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)
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
— i changed the format of my chapters for the bottom part and i’m so pleased with it :>
— y/n obviously doesn’t like that kuroo has moved onto misa but who is she to dislike a girl she doesn’t know.
— next chapter gets better
— also! i’ve released a requested drabble but @iroxanamiranda had said this is the apparently the canon past kuroo and y/n so if you are tired of the angst i’ve been throwing, here you go! here is the link :)
— also expect another chapter 6:30pm pst due to this post
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
you narrowed your attention from your conversation with haru in your messages towards bokuto, who was driving with his head forward. you processed his words, unsure how to take that— were you supposed to be? was something being planned?
“ i’m asking because you seem nervous. “ he implored, almost like he knew what you were thinking.
the corner of your lips lifted at the realization, turning away to look out the window to watch the cars move beside the vehicle. “ i must be easy to read if you can see how distressed i seemed. “ you quipped. staring at the athlete in the reflection of the glass, your face faltered. “ what’s wrong? “
he glanced at you, returning to face the road to initiate, “ did you two actually sleep together? “ the silence was growing heavier by how you remained without answer, just wanting to see if kuroo had any right to be upset the other night.
you release a short laugh under your breath, somewhat content that it was believable. although the tweet was an accident, the way his shirt was removed was also an incident between the two of you— accidentally spilling alcohol onto his shirt and he went to go wash it off before it stuck onto his skin.
the way bokuto released a long exhale almost like he was content that you weren’t actually using haru but in a way, content that your plan was working. it was almost like everything was going well on your behalf.
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
ah yes, kuroo tetsuro, the next king in line, the one who was deemed as the most handsome prince with his eye catching smile and a face carved by god himself. he was adored amongst the people of the kingdom for his acts of heroism and selflessness.
but there was only one slightproblem
YOU HATED HIM
kuroo tetsuro, in your words, was the most annoying bastard you had ever met.
you had known kuroo ever since you were a child,, heck you were practically raised with him. your father was a knight that had saved the king’s life,, automatically earning your family a place in the king’s palace.
people told you “you’re so lucky to know the prince so closely.” you considered it a punishment. all kuroo was, was a pain in your ass.
oh the ridiculous amount of times he would snatch books out of your hands so you’d jump up to try and take them from him,, while he had that shit eating grin plastered on his face,,
or when you were taking a bite of food and he’d appear out of nowhere just to shove the bite in his mouth
or perhaps when he’d tell you the wrong dress codes for events or the wrong times and you’d either end up coming late or super early
the worst however was when he KNOWINGLY proposed to you in front of half the palace to be his valentine
and you obv couldn’t say NO because it was the bloody prince and apparently every1 dreamed to go out on a date with him
so you just said yes and kuroo hugged you,, and then he whispered in your ear about how it’ll be the worst date of ur life
“daydreaming about me, sweetheart?” a voice snaps you out of your thoughts. the voice that you could recognize from your grave. kuroo tetsuro.
“don’t you ever shut up?” you hiss as you turn around. kuroo doesn’t seem to take the hint as he follows you.
“awh, just admit it–you were missing me” kuroo ruffles your hair.
“STOP RUFFLING MY HAIR I WORKED ON THAT HAIRSTYLE FOR 1 HOUR” you yell. “and why would I miss a man that has his head so far up his ass he can’t see anything but himself?”
“at least, I don’t need a chair to stand on to talk to people,” he grins.
“IF YOU INSULT MY HEIGHT ONE MORE TIME I WILL BURY YOU ALIVE” you hiss as you walk towards your chambers
kuroo snickers, he’s always found your reactions to be amusing. It was always so much fun to push your buttons, wasn’t it? you were the one he looked around for, who’s reactions he wanted to see and the only one he wanted to annoy.
and with that thought, he heads to his room
a loud banging noise wakes him up. and kuroo can’t think straight. what was happening???
and then it hits him like a train
that was the sound alarm for when someone attacked the palace.
kuroo jolts out of bed and his mind immediately goes to you. you’ve always been a heavy sleeper. even if hell broke lose you wouldn’t wake up.
and kuroo just grabs his sword, no thoughts, head empty absolutely as he rushes to your room
he barges in only to be decked in the face causing him to fall back
“takethat you filthy–wait–KUROO??”
kuroo groans in pain, clutching the left side of his face, “–ouch–WHY DID YOU PUNCH ME?”
and ur like are you really THAT dumb the alarm is sounding and some random bastard barges into my room what do you think I’m going to do?????
and he’s like “i don’t know take a quick scan before you punch them into the bloody oblivion???”
and once kuroo removes his hand you can see a bruise forming on his left cheekbone alongside a cut,,
“shit–i’m so sorry,” you mutter. “hold on, I got a first aid kit here.”
“i don’t think we have time–the alarm–” just as kuroo says this, the alarm stops ringing.
“seems like we got plenty, now shush.”
you drag him into your bathroom, and he’s leaning on the counter, as you apply a little anti septic
and kuroo flinches
“sorry,” you mumble once again. “i really didn’t think you’d be coming here.”
“of course I would,” kuroo replies. his voice is much deeper than you remember it to be, eyes focusing on you as if it’s the first time he’s looking at you.
“i just figured I would be the last on your list of people to save,” you say under your breath, eyes not meeting his, but kuroo manages to hear it.
“you’ve always been on top of any list i’ve written,” kuroo replies, as he puts the tip of his finger under your chin, to get you to look at him. “you’d only realize if you weren’t so busy hating me.”
and ur like ????!!! wth are you talking about boi
“are you really that oblivious to my feelings?” kuroo asks.
FEELINGS??? WHAT FEELINGS
the confusion on your face gives it away and kuroo doesn’t take to it too nicely
so he just says,, “nevermind,” and he walks out of the bathroom. “mom and dad are probably looking for me. g’night.”
and you realize,, you’ve spent so much time loathing kuroo’s annoying habits that you never really paid attention to all the nice things he did for you
the amount of times he did your homework or taught you sword fighting, how you were always the first person he’d tell any good news too, how without fail he’d save you those little pizzas you’d like and made sure you’d eat, how he remembered your favorite flowers and placed them on your door every morning,
how he’d be the only person you could talk to after a nightmare and how he’d wrap his arms around you when all you did was want to disappear from the world. all the times he made life much more bearable with his presence,,
plus the valentines date he took you out on was actually fun. both of you ate your favorite ramen, saw a sky full of stars and even listened to some music together
and suddenly it all made so much sense
so you ran, ran all the way to kuroo’s rooms which made you realize ya got no leg strength babe wth ya doin
you knock on his door and kuroo opens it and you can see his eyes are a bit red,, “did you come all the way here to reject me–”
“i’m not oblivious to your feelings–imean–i am,” you say. “but only a little bit,” you smile sheepishly. “i do like you and i sure as hell would love it if we went out on another date.”
“alright, a date it is then,” kuroo smiles. “and I’ll also bring a chair with me in case i’m not able to hear you.”
yeah kuroo got decked in the face again for that one
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: i’m so sorry for not updating! things got really messy with school lol anyways, here’s an update for you! thank you for waiting!
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I had a mistake last update so here is the original, i’m so sorry I didn’t notice it.
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: a very short update! i’m so sorry i rellay need to finish a lot of work, but i promise more updates once i finish all of my homework. plus i got really pissed because i wrote a whole paragraph for this chapter but then tumblr crashed and i forgot to save it. lost all the motivation to write so more conversations for everyone. the dates are also messed up, i’m very sorry.
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✎ The next day finally comes, (y/n) being (y/n), she woke up really late. Seeing missed calls and text messages from Coach Manabu, she finally realized that she was calling him manager the whole time but Coach Manabu didn’t mind because it was his fault for not introducing himself as Nekoma’s Coach. He was actually flattered that she thought he was a manager which meant he looked young for his age.
Quickly getting up from her bed, she did a quick shower and proceeded to get ready. Grabbing her bag which was full of clothes that will help her survive the next few days at the training camp in Saitama. (y/n) was lucky that Saitama was only a 24 minute train ride from Tokyo. The training camp has started a few hours ago and yet here she was, almost lunch time which reminded her that there would be a lot of people by the train station.
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: conversations will still be with karasuno but i promise there will be more nekoma conversations once (y/n) gets to know them!! ☺️
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: one or two updates per day until i finish all my homework hope i finish everything before sunday☺️ anyways, daichi calling (y/n) baby is *chefs kiss* i’ll have fun facts about ah, love at the end of the series! so make sure to wait for that!
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: pls don’t be shy to interact with the series i love reading comments and it gives me so much serotonin i might have another series once i finish this, but for now updates will be slow as i have to finish some school related stuff.
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
warnings: there will be parts in the conversation where the boys are thirsty for u but there will be no sexual interactions until they all come of legal age
and you were sure he’d noticed. he’s not stupid, after all. he’s the smartest person you know. maybe not the most intuitive—because that would be kenma—but he was the most intelligent. he’s probably picked up on it already. whenever he tries to talk to you, you give him a nonchalant or an uninterested response. you avoid him in the hallways. and you don’t wait for him after your club so you can walk home together. you’ve stopped interacting with him outside of school entirely.
oh yeah, he’s definitely noticed. currently, you’re sitting next to him in geography. the teacher’s blabbering about some sort of religious impact on economy and agriculture. you couldn’t care less. this was an elective, anyway. all you had to do was get more than seventy-percent in the final exam and your report card wouldn’t even have a dent.
“oi, chibi,” kuroo nudges you in the slightest way. you roll your eyes, pretending to read the textbook, “you know, you’re five pages behind, right?”
your cheeks heat up almost instantaneously. you flip the pages, and scribble something on your notebook as you continue paying “attention”. the volleyball captain only snickers next to you, “who are you fooling, chibi? you’re not listening to the class at all.”
“maybe if you’d shut your trap, i could focus better,” you grit your teeth. he laughs breathily, hiding it with his palm so the teacher doesn’t see, “tell me, chibi-”
“that is not my name. and stop talking, please. this is important for the exam.”
he shuts up after that. you feel bad, but you only tell yourself it’s better for the long run. if you were being truthful to yourself, it was hurting you just as much as it hurt him. you were kind of, sort of in love with him, after all. avoiding him was your first thought when you came to the conclusion. you’ve been doing so for weeks.
the day passes smoothly. and you being you, leave the school grounds as soon as your club finished its course for today. you check your wristwatch as you’re leaving the library—the volleyball team doesn’t dismiss for another half hour. you still have time.
“hello there, chibi.”
well, shit.
you stop in your tracks, turning to see kuroo tetsurō standing there by the gate of the school. you’re definitely taken aback. why is he not in the gymnasium? what about practice?
“i think you forgot that i’m the captain of the team,” he smugly says, walking towards you, “i can cancel practice whenever i want if i have a reasonable excuse.”
“you’re a shit captain, then,” you scoff, beginning to walk away. he follows you though, catching up to you as he exclaims, “oh come on, what did i do wrong?”
“what?” you ask, “you didn’t do anything.”
“then why are you ignoring me?” he questions, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. you halt too, looking up at him as you wrack your brain for some sort of excuse, “for the past month, you haven’t even spoken to me properly. we stopped hanging out after school entirely because one day, you decided to up and leave my life.”
“i was busy,” you meekly mumble, “sorry.”
“bullshit,” he laughs dryly, “do you really think i can’t tell when people are mad at me?”
you sigh in a defeated tone, “i’m not… mad at you.”
“of course you deny it,” he rolls his eyes, “you know what, screw it. be that way. i’m sorry i bothered you.”
he turns to walk away. you can’t really blame him. he’s been there whenever you needed him since middle school, and you quite literally just dropped him when you realized you were in love with him. it wasn’t his fault—he always overreacted like this or blamed himself for things that weren’t even his fault. you’d seen it happen firsthand. whenever kenma got sick, kuroo would end up blaming himself. he would say he isn’t a good friend, and would go over to kenma’s place to take care of him. it was sort of adorable to you, but also bittersweet. you bite your lip as you see his retreating figure. he’s getting farther and farther away, and you can only imagine what must be going through his head.
you let out a deep breath before running after him.
“tetsurō!” you yell. he stops walking immediately, slightly turning his head. his eyes widen when he sees you running at him in full speed, and you stop when you’re inches away from him. you pant, hands on your thighs as you try to regain your normal breath.
“i’m sorry,” you let out an exasperated sigh, “i’m sorry, okay? something happened and i got a little insecure and i avoided you because i didn’t want to share it with you. you would’ve found out eventually because you can read me like a book, and i didn’t want that to happen.”
“you avoided me because you didn’t want me to find out what’s going on in your life?” he mumbles, trying to make sense of what you said, “do you realize how dumb that sounds?”
you blush, “yes, i know how dumb that sounds.”
“are you sure you’re not mad at me? did i do something stupid or say something hurtful?” he asks. you shake your head.
he nods. an awkward sort of tension fills up the area surrounding the two of you, and he asks, “can you tell me why you were avoiding me now? i-is that why you’re talking to me again?”
“uh,” you pause, “i-i don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“i won’t push it, don’t worry,” he says, ruffling your hair. you groan, pushing his hand off as he laughs. there’s a sort of bitter feeling snipping away at your chest when you look at his face. he hides himself, though, turning away as he begins to walk again. your voice gets stuck in your throat, but you start walking too.
you’d tell him one day. you just weren’t ready yet.
reacting to you grabbing their hand while they´re asleep vol. 2
pairing: character x reader
characters: kuroo, tendou
a/n: here’s part two!! (have you read the first part with oikawa and bokuto already?) i hope you like it!! if you have any more ideas for characters, leave a comment <3
kuroo
you felt your body awaken, opened your eyes and found a snoring tetsuro next to you. your heart was racing, your dream was horrible. your family was gone and all your friends ignored you, you were a ghost, watching over your closest people talk shit about you after your death. but it was just a dream, right? you gotta be sure and lightly grabbed kuroo‘s hand.
you shrugged when his big hand clasped around yours and you heard his deep, sleepy voice whispering. “y/n-chan, baby, did you have a bad dream?” your eyes were slowly getting used to the dark and so you saw his muscular arms move over your body to pull you closer to his chest. you smelled his musky, but sweet perfume and snuggled yourself into his body. “i’m here baby, it’s okay..” were the last words before you fell back into sleep, this time dreaming about your future with the love of your life.
tendou
you were turning around, again and again. why was your bed so uncomfortable tonight. your mind was anywhere else, not here, not in your bed, next to the red haired boy you loved so much. you were so stressed out. work, friends, sleep, everything was screaming in your head getting louder until you began to sob, sitting in the bed, your face buried in your knees. you didn‘t notice you grabbed tendou‘s hand in your emotional state.
you suddenly felt a warm hand on your back, shrugged for a moment, but didn‘t look up. he squeezed your hand a little and came closer, pressing his cheek against yours. you heard him humming one of your favorite songs, “starlight” by taylor swift. he let lose of your hand and used his finger to wipe away your tears. “everything is gonna be fine baby.” he held you close, listened to you all night and the next morning brought you breakfast in bed.
♧ loves it when hid partner rides him. thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world and really, how could they not ride his cock like their life depended on it when he’s looking at them with the cockiest smirk, his hands behind his head, biceps flexed. “go on, kitten. ride that cock,”
