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kuroo tetsuro
taste test - kaientai
synopsis: when you taste the same thing as your soulmate, things get interesting
red all over - meldve
synopsis: you are trapped in an elevator with your work rival, kuroo. what else could go wrong?
your name - tsukisemi
synopsis: kuroo finds you really cute, too bad you keep giving him a fake name every time you come into the coffee shop he works at
public transit - orphan_account
synopsis: your heart pounded, knowing you were being touched, and he was watching you.
but when he loves me - sweetcandyliar
synopsis: there are so many ways that kuroo tells you he loves you.
somewhere only we know - wanderwithme (wanderlustt)
synopsis: four times kuroo proposes to you - and the last time he does
meeting the boys - orphan_account
synopsis: in which no one really believes kuroo could get a girlfriend as incredible as you
落葉 | rakuyou - deltachye
synopsis: maple leaves are most beautiful in which they have died, falling slowly, waiting patiently to be reborn
riverbank - itsleese
synopsis: you're reminded of the little boy you loved way back then, the riverbank you played at together. maybe you should go see it?
caring cats - haikyuu_philia
synopsis: nekoma is family
disrupted meetings - sansos
synopsis: dr. tetsurou kuroo’s research group has transitioned to hosting meetings online. what could go wrong?
cat ears - just__j
synopsis: kuroo approaches you, captain of the girls club, with a proposition of a bet for the losing captain
kozume kenma
change the channel - alkale
synopsis: "i want to buy your game from you"
kodzuken does not have a girlfriend - bunnytime
synopsis: it has been a running joke that kodzuken lies about having a girlfriend for years now. needless to say, his fanbase is convinced he doesn’t really have a girlfriend
second place - yourqueenhasarrived
synopsis: kenma forgets your anniversary and once again pushes you aside for his gaming career. how much can you take?
an inconvenient crush - the_only_iris
synopsis: kenma has had the biggest crush on twitch streamer, (y/n). what happens when their paths cross?
learning process - nomazee
synopsis: you and kenma always had an interesting dynamic. kuroo found it nice for everyone involved
thank you for being a friend! - heichoe
synopsis: ”if it helps: when you gave kuroo head in high school, he said it was great"
yaku morisuke
who dares speak aloud these words (intended for the heart to speak) - sunmoonstarsrain
synopsis: yaku bursts into her life like a hurricane, even whilst akaashi lingers on like the memory of a summer breeze
artists eyes - teapots_and_teacups
synopsis: yaku was used to being ignored on the court
if only i were selfish - this noodle writes
synopsis: yaku was anything but a selfish man, but being selfless had cost him you once before. so, when he gets the chance to see you again, will he finally be selfish enough to try?
note: as you can tell, i'm trying a different recommendations style- what do you think? do you think i should switch back to the first one or is this one better? would love to know your thoughts
childhood best friend!kuroo who you met when your parents moved in the neighborhood. he was loud and talkative, like a ball of sunshine. meanwhile, you were the complete opposite. you were silent, giving him short responses as he talked about how fluffy and cute the dog he saw earlier.
childhood best friend!kuroo who was frustrated when you kept giving him an awkward nod and hum as a response. he knows that you're probably just shy, and you're still not comfortable talking to him since its only been a week since the both of you became friends.
childhood best friend!kuroo who was determined to see what kind of person you really are beneath the silence and the the awkward hums. unsurprisingly, he managed to get you to talk more.
childhood best friend!kuroo who was now content as you finally strike conversations with him. he was practically over the moon when he found out you're his classmate in middle school.
childhood best friend!kuroo who used to be so small compared to you, and now? he's practically towering over you. the first time you noticed the change, your eyes widened before the word ‘ shorty ’ could even escape your mouth.
childhood best friend!kuroo who you've loved since you were ten years old, but never realized it until middle school. and as time goes by, your feelings grew deeper. you knew your years of friendship was at risk, because your feelings was crossing the line of platonic affection.
childhood best friend!kuroo who never looked at your way in that context, he only ever thought of you as a friend. a partner. someone he could depend on, like a little brother/sister. to him, you were a good friend, but that was it.
childhood best friend!kuroo who started to talk about this girl in his class who seemed to “ understand ” him in a way no one ever does. you can feel your heart break as he continued to ramble about her, and you couldn't help but think how this girl was so, so lucky.
childhood best friend!kuroo who started to date this girl in his class. you were the first person to know, and kuroo announcing the news with his arms wrapped around the girl's waist— it felt like he was unintentionally rubbing salt against your wound. of course it's unintentional, he doesn't know about how you feel, and you'll make sure he never does.
childhood best friend!kuroo who will never be yours, and you've accepted that fact. to kuroo, you will always be his best friend— nothing more, nothing less. the truth was a hard pill to swallow, and time never fully healed the wound in your heart.
author’s note : this is actually a one long fic and i have it in my drafts ... but since school is coming ( and i still have one article 2 finish + i have to do a fuckass portfolio for a grade ) i decided to do this post to feed you all one last time<3 ++ THANK U FOR 1K NOTES FOR THAT KENMA DRABBLE I LOVE I ALL !!! 🙏🙏
kuroo's the kind of guy who can sit with silence and wait for it to soften. for weeks, maybe months, he’s been giving you room, letting you speak when you’re ready, stepping back when you seem overwhelmed. he knows your fear of being held too tightly and he never pushes you for more than you can give.
but even the gentlest patience frays when it’s met only with escape.
tonight, you throw up your walls again. it was not loud, not dramatic. just… distant.
a quiet, cold retreat behind familiar lines like:
the self-pitying kind that goes “you should be with someone easier.”
or “I don’t need you to stay.”
or something cold “I don’t care if you go.”
your voice tries to sound bored, but it wobbles with fear.
and kuroo just stands there with his hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched, like someone who’s been running the same emotional marathon again and again. he isn’t angry and that somehow makes it worse.
he just murmurs. “I know what you’re doing.”
you don’t look at him when he finishes his sentence. because you can’t.
the air is thick with everything you can’t say.
"stay, please. I’m scared. I’m sorry." but the words don't come out of your mouth, you just bite your lip to keep it from coming out.
there's a long pause that fills the room. he nods once, slow. not disappointed, just tired.
“I can’t fight you for a place in your life if you keep throwing me out of it.”
it’s the gentlest surrender you’ve ever heard. and it breaks your heart.
he grabs his coat. there were no doors that slammed. no raised voice. no guilt-tripping.
just quiet footsteps and an exhale that sounds like defeat.
when the door closes, the silence is unbearable, empty even.
you slide down to the floor because your chest hurts in that sharp, breaking way.
and you finally realize that pushing him away didn’t protect you from losing him.
it only caused it.
and now kuroo is outside, leaning against your closed door, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched.
not sure if he’s walking away for the night or for good.
he didn’t leave because he stopped loving you. he left because you wouldn’t let him.
content: the boys call you clingy but they don’t mean it
a/n: hello ahhh it's been awhile since i've posted but i'm trying to get back into the habit of writing again! someone in my inbox had requested me to add bokuto to this list so i tried my best but i hope you all enjoyed this and feel free to stop by my inbox to leave a comment, tell me your thoughts, or just lmk how it's going hehe :,)
kuroo tetsuro
"i'm home," a mumble echoed out into the empty living room.
at the sound of the door opening, you make your way out of your shared bedroom to greet your overworked boyfriend, kuroo.
"hi baby," you replied with a tired smile on your features.
the door closes and kuroo slides off his slacks, loosens his tie, runs his fingers through his hair, and sighs in exhaustion.
"hey."
"have you eaten dinner yet?" you start to ramble. " i can warm up dinner and we could maybe share a meal together?"
"we haven't spent much time together in a while so you know.. i was just thinking... we could do something small together?"
you continue to ramble about how you spent all evening trying a new recipe you saw on tiktok that really fascinated you.
but kuroo is not having it.
all he wants to do is just go to bed and forget the past couple shitty days he's had at work. today, especially, was stressful considering how nothing had gone his way and the higher ups just wouldn’t stop giving him a hard time.
he kept his frustration, tiredness, anger all bottled up for the past couple days and they were all about to boil out.
on top of that, your constant rambling isn't helping. you keep talking and talking and talking and his mind is beginning to get cloudy and his anger is about to boil over.
his voice rises and he finally speaks, "god y/n.. can you just shut the fuck up and stop being all up in my space? you're so fucking clingy just leave me alone."
oh.
you mouth shuts up mid sentence and you're looking down at your feet, too embarrassed to even look him in the eye after hearing his true feelings.
"sorry, i just wanted to spend some time and talk and relax with you..." your voice goes quiet. "you've been out really late for the past couple days so i was just hoping-"
however, kuroo's outburst isn't over yet. if anything, your little comment voicing your concerns seems to have make him a bit more upset.
"yeah, i've been out late because of how suffocating it is here at home with you. god, it's like you just can't take a fucking hint! just leave me the fuck alone!" he says and your eyes go a bit glassy.
"r-right," you say as you're turning around so he doesn't see the tears forming in your eyes. "sorry, i'll respect your wishes and give you your space."
seeing your hunched figure walking away brought him back to his senses.
what the fuck did i just say to them? oh my god.
"y/n wait i'm sorry-" he begins but is cut off.
"kuroo, i think you've said enough tonight."
the sound of his last name coming out of your mouth leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he knows he's fucked up immensely. the door to the bedroom closes, indicating that you're clocking out for the night and you can't deal with this conversation any bit longer.
kuroo sits himself on the couch with his head in his hands, shaking his head.
what the hell did i just say to them? it's not even their fault... i just... how the hell do i make it up to them?
kuroo walks to the door and places three subtle knocks on the door, begging for permission to enter. he's greeted with no acknowledgement or response.
he turns the knob and to his surprise it opens. there, he sees you fast alseep in your comforter in a fetal-like position. he goes into the closet, changes into his pajamas, and immediately climbs into bed.
he brings you close to his side of the bed, specifically putting your head on his chest. he begins to stroke your hair and places gentle kisses on your head, mumbling soft "i'm sorry's" and "i love you's."
he's praying to whatever deity out there that this would blow over by tomorrow morning or something.
but kuroo wakes up the next morning to his worst nightmare: you're not in bed with him. he feels his blood run cold and he's running the worst case scenarios in his head.
he rushes out of the bedroom to see that you're nowhere in the apartment. he sees a bright colored post-it note stuck on to the fridge with a note scribbled in your handwriting.
"i'm staying at a friend's house for the next couple of days. i just need time to think for a bit. there's some leftovers from last night in the fridge so make sure you eat those.
love u always, y/n"
kuroo's hands shake as he's holding your post-it note.
of course, they'd leave. i treated them like shit and hurt them so badly of course they want to leave. but even after everything, they still love me… i don’t deserve them.
kuroo begins to spiral and the next couple of days aren't any easy for him.
every attempt at texting or calling you has lead to no response. he goes to sleep without you next to him, holding back tears every time. every morning without fail, he pats the vacancy next to him in hopes that you'll be there but to his demise, every time, you're not. work feels even more lethargic than usual. before, he used to look forward to coming home to you but now you're not even at home so what's the point in even trying. counting down the hours until he gets to leave his cubicle has become futile.
i just really want them back. please come back home.
but when he comes home from a pain achingly long day of work, he doesn't find you and his mood plummets even more.
that is until one day, kuroo is able to leave work early where he comes home and hears the familiar noise of the coffee maker brewing. his eyes shoot up from his slacks to look over at the kitchen where he sees you in all your beauty, fidgeting with the knobs on the coffee machine. your eyes both lock and you immediately look away.
kuroo thought you were gone for good. and the fact that you were only a couple feet away from him made his heart swell and his eyes water. there's so much to say but his not a single word is escaping his mouth.
"you want some coffee? i just started a new batch," you finally say to fill up the silence of the room.
he gulps, "sure yeah."
you grab a coffee cup and pour him a fresh cup of coffee and slide it to him across the kitchen counter, avoiding getting too close to him.
too nervous to even touch his drink, he begins to address the elephant in the room, "y/n, i'm so sorry for what i said that night. i had no right to speak to you in the manner."
"it's okay," you say in a curt manner. "i get it."
he shakes his head and tries to get closer to you to convey his feelings but is stopped when he sees you take a step back. his heart cracks.
"no it's not okay sweetheart. i've been so busy with work and i just got super overwhelmed with everything and-"
"kuroo, you know you don't have to make any excuses right?" you interrupt his train of thought.
he's confused now. "excuses? y/n what are you even talking about- "
"just end it with me already... i know you want to," you say, looking down at the fresh cup of coffee in your hands. "you made that very clear."
his world freezes.
the world becomes completely silent.
his mouth is slightly open, caught off guard. he doesn't know what to say.
however, you interpret his silence as him putting down the excuses finally and admitting that he doesn't want to put effort into this relationship with you anymore.
hell, he doesn’t even want this relationship with you anymore.
"right, if you won't i will so it's easier for the both of us. i think we should-"
"don't you dare finish that fucking sentence," he moves close to you all of a sudden and his familiar lingering cheap cologne smell takes up your senses. the gears begin to click in his head before you can respond to him.
kuroo's arms envelop you in his embrace. "i want you. only you. i'm sorry i made you think otherwise."
the tears you've been holding back for the past couple minutes standing in front of him overflow and you feel like the world is about to end.
you push kuroo off you slightly. "i know you've been busy with work and i just wanted to spend some time with you. i never meant to come off as clingy but clearly you thought so so-"
"i'm just a complete douche,” he interrupts. “you were trying to help me out and make me feel better and i was so caught up with work, i couldn't appreciate that."
"i never want to ever make you feel that way again. you never deserved to hear any of that from me and everything i said couldn't be far from the truth. your presence has never been a bother and if anything, coming home to you is the best part of my day.”
“i shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me and i'm so sorry that it did and that i hurt you in the process. i hate that i’m the reason behind your tears and i’ll do everything to make it up to you to show you how much i love you."
the tears from your eyes continue to flow and he delicately wipes every single one from your eyes kissing your cheek every time without fail.
"are you sure you don’t find me suffocating? you said that you hated being home with me though so i just thought-" you start to say.
"i will spend my entire life reassuring you that it isn’t true. i promise you are never suffocating me and your presence never fails to make me feel better on a shitty day. i will do anything to regain your trust and faith in me,” he adamantly speaks with his hands in yours.
hearing his determined resolve, the tears flow even more.
"i love you so much, tetsu."
"i love you too baby," he smiles and delicately kisses your lips. "now let's go out. how do you feel about going out for dinner? i’ve got a lot of making up to you to do."
"i'll never say no to that."
bokuto koutaro
the msby jackals lost 2-0 sets and the entire team was taking the loss hard but no one as hard as bokuto.
"bokuto-san, what do you think went wrong today's game?" an interviewer asks with his notepad out, scribbling notes.
"er, uh, well, today was just a rough day and i had a tough time keeping up with the opponent's plays today... it just was not a good day."
"i have one more question," the interviewer asks.
"go ahead," he gruffs out.
"you are known for your infamous line shots especially during deciding moments of the game. you missed multiple of these shots during today's game. were you distracted during this game? is it because of your new relationship status or were-"
bokuto is now riled up. who the hell does this interviewer think he is to corner me and bring in my personal life???
"i'm leaving, fuck this shit," he spits out, trying his best to maintain his composure.
in frustration, bokuto storms out of the press conference room, slamming the double doors, heading towards the locker room to grab his stuff but is stopped by you, running after him.
"kou! wait up!" you say from a distance and he stops in his tracks to look at you. he's still internally raging from the provocative behavior of that interviewer and he feels like he just might lose it.
"what do you want," he says in an aggressive manner that catches you off guard.
you’re aware of the recent loss of the msby jackals. you know that's probably taking a toll on his confidence as a player so you're trying to be as supportive as you can.
"you wanna come back to my place? i was thinking we could watch that one disney movie you like and we could bake something together too? what do you think?"
"why do you always want to fucking hang out?" he says in the lowest tone of voice you've ever heard from him.
it sends shivers down your spine.
"huh?" you're just confused at this point.
"why are you so fucking clingy all the time? it's always 'kou come over!' or 'kou let's watch a movie!' or 'kou let's take a nap together!' like don't you fucking get that i have a genuine career that i'm working really hard to be successful in?"
so that's what he thinks of me.
"i know you want to be a pro volleyball player and i want to support you the entire way. i was just trying to be there for you and help you relax..." you trail. "i get today was really rough for you.."
"that's the thing you don't get it, y/n!" he says exasperatedly. "if you did want to be supportive for me and my career, then you would stop being so all up on me and give my space!"
he walks into the locker room, slamming the door, shaking you up.
in defeat, you begin to leave the stadium with tears brimming your eyes. as you get in your car, you put your head on the steering wheel and suddenly, the tears start to stream out.
"i'll give him his space. i'll just stop everything. i'm nothing of importance to him or his life so it's best if i just stop." you convince yourself.
bokuto, on the other hand, is in the locker room, holding back tears of frustration as he punched one of the lockers.
fuck, what am i even doing right now...
"bokuto-san! let's head out for the night," shoyo's voice can be heard before he can be seen in the locker room. "we're gonna go get drinks and dinner at that new barbecue place that opened up."
he looks up from the bench and smiles at shoyo along with the rest of his teammates that are nodding along in support.
"yeah, sure. fine with me," kou responds with a small smile on his face.
as bokuto and the rest of the jackals are out and about, he keeps looking at his phone in hopes of getting a message or something from you but you're completely radio silent after the spat between the two of you.
he knows you both had a disagreement but he thought you knew that he was just frustrated and upset with the game. he didn't think it was a reason to just go silent on him.
he sends a text to test the waters.
kou <3: babe, we're good right?
he puts his phone down and engages back in the dinner with the rest of the jackals.
an hour has passed yet still no response. it's starting to make him fidgety so he decides to spam you.
kou <3: hello?
kou <3: baby wya???
kou <3: where is the loml at :((
kou <3: BABYYYYYYY
kou <3: POOKIE PLS TXT ME BACK :(((
y/n is typing...
y/n: sry i was getting ready for bed.
you sounded distant. you clearly were upset but was it still about the argument? c'mon you knew he didn't mean what he said... right?
kou <3: ITS OKAY BABY! can i come over? i wanna spend the night with u :,)
kou <3: i miss you
y/n: maybe not tonight... i think it's best if we're by ourselves for a bit
bokuto's hair significantly drooped down, seeing as how he got rejected to hang out with you for the night.
as bokuto heads over to his apartment for the night, he stares at the bedroom ceiling with his thoughts. he misses laying next to his baby. that's when he starts to replay everything that went down between the two of you.
he genuinely can't figure out what went wrong.
he prays that this whole thing will just blow over by tomorrow because he misses you incredibly and just wants to spend time with you.
unfortunately to his demise, you kept shutting down all of kou's efforts to come over. you refused to pick up his calls, resorting to half assed texts.
this whole argument was festering and bokuto had to fix it immediately.
you, however, want nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend but his words kept running through your mind on loop. anytime you would be sitting alone with yourself, his words kept playing themselves on loop in your brain, making you overthink the post couple months you’ve spent together.
has he always thought of me as clingy? have i always been a bother to him? have i always been super annoying in his eyes?
that was until you heard a knock on the door.
you open the door and see kou standing there in a hoodie and a pair of khakis with a large bouquet of assorted flowers in his hands. his eyes lock with yours while yours widen in surprise.
"k-kou! what are you doing here?" you say in surprise.
"what, i can't see my partnet now?" he retorts lightheartedly. "let me in."
too stunned to even reject him, your hand inherently finds its way to the knob, widening the door so bokuto can fit through into your apartment.
he tries to hand you the flowers but you stand there, hands refusing to move from their sides. "c'mon babe, i got them for you! do you not like them? man, i knew i should've gotten the roses instead."
"no no! thank you so much kou.. i'm just surprised that you even got this for me..." you trail off looking away from him.
he sets the flowers on the kitchen counter and tilts his head in confusion. "what do you mean, y/n?"
"listen, i know you don't really like spending time with me and that you feel obligated to but honestly, we really don't have to hang out or anything like that," you begin to say. "i know i can be a lot sometimes and i'm really working on trying to give you space."
that's when it all clicks in his head for him.
"baby, is this about what i said that day in the gym?" he questions.
you turn away, refusing to even look him in the eye because you know the moment your eyes lock with his, the tears will start streaming down your face.
"baby, no, please," he goes over to you to give you the warmest yet tightest hug possible. "i’m also a very clingy person so i should've known how much my words must have hurt you. i've been so stupid to not see how badly my words must have impacted you, my love. i'm so so sorry for saying and acting the way i did. it's unexcusable."
"no kou it's fine i just-" you say but are interrupted midsentence.
"no, y/n it's not," he says, tears brimming his eyes ever since coming to terms with how hurt you must've been feeling this entire time. "i'll do anything to get your forgiveness and for us to just... be close again. i'll do anything, i mean it."
tears are streaming down both your faces and you can't help but form a wobbly smile on your lips. "pinky promise?"
"pinky promise," kou says as he locks pinkies with you and kisses the top of your head. "now let's cuddle because i've missed being near the love of my life."
sum: bored at a party. kuroo offers to play you a game of cards, except playing this game comes with a naughty twist.
ft: kuroo x fem!reader
cw: smut, fluff, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise<3
“Bluff,”
You reach for the pair of threes Kuroo claimed to put down, turning them over.
A jack and four of diamonds. Your lips curve in a sly smirk as you look at him from under your lashes because this wasn’t your regular game of cards.
He inhales deeply before biting at his lower lip, “well,” he sighs voice octaves lower than you remembered before reaching for the buttons of his jeans and undoing them, tossing the discarded piece of clothing to the side.
You don’t quite remember how you got here, drunk out of your minds nor do you remember who proposed the idea of playing a stripping game. The music from the forgotten frat party booms through the locked door. Your thoughts feel muddled and cloudy and your skin feels warm in this dim-lit room you’ve found yourself in. Your heart thuds in your chest and your breath feels hot and heavy.
The first to strip naked loses and so far things weren’t looking good for Kuroo but then again with the ache between your legs, things weren’t looking great for you either. The only articles of clothing you had discarded were your shoes and socks while Kuroo on the other hand was in nothing but boxers.
Your eyes didn’t dare to leave your deck of cards, an electrifying feeling rushes through your body at the prospect of stripping him whole but with every piece of clothing gone, you find yourself getting more and more distracted almost as if he had planned it.
You swallow thickly before setting three cards face down, “three sevens,”
He gazes at you and then at the pile of cards, you nibble at your lips in nervousness.
“Bluff,” he calls out before reaching to turn over the cards. A seven, a queen and a two.
A string of profanities run through your mind. He leans against the wall, elbow propped on his knee before giving you a devilish grin, making your stomach flip. You take the pile of cards into your own deck before reaching for the hem of your shirt, inhaling deeply before pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room.
Kuroo’s jaw visibly tightens, gaze heavy and you try to ignore the hammering of your heart against your chest or the pressure building up between your legs. It’s his turn now and excitement courses through your body, one right guess and his last piece of clothing will be off. The thought makes your breathing quicken.
“Four queens,” he calls out before resting the back of his head against the wall.
Bullshit, you think to yourself. This is too easy.
“Bluff,” you call, reaching to turn over the cards.
Huh?
He huffs, amused when you reveal four queens, exactly as he had called out. Shit shit shit.
If you take off your skirt, he’ll see the stains of arousal on your panties. You swallow hard before your lips curve in a wicked grin.
Adrenaline courses through your veins as you reach under your skirt and pull down your lace underwear. Quickly bunching it up and tossing it to the side. You stifle down a laugh when Kuroo’s eyes widen as if he wasn’t smug just seconds ago.
You coyly cock your head to the side, flashing your pearly whites in a wicked smile.
He drags a hand down the length of his face. “Fucking hell,” chest rising and falling rhythmically.
You run a few fingers through your locks, eyes daring to rake his body. Fuck this stupid game, you think.
“Fuck this stupid game,” he says.
You raise a brow as he beckons you over and pure adrenaline gets you on your feet as you walk over to his spot on the carpet.
He brings his hands to rest above the backs of your knees and you feel your face heat up when he looks up at you, face inches away from your clothed core. His gaze bores into you questioningly waiting for a yes or no, for permission for him to touch you. You nod.
“I need to hear you say it,”
“Touch me.”
His eyes burn with something thick and heavy before he exhales, “whatever you want, princess,”
Hands slipping under your skirt, the pads of his fingers run along your skin, drawing circles at your hip bone before running back down. You click your tongue in annoyance.
“Impatient,” he hums, lightly pinching at your skin, you fist your hand in his hair in response.
Bringing a hand to massage your inner thigh, he inches it closer and closer to your heat. Eyes locked in yours as he measures every grind of your teeth and shudders of your chest.
And just as you’re about to receive some long-awaited friction, he pulls away.
“Kuroo,” you groan in annoyance.
“Shh, I know,” he comforts you, hands soothingly rubbing the back of your thighs.
“Stand against the wall and this,” he swipes a finger below your bra strap before snapping it lightly against your skin. “Take it off.”
His words go straight to your core and your breathing hitches in your throat.
Under his gaze, you reach for your clasp, undoing the piece of garment as it falls to the floor. Kuroo’s gaze trails across your chest, skin burning where his eyes have left. Your cheeks feel hot when you reach for your breasts, squeezing them in your hands making him inhale sharply.
You back up against the wall and he follows, kneeling before you. The very sight of him on his knees to taste you was enough to make your lungs devoid of air. Holding your gaze with his, he brings his hands over your clothed hips. Fingers toying with the zipper of your skirt before pulling it in one swift motion making it fall to the ground. Funny, just a few minutes ago, you thought he’d be the one to strip naked first.
His eyes devour the sight of you bare, bare for him. It makes his cock ache in his boxers.
He brings a thumb to run through your folds, collecting your arousal as your back involuntarily arches at the long-awaited touch.
“So wet,” he hums before bringing a calloused thumb to lightly circle your clit. A gasp rips from the depths of your throat.
Retracting his slick coated thumb, he brings it to his lips.
“So wet for me,” humming as he takes the finger in his mouth. You feel your breath hitch.
He leans in painfully slow, parting his lips to run his tongue along your folds. Sucking lightly when he reaches your clit and smirking while doing it. Head resting against the wall, your eyes shut in pleasure. Panting at every lap and suck of his tongue, the room is filled with lewd slurping sounds. He licks and sucks at your clit before pulling away, arousal coating his lips as he catches his breath, grinning. You shoot him a look, intending to ask him why he stopped but before the words get to leave your lips, he hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting your legs off the ground and on his shoulders. Licking his lips at the sight in front of him.
“Don’t think you’ll be able to stand in sometime sweetheart,” he mutters. Bringing two fingers to spread your pussy before running his tongue along your folds and teasingly around your hole, nose bumping your clit. Moans and hums of pleasure both from you and him, resonate in the room. Pressure builds in your lower stomach as your breathing quickens, you bring fingers to play with your nipples and he watches intently as you do so.
“Finger me,” you hum breathlessly.
He smiles, mouth never leaving your heat. Lapping at your clit, he brings a finger to your aching hole, pushing it in with ease. Your back arches against the wall and your eyes screw shut, “yes” you whisper breathlessly, “more,” and he almost cums in his boxers.
Tongue leaving your swollen red clit, he cautiously eases another digit in. Curling his fingers inside you as he begins to pump in and out of you. A high pitched moan leaves your lips in response. His fingers gradually begin to increase their pace. He watches you intently, drinking in how your eyes shut and lips contort in pleasure. He aches to be inside you.
He increases his pace and your lips part, head angled towards the ceiling. “I'm-I'm close,”
“I know doll,” he hums as you clench down on his fingers, the knot in your lower stomach getting impossibly tighter. Your vision begins to blur with white dots as your moans fill the room.
“Fuck Kuroo,” you gasp and he grins at you wickedly, curling his fingers to hit the spot making you gasp.
You say his name with parted lips and flushed cheeks as your arousal coats his skin and lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he hums as you hit the peak of your orgasm, a hand holding your waist, keeping you steady while his fingers kept pumping in and out of you, helping you through your orgasm.
You slump against the wall painting and he grins licking his lips. You meet his gaze, panting heavily as he simply kisses the insides of your thighs, the action making your chest feel warm.
You bring a hand to caress his cheek, “let me return the favour,”
He brings you down on his lap, arms secured around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. Loud sounds of breathing accompany the thumping of your hearts and Kuroo finally does what he’s been aching to do ever since you entered this room.
Calloused fingers run through your hair as he tentatively leans in, capturing his lips in yours.
You get lost in the feeling that is him, the warmth of his lips against yours makes you wish to never part. His hands find the back of your head, the feeling of his tongue overwhelming you as you taste your very own arousal from his lips. When you part, you’re breathless, heaving for air and a string of saliva connects your lips. Your eyes find solace in his obsidian ones, akin to black holes, sucking you in.
“You don’t need to do it if you don’t want to,” he says carefully.
You shake your head, “I want to.”
And his eyes go dark again, jaw tight as he simply nods. You begin to lightly rock your bare core against his clothed cock, his hands finding solace on your hips, squeezing and massaging the bare flesh. Your fingers reach to cup his defined jaw that you remember admiring from afar far too many times. Leaning in to kiss it tentatively. He groans as you rock against him, eyes shutting, making you smile.
Your movements come to a halt as you scoot off his lap, his gaze follows you. You reach for his clothed cock, carefully stroking it as a muffled hum leaves his throat.
“Take me out,”
You're glad you aren’t standing because he sure knows how to make your knees weak.
Following his instructions, his cock springs out of boxers and the sight almost makes you drool.
Long and girthy with a single vein running along the side. Smooth with the prettiest brown tip you’ve ever seen slicked with pre cum. He smirks at your gaping before you wrap a manicured hand around his length making his breathing falter. Slowly pumping along his cock, you look at him from under your lashes to find his gaze already on you, burning with desire and something much more. It makes your stomach feel warm.
His tip leaks with pre cum invitingly, licking your lips, you lean in to give it a tentative lick making him inhale sharply. His hand moves to your hair, gently brushing the loose strands out of your face before finding solace at the back of your head.
Parting your swollen pink lips, you take in the tip, swirling your tongue while holding his gaze. He hisses before dragging a calloused hand down his face, “fuck,” he curses and a feeling of pride erupts inside you.
Your eyes don’t leave him as you begin to take more and more of his length, hand pumping whatever is not in your mouth. He groans loudly and the sound makes desire pool in your belly.
You bob your head up and down his length, noticing the quickened rise and fall of his toned chest and the sound of his breathing. His abs tense, sweat glistening off of his smooth skin. You hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling the underside of his cock. The sight of him glassy eyed with his muscles tense under your touch and redness creeping up his neck, spreading across his cheeks makes your lower belly pool with desire.
His hips jerk slightly, and you feel the tension rippling through his entire body. His hand tangles in your hair as he gasps your name like it’s the only word he remembers.
“Fuck—I'm gonna…”
But he doesn't get to finish the sentence. With a deep moan, he spills into your mouth, warm and sudden.
You drink every last bit of him up greedily like a starved woman. Opening your mouth naughtily to show him what you’ve done.
Kuroo drags a calloused hand down the length of his face, “Fuck y/n, what are you doing to me?” he rasps, a smile at his lips.
You grin devilishly before wrapping your fingers at the back of his neck. You press your lips passionately against his and he matches your rhythm, biting and sucking at your lower lip. He moves his hands to grab the flesh of your ass before pulling you on to straddle him, kneading and squeezing the flesh like dough. Humming into his mouth you feel need prick your skin, your core throbbing and asking for more.
You begin rocking against his already hardening length in soft rhythmic motions and Kuroo hums in approval.
“So needy,” he exhales, lips leaving yours before moving his mouth to the junction of your jaw. Licking and sucking your skin before slowly moving south.
You sigh in pleasure at the feeling of his hot breath against your bare skin.
He litters your necks with kisses and rose marks before locking his arms under your knees and getting on his feet.
You gasp as in one swift motion, he pushes you onto the bed. Your mind goes into a frenzy when you feel his hardened cock press between your legs, the shaft rubbing against your red and swollen clit. Inhaling sharply, you run your hands at the back of his neck through his hair.
His lips don’t leave your skin, instead they move to the swell of your breasts before ultimately finding your nipple. His eyes look up to meet yours as his tongue plays with your sensitive bud, licking and sucking as your nails dig into his defined shoulders. He looks at you, eyes dark with desire and the need for more and you can’t help but feel your face heat under the intensity of his gaze.
The feeling of his arms propping up your legs as his hard cock presses against your core almost teasingly makes the ache in your gaping hole pound louder than ever while he relishes your breast in his mouth.
You press your head into the mattress, groaning. “Fuck- Kuroo,”
His mouth leaves the swell of your breast with a plop, “Yes, baby?”
The affectionate nickname takes you by surprise and an odd feeling spreads at your chest.
Your place a palm at his cheek slowly guiding his face parallel to yours. His gaze feels heavy, dripping with intent as your orbs meet his.
You speak, barely a decibel but Kuroo feels every inch of his skin burn at the words you say.
“Fill me up,” you exhale, raspily.
His heart racing, eyes wide, “are you sure love?” he confirms but his voice is breathy and it drips with the desire. He wants this more than you could ever imagine. The image of his load coating your walls painted his mind, driving him wild.
The raw want in his tone paired with the way his sweet nickname sent ripples through your body. You felt heat collect both at your cheeks and your core. You wanted this
You nod with raw intent and he feels every last string of restraint snap as he angles his cock at your entrance and pushes it in. Your back arches at the sudden sensation. Fingers clinging on the fabric of the bed as he eases his way in. Your face scrunches as tinges of pain shoot due to his girth causing Kuroo’s eyes to look at you with concern.
He furrows his brows, “are you in pain?” he asks.
“If you are lets stop-”
He slowly begins to slowly shift off you but you grab his face, your palms holding his cheeks.
“Kuroo,” you start, “I want this,”
He gulps. You look at him intently before you confess.
“I want you.”
Kuroo knows that it’s the pheromones talking. Sex, you’re talking about sex, he reminds himself but the more irrational part of him hopes that this situation that has you bare between his arms, inches deep wasn’t just due to your combined inebriation.
Kuroo likes you, irredeemably so and when he heard that you were coming tonight, he found himself scrambling off his bed to his wardrobe, pulling on his best polo and spraying his most expensive cologne. He remembers Kenma rolling his eyes to the sight.
And as mother luck would have it, downing one drink after another, he found himself by you. He remembers your breath against the shell of his ear, confessing to your boredom. You were drunk and so was he when he proposed to this game on liquid courage as you stumbled into this empty bedroom together.
Not even in his most far-fetched fantasies of you would he have imagined that the result would be his bare cock buried within you.
His lips crash into yours in wordless submission. You wrap your arms around his neck as he eases his length in you, meeting the passion of his kiss with equal if not more fervor.
You wanted Kuroo and you wanted him now,
Kuroo begins to move his length in and out of you, finding his momentum and you groan against his lips. He feels himself going breathless at the sensation of your warm walls wrapped around him and your moans humming against his lips.
He momentarily breaks the kiss, eyes shut in pleasure as begins to snap his hips against yours, pace increasing.
“You feel so fucking good y/n” he confesses breathlessly.
The room sounds of lewd squelching noises as ploughs himself into you repeatedly. You smile, head rolling back and Kuroo pushes you further into the bed, climbing on with you. He grabs your ankles, placing them at his shoulders and pushes himself in, deeper than before with his arms propped at the sides of your face. You arch your back reflexively at the stimulation of your g spot.
“Kuroo I-” but you don’t get to finish as he begins to pound into you. You gasp, hands finding its way in his hair. Kuroo watches you wild with desire as your soft breasts bounce repeatedly with the impact. Sweat glistens your face as the room is filled with loud moans and profanities.
Your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure but Kuroo’s gaze is trained on you with indescribable desire.
“You’re so fucking beautful yn,” he professes. “So beautiful,”
The coil in your lower stomach begins to coil as the both of you chase your high. Kuroo’s cock ramming inside of you made you feel numb to any sensation that wasn't him. You were woozy with desire, overstimulated with the pounding, you could feel the arrival of your release.
“Kuroo, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-” you pant before the coil finally breaks. Your body shakes uncontrollably as you ride your release, lips forming an ‘O’. You bury your head into the nook of his neck and he holds you through your trembling high. You moan into his neck and Kuroo feels goosebumps riddle his skin at the sensation before he finally allows himself to release.
“Cum inside me.” you order and who is he to not oblige.
He groans loudly, before letting his seed gush into your walls and you gasp at the feeling before he crashes on top of you panting. You breathe into the shell of his ear as you hold each other.
A couple beats pass as you both respectively come down from your highs.
“Well,” you grin. “that escalated.”
Kuroo lets out a breathy laugh, rolling off from on top of you. He then tilts his head to the side to meet your gaze, a grin dancing at his lips. His hair’s a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes a little too honest under the dim light.
“Yeah,” he says, voice lower now. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
You sit up and his eyes don’t leave you as you move closer to him, head on his chest now. He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his cheek into the crown of your head.
“Wow, your heart is racing.” you tease, angling your head to look at him.
“Are you sure you don’t have something more to say to me?” you probe.
He rolls his eyes playfully but you don’t miss the crimson at his cheeks as gives you a soft, almost self-conscious smile.
Your palm finds its way to his cheeks, cupping his face.
“I don’t want this to be our only time,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. You raise your eyebrows, an inquisitive hum leaving your throat.
Kuroo looks at you, this time with sincerity as he moves to meet you in the eye but you smile knowingly, placing a finger on his lips.
“Are you asking me out, or trying to schedule round two?”
Kuroo laughs, it's joyous and sincere and his heart feels like it's about to burst.
He returns your gesture of being in mock thought.
“Hmm” he thinks out loud, a triumphant smile daring to rip through.
“How about both?”
a/n: I had the absolute time of my life writing this. also this is lowkey not proof read oopsies
you were with your boyfriend Suna at the grocery store running errands, your boyfriend was on his phone doomscrolling and pushing the cart treading along to you while you were checking off your list on what the both of you needed for the week. “Rin can you get the laundry detergent and fabric softener at the other aisle?” “Mhm mhm ok babe” he said zoning out still on his phone, you let out a little chuckle at how your bf looked like an iPad kid in the wild, while waiting for him you were picking out vegetables for tonight’s dinner until a random man came up to you “the enoki mushrooms you picked out don’t look ripe if you are going to cook those today” the stranger said “is that so?” You said confused, while waiting for your boyfriend the random man around your age was mansplaining about enoki mushrooms and how to pick the perfect fresh ones, Suna after returning to get the laundry detergent hears half the conversation and immediately turns off his phone. “Wow I didn’t even know that”you said not even engaged zoning out not realizing your boyfriend was behind you putting the detergent in the cart “she’s taken, let’s go babe” the tall raven haired male said behind you, taking your hand, one hand holding onto your waist snatching you away from the man yapping and you confused, the both of you were at check out, he doesn’t say anything in the moment but he felt so much jealousy, as the both of you loaded the groceries into the car you asked “rinrin are you mad?” “I bet he doesn’t even know how to cook” he pouted eyebrows furrowed “baby are you that jealous” “no I’m not” he said lying to himself eyebrows even more furrowed you tried to hold in your laugh at how your boyfriend was acting so silly and out of character “if you weren’t so glued to your phone you wouldn’t of let a random guy teach me about mushrooms you giggled” seeing how your boyfriend was pouting and being all mopey over something so silly “i bet i could of explained mushrooms better” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek acting like it didn’t bother him but you could tell it did because he wouldn’t stop clinging to you and kissing you that entire morning, later in the evening when he was practicing with his team texting you while you were cooking dinner for tonight he sent a text message to you:
rinrin🖤
-had to fight for my girl in the produce aisle, dude thought he was Gordon Ramsey😭🥀🥀🥀(I miss you beautiful)
4:00pm
-BABY LMFAO😭😭😭 (I miss you more)
4:03pm
-Your never leaving my sight again baby and I mean it🙄
4:05pm
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Kuroo invited you his girlfriend he absolutely adored to this volleyball networking event, “babe you look so beautiful like my jaw is on the floor” he said admiring your beauty while he was driving “tetsu keep ur eyes on the road” you giggled at how charming your boyfriend was. The both of you arrive to the event you were glued to him at all times while he was talking to other reps and higher ups at the event just admiring how charming your boyfriend looked, and admiring how he looked in his black suit and tie, your boyfriend Tetsuro turned around just for one second to give his business card to one of the higher ups and the next thing you know a random rep is speaking to you out of the blue “I worked with the national team last season ya know? We had an 80% success rate on our blocking drills it’s Pretty impressive huh am I right?” “Oh wow, that does sound impressive- you said uncomfortable by the random man gloating to you a random girl he never met Kuroo darted to you immediately arm smoothly holding onto your waist “That’s cute man, But Y/N prefers brains over stats.” “Oh… well, of course, strategy is important too” the man said wiping off the smirk off his face getting humbled leaving you alone. The spikey haired male with a little smile leaned down to your ear, voice low so only you can hear said “Right, babe? Or should I start carrying my old match records around to impress you too?” “Don’t be ridiculous ur so silly baby” you said nudging him laughing Kuroo pretending to sigh dramatically, but you knew it made him jealous by how close he was holding onto you, “Guess I’ll just have to keep winning you over with my charm then y/n” he said, the event was finished the both of you got back home, got unready together finally laying in bed together, you big spooning Tetsuro playing with his hair until you hear him pouring “You didn’t think he was cool, right? I mean you’d pick me right?” “ tetsu that guy was so weird snap out of it! Your all mine” you said giving him a playful hit attacking him with kisses on the forehead “I love you so much y/n your all mine forever” he said kissing your hand ever so gently
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It was a sunny bright day, a perfect day for Oikawa to spoil you and take you out on a date at your favorite café because he would do anything for you, “let’s do one where your holding onto me and kissing my cheek” the brunette said excited holding out his phone camera taking pictures of the both of you so he could have more pictures to add to his “y/n chan and toru photo album” (he has over 10k photos of mostly you, 40% of you and him) “the drinks should be ready princess, im gonna go get them this should take about three minutes” he said getting up from his chair giving you a head pat, while you waited for your boyfriend you just admired how the weather was so nice today until a random guy suddenly approached you “Hey-that’s a nice spot. You come here often?” He said scratching the back of his head stumbling onto his words, you confused “oh, I always come here with my boyfriend, I’m waiting for him right now” you said nervous “Lucky guy, then… I’d give anything to have someone like you waiting for me haha” he said not reading the room still trying to talk to you, You stiffen slightly, unsure how to respond and felt uncomfortable . Just then, Oikawa returns with the drinks, instantly sensing the tension seeing the man realizing it’s his rival setter from another team trying to hit on you???? “You’d give anything? Lucky for me, you’re out of luck” Toru said placing the drinks onto the table taking off his glasses giving the man a glare “Oh… uh, right… didn’t mean to—” making him scram, “why was he trying to put moves on my precious y/n, u know I don’t like sharing ” he said pouting whining to you” cupping your face making you blush from how jealous he seemed to be “tooru” u said flustered at how protective your boyfriend was being “only for you. No one else gets to see this version of me” “You’re ridiculous” you giggled Ridiculous? Maybe. But I’m your ridiculous. Remember that baby” he said pretending to sip his drink normally but constantly keeping a protective subtle glaze on you, the both of you walked around a garden after the cafe, the both of you sat on a bench holding hands enjoying the scenery toru looking at you with so much love and gentleness “your all mine y/n, he is right I am lucky to have you in my life, the luckiest man to exist, i love you so much princess” the brunette said playing with a strand of your hair
synopsis: you accidentally hear them say they don't like you.
characters: kuroo, suna
warnings: this was written back in 2020 and i decided to repost it so yea, be warned ig, angst to fluff!
kuroo:
with a sigh, you tried mustering up all the confidence you can as you trudged towards the gym.
‘this is the day.’ you thought to yourself. you were finally going to confess to kuroo. after having numerous debates with your mind, you finally came to the decision to confess.
your heartbeat quickened at the numerous scenarios you were thinking, most of them being rejection.
the worst thing that can happen is rejection, right?
you couldn’t help but fall for kuroo, how could you not? he was funny, smart, and being handsome was a nice plus. you already knew that it would be hard to just tell him about your feelings, especially knowing that he probably only viewed you as a friend.
once you arrived by the gym, you took a deep breath before going in with a smile, waving to kenma who acknowledged you by looking up from his game.
“uh.. have you seen kuroo?” you sheepishly asked kenma who looked at you curiously before nodding to the locker room.
“hey, (y/n)?” kenma called out. “yeah?”
“goodluck.” your eyes widened as he gave you a small smile.
you sometimes hated how perceptive kenma is despite his nonchalant behavior. with a determined nod, you walked towards the locker room, hoping to see kuroo walk out from the door.
when you were at a near distance from the door, you hear a bunch of chatter. you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you perked your head when you heard your name come out from a voice you recognized as yaku’s.
“man, kuroo. you’re lucky! you have (y/n) crushing on you.” a smack was heard after, kuroo groaning in pain followed afterward.
your heartbeat quickened when you heard the captain laugh in response.
“come on, yakkun. (y/n) and i are just friends!” for now. “eh?! seriously? you don’t like her in that way?” you scoot a bit closer to the door, wanting to hear his answer before you take the leap.
“don’t be ridiculous, yakkun. we’re friends, and that’s it.” your heart dropped at his words.
you were so caught up in evaluating kuroo’s answer that you didn’t realize the door to the locker room opened. “oh, (y/n)? what’re you doing here?” the chatter in the locker room evidently stopped. you blinked, trying to keep tears at bay.
you looked up to kai who looked at you with a kind expression. “ah, our professor told me to give this to tet- kuroo-san.” you say, giving him a folder. “i have to go, please give this to him for me. thank you, kai!” you say before running off, passing by the freshmen who gave you a wave of excitement. you couldn’t find it in yourself to smile back as you ran from the gym.
once you were at a safe place, you let the tears fall free. you didn’t know why you were crying.
‘you didn’t even confess, for crying out loud! so why are you sad?’ you thought to yourself, laughing as you wiped your eyes.
you felt pathetic for ever thinking that kuroo would ever look at you that way. you were friends. he specified so clearly to one of his closest friends. that was all the confirmation you needed.
you knew you had to distance yourself on the following days. knowing that if you don’t you’ll fall even deeper and get hurt.
and you were tired of getting hurt.
“oi, chibi. why did the picture go to jail?” kuroo asked when the class was about to end. you took a while to answer him, you only answered when you felt him poke his pen by your cheek. “oi.” “i don’t know, kuroo. why?” kuroo could almost shiver at the tone you used, but he thinks it may just be a bad day. maybe his jokes could make it better? it always did.
“because it was framed.” not wanting to ignore him, but not wanting to indulge him either you give him a short laugh that can be mistaken as a breath.
“was it not funny?” “it was.”
kuroo was silent for a few seconds before asking you with a small nudge from his elbow.
“are you okay?” “mhm.” you realized that that answer was too curt, something that would possibly make him suspicious. and you didn’t want that.
“i just need to listen to this lesson, this is very confusing.” you follow up quickly, taking down notes just to not look suspicious.
“you know i could always tutor you, right?” kuroo said, a reassuring tone lacing his voice. you turn to give him a small nod and smile. “i know.” but i’d like to not be with you unless necessary. “thank you.”
kuroo furrowed his eyebrows, clearly he knew something was wrong. but before he could ask, the bell rang and you immediately went out of the room. not even giving kuroo his usual goodbye.
something was definitely wrong.
“(y/n’s) acting weird.” kuroo couldn’t help but mention when they were on the train home. “eh?” kenma kept clicking on his console, listening intently as his childhood friend rant on about you.
“and then suddenly they turned cold! i don’t remember doing anything to make them mad.” kuroo was frustrated to say the least, he knew that your friendship was going well, so of course he would be confused as to why you suddenly gave him the cold shoulder.
“i mean… did you reject them?” kenma asked, eyes still on his console. kuroo furrowed his eyebrows at his friend. “reject them? what?”
kenma paused the game and looked up to kuroo.
“so, they didn’t confess?” kuroo shook his head in response to kenma’s question. kenma sighed, “i think i know what’s going on.”
“well, don’t keep it to yourself, kenma. tell me.” kuroo urged.
“they heard you say you don’t like them.” kenma said, unpausing his game. “well, that’s only my thoughts. i wouldn’t know.”
now that kuroo thought about it, when he told yaku he only saw you as a friend, the door of the locker room opened to reveal you, who gave kai a document that was meant for him before running off.
kuroo should’ve known you’ve heard. because no matter how busy you were, you would always wish him good luck on his practices and give him a corny joke to keep him motivated.
“fuck.” kuroo muttered, placing his hands by his eyes and tilting his head back on the window of the train, groaning from frustration.
there was a small pause of silence, only the clicking of kenma’s console was heard before the underclassman spoke.
“what do you plan on doing now?”
“hey, we need to talk.” kuroo cornered you by the locker, you shut the metal door lightly before giving him an apology.
“i’m really needed for the next class.” at this point, you weren’t even trying to hide the sheer fact that you were avoiding him.
“we’re in the same class, and we both know the teacher wouldn’t show up until half the hour passes. try again, (y/n).”
“i just don’t want to talk to you.” you say straight up, not even trying to put a filter and kuroo felt his heart clench painfully at your tone.
“too bad. you don’t have a choice.” without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away to a vacant classroom.
“why have you been avoiding me.” kuroo knows the answer to his question, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself.
“i was busy, can i go now. please?” you say as curt as possible, not wanting to melt under his gaze. not wanting to break whatever resolve you have built up from the past few days you ignored him.
“i’m not buying it.” kuroo says, crossing his arms and eyeing you down. you knew that you wouldn’t be able to keep up the tough act if you stayed there.
“you’re so unfair, kuroo.” you couldn’t help but whisper. kuroo’s posture immediately straightened.
“i’m unfair?” kuroo asked with an amused grin on his face. “i don’t think i’m the one who ignored someone for days for no apparent reason.” you looked down at his words, knowing he has the upperhand. just why did you think you could escape him?
“i’m not the one who made someone think that they did something wrong.” you didn’t realize that he was getting closer, not until you saw his shoes in front of you and felt his hands on your chin, making you look up to him.
“i’m the one who was deprived of a confession from the person i like, don’t you think it’s unfair for me?” your eyes widened for a few milliseconds before you pushed him away.
“stop messing around, kuroo.” your voice cracked. “just let me move on. and i promise i’ll be back to normal.” you both know that was an empty promise. if kuroo didn’t corner you, then you would’ve completely tried to eradicate him from your life. but kuroo couldn’t have that.
now that he knew you liked him back, how could he let this chance go to waste.
“you think i’ll let you go when i finally have an opportunity to pursue you?” your throat went dry.
“kuroo... stop. you don’t need to pretend, i heard what you said to yaku. it’s fine, really.” at this point, you wanted to get out as soon as possible. you knew you were going to break down if this keeps on going.
“(y/n), please. believe me. i truly do like you back.” you felt tears prick your eyes. this was some sick joke kuroo was playing at.
kuroo panicked, seeing tears well up in your eyes before you blinked it away.
“but i-” “yes. i know that i said those words that day, but it was to shut yakkun up… and to hide my own feelings.” kuroo said the last part quietly. if he weren’t holding you, you probably wouldn’t have heard.
he lets go of your chin before sighing. “i’ve been in love with you for so long, i didn’t know how to deal with it so i kept denying it. i didn’t tell yaku the truth because i didn’t need him to make fun of me because i couldn’t get the person i wanted.” kuroo let it out, you were shocked.
he felt the same way?
“kuroo…?” “(y/n). i’m sorry, but i can’t let you go. especially now when i know i have a chance. so please.” unbeknownst to the both of you, your heartbeats were almost identical on how fast it paced.
“i...” you started. not knowing the right words to say.
“i think we should… take things slow.” you look at him, giving him the smallest of smiles you can muster. “if that’s okay with you?”
kuroo couldn’t find it in himself to suppress the wide smile that was plastered on his face. without another word, he pulled you to his chest. his laugh rang out the empty classroom.
“god. i didn’t want to confess this way… but here we are.” kuroo pulled away and laughed.
“don’t break my heart, kuroo.” you warned lightheartedly. he gave you a smile that was laced with all the adoration he felt for you before pecking raising your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles.
“i wouldn’t dream of it.”
suna:
the whistle was blown, signaling the end of their practice. you smiled in encouragement to the members who looked like they’ve gone through hell and back. from the intensity of their training, you would probably believe so.
“nice work.” you say, handing atsumu his water bottle. the setter gave you a pat on the head before gesturing to suna who was wiping his sweat with a towel. “go talk to ‘yer loverboy.”
you rolled your eyes at his statement, but walked towards the middle blocker anyway.
“nice work out there, rin!” you smile, giving him the water bottle that you prepared. of course, it was your own water bottle with the liquid infused with citrus. you thought about putting it in his, but then again, the water bottles were identical and someone else might drink it.
“(y/n)~ why does suna get special treatment?” akagi whined. your eyes widened, not knowing that the libero was watching your interactions.
“i want manager-san’s special treatment too!” ginjima whined as well, your face heat up at the sudden attention before the coach blew the whistle once more.
“seems like break is over, be back later, (y/n).” suna stated, giving you back your water bottle and a quick pat on the head. your face heated up with the contact.
“yeah.” you were in a daze, staring at suna’s figure as he went back to court.
“‘yer staring, manager-san.” kita’s straightforward voice cut off your thoughts. “huh? what?”
a smirk formed on kita’s face. “be careful, (y/n). ‘yer not being as cautious as before.”
“what did you mean before? kita-san. i-” “liked our middle blocker since before you were our manager? i’m well aware.” if you and kita weren’t close, you would be scared on how he managed to catch on quickly with your stupid crush. “i’m right, aren’t i?”
“i sometimes hate you, kita.” a scoff was heard from the bicolored male. “sure you do.”
you and the captain went on with your banter. occasionally noting down some of the notable movements the team did in their practice.
when the whistle was blown, that was then you realized that you have forgotten to fill up the water bottles once more. with a quick bow, you ran outside to fill it up with refreshing cold water. once done, you struggled to carry the weight of several bottles at once.
“when do you plan on confessing to (y/n), suna?” you stopped in your tracks as you hear atsumu’s voice reverberate from the other side of the wall.
“what are you talking about?” suna retaliated, voice deadpanned as usual. “come on, suna. don’t think we don’t see the way (y/n) has heart eyes for you.” you almost dropped the water bottles in your hands. your heart beat quick, realizing that suna was well aware of your crush on him.
“so?” the same deadpanned voice answered. you felt saddened at the lack of emotion in his tone. “what do you plan to do if they tell you?”
you weren’t prepared for his answer, you didn’t want to know.
“i don’t know what you want me to say, i don’t like (y/n) that way.” fuck.
at this point, your throat felt clogged and tears were forming in your eyes. you always knew that you should have never let this small crush turn into something more, now you were here. feeling sad just because of your hopeless crush on the team’s middle blocker.
you didn’t realize that you dropped a water bottle, when you looked down, you saw lemon slices floating around the water. as if it were mocking you.
you sigh, picking it up. ‘one last time.’ you thought to yourself before entering the gym, pretending you didn’t just get your heart broken.
“no lemons this time?” suna asked as you gave him his water bottle. “didn’t find any.” you say as curt as possible before attending to the other members of the team to which the others found odd.
since when was he the first one you tended to? usually you always placed him as last so you could talk to him more. maybe you just forgot? did something happen?
either way, the team was in confusion with your sudden shift in attitude. especially suna, who has gotten used to your daily banter every training.
the middle blocker shrugged it off before taking a sip of the plain water. maybe you just weren’t in the mood today? who knows.
it wasn’t only today, but the next few days. suna began noticing how his interactions with you have drastically decreased, he never took notice of how much he actually craved your presence until you stopped giving him attention and began treating him like how you treat the twins.
well, there wasn’t anything wrong with the way you treated the twins, but he thought he was special. he knows he was special, maybe that’s why he thought that you might have possibly liked him back. but why did you suddenly drift away from him?
suna doesn’t remember anything that he could have possibly done for you to stray away from him.
“good work.” “are we okay?” suna suddenly asked you, who was giving out his water bottle as per usual. “of course.” you say before plopping the bottle on his hand and moving on to the next member.
“relationship problems?” osamu teased as he went beside suna, sipping on his own water bottle. “shut it, miya.”
the middle blocker hated this. he hated how all of a sudden you pretended as if the both of you were only club mates and nothing else.
but isn’t that what you were? you weren’t obligated to keep him company during breaks and talk about your guys’ days and plans. so why was he so bothered that you weren’t beside him?
suna had a thought, but he immediately crossed it off his mind because he knows it’s impossible.
suna likes you, and you moved away even before he could act on it.
“good wo-” “can we talk?” suna cut you off. you raised an eyebrow at him before trying to give him his water bottle.
“i’m not taking that.” he huffed, before continuing. “give the others theirs first then get back to me. just like before.” startled, you wordlessly nodded before giving the rest of the members their water bottles.
once you were done, you felt suna pull your wrist and dragged you outside. a knowing smirk invaded the twins’ faces as they saw the both of you leave.
“suna-” “what is your problem?” your eyes widened at the sharp tone that suna gave you.
“i have no idea what you mean.” “why have you been getting distant lately?” “i was busy, suna”
suna looked at you, knowing he isn’t buying a single word you say. he wanted to cringe at the way you called him by his last name, but he couldn’t afford to lose his composure.
“we both know that’s absolute bullshit, (y/n).” you narrowed your eyes at his response.
“why does it matter, suna?” you bit back, having been fed up with this conversation. “i just want to know what i did that made you act weird around me.”
you tense up, not knowing what to say next. you knew it was unfair to make suna feel as if he did something wrong, but you knew the more you acted upon your feelings, the more you won’t be able to move on. so with a deep breath you braced yourself for your next words.
“you did nothing, suna.” you gave him a small smile. “that is just me trying to move on. so please, give me some time.”
suna blinked. was that a confession? he couldn’t register it fast enough before he tightened his grip on your wrist.
“(y/n)... what do you mean?” “i don’t want to repeat myself, suna.” you say, gently trying to take your wrist from him.
“you like me back.” suna says, more to himself than to you. you gave him a look of disbelief. “don’t be ridiculous.”
“no, (y/n). you like me back.” a small smirk was plastered on his face, you felt your face heat up.
“i did.” you could barely see the way his smirk faltered. “did?”
you sigh, wanting to get this over with.
“i heard you say to the twins that you don’t like me in that way. and it made me realize that maybe i’ve been reading the signs wrong and you only like me as a friend.” you explain, effectively pulling away your wrist the moment he faltered in his grip.
“no hard feelings, suna. i just need time to move on, and since we’re here now. can you please tell me to move on? just so i can have the closure i need.” you say.
unbeknownst to you, suna only said that so the twins would leave him alone. he’s always liked you, even before you were their manager. and when you suddenly gave him special treatment, he felt as if you returned his feelings.
now that he knows you like him back, the twins be damned. he can’t let you go.
“be with me?” “did you not hear what i said? i said i’m trying to move o-” “no.”
suna said, taking a step closer to you. “i said i didn’t like you that way because i didn’t want the twins knowing and potentially ruining my chance with you because we both know they’d never shut up.” suna started.
“i didn’t confess because i didn’t want to assume that you liked me the way i liked you. but god, whenever you strut in the gym and give me your stupid hello kitty bottle filled with lemon water. i couldn’t help but assume.” you make a face. “my hello kitty bottle is not stupid, rin.”
suna smiled at the returned nickname. “and you didn’t assume. i really do like you back.”
“so...” suna trailed off. “so…?”
“do you want to go out with me, after training?” suna didn’t know where the courage came from, before he could shy away from his question. you gave him a smile, a small blush on your face.
“i.. i’d love to.”
“and will you bring back the lemon water. i miss the stupid hello kitty bottle.” he was hit by the arm as you pouted. “once again, my hello kitty bottle is not stupid, rin.”
