst trying his best to make you louder. “K-Kuroo–” You whisper breathily, praying to yourself that Bokuto isn’t close enough to hear you. Kuroo groans quietly before just barely pulling away. “Never heard you say my name like that, Princess…” He kisses your thigh once more. “I hope I get to hear you scream it.” You gasp as he rapidly returns his tongue to you. His hunger for you never fully satisfied, leaving him aching for more. Your eyes glance down, taken notice of his fully hardened cock. You marvel at the size, now able to see it fully in the daylight. You swallow hard. Unknowing how you managed to take it down your throat. Kuroo smirks while adding a second finger. You wince as you tighten around him, enduring the slight pain. “So tight…” He cooes, watching your face turn quickly from pain to pleasure. Your voice starts to break as the knot in your stomach begins tightening.
“Hey Y/N?” You hear Bokuto knock on the bathroom door, sending you into a panic. “W-what’s up, Bo?” You ask, trying to keep your sentence as short as possible. Kuroo catches on but rather than helping you, he flicks his tongue faster and adds a third finger. Your eyes roll to the back of you head as you bite your lip, almost afraid that you’ll bite straight through it. “Do you know where Kuroo went? I can’t find him.” He asks. A genuine question from your slight himbo of a brother. You wrack your brain for some sort of plausible answer. “I think he… went for a walk.” You squeeze your eyes shut, cringing at the oh so obvious lie. “Oh…” Bokuto says. “Okay! Well I’m just running down to the store to pick up stuff for dinner. If he comes back before me just let him know.” You can not believe that it worked. You wait until the front door slams shut to cry out.
“Fuck!” You whine, impressed that you could hold it in for so long. Kuroo snickers. “Am I that good huh?” He asks cockily, already knowing the answer. “Please–” You whimper. “Please, Kuroo, I need it so bad.” You beg for him to keep going. Desperately trying to chase after your orgasm. A low snarl erupts from him, one only due to the singular fact that begging for him was something that always seemed to throw him over the line of dominance. His hands quicken their pace along with his tongue, now furiously flicking over your sensitive clit. If he could, he would just about swallow you whole. “Taste so fucking good, Princess.” He says between breaths, never taking his skilled tongue away from you. “Come on I wanna hear you scream for me. Let me make you come.” His filthy words add to the constricting knot, edging you further and further towards the peak. Your grip on his hair tightens as you approach the summit. “I-I’m–” You can’t get your words out. “Come.” He growls. Not a request, but a command. With that one word you come completely undone, now screaming his name with no shame or second thought. Your leg that kept balance gives out but Kuroo catches you, throwing it over his other shoulder. His strong arm keeps you held against the shower wall. As you start to come down from your state of euphoria, Kuroo licks up the mess made off your thighs. Once your legs stop shaking, he lets you down. However, you’re so very wrong to assume he’s finished. As you stand to your feet, he grabs your ass and pulls you closer in to him once again. Now sucking deep hickeys onto your inner thighs. You yelp at the slight pain on your sensitive skin.
When satisfied with his trail of marks all over your thighs, he stands. You pull him in for a kiss, a deep one that you’ve craved for the entire time. You slightly grind yourself against his cock making him moan. “Please…” You whisper. “Please fuck me.” You look at him with pure desire in your eyes. Kuroo smiles and kisses you once more. “Not yet. Tonight.” He says, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip. “But- But this is the perfect time! Bo isn’t home.” You whine, clearly unhappy at his answer. Kuroo laughs to himself and flashes you a bright smile. “Do you really think I’ll be finished with you before he gets home?” He asks, twirling a piece of your soaked hair between his fingertips. “Sure we could be as loud as we want but I won’t be able to stop. Princess, I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up tomorrow and I’d much rather do that when we can be uninterrupted.” Your knees grow weak as he continues speaking. “Plus, you’ll need to be able to use your legs by the time he gets home.” A small squeak escapes your mouth. “T-tonight?” Kuroo presses his forehead against yours and takes hold of your hands. “Tonight.”
My keyboard is kinda spinning right now so I hope this post makes sense Anyways this was part 2 of 3, tune in soon for the final part where things get intense ;) Kuroo I beg… a crumb of your attention pls. I know I wrote him to be like this sex God but holy fuck do I want just one night alone with this man.
(Hi this is sober me just saying thank you for reading lmao. I hope you liked it <3)
Pairing: Kuroo x Bokuto’s sister (you) Characters: Kuroo Tetsurō, Bokuto Kōtarō Rating: NSFW Content:blowjob, face-fucking, cum swallowing (that’s right, we swallow up in this bitch)
All I gotta say about this one is BARK BARK GRR WOOF Very intelligent words, I know.
This is a tad later the current-ish timeline when Bokuto and Kuroo are in their 3rd years and are both 18 :)
Friday, 5:36 pm “Y/N!” Your brother’s whiney voice echoes from down the hallway. Your eyes never leave the phone that sits in your hand. “What’s up Bo?” You call back to him, tilting your head back ever so slightly as if it would make your voice travel further. “Have you seen my volleyballlllllll?” You reluctantly get up off the couch and walk towards his bedroom. “No, last I saw it was outside. Why?” You ask, leaning against his door frame. Bokuto rummages through his closet paying no mind to the tornado of mess forming on his floor. “Kuroo’s coming over and we’re practicing spikes.” You groan with dismay. “So let me get this straight…” You slump down onto his bed. “We have the house to ourselves for a whole weekend and instead of– I don’t know– having a party or going out and doing something, you decide to practice volleyball. Something you do basically everyday.” Bokuto turns to face you with a beaming smile. “Yeah! It’s fun!” You roll your eyes at his childlike excitement. “Also can you pretty please set up the spare room? Kuroo’s sleeping over.” You clasp your hands together and hold them to your cheek. “Ooooo sleeping over. You gonna braid each others hair and have pillow fights?” You say with an almost ear-shattering high pitched tone. “Yeah yeah. Also I’m sorry to ask but can you also make dinner? We’re gonna be at the courts and I won’t be able to make it in time.” You tilt your head towards your shoulder and look away in thought. “Hmm… fine. But you owe me some Pocky.” “Done deal!”
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You stand in the kitchen wrapping some onigiris. An easy meal to make with what you had lying around the house. Bokuto had left a few hours ago to meet with Kuroo, you assume they should be back at any minute. You attempt to ignore the slight itch on the tip of your nose while your hands are covered in rice. The lock on the front door clicks open followed by heavy footsteps and laughing. “Y/N we’re hooooome.” Bokuto calls out, throwing his keys on the table by the door. As they walk through to the kitchen you glance up at the both of them, coated in sweat and still slightly huffing. “Oh thank God you told me, I thought a robber with keys to the house was coming in.” You say, faking a damsel in distress voice. Bokuto rolls his eyes and slumps on to one of the chairs right in front of the bench that you’re working at. “Ooo onigiris! Itadakimasu!” Bokuto gleams, already stuffing one in his mouth. “Hey! Be patient! I’m almost done.” You scold whilst wrapping the final ones. Kuroo snickers and steps behind the bench towards you. He lays one land on your waist and gently pulls you to the side. “Sorry, just gotta get to the cups.” He leans down to the cupboard where you were standing and pulls out a glass. His touch still lingers on your skin even after he lets go. “A simple ‘can you please move’ would have sufficed.” You state, tilting your head back to look at him filling his glass with water. “This was quicker.” He smirks, taking a sip. Bokuto remains too caught up in the plate of onigiris to bust out the protective older brother mode.
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“Thanks for dinner, Y/N!” Bokuto smiles, hitting his stomach with his hand. “Think I might have a food baby.” The two boys burst into laughter as you sigh at their incompetence. You stand from your seat and grab the empty plates. Kuroo gets up from his seat. “Hey hey sit down, you cooked.” He says taking the plates from your hands. You smile to the floor then look back up at him. “And you’re the guest so shut up and let me do my thing.” Kuroo runs his tongue over his top teeth and raises his eyebrows. “Damn… yes ma’am. Have you always been this bossy?” He teases, leaning in to get a better look at your face. Your eyes trail to his arm that holds the stack of plates, bicep bulging ever so slightly at the weight of the porcelain. You snap yourself out of your slight daze and silently scold yourself for checking him out. Kuroo carries the plates to the kitchen sink, much to your disapproval, and smiles innocently. “Get outta here rooster boy.” You say, lightly pushing him away from the sink. He snickers to himself and plants his feet, placing both hands on his hips. “And if I refuse?” You glance over to Bokuto’s direction where he is staring at the ceiling trying not to throw up the abundance of rice and seaweed he consumed in under 5 minutes. “I mean hey it’s up to you but would you rather get punched in the gut by me or sit over with Bo unharmed?” Kuroo pauses, glancing up in fake thought. “I don’t know, being punched by you seems like more of a privilege than a punishment.” A giggle slips past your lips. You slap your hand to your mouth having never heard yourself made that noise before.
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“Hey Kiddo, can you please grab my phone from the bathroom? I accidentally left it in there.” You nod to Bokuto and head towards the hallway. As you open the bathroom door you catch a full view of a shirtless Kuroo in grey sweats throwing a loose tank top on, still slightly dripping with shower water that falls from his hair. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” You blurt out, covering your eyes with your arm. “I was just grabbing Bo’s phone I swear! I didn’t mean to–” Your words are cut of as he laughs. “Y/N it’s fine, also you can look now.” You hesitantly take your arm away, all the while covering your now blushing cheeks. Kuroo picks up Bokuto’s phone as he dries his hair with his other arm. “This one?” You nod, taking the phone from his hand and leaving as soon as you can. You run back to the lounge room where Bokuto is laying on the couch and full force throw a pillow at him.
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The night drags on and the boys decide to head to bed. Yet you lay wide awake, replaying what happened over and over in your head. The image never leaving your head. Kuroo’s abs that seemed hand crafted by Greek Gods themselves, toned arms that would slightly flex with every movement he made. Not even to mention the outline of his package against the grey sweatpants, one that appeared far bigger than you thought it would be. There is something that bubbles inside you. A sort of craving that you couldn’t satisfy with anything other than Kuroo himself. You bite your nail, running scenarios through your mind that you wish would happen. Him suddenly coming in and… You rub your eyes with your palms, trying to stop your thoughts from running wild.
“This is stupid. So stupid.” You mind screams at you as you tiptoe down the hallway. You stop right outside the spare bedroom, contemplating just turning around. One deep breath and you open the door.
Kuroo sits up and squints in the darkness, the moonlight just barely showing your face. “Y/N?” You rush over to cover his mouth. “Quiet.” You whisper. “Don’t wake Bo.” His face seems perplexed, unsure as to why you’re there. “Okay,’ He whispers back. “What’s up?” Your cheeks flush as you move to straddle his lap. “I wanted to do something for you…” Your completely eyes avoid his. “Oh? And what’s that, Princess?” He smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Princess. The word rolls off his tongue with such ease, as if it were completely natural. It sends a shiver down your spine. “Hmph. Just– just sit.” Even though you feel as if your heart is going to leap out of your chest, you continue to take control.
Your hand reaches down and rubs against his crotch, palming him through his pants. “Shit…” Kuroo mumbles, covering his mouth his his large hand. Your fingertip grazes above his length. As you reach the tip, he slightly thrusts, urging for more friction. You can’t help but smile, the thought of him feeling good because of you is exhilarating. As your nervousness subsides, you remember your actual technique to making boys feel good. Kuroo squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed at the sensations that wash over his body. As you pull your hand away, you notice him trembling as the loss of stimulation. A small wet patch from his precum surfaces on his sweats. You lean down and lick right at the tip through his pants, looking up at him. “Fuck stop teasing…” he laughs breathily, pushing your hair away from your eyes. You snicker and hook your fingers in his waistband, sliding his sweat pants down. His full length slaps against his torso as if it had been loaded to a spring. It takes you by complete surprise, not expecting him to be fully erect. “No underwear?” You ask, gently touching him with your fingertips. “Had to give you easier access.” He grins while running your hair through his hands. “Oh so you knew this would happen?” “As soon as I stepped through the door. Thought I wouldn’t notice you gawking at my arms?” His confidence was nothing less than intoxicating, in fact, everything about him was. His figure, his stare that made your knees weak, his natural smell of musk and hint of cheap cologne.
You run your tongue up his full length, paying extra attention to the underside and very tip where your taste the remnants of his precum. You swirl your tongue against him earning a quiet groan. Kuroo leans down to your ear, brushing his lips against it. “Please… just do it.” His toned-down begging makes you instinctively whine. You accept his request and wrap your lips around his cock, unsure exactly how you’ll take him all considering not just his length but thickness as well. You push your head down, letting him fill your mouth. You keep going until he touches the very back of your throat, forcing your gag reflex to kick in. You pull back for air. “Too big?” He asks cockily. You squint your eyes at him, accepting his challenge. You immediately go back down, taking him once again down your throat. Not even close to his base, tears spring to your eyes while you choke back. Kuroo curses under his breath and holds your hair in a ponytail with both hands, helping guide your head up and down his cock. You follow along with his movements, picking up the pace as you adjust just that little bit more to him. Your hands grip his muscular thighs while you squeeze your cheeks in more, tightening the space. “Fuck that’s it, good girl.” He praises. As you look up, you notice his cheeks now a bright red and eyes glossing over with pleasure.
His suppression of his moans is slipping from him as he grows louder. You pull back once more, and sit up completely level with him. “You’re gonna wake Bo up.” You say with a laugh. “I’m sorry you’re just so– fuck– so fucking good.” He pulls you in by the back of your neck and wastes no time to slide his tongue into your mouth. You place your hands on his shoulders and grind against his cock with your crotch just covered by underwear. Kuroo hisses against your lips. “Fuck! When did you get so dirty? What the fuck.” He whisper-shouts. You say nothing, just giggle at him before returning your mouth to his cock. This time moving faster and deepthroating to the best of your ability. Kuroo bits his hand, trying his best not to moan. You flick your hair to the side and watch him as you put your mouth to work. He’s biting his lip with his eyes shut and hands running through your hair again. You can tell he’s close as he starts thrusting his hips against you, trying to chase his climax. “Princess?” “What’s up?” You ask, pulling away and wiping the spit from your chin. Kuroo scratches the back of his neck. “Can I please face-fuck you?” You grin deviously. Your hand pumps him rhythmically as you nod. “Don’t hold back.”
Kuroo doesn’t hesitate to get up on his knees and push himself back inside your mouth. You prepare yourself knowing he’ll be a little more rough. God are you right. Kuroo thrusts hard to the back of your throat forcing you to choke against him. Your nails dig in to the back of his legs while he rams himself into your mouth. Tears trail down your cheeks while you attempt to take his full length. His grip on your hair tightening significantly. His moans turn to whimpers as he approaches his orgasm. Kuroo tries to pull out but you hold him against you, taking his whole load in your mouth, his muscles tensing with his climax. When he comes to, he slightly panics, realising that he just came in your mouth. He searches for something you can spit it in to. You simply keep deep eye contact and swallow the cum. It’s flavour definitely sweeter than other you tasted, well, as sweet as it can be while salty. Kuroo’s mouth hangs open. “…you’re incredible.” With no warning, he crashes his lips against yours.
You get up off of his bed and turn towards the door “Wait, don’t you want anything?” He asks, getting up after you. You give him a quick kiss and shake your head. “Nope. I wanted to do something for you.” Kuroo lets out a soft chuckle. “Princess giving me that royal treatment huh?” You roll your eyes and smile at him. “Oh and by the way…” He pins you against the door and leans in to your ear. “One of these days, sometime soon, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.” You knees grow weak at his words. “Oh yeah? Pick a time and I’m all yours.” You wink at him before leaving the room.
FUCK I LOVE THIS MANNNNNNN Anyways, the next part will be him returning the favour ;) There will be 3 parts overall. CLICK HERE TO READ PART 2!!!!!!! I hope you enjoyed! I now know for one I wanna give Kuroo that gawk gawk 3000
Pairing: Yūji Terushima x Female party goer Characters: Tetsurō Kuroo, Koutaro Bokuto, Atsumu Miya, Toru Oikawa (mentioned) Rating:NSFW!
FYI:Every single character in this is aged up. The third years like Suga are now in college and the second years like Kuroo and Bokuto are now in their third years and are 18+ I also wrote this at 1am while I was drunk so if it doesn’t make sense I am sorry jnkbhjvgc
The roaring thumps of music rang through the house. Stampedes of jostling feet abused the floorboards. House parties were often wild… and then there were Oikawa’s. “Hey Y/N! Having a good time?” A very buzzed Sugawara slouched down next to you on the sofa. “Absolutely exhilarated, Sugar.” You smile at the boy with saucers for pupils. “How about you?” “Oh you know, taking what I can get.” He grins, welcoming a joint between his lips and inhaling deeply. The end of the roach lit with his breath. “I can see that.” You laugh. “Tell me, how’s college life treating you.” He lets out a hearty scoff. “To beers every night and ass on the side.” He picks up your legs and lounges them over his own. “Damn you living that good life.” You ruffle his hair. “Ass code for certain someone we know?” You grin. He presses his forefinger to his lips, silencing you. “As much as Oikawa could be a ponce, he does throw a good party.” “HEY HEY HEY you could say that again!” A boy from a group says, approaching the two of you. You glance up at them. Yūji Terushima, Tetsurō Kuroo, Koutaro Bokuto and Atsumu Miya. Odd group to be seen together. “My oh my who invited you troublemakers?” You smirk. Kuroo leans down for a quick hug. “You know you missed us.” Atsumu teases. “Like how I miss the 90s my love, fun to think about but would never go there if I had the choice.” You fire back. “Oh how I missed that spunk. What you been up to killer?” The single twin asked also giving you a hug. “Ahh you know, the usual. Getting through my last year. I miss the dumbass third years that graduated though. Like this stoner.” You say punching Suga lightly on the arm. Your eyes trail up to one of the boys. Terushima. You hadn’t actually had a proper conversation with him. In fact you hadn’t really been around him that much either. “Ay! Easy on the merchandise!” Suga whines with the joint still pressed against his lips. You notice Bokuto slightly frowning. “What’s up buttercup?” You ask him. He purses his bottom lip out and furrows his brows. Then it hits you. “Oh you big baby.” You say standing up and jumping into his arms. Bokuto immediately smiles and lifts you off the ground. As he lets go you notice your spot taken by Terushima who whispered to Suga. “Hey! Rude! Taking someone’s seat.” You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. Your hip popping out just magnifying the sass that tripped from your tone. “Oh by all means it’s still open.” He said patting his lap. Kuroo snickers alongside Atsumu. You scoff and shrug your shoulders. “Fine. Don’t complain when I get too heavy.” You drop yourself onto his lap and place your legs back over Suga’s. Terushima remains unbothered and rests one hand on your thigh. “Yeah you haven’t changed one bit.” Kuroo says brushing back the hair from your eyes. You playfully bite in his direction. “Gotta get Karasuno to have a practice match with us soon.” “Gosh Tetsurō you can just say that you want to see me, don’t have to make up excuses.” “Darn caught me. That obvious?” Kuroo sarcastically asks. You laugh, now noticing your arm starting to ache as you hold it close to your body. “That can’t be comfortable.” Terushima lifts your arm and wraps it around his shoulders as he slips his hands onto your waist. “What a gentleman.” Atsumu licks his teeth trying not to smile. You fake laugh at him. “Aww Miya don’t get jealous. You remember our fun little experiences after your games.” “Think you’d remember them better darlin’ found someone else who can make you shake like that?” “What makes you think that’s any of your business?” “I’ll take that as a no then.” There was something about his smugness that made you smirk. Sure, he could be an asshole at times but damn could he make you squirm. “Shit. We’re finishing this later. Someone just high-fived Sakusa and he looks like he’s about to explode.” Atsumu says quickly as he rushes away from the group. “That can’t end well.” Suga giggles with red eyes. Far from gone out of their reality. “Awh, Sugar, honey. I’ll drive you to your dorm later ‘Kay? I don’t want you dying tonight.” Suga vaguely waves at you and stares at the ceiling. Kuroo and Bokuto remain deep in conversation over what one can only assume to be volleyball, leaving you with the boy whose lap you claimed as your personal seat.
“Hm.” You faze your attention to him. “What about you Mr seat stealer? What’s been going on in your life?” “Aside from pissing off some pretty girls, not much actually.” “Well then I’d say you’re pretty used to this behaviour by now huh?” He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Just barely flashing you a look of the silver stud that rest on his pink tongue. “Well none of them decided to just come sit on my lap so I’d say as of right now I’m quite surprised at your boldness.” “That’s me.” You smirk. “Weird question, do you have a tongue piercing?” He glances to his right and chuckles. “Take a look for yourself.” He states before sticking out his tongue, exposing it as clear as day. “Wow…” you edge just that tiny bit closer to get a better look. “Another weird question, can I touch it?” You ask cocking your head to the side. Terushima raises an eyebrow. “I guess so. Fingertip is safe but I’m not opposed to your tongue.” “I’m sure you aren’t.” You mock, gently tapping the titanium ball with your nail. “Looks cool.” “Thanks, feels cool too.” “Ever used it on someone else?” You ask leaning further into his body. “Of course.” “And the feedback?” “Breathtaking.” You felt your lips curl into a smile. “Interesting.” “You could always find out for yourself.” He grips your waist slightly tighter. “Huh… you really think you could handle me?” “I do. Yes.” You glance up at the boys in front of you. “Hey Tetsurō…” Kuroo pauses mid sentence and awaits your next words. “Terushima over here seems to think he can take me.” Your words send Kuroo into a fit of maniacal laughter. He nods at you which immediately makes you straddle Terushima’s lap in one swift movement. “Good luck bud.” Kuroo salutes him. “I’m out of my fucking tree and even I know that’s ridiculous.” Sugawara chimes in. “Alright then.” Terushima pulls you in closer, you feel his crotch just below your own. “I guess we’ll just see huh?” A challenge. You always liked boys who challenged you. “I guess so.” You lock your lips against his, snaking one of your hands into his hair. “And so it begins.” Kuroo whispers to Bokuto. “Y/N, I’m warning Oikawa. Go use his room.” He says before dragging Bokuto along with him. You pull away from his lips. “Well you heard him.” You grab his hand and you get up from his lap.
Leading him down the corridor, you find the room that Kuroo suggested. “So, seat stealer, your night. Tell me what to do.” As you turn to face him again he picks you up in an instant and wraps your legs around his waist. Moving to the bed with you sitting once again straddle on his laps. “Well you see, since you’re so hung up on me taking your seat, I figured I’d give you a new one.” “Oh is that so?” You say running your hands through his hair. “Uh huh. So why not you be a good girl and take your spot.” He said as he lay back and unzipped your skirt, throwing it to the other side of the room. His strong spiker hands gripped your hips and pulled you up to his face until you hovered just over his lips. He lay a soft peck on your inner thigh followed by a harsh bite that made you yelp. You felt his finger graze over your sensitivity through your panties which made you shudder at the touch. “I’m starting to like this seat.” You joke. “You’ll love it soon.” He rebuts. Replacing his finger, a slick tongue trailed up your panties, before slipping inside. His hand separated the fabric for easier access. The sudden sensation caused you to whine. You could feel the cold metal make contact with your hot clit. Terushima’s fingers dug into your hips as he sent his tongue in deeper. Your back arched in the air. One of your hands gripped at his hair for balance. Your voice broke as your moans became more desperate for release. “Teru…shima…” you breathily called out his name as he devoured you completely. The piercing that lay on his tongue made you feel twice as good as usual. The mix of metal, saliva and his tongue drive you mad. “I’m… gonna—“ you cut yourself off with a high pitched whine, signalling to him that you were just at the edge. In what felt like a split second, Terushima lifted you off of his face and threw you onto your back. He spread your legs and continued. Faster than before. Quickly driving you back to your fast reaching orgasm. Only this time, he pumped two fingers inside of you at the same time. The combination of everything was too much. You gripped the bed sheets tightly in your fists. “Please please please please.” You whined desperately. This time he wasn’t stopping. He just went fast and harder. Pulling you closer and closer over the edge. “That’s it. Come for me.” His words immediately finished you off. Your body erupted into intense spasms that tried to force your legs shut. But he held them down and rubbed aggressively at your sweet spot, dragging out your orgasm. When you finally caught your own breath you noticed him smirking down at you. “My feedback?” You laugh and look up at the ceiling. “Breathtaking.”
Dis is kinda what I imagined some of the boys from Haikyuu would do in an instance where you use the safeword. (Kuroo, Ushijima, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Bokuto)
All time jumped! Don’t you worry :) this is all when they are consenting adults
Kuroo
aware of your limits
can usually pick up when you’re not feeling good or not as excited
sometimes he gets carried away
degradation is usually where he excels
going a little too hard without realising
hears quiet sniffles and stops immediately
“colour?” He asks
he catches a glance at your face thats been away from his vision the whole time
its stained with tears
he pulls out right away without waiting for an answer
frantically rushing to put some pants on before throwing a blanket over you and caressing your cheek
as you cry he strokes your face gently
“shh its ok. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry”
guilt eats away at him
he asks permission to give you a hug
he pulls you in tightly and kisses your forehead
you sit on his lap in a tight embrace
Ushijima
baby unaware he can really easily hurt you
overwhelming strength and size thats hard to take
not sadistic in the slightest but still urges a safeword
has you on top and thrusting up
it hurts more than usual
like r e a l l y hurts
your eyes water in the way thats not the usual pain and pleasure watering
you dont want to ruin his orgasm but ouchies
your nails dig into his shoulders and you break out into a sob of messy pleading
“ r-red… red… red…” you voice breaks
he lifts you as soon as you started crying and holds you to his body
“are you hurt? What can I do?” he asks frantically
his strong arms keep you close to him. stroking your hair softly
he plants soft kisses on you cheeks and forehead
doesnt let go until he feels like you have fully calmed
checks in every few seconds and reminds you that he’s sorry
Kageyama
has had a really shitty day
decides to take it out on you in the bedroom
gag in your mouth and hands bound
he stands beside the bed, hitting various parts of your body too hard
his anger obviously present in the hits
he forgets your limit zones where he is not to hit in any circumstance, one of your only rules
he mistakes your back arch in pain for pleasure
until he notices your panicked breathing and tapping of your foot
he snaps out of it, pulls the gag out of your mouth and unbinds your hands
“Are you ok?” he asks
“you… you hit the spot. the spot kags”
he goes to touch you but you flinch
his face falls to horror
“I am so sorry baby! I…” he starts to tear up and runs to get you some water
he takes it really rough and does whatever he can to look after you all night
he makes you food and helps you bathe
Tsukishima
he is mean in the bedroom
always degrading
obviously very good at it
takes it too far sometimes and doesnt notice you being off
“tsukki…”
he wraps a hand around your throat and growls “shut up slut, I’m almost done. Then you’ve served your only purpose in my life”
it breaks your heart
you always felt like you weren’t good enough for tsukki
choking back on tears you wheeze out “red” with your lack of oxygen
as he lets go in shock you break down
sobbing and frantically apologising for ruining his orgasm
he pulles you onto his lap and rocks you gently
speaking gently with reminders of “I love you” “never apologise” “I didnt mean what I said”
soft kisses all over face
keeps you close to him all night and buys you flowers the next day
Bokuto
size also an issue
doesn’t understand that you have your limits to how much you can take
unintentionally hurts you if he goes too hard
gets overexcited and wants to please you
too much
you feel tearing and pure pain rather than pleasure
in an instant you say “red” as loud as you can
t s u n a m i of questions
“are you ok? did i hurt you? where does it hurt? anywhere else?”
carries you to the bathroom and runs a bath for you
cleaning you up all nice
helps you change and carries you back to bed where you cuddle up together
when akaashi tells bokuto that he’s found him a math tutor, he’s thoroughly surprised.
not because he’s managed to find him a math tutor—a singular, willing math tutor—amongst the entire university’s student body, but because akaashi himself is not going to be the one to tutor him.
HOLY SHIT THIS IS JUST SO SOFT AND WARM!!!!! AAAAAAAH!!! CAN I SIMP EVEN HARDER FOR THIS MAN? FUCK YES I CAN, ESPECIALLY WHEN YUE WRITES HIM SO AMAZINGLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even on the way to report a stalker to the police, Tetsurō could still make you smile. Still, once Tōru had pulled into the lot, your mood inside darkened.
“Ready?” He murmured, sympathetically. You nodded quietly and grabbed the small box of evidence, that being the package, letter, and picture. You just hoped it was enough. “As I’ll ever be,” You muttered.
The police station, although well lit and organized, still gave you an uneasy feeling, despite your attempts to shake it off.
Tōru, who seemed to share your unsettled feelings, guided you towards the front desk with a hand on your back. As you stepped up to the front desk, a blank faced man glanced up at you for a moment before looking back at his things.
“How can I help you?” He asked, clearly bored. You inhaled to calm your nerves before setting the box on the desk. “I’d like to make a report… I’m being stalked.” You saw his eyebrow raise as his gaze flickered to the box.
“And you’re sure?” Put off by his tone, you nodded earnestly. “I am. And I want to make a report.” He sighed, almost as if you were inconveniencing him.
“Name?” You frowned at his tone. “(Y/L/N) (Y/N). Inside the box-“
“Hold on, ma’am, I didn’t ask all that,” He interrupted, clicking his tongue. Stunned, you fell silent, but Tōru clearly wasn’t having it.
“Sir, she’s trying to make a report, so if you would just listen-“ The officer glared, not impressed. “No, you listen. We will get to this ‘stalker’ when we have a chance, but Miyagi is a large prefecture with a lot of crime. I assure you that you’re not in danger, so please calm down.”
Tears of frustration stung your eyes, but you weren’t done yet. “How can you be sure?! You haven’t even looked inside the box! What if he tries something? What, are you only going to believe me then?!”
The officer just handed you a paper, looking positively finished with the conversation. “Ma’am, please, you’re being hysterical. It’s not a matter of believing you or not, it’s a matter of priority. Now, if you could go fill that over there, please, there’s a line you’re holding up.”
You were floored completely. Your hands trembled, threatening to let the paper flutter to the floor. You truly couldn’t believe it. Silent, you walked over to the waiting area, no longer having any words left you in you.
“What is wrong with y-?!” You stopped the peeved brunette in his tracks with a pull to his sleeve. When his eyes landed on you, you simply shook your head, not wanting to escalate the matter further.
You waited until closing the car door to let loose, the day’s heartache leaving you in sobs that seemed to shake your entire being. The feeling of helplessness was just too overwhelming to keep in.
