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
chapter five ; who cares about what kuroo thinks !
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. 〞
— this isn’t like STY related, but i learned clown fish can change their sex.
— anyways, yes bokuto and y/n are now living together for the time being, just to see if she can actually feel comfort and away from kuroo.
— kuroo is actually sus about the two hence that he didn’t know that they had fucked till just recently when it’s been months since the break up between kuroo and y/n
yessss!!!! finally y/n accepted bo’s offer! im so glad that y/n is giving it a try and creating distance. hopefully this will allow her to grow and come to terms with the relationship. AND KUROO OMG bitch is just asking to be smacked talking about his date then saying he isn’t one for dating….. THEN as soon as y/n mentions leaving now suddenly he is concerned??? like sir?? i think this distance will be good for both of them and hopefully also help show kuroo what y/n actually means to him. bc rn i think he is just taking her for granted.
chapter fourteen ; OMG CAUSE SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU
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. 〞
your fingers danced on the keys of your laptop, attempting to email your landlord about allowing you to be freed from the lease. leaning into your palm, with your eyes burning on the bright screen made you frown against your skin.
sadly, it wasn’t even misa pushing you into this— it was kuroo.
stretching your arms above your head, a bang of multiple knocks was at your bedroom door making you flinch at the noise. you lowered your arms as you slowly made out from your bed towards the door, receiving more knocks on the other end.
“ [lastname], open the fucking door. “
your eyes enlarged at how violent and cold kuroo sounded, you reluctantly unlocked your door to meet with a fuming kuroo. your eyes searched for any spec of unassertiveness in his demeanor but you failed to find any.
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. 〞
chapter eight — part two ; who’s fucking y/n in my apartment?
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. 〞
— so only reason this is late is because i knocked out and bitch boy had woke me up by spamming me about how it’s passed six and he knows i haven’t posted so, let’s thank him
— also chapter eight contains two parts so please stay tuned for those!
i like this plan! oooh i can’t wait to see kuroo and haru interact!!! and also to see what kind of person misa is!
and they were each other’s first everything!!! excuse me while i go cry and think about why they broke up in the first place. i can’t wait to find that out too!!
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. 〞
ALSHDJSDGSKSH things are heating up i can already smell the delicious scent of drama and misunderstandings
ALSO!!! that anon from before was totally right!!! we hate misa in this household (but then again maybe she’s super nice and we can become friends and talk shit about kuroo together)
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Anon asked: Hello! idk what to call you, sorry for that. Are you open for request? If you open, can I request for suna, kuroo, oikawa or anyone you want other than those three reaction to their babies get a vaccinations. yk how babies need to get their vaccine after they were born right or maybe when they were like a toddler (kind of like 6-14 months I guess. idk) . I wanna know their reactions, whether they will cry, upset or just normal when their babies got a shot. maybe perhaps add their mother in your headcanon reaction too. Hehe thank you!
authors.note: This is the req I was talking about I just find it so cute aaaa also I need to stop procrastinating and end up writing at 3 am. I need to get my sleeping schedule in check ASAP. Enjoy <3
TW: MENTIONS OF NEEDLES
OIKAWA Tooru, world renowned volleyball player and member of the argentina olympics volleyball team is bawling his eyes out on the pediatrician’s bed while holding your 6 and a half month old daughter. It is your baby’s first vaccine, of course both of you are scared and concerned about your little girl’s reaction but Tooru isn’t handling it well at all. He had begun sniffling even from before heading in, treating the chubby baby in his arms as if these were her final moments. Your little girl wasn’t even acting concerned when the needle pierced her skin, she was completely calm in her father’s arms holding onto his index finger like she always did when he was hugging her. Things changed however, when Tooru -after the shot was over- decided to open the tear ducts and smother his baby in kisses. “Oh how brave my little Princesa!!! She didn’t even shed a tear!” And at that the waterworks began. You don’t know if it was her dad’s own tears, an aftershock of the vaccine or just the drama queen gene she got from your husband but now you have two crying children in your car.
SUNA was calm and collected during the appointment. He sat on the bed with his little boy in his lap, fingers tickling his sides in an attempt to distract him from the needle steadily entering his arm and pressing light kisses on his brunette little head whenever his brows furrowed. The nurse conducting the vaccine called him a trophy dad after he successfully kept his son from crying out. All Suna had to say was that his little boy was just built different. Once back in the car he asked you to drive, opting to sit in the back with his son still in his arms, rubbing small circles on the boy’s back more as a soothing mechanism for him rather than the child. “You okay there, Rin?” You saw him place a few kisses on your son’s brow before lulling him to sleep on his chest. “Just a little shaken up is all, nothing to worry about.” At the next stoplight you couldn’t help yourself from taking a pic through the rearview mirror.
KUROO is an interesting case. He is completely calm, daring even to subtly boast about his wife to the doctor who was too busy scribbling down the name of the vaccine to care about your husband’s shenanigans. He holds your daughter gently, letting her play with his tie while the nurse gets everything ready and even starts talking with her despite her only responses being baby gibberish. And you think that everything is going to go smoothly; your baby rarely cries even when she falls on her butt during play time so getting a shot won’t be that bad. You’re wrong. Kuroo blanches when the needle comes into view, jerking his knee in the process. His stress soon is picked up from your little girl who looks up at her father with scrunched up brows reaching out with her little hand to touch his face. He simply kisses her chubby palm before bracing both himself and her for the upcoming vaccine. The moment she begins to cry -and the needle is out of course- he is up bouncing her in his arms and kissing her cheeks saying what a good girl she was for the nice ladies. He manages to calm her down fairly quickly but then needs to take a second to calm himself as well. Almost faints for a moment.
Things weren’t the same anymore. Waking up next to him didn’t give you a thrill, didn’t make your heart race like it used to. Bringing him coffee in the morning, kissing his cheek… his fingers never lingered where your lips pressed against his heated skin. Your laughter didn’t make his heartbeat skip, it just stayed still now. You both felt it, you both knew that things were different now… but never had the words been spoken out loud. They were there though, despite never being acknowledged. They were there when the two of you fell asleep alone, your bodies just mere inches from one another. Together but undeniably alone.
“Hey baby,” Kuroo spoke from behind you, jolting you back into reality. You turned to the man you once loved, the one you wish you still felt the same for. You smiled up at him, a sad smile… but a smile nonetheless.
“Hey,” you replied softly, holding back a small cringe at the feeling of his lips pressing against your forehead. A pang of numbness swirled in your stomach at the attempted affection. Pushing the feeling down your throat, you quickly changed the topic, “Do you have volleyball today?”
He nodded, stepping back from you. A rush of oxygen invaded your lungs, the suffocating feeling leaving you as the distance between your body and his grew, “Yeah we’re going to go practice with Fukurodani today. You want to come? Your bestie will be there.”
You chuckled at his teasing tone, rolling your eyes, “Akaashi isn’t my bestie, he’s just a friend.”
He reciprocated your eye roll jokingly, “Sometimes I think you like him more than you like me.”
You knew he was meaning it in a joking manner, but you could read it all over his face. He actually thought that. He saw the way you and Akaashi spoke, how Akaashi smiles at you and you smile back. The two of you had grown very close over the years, but you never thought of it to the extent that your boyfriend did.
“Don’t be silly,” you chuckled, your tone guarded. He was wrong, but not by much. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But things were so different now… every movement, every kiss… they all seemed so forced now. The relationship you have with Akaashi is so easy. There is no questioning between the two of you. You could talk to Akaashi for hours and never once feel bored or like a burden. That’s not how it is with Kuroo anymore… honestly you’d never felt that way with Kuroo.
“Sure,” he spoke numbly, taking in the way your body stiffened at his words, “So are you coming?”
“Yeah, just let me go get dressed real quick,” you said sweetly, turning to head to his room to find some clothes. He went to reach for you, but you were already so far out of his grasp. In more ways than one.
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“Y/N!” Bokuto yelled as you and Kuroo walked in. Normally he would be holding your hand, walking in step with you… but today you trailed slowly behind him. He had his hands in his pockets today.
“Bo!” you squealed happily, running into the energetic boys arms. He swung you around, nearly knocking Akaashi over but he was used to this. He ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding your tattered converses. A small smile was gracing his lips as he watched you laughing loudly, begging Bokuto to put you down.
“You’re going to make Y/N sick, Bokuto,” Akaashi voiced, his usual monotone voice causing small butterflies to swarm your stomach.
“Listen to ‘Kaashi,” you laughed, clinging onto Bokuto for dear life, “Pleaseee!”
The boy grumpily placed your feet on the ground, but the constant spinning had caused your mind to go a little fuzzy. You stepped forward in an attempt to ground yourself, but you could feel your body tipping over. Steady hands gripped your waist, holding you in place so you wouldn’t faceplant. You assumed it was Kuroo for a millisecond, but then you felt the twist in your stomach. You felt your heart racing slightly faster than it should. You felt your skin set on fire underneath their touch.
“Thanks Akaashi,” you mumbled, placing a hand on your forehead as the world slowly stopped spinning.
“Yeah,” he spoke, the words coming out slightly warbled. Confused, you turned to look at him. His cheeks were dusted over with pink, his eyes never once leaving the sight of his hands gripping your waist.
“‘Kaashi?” he looked up at your eyes at the sound of your concerned tone and for a moment you thought time stopped. His lips parted slightly at the sight of your reddened face, but you knew better than this. You knew that Kuroo was watching and you felt sick because of it, so you spoke up, “You can let go now. I’m not dizzy anymore.”
“Sorry,” he whispered, stepping away from you. That felt different.
When Kuroo stepped away from you, sudden rushes of air plagued your lungs… but when it was Akaashi distancing himself. It was as if all the air in your lungs left with him. Ashamed of the feeling, you pointed towards the bench, “I’m gonna go sit down, have fun guys.”
Akaashi watched you as you walked away, his hands curling into fists at their sides. He wanted to reach out to you, he wanted to hold you… but you weren’t his to hold. You were with Kuroo and of course he knew that. He just hated it.
“Kuroo doesn’t look too happy with you,” Bokuto whispered to his best friend, breaking him from his trance. Akaashi looked over to Kuroo to see him glaring him down. Akaashi’s face remained stoic, but he felt irritation begging to express itself on his gentle features.
“Let it go,” he whispered to himself, causing Bokuto to look at him with a small smirk. Of course Bokuto knew all about Akaashi’s feelings for you. He was also aware of the lack of feelings between you and Kuroo.
“You two would be a cu-”
“Finish that sentence and I won’t set for you for the rest of the season,” Akaashi threatened as he walked away. Bokuto watched him with a knowing smirk, loving the sight of his normally stoic best friend starting to crumble over a girl. But he understood, you were one hell of a girl.
“Let’s play!” Bokuto yelled as he chased after his best friend. -
For a practice match, it seemed a little serious. Normally the boys would be cutting up, but that was not the energy today. You could feel the brewing emotions between Kuroo, Akaashi, and even Bokuto. It only got worse whenever Nekoma won the first match, causing Kuroo to spin you around and kiss you. Surprised, you barely had time to to register what happened to kiss him back. Kuroo felt it, he felt you hesitating to kiss him back. He wanted to say he didn’t know why, it wasn’t like you were shy. The two of you used to do this all the time, but he knew the reason. What hurt the most is that he knew it wasn’t just because Akaashi was there… you just didn’t want to kiss him.
Akaashi watched the moment between the two of you, but from his view he couldn’t see your hesitation. His fist curled once more, anger taking over his body in a fiery motion. The second set. That’s when he was going to kick Kuroo’s ass. “Calm down, Akaashi,” Bokuto said to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Akaashi didn’t mean to, but his body reacted before his brain did. He shoved the boys hand off of his shoulder in a huff.
“Shut up,” he nearly growled, “I am calm.”
“We’ll win the second set,” Bokuto said to him with a smile, giving him room to seethe.
“I know we will.”
True to his word, Fukurodani won the second set. He smirked at Kuroo as he finished the set with a setter’s dump. Kuroo glowered at him, using every bit of restraint in his body to not jump the boy right there. But Akaashi wasn’t done. He turned to you, giving you a thumbs up. You, unaware of the brewing battle between the two boys, gave him a giant smile and returned the gesture.
“That’s it!” Kuroo yelled, pushing the net out of the way to get to Akaashi. Bokuto ran between the two boys, panic set in his features.
“Calm down, Kuroo!” Bokuto said, his tone matching Kuroo’s. He spread his arms out, protecting the smirking setter behind him.
“No,” Akaashi spoke with amusement in his tone, “Let him hit me. I promise to return the favor.”
Bokuto looked at him in surprise, “YOU’RE NOT HELPING!”
Now you understood. Silently, you marched over to the boys. Angry words spewed from each of their mouths like daggers being propelled across a battlefield. The teams were attempting to separate the two boys, but when they saw you walking over with a black aura radiating off of your body they all froze and stepped back. They knew you could handle this, and frankly they didn’t want to be in the mix while you did it.
Kuroo continued to scream at Akaashi, who of course just stared at him with that snotty smirk on his lips. But that all changed when he saw your approaching figure behind Kuroo. His expression dropped, showing the slightest bit of guilt. Kuroo never stopped, his words echoing through the now silent gym.
“Kuroo,” you said to him, your expression void of any feeling. He stopped mid sentence, his eyes widening in surprise. Everyone watched curiously as the tall boy seemed to shrink in shame as he turned to face the angered girl. Seeing that everyone’s attention was on you, you sighed, “Get your stuff. We’re leaving.”
Without another word, you spun on your heels and headed out of the door. Kuroo winced, realizing what was about to come. He silently packed his belongings and followed you out of the building, his movements unbearably slow.
“I guess it’s a tie?” Bokuto voiced, causing the entire room to stare at him in disbelief.
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The ride was silent. Kuroo didn’t even attempt to speak to you. There was nothing that he could say. He thought of apologizing, but he promised you that he would never lie to you. He wasn’t sorry and he wasn’t going to pretend that he was. It was the front door. The front door when it slammed behind you. When you shoved your shoes off of your feet. It was at the front door that the night really began.
“What was that?” you practically spat at the boy while he struggled to undo the knot in his shoes.
“I was protecting what is mine,” he mumbled, his fingers shaking around the skinny fabric.
“Excuse me?” his hands paused, immediately realizing his mistake, “I am not your property, Kuroo. So don’t you dare start that with me, got it? I’ll give you another chance. What was that?”
Kuroo snapped, standing to cower over you. His words came out lightning fast, he didn’t even know what he was saying until it was echoing the halls of his home, “What about you, huh? What about what’s going on with you and Akaashi? How about we talk about that? You think I didn’t see that little show the two of you put on when we got to the gym? You think that I’m an idiot? I saw it all!”
He didn’t intend for it to come off as threatening, he was just tall. But when he saw the way you cowered slightly under his gaze and under the pressure of his words, he softened. His hand reached out to caress your chin, but you shied away from his touch, “You think I don’t know that you don’t love me anymore? I do. Trust me, I have noticed.”
Pain. That’s all you could hear in his now gentle tone. You looked up to the boy, the one you used to love with your whole heart, “I do love you, Kuroo.”
He shook his head, tears dripping from his beautiful eyes, “Baby, please don’t lie to me. We promised we would be honest with one another.”
A sudden sob broke out of your chest as you clung to Kuroo. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, holding you close to him just as he did a million times. But, like most things these days, it was different. You weren’t warm anymore.
He wondered when your body stopped feeling like home to him.
“I want to love you,” you sobbed into his chest, “I want to love you so much, Kuroo.”
“I know, baby,” he sighed, pressing kisses onto the top of your head. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. But instead he just held you tighter, whispering his biggest confession, “I want to love you, too.”
There it was. Out in the open. He felt the same and he had for a while. Today was just his final attempt at keeping you in his arms, no matter how empty it made his heart feel.
“Please don’t hate me,” you whispered to him, causing both of your hearts to scream out in pain. His grasp tightened around you as tears began to flow freely.
“I could never hate you, Y/N.”
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It had been two weeks since you and the Nekoma captain had broken up. It felt so weird to you to be without him. You were kind of thankful that you didn’t attend his school, you could only imagine how much more painful that would have made things. But it definitely was just as awkward at Fukurodani than it would have been at Nekoma.
You hadn’t spoken to Akaashi since that day. Of course, you weren’t sure if it was out of anger or confusion. The anger option was the easier excuse. But you were confused. You didn’t know how to act now. Akaashi made it painfully clear for you that day that he was interested in you and you didn’t know how to handle that. Obviously you had your suspicions beforehand, but he practically wrote it in the sky. How were you meant to act around him now? Was it too soon to talk to him? Did you feel the same way?
That one was the worst question of them all. You honestly didn’t know if you had feelings for Akaashi.
“Talk to him,” your friend prodded, nudging you backside with her elbow. Akaashi and Bokuto were on the other side of the library. Akaashi was attempting to study while Bokuto was trying to convince him to do anything but that. You watched the boys in slight amusement, but it quickly vanished when Akaashi’s eyes met yours. He seemed hopeful for a moment, but when you turned away from him, he felt his heart tearing in his chest.
“I can’t,” you whispered to her, pain evident in your tone. You walked to the other side of the room, attempting to find a seat where Akaashi’s gaze couldn’t burn your skin.
“You’re killing yourself over this,” Hana complained, snatching a book off of the shelf as she walked by. “It would be a lot easier to just… talk to him.”
“I told you,” you grumbled, placing your bookbag on the ground and sitting in the uncomfortable chairs. That was the price you had to pay to keep yourself from seeing Akaashi. Your body screamed out at you in protest. It had not stopped begging for his touch since that day in the gym. When his fingertips brushed against the exposed skin of your slightly raised top, it sparked so many things inside of you. Ever since, your mind and body have been calling out his name. You wondered if his was the same, but you couldn’t think about that long. When you think about his body begging for yours just as desperately as yours cried out for his… You shook your head, “I can’t. I told you I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“What if I don’t actually like him? What if he’s just a rebound?”
“You liked him before the breakup,” she said in a bored tone, spreading the spine of the book. It was new, your ears perked up at the sound of the spine adjusting to its new position.
“It’s too soon.”
“Even Kuroo said to try, didn’t he?”
She was right. That night, Kuroo had helped you pack your stuff (you didn’t live with him, but no one would’ve known that with as much stuff as you had at his place). He zipped up your bag and went to hand it to you. Right before you grabbed it, he spoke, “I know you don’t want to hear this just as much as I don’t want to say it, but I do like Akaashi. I think he would be good for you.”
“Kuroo,” you tried to say, but he silenced you with a pained look.
“Please,” he whispered, dropping the straps of your bag into your hand, “Don’t avoid love because of this.”
You said you wouldn’t. You promised him that you wouldn’t. But here you were hiding in the library from the one person who can set your skin on fire and cool it down with a simple brush of his skin on yours.
“Maybe I’m just scared,” you shrugged, trying to rid the air of this conversation. Hana sighed, dropping the subject. But even with her mouth shut and her eyes lazily scanning the pages in front of her, you knew every single thought going off in her mind.
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“Are you mad at me?” Akaashi asked from behind you. Your body froze at the sound of his voice, so calm yet you could hear the panic behind it.
“No, ‘Kaashi,” you whispered, trying to walk away from him. Akaashi wasn’t sure what took him over at that moment. Maybe it was the fear that if he let you walk away now, you would never come back to him. His hand reached out, taking hold of your arm. His grasp wasn’t harsh, but it spread pain through your entire body. Longing. It sparked inside of you, causing tears to form in your eyes.
“Please,” he whispered, letting his frozen facade crumble as he stared at the floor underneath him, “Please don’t leave me.”
You turned to look at the boy, seeing a single tear drop from his eyes. Your fear was swallowed up by sadness, realizing it wasn’t just you who was breaking down. He needed you just as much as you did him. He just couldn’t ignore it any longer, “‘Kaashi…”
“I am so sorry for how I acted that day,” he struggled to speak, trying to force down a sob. He couldn’t let you walk away. His entire body trembled in fear that he would lose you before he even got to experience loving you.
“I’m not mad at you,” you whispered, but your words meant nothing to him. Not when you’d been avoiding him for so long.
“Then why won’t you talk to me?” he croaked, looking you in the eyes. Time froze around the two of you once more. You couldn’t help but notice how warm his gaze was on you, how inviting it made his body feel to you.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” his voice grew louder in the abandoned hallways. You had never heard him sound so desperate before and suddenly you were thankful school had ended. Akaashi’s grip softened to the point it completely vanished from your body, causing your stomach to twist. You already missed the feeling of his skin on yours. But what broke you even further was seeing Akaashi’s body sink to the floor, barely able to hold himself up on his knees.
“I know that you and Kuroo broke up because of what I did,” he whispered, his fists clenched in his lap, “And I get it if you don’t feel the same about me. You don’t have to. But I cannot stand another day without you beside me. It’s killing me, Y/N.”
The emotion in his voice was raw and painful. You couldn’t stand hearing him like this, and it was tearing you apart that it was your fault he was acting this way. So you finally broke, falling to your knees in front of him. Your hands, so desperate to feel his warm skin beneath your fingertips, reached out in front of you and held onto his face, forcing him to look at you.
“I do feel the same way, Akaashi,” you admitted, your cheeks burning red at the confession, “That’s why I’m so scared. That’s why I’ve been hiding away from you. You were my only thought after I left Kuroo’s house that night. You have been the only thing I have thought about for the last two weeks. Every morning I wake up and look at the place Kuroo once laid and I imagine you there. I imagine your hands wrapped around my waist…”
“I-”
“And it’s wrong,” you sobbed, causing his eyes to widen as your hands fell from his face. He wanted to question you, but instead he stayed silent, “I shouldn’t crave you this much.”
Words were never Akaashi’s strong subject. So instead he threaded his fingers through your hair, gentle and loving fingertips brushing across your scalp. You looked at him, into his gunmetal blue eyes and suddenly you were no longer in the hallway of your school. You weren’t crumpled to the ground in despair, no longer fighting every ounce of your body to not fall in love with him. Suddenly you were in a field of cherry blossom trees, their soft petals gently cascading down from the sky and flowing down the soft edges of your skin.
“Couldn’t we just try?”
And then you were flying. You were in the sky as fireworks bloomed around you. You were soaring above all of the hurt and pain you had been feeling for so long. That numb feeling in your stomach morphing into something so bright and beautiful that you were sure those butterflies people speak of were more than just an expression. Desperation took over your body as you flung yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Akaashi’s neck and pressing your lips to his in a valiant declaration of love. His response was immediate, pulling you closer to him with the hand in your hair. His spare hand wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap. He was tired of the space between your bodies.
“Aka-” Bokuto went to yell as he turned onto the hallway. He stopped, seeing the sight in front of him. The two of you broke your lips apart, but remained together. He rested his forehead against yours, gazing up into your eyes with pure love. You couldn’t look away from them, they were intoxicating. Bokuto nodded approvingly before turning away, headed back to the gym to tell the team that Akaashi would be late to practice.
“You know he’s going to tell the entire team, right?” you asked feebly, your voice barely over a whisper.
A small smile fell onto his lips at your words, “That’s fine with me.”
He didn’t give you another moment to respond before his lips found yours once more. This time much gentler than the last. He poured every unspoken thought he had trapped in his mind into the kiss, and you heard every last word. Every single confession of his love. Every single cry of longing he had felt. Every night he laid in bed restless, wishing it was you beside him and not an empty space.
How your body was home to him.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips as they separated. You looked into his eyes, as if searching for any sign of doubt. Doubt. That’s what you were used to now. But when you saw his unbreaking gaze and felt the vulnerability of his skin… you knew he was void of any doubt.
“I love you… I’m so sorry I made you wait.”
He smiled at you, his body relaxing at the words, “I don’t mind, just don’t run away from me again.”
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: surprise update! my schedule is starting to ease up, so might be back for regular updates soon! ☺️ more kuroo and y/n conversations! there’s a twist next chapter or the next next chapter!
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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: so sorry for slow updates, a lot of work has been piling up. but slowly making progress! might clme back to everyday updates soon!☺️ tysm for almost 100 followers!
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: almost a week since the last update, so here it is! so sorry to keep you all waiting! just had a lot of work to do. might be limiting updates once or twice a week as of now. sorry if i didn’t reply to those who asked to be in the taglist, but i promise i see and read everything and i add all of you to the taglist! so you guys can just literally put “can i be added to the taglist?” and i’ll add you instantly!
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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: first written portion! sorry if it’s short. more nekoma in the next chapters!
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✎ (y/n) wasn’t really good at lying, but she managed to keep up for whole two months. Of course she didn’t attend the following week, but instead she asked the manager if she could start her duties on the month of July and to her surprise the manager agreed to her request as he saw that she was still struggling with life in the city.
Having more time to adjust and to forget about the embarrassment that happened. For the meantime, (y/n) was getting to know the members on her own. She would ask a few of her classmates about the boys’ volleyball club, learning about their skills, positions and their characteristics.
The boys weren’t bad after all, she learned that she was in the same class with the ace of the team, Taketora Yamamoto. She eventually made friends with him, considering the fact that Yamamoto would always stare at her and he would obviously simp for her even though she clearly said that they would be just friends.
Yamamoto was still clueless that his manifestation of having a female manager came true, and he was now best friends with her. At some point, he begged (y/n) to meet the team but she said no. The reason? Simple, she said she’s still shy around people and that she’s afraid that they might not like her. Yamamoto eventually stops begging her and understood that she’s still not comfortable opening up to other people, but that didn’t stop him from mentioning her to the team.
“She’s very pretty and I could just stare at her the whole day,” Yamamoto said to the team while having their daily meeting before practice. Earning a scoff from Kuroo, “Yes, we know. She’s really pretty, now will you stop it and just focus on volleyball?”
Yamamoto blushes and focused on the meeting. “Tora senpai is really lucky to talk to her, if that was me I would have exploded just by touching her,” Lev spoke interrupting Kuroo who was about to say something regarding the meeting.
Kuroo has had enough of them gushing over you, were you really that pretty? He’s been hearing about you for almost two months and yet he still hasn’t seen you around the campus. Oblivious of the fact that you were the one that he was talking about not long ago about the hello kitty underwear. He thought, you might be prettier than hello kitty girl. kuroo i thought u were smart, why haven’t you connected the dots?
The past two months was easy for (y/n), the manager would always update her about the activities regarding the club. Tomorrow will be her official first day, and it would be in a training camp. A great way to introduce yourself, right?
Let’s just hope that it won’t be awkward between her and Kuroo.
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.
from elle ! this one’s dedicated to the amazing @spiritingawaytoanime bc I saw your tags on the iwa one to do a kuroo one and my brain went brrrr >_< thank you so much for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3
you blink slowly as you let the words fully sink in, wondering if all the painkillers were starting to make you a little woozy. last time you checked, you aren’t married and your love life is as exciting as the blank white wall that currently stared back at you. the nurse nods and offers a small smile before exiting the room, leaving you completely and utterly confused.
looking down at your left arm, now encased in a cast, you wince as memories of the past couple of hours come flooding back to your memory. the bright hospital lights allow for a headache to creep into your temples, and you close your eyes from some sort of reprieve.
the peace doesn’t last for too long as the sound of hurried footsteps grow louder and louder until you hear someone bolt through the door.
“yn! are you okay?”
“is that my alleged husband?” you keep your eyes closed, not needing to look towards the door to know that kuroo is the one standing there.
“hey! you’re the one who set me as an emergency contact.” he chuckles, shaking his head and sitting by your hospital bed. “they only allow family members for visits so i had to improvise.”
“but did you have to be my husband?” you groan, finally opening your eyes only to be greeted by the sight of worry plastered on his features, “wipe that look off your face. i’m fine.”
he ignores your statement and rests a hand on yours, “what happened?”
“i slipped and fell wrong, it’s not that-” you attempt to fight off a yawn but fail, exhaustion slowly seeping through your veins, “deep.”
“go rest, yn. i’ll still be here when you wake up.” kuroo manages to keep his voice both gentle and teasing, an emotion you can’t quite place flashing in his eyes. is it admiration? concern? longing?
regardless, you’re too tired to figure out, “you don’t have to stay.”
“what kind of husband would i be if i didn’t?”
“shut up, i hate you.”
kuroo smiles, watching the way your eyelids flutter shut. he waits until he’s sure you’re asleep, taking in the steady rise and fall of your chest and the barely visible smile on your lips, before replying. “but i love you.”
from elle ! ngl, ive never broken my arm so idk how accurate this is but I just got brainrot about the whole ‘only fam can visit’ rule that hospitals have and I know kuroo would just straight up say you’re married </3
Warnings: technically childhood friends to lovers, forbidden lovers, it seems angsty but there’s a happy ending. (cause ya girl can’t do angst)
Authors Note: hi hi! This is very different from what I normally post! But honestly I really enjoyed doing it! And I think it came out pretty okay also I had to mention bokuto cause I can’t have kuroo without Bo hehe <33 this piece is for @introlovesonce upon a time collab!Thank you so much for hosting lovely!
although this piece is SFW, minors you’re not welcome here :):)
The princess that Kuroo was betrothed to wasn’t all that bad.
She had a pretty face, although Kuroo believed she’d be a little prettier if she wasn’t scowling all the time. She tended to only smile when the two of them made public appearances around the kingdom, eyes alight for commoners waving at them on the horse and buggy only to dim as soon as they entered the castle gates. He never understood why she looked at her compact mirror so much, doing it so much she almost forgot he was present sometimes, only coming to acknowledge him with a little nod when she snapped the golden compact shut. He really tried to get to know her better, all the jokes he seemed to tell only made her look more bewildered, brows furrowing up before she’d speak. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
“Hey, these were sitting on the fax- Oh. Nevermind. You’re not here,” Kuroo mutters to himself when he pops his head into your office. He opts to drop the stack of papers on your desk, though one sheet slides off the top and onto the floor by your chair.
He sighs as he bends down to pick it up, such a task for someone so tall who’s been sitting hunched over his keyboard all day. Though when he reaches for the fax cover, his face pales.
“AHH!”
You both scream, your head bumping against your desk in surprise as he recoils back a few steps.
“What are you doing down there?!” He asks, leaning back down to see your huddled position by the computer wires.
“Hiding from my responsibilities,” you grumble like the little cave troll you look like right now.
“You’re on break though.”
“I usually work through it,” you tell him.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sound of three new emails arriving in your inbox makes you groan and wince.
“Well, you have to eat,” he says with his most empathetic look, though in your grumpy state he just seems condescending.
“Why do you care?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. You’re not in the mood to deal with your coworker’s nosiness, no matter how cute you might find him on a regular day.
“Because I’m the one who’s gonna get saddled with all your unfinished tasks if you perish from starvation,” he answers, though his face softens a bit when he straightens his back. “That, and I haven’t figured out the right way to ask you- N-Nevermind.”
He goes to leave your office, but you quickly crawl out from underneath your desk and pop your head up to see his retreating form. You could have sworn you saw his face go bright red.
“Ask me what?”
He stops and takes a few goofy steps backwards until he’s in your doorway again. He struggles to keep his face straight, and there certainly is a rosy hue across his nose and cheeks as he clears his throat.
“If I ask you to go to lunch with me, will you eat?”
Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
