â§ââËWARNINGS/NOTESâł nsfw but heavy on the fluff. MDNI. <300 words. tetsu calls reader "doll". let's see if i can knock off the cobwebs and whet this literary dry spell i've been in for the past year+.
âc-canât breatheâŠâ you wheeze, dying under the full weight of your 6â4â boyfriend.
âi know~â he croons, giving you the entirety of his dead weight. âi always know how to take your breath away, hm doll?â
pushing on his chest and shoulders in futility only makes him chuckle, crushing you further into the mattress with every inhale. âget off, you big oaf,â you manage, filling your lungs again when he finally rolls off, flopping onto his back next to you.
tetsurou almost looks comical when heâs naked - all arms and legs with a big stupid grin and perpetual bedhead. his softening cock lolls to the right, still slick and sticky with your combined fluids.
you move to get off the bed but before your feet can even touch the floor, heâs grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you back down. âdonât,â he says with a satisfied grin, eyes still closed and catching his breath.
âbut i was going to clean us up,â you giggle as he pulls your naked body flush against his to rest your head on his pounding chest.
âin a minute,â he huffs, propping one arm behind his head with the other keeping you close to him. âyou know i need your cuddles right after sexâŠâ his grip on you tightens and he kisses the top of your head. â...stay.âÂ
tetsu hasnât always shown you his vulnerable side; it takes a long time for him to trust anyone enough to show his soft underbelly, and youâre the only one who gets to be with him like this, completely naked. so you splay your arm across his belly and press your smiling lips to his damp chest, happy to oblige. "i'm not going anywhere."
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You stood in front of the mirror, rolling up your sleeve just enough to flex your armâwhere your slight but earned muscle peeked through. Snap taken.
"Let's see if you'll copy this one."
You sent it to Kageyama, half-expecting radio silence. He wasn't exactly the selfie type.
But a few minutes later, your phone buzzed.
There he was. Serious face. Flexing in front of a mirror in his practice jersey, sleeve pushed up. No captionâjust pure Kageyama.
Then, another message followed.
"That's pretty good."
"Mine's still better though."
You could picture the flush on his face as he sent it. Competitive, flustered, and trying so hard not to show he was impressed by your muscles.
You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show the definition in your armânot huge, but definitely there.
"Since you like to act unbothered, let's see you copy this one."
You didn't expect a quick reply. Maybe a sarcastic text. But insteadâding.
Snap: Tsukishima in his room, brows raised, flexing one arm in the most deadpan way possible. The lighting was terrible. He clearly did it just to prove a point.
"Wow. So intimidating."
"Should I call the police?"
But you noticed his subtle smirk, and the fact that he did roll up his sleeve. He saw the muscle. He noticed.
And even if he wouldn't admit itâhe was impressed. In his own salty little way.
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You struck a mirror pose, flexing your slightly toned bicep with pride. Not massive, but firm enough to show off.
"Let's see if the self-proclaimed king of flexing can top this."
You barely had time to set your phone down before his reply came through.
Snap: Kuroo, already shirtless, striking a classic gym-rat flex in front of the mirror, one brow cocked, hair messier than usual. His bicep definitely looked impressiveâbut the caption was what got you.
"You rang?"
"Nice try though I'm impressed of your little muscles"
You scoffed. Little muscle?
You fired back a middle-finger emoji, and he immediately sent another snapâsame flex, this time blowing a kiss.
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You took the snap while flexing with just enough pride to show off your slightly defined arm.
"Bet you won't copy this one."
You didn't expect much from Kenmaâmaybe a "lmao" or a read receipt and nothing else.
But then, surprisingly, ping.
Snap: Kenma, in his hoodie, arm barely pulled out, flexing in the most unimpressed way possible. His face was blank, but his eyes had that subtle challenge.
"This is dumb."
"But Iâm stronger than I look."
You zoomed in. Okay, yeahâthere was a hint of tone in his arm.
You smirked, texting back:
"Not bad, gamer boy."
He replied:
"I've been carrying the team. What did you expect?"
"Yeah right."
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You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show off the light muscle youâd been proud of lately.
"Let's see if the 'Great King' can handle this challenge."
Oikawa's reply came fastâtoo fast.
Snap: perfect lighting, shirt half-off, arm flexed like he was in a magazine shoot. He angled the camera just right to make his bicep pop. And of course, the expression? Smoldering.
Caption:
"You think I wouldnât rise to the occasion?"
"Also, your form's cute. 8/10. Needs more sparkle."
You groaned and laughed at the same time.
He followed up with:
"Wanna come compare in person, baby?"
You rolled your eyes. Smooth. Over-the-top. Peak Oikawa.
You sent the snap with a smug grinâarm flexed, muscle just barely showing, but enough to feel proud.
"Let's see if the gym rat can match this."
You figured Iwaizumi would respondâhe was too competitive not to. Sure enough, a minute later:
Snap: Iwaizumi in the gym mirror, sweat still fresh, sleeve rolled up as he flexed his very real bicep without even trying. He looked at the camera like he knew he won.
Caption:
"Cute. You've got potential."
"But don't challenge your trainer unless you'are ready to lose."
You and kuroo leave your wedding and get into the back of the limousine you weren't exactly expecting, everyone outside screaming and raving as the two of you giggle and have your driver drive off into the beautiful night.
The second the two of you get into the car he's quick to pounce on you, kissing you silly all over making you laugh and giggle hardly catching your breath. His weight on top of you as you wrap your legs around him, your dress riding up your body as he holds onto your thighs and continues to pepper kisses all over you.
The driver is sure to keep their eyes up front, sunglasses blocking their eyes as music is soundly playing not only up front but also in the back, it was a rather big limousine so much room as if it were meant to take an entire prom committee.
Tetsuro finally moved back with a sigh, letting you catch your breath from your laughter as he admires you from above taking in all of your beauty. His lip tugs into his teeth as he smiles with a small scoff shaking his head as he eyes you up and down.
â hm, what.â
You say with a chuckle, he simply shakes his head and leans back in placing a soft and precious kiss to your beautiful lip stick ridden lips. You were too perfect and you were finally his. He was happy.
â ...nothinâ baby. nothinâ at all.â
You hum smiling widly as you admire him above you. Goodness he was so handsome in his suit, the top buckles slightly unbuttoned and his suit coat already taken off. His hair was slightly messy but it looked so damn good on him.
Kuroo pulls you into her another kiss, this time holding it for longer inhaling deeply as he holds the kiss and moans as he deepens it by opening his mouth, you soon follow suit and grab him by the face pulling him closer letting him guide and lead the kiss.
It quickly grew heavy, needy with greed and longing from the both of you. The kisses that were once sweet and loving now full of desperation and filthy lust, he was slowly grinding his hardening cock in between your legs groaning with each slow hump of his hips.
He could feel the rough texture of his pants and the warmth of your clothes bodies being pressed up against each other rubbing against his length pleasantly. He ground his hips into you with more need, groaning as his eyes rolled.
The kiss growing hotter teeth occasionally clashing together as you swap spit, tongues colliding and swirling against each other your lips getting plump with the rough kissing. It was growing hotter in the back seat, more fitting music blending in with your sexy escapade.
The driver looked up through the mirror and simply sighed, pulling up the window that separated the backseat from the driver n passenger seats. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't sound proof....
Tetsuros fingers traveled down your thighs slowly making your skin crawl at the heat of his finger tips on your sensitive skin. A breathy mewl leaves you while your lips are momentarily apart which he's quick to push back together. He lets his middle finger gently rub your clothed slit up and down, covered by white frilly stockings and your panties. Despite both fabrics being really thin it still felt like too much restriction.
Your cunny pulsates as he circles his finger around the hood of your clit making your eyes roll a sudden wave of pleasure taking over you. The gentleness of him as if he didn't want to hurt you, you could tell he was just as needy with you but he needed to take his time with this. He wanted to make you feel like the only person in the world.
You were growing wetter, more aroused as tetsuro continued to tease your cunt now applying more pressure as he presses down on your cunt with his continuing motions. Sliding his fingers up and down and occasionally letting his middle and ring finger rub your clit.
You inhale shakily letting your head lie back onto the spaceish backseat, you let your eyes flutter close and decide to allow him to take care of you. He watches you with his pupils blown wide, lip tugged between his teeth as his brows furrow. His cock growing impatient as he watches you experience this pleasure at the hand of himself.
He hums deeply with a small growl escaping as well, he then uses his thumb to apply light pressure to your clit while he circles it only stimulating it. A gasp leaves you as you raise your hips into his hand moaning lightly as fog clouds your eyes, your sight being blinded by a beautiful bright light.
Tetsuro watches you closely as you take in the pleasure, he loves seeing you like this. Beneath him and yearning for more of him, more of the pleasure he's giving you.
He moves your panties to the side and slowly lets his fingers inside of you, the gentle feeling of his fingers going inside of you and slightly splitting you. Three fingers was more than enough honestly, his fingers were long and slender and the palm of his hand was rubbing and hitting against your clit as he fingered you.
Curling his fingers with expertise as his own breath gets shaky at the sight. Watching and feeling your legs straighten and flex around him, you were close to cumming. That certainly wasn't the only give away.
â hmmn, gonna cum baby, yeah? cum for me.â
He always had such a demanding tone, paired well with his deep voice you were set up to fail. You came within the next few seconds, letting a hoarse and loud groan fall from your chest. Your heart racing and sweat beading at your forehead as you gently grind your hips back into his hand.
That alone had tetsuro chuckling smugly above you, a shit eating grin plastering his handsome features. It was growing hotter in the back, a light smell being present and he removed his fingers from your entrance. He spread his three fingers up holding his hand above so you can see as well, your slick coating his three fingers making them utterly sticky. He looked to his hand then back to you, placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking like his life depended on it.
Tetsuro was utterly pussy whipped, there's no denying it. Even he himself wouldn't deny it, but he didn't care. He never did, he chose you over anything and that's all that mattered. He knew your pussy belonged to him and he was unsurprisingly very territorial about it. It was embarrassing but so was he.
Your very distinct taste invaded his taste buds for not the last time in his life, that's for certain. He sucked his fingers for all of your flavour that he could. His eyes locking onto your hooded ones, he watched closely as you caught your breath. You were only growing more turned on at the sight of him. Big strong muscular arms flexing through his white half buttoned shirt.
His fingers pop out of his mouth and he was quick to bring you into a kiss letting you taste yourself. Nasty, but far too sexy to complain. You weren't sure how much time you had left before you made it to the hotel but you honestly didn't want this to end. It was your first time doing something like this while someone else was driving, might as well do it while you can get away with it.
Tetsuro tried to pull away from the kiss but you were getting drunk off of him. His lips, his smell, the taste of you in his tongue. You loved making out it truly was the best type of foreplay for you. Dare you say all you need? Who knows. It was so sexy to feel his breath on your face and to occasionally peep your eyes open to his attractive face, and oh, when he'd make noises.
From groans to growls to small grunt and even small whiney mewls. Gosh he was just as desperate as you. He kept rutting his dick into your thigh wrapping a hand around your neck light, slight pressure applied. Be knew how you liked it, then again you were really kinky so he wouldn't push not breathing past you.
He continued to hump your inner thigh as he broke the kiss to hide his face in your neck, his breath roaming all over your ear and lower neck and even dampening the pit of your neck a bit. It was so sexy, hearing his breath slight quiver. Having him defile himself by using your thigh alone to pleasure his clothes and stiff cock.
Something he probably would've done when you were virgins in highschool. The thought alone was too cute. He was too cute, for someone so big n sexy he knew how to make that intimidating factor about himself vanish.
You could hear the small mewls getting louder turning into more desperate moans. His voice had a rasp so even they weren't too feminine not that you mind....too much. It was certainly enticing to have him wrapping his hand around your neck and hastily pushing his dick into your thigh. The slight grasp he had wrapped around your neck fading, you can feel the grip that was once there ceasing to exist. His veiny hand growing weaker as he feels his high approaching.
â fuck.. âwanted to wait until we got to the hotel, wanâed to lay you down in a bed of roses.. but fucking hell baby.... yer really bringing it outta me...shit.â
A quivering sigh leaves you as you feel a need growing inside of you like a fire that needs to be extinguished. His eyes were rolling back into his head, unfortunately for you, you weren't graced to see that.
â fuck baby, fuckâ wanna fuck you sâ bad but damn..-â
He cuts himself off and forces himself to look at you, his grip on your neck growing tighter you can feel it taking your breath away. His eyes were squinted and he was biting his lip trying to contain the sounds that threatened to escape.
Stuttery moans leave his mouth as it opened for him to speak, his hips jittering as well. Pausing for a little as he was quick to start them back up.
â tell me to cum, tell me tâblow my pants n- fuckâ ill do it. I'll do it fâ you baby.â
His intimidating eyes staring right into yours as his mouth hangs open, repeated moans flowing out like butter. He's hanging onto your every word, waiting for you to tell him to cum. He knows you're going to, you want him to cum just as badly as he needs to.
â cum for me baby.â
You whisper to him, voice hoarse due to his grip you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks again a small smile painting your face puffening your cheeks out. You were too cute, he followed your command cumming immediately. He shudders and groans loudly, body slouching forward as he rests his lightheaded forehead onto your shoulder.
His breath is absolutely taken away by this orgasm, it was almost unlike any other he's ever had. It seemed more intimate, more than usual. His poor cock came all into his pants and underwear, dampening the fabric and leaving his still hard cock in a messy refinement.
Tetsuro removes his hand from your neck and lies down on top of you. He eyes close as you both wait for the limo to soon stop. You stroke his hair and stare out the dark window, painted black with tint. Both of you were a mess between the legs and were only going to get messier the second you were truly alone. You both figured it'd be rather impolite to really fuck in someone's limousine.
You were hormonal bastards; and who isn't of course, but you were monsters. Nasty, cheap, sex craved monsters.. scratch that, you definitely were the last bit. But you weren't nasty, kuroo wouldn't dare lay you down and absolutely rock your body the back seat of a vehicle that someone else has most likely already fucked in.
Tetsu couldn't wait to get you inside so he could make you cum over n over again. and trust as soon as you're both halfway across the world on some island he's definitely gonna have you cumming your brains out even more just like you deserve as his wife.
lowk on a mf roll. finally something for my mansies that isn't like. stupid. I lit had to study his characteristics DEOWN. I had to get to know my baby on a PERSONAL ass level.
đà§: during a late-night stroll, you had somehow found yourself in a whole new world⊠or more precisely, Nekoma's gym⊠during their annual training camp. yikes.
đ§àŸàœČ: Karasuno, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, and Fukurodani Academy
â part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9
â all images are found off of pinterest! I do not own them. (Kenma's photo by chun_Iz)
It was loud: the ball smacking against the reinforced concrete. Frankly, it was a gift in itself that the neighbors didnât pour onto their balcony in resentment, screaming profanities at the captain who disfigured the round object against their home.Â
But, earnestly, you wished they did. You grunted at each thud, your body shifting in small, careful movements as you tried to keep Kenma blissfully unaware of your predicament. Yet there seemed to be no end in sight to the noise⊠at least, not for another hour.Â
âWho the hell..?â You whispered lightly, eyes rubbed against your palms as you surveyed the darkened room. Everything seemed to be ordinary; the hum of the monitor, the tossed aside Switch, and Kenma, who had managed to leave a thin line of drool across the shoulder of your sweater.
Still, something felt missing.Â
Your gaze drifted over to the empty gaming chair: The broad figure that had been slumped there last night no longer present. Was practice still in session? You lifted a finger, gently poking Kenmaâs forehead to push his head away from you. The setter grunted in retaliation, a soft frown etched in his sleep, arms tightening instinctively around your waist. But after a moment of stubborn prodding, his grip loosened; and with a soft huff, Kenma rolled away, curling into himself as he settled back into sleep.Â
Mochi was no different. Nose nuzzled under Kozumeâs arm at your sudden awakening. Normally, you wouldâve been in complete shambles at the scene you had found yourself in. The way your body entangled itself with a boy you had only met the other night. It was diabolical, really, how your figure betrayed all sense of reason. And if you had half a mind, youâd have scolded the innate motion. But your focus was on Kuroo, and the brisk opportunity to survey your phone for any inclination to his disappearance. Which seemed to be a bit harder to divulge than thought⊠because your phone was spammed with countless messages from the Karasuno team; Tanakaâs video, Nishinoyaâs explanation of his receive, and a bizarre question for you in the groupchat. Yet there was nothing from Tetsuro. No update on a training that ran longer than intended.Â
Was the noise outside⊠Kuroo?
Slowly, you lifted yourself away from the comfort of Kenmaâs bed, feet padding softly across the wooden floor until you pressed the side of your face against the cool glass of the window. It was difficult to make out anything beyond the faint glow of the streetlamps â their light barely stretched across the pavement below, leaving most of the courtyard swallowed in shadow. If Kuroo was out there, though, standing at his towering six-foot-two, he should have been at least somewhat easy to spot.
But no â the courtyard remained frustratingly a mystery.Â
Which meant the only confirmation youâd get was to leave the complex. Trudge down the enclosed stairs, creep along the edge of the building, and come face-to-face with whoever had been relentlessly pounding against the apartment. For all you knew, it couldâve been a serial killer. Some unhygienic creep lurking outside the complex, just waiting to put his grubby hands on the first unfortunate woman he found wandering into the dark.
Yep â what a great plan you had. A quick way to get yourself wiped from existence.Â
Though, was it really surprising that you ignored every condensed knot in your stomach, every scream in your body telling you to turn around as you descended the outer stairwell? No. Truthfully, it was the very thing youâd do, hand held out on the railing out of habit as you squinted through the gloom. If you made it this far, stuck in somewhere unknown, surely your luck wasnât going to run out that soon.
So, when you pushed open the metal door at the bottom of the building, stepping into the night while you followed the faint glow of the vending machine, you werenât all that surprised to see Kuroo there. Â
Sweat glued to his temples, droplets sliding from his chin each time he sent the volleyball crashing against the already brutalized wall. Frankly, you felt bad for the inanimate object. But Tetsuro didnât seem to mind. Each resounding smack against the concrete was a reminder of just how strong heâd gotten over the years.
The captainâs hair was a mess, the usual wild spikes flattened by sweat from the intensity of his practice. Every swing of his arm pulled the fabric of his shirt taut across his shoulders, muscles shifting beneath it from countless hours spent training. And each grip to the ball displayed the veins that protruded from his hands.Â
There was something almost⊠volatile about the way he moved.Â
âGuessing practice wasnât enough?â The captain stalled from your voice; the round object, which was once glued against his palm, slipped between his grasp.Â
His head tilted to the right, idle eyes narrowed in your direction. The displayed expression resembled something closer to pique. And if you had to guess, Kuroo wasnât all too pleased with your abrupt interruption. But he responded, nonetheless. âDid you wake Kenma?âÂ
âHm?â
Tetsuroâs usual playful tone was replaced with something closer to a bite. Your heel positioned itself slightly behind, body prepared to make a swift exit in case he ushered you away. Did something bad happen at school?
Kurooâs eyes scanned your newly found stance and, for a brief moment, scolded himself at how outlandish his remark was. There was no need to drop the habitual smugness he possessed. The astute rush of adrenaline when he saw the two of you never warranted anything more than a laugh.Â
But he couldnât put aside the frustration that coursed his veins â for some unknown fucking reason. (wow, was Kuroo an idiot)
âJust forget it,â he picked the volleyball back up, tossing it in the air and spiking against the wall once again. âWith prelims around the corner, I just want to keep the good momentum.âÂ
Honestly, you found his words hard to believe. How could he lose that impetus? It seemed like he ate, drank, and breathed the sport. But you didnât know him â not really. And you couldnât be sure how invested each player was in this tournament. âI think sleep is important too y'know. To be able to keep up with the exercise.â Kuroo muttered something under his breath; a sly remark, but you didnât take much notice. Your eyes were glued to the reddened palm of his right hand, a sting that surely had to be agonizing in the cool night air. âI can start taking the gaming chair.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âIt seemed uncomfortable,â you noted, voice low. âAnd if Iâm staying until preliminaries⊠and you end up crashing at Kenmaâs sometimes, youâd probably need somewhere a lot⊠comfier.â
The captainâs eyes widened, a small crease between his brows as he stared at you in disbelief. Surely, he didnât hear you correctly: Staying? For the past twenty-four hours, the only thing youâd seemed concerned about was finding your family. Figuring out how to get back to wherever you came from. But if you were staying until preliminaries⊠Well, that was four weeks away.Â
His heartbeat picked up without warning, adrenaline rushing through him so quickly it almost felt embarrassing. Tetsuroâs imagination betrayed him instantly â late nights lingering longer than they should, the quiet comfort of sharing the same space, you curled up somewhere in his apartment when it was too late to reach Kenmaâs. God, he could already picture you drowning in one of his shirts again â What the fuck? Focus, Kuroo. âYouâre staying⊠Here?â
âOh.â You ran a hand through your hair, a small smile tugging at your lips. âKenma suggested I transfer to Nekoma. Maybe even become the volleyball manager for preliminaries. Crazy right?âÂ
Four hours. Kenma had spent four hours with you alone and somehow heâd already convinced you to stay; to attend Nekoma high. Kuroo honestly couldnât decide whether he should feel impressed⊠or irritated. âHuh,â he huffed, ball spinning within his grasp. âDid Kenma threaten you? Did you lose a bet?âÂ
âWell, itâs not final,â you said. But who were you kidding? You were already planning a sly way to forge documents if need be. âWait⊠Does Kenma bet on games?â
Kuroo perked a brow, spiking the ball one last time before he tucked it under his arm. âNo, he doesn't."Â
There wasnât much to say after that. No thread of words that could follow his declaration. Really, you couldnât tell if it was his way of wanting the conversation to end. His own subtle hint that your presence was a hindrance on his patience. But apparently, you sucked at reading the room. So you stayed, shifting on your weight as the vending machine hummed louder through the thick silence.Â
âSo, Nekomaâs manager,â Kurooâs abrupt continuation made your head tilt, irises dilating up at the tall captain. âGuess that would mean youâd be seeing a lot of us.â He took a few steps forward. âThink you could handle the disorganization? We have an overnight training next weekend. And Levâs involved, so⊠statistically speaking, things are going to explode at some point.â
âYeah⊠kind of sounds fun.âÂ
The thought alone made blood rush to his head. His bicep tightened around the volleyball as the mere idea settled further in his brain: It wasnât just excitement â at least, not the kind he felt before a match. This was lighter somehow, gradual in power, like a candle set under a curtain before he even realized the fabric had ignited.
Endless imaginations formed within the right hemisphere of his brain: You perched against the gym wall, you tallying how many receives Lev butchered, you trailing behind the team in overnight travels, complaining about how cramped everything was.
Kuroo slacked his jaw, suddenly aware that heâd been staring at the volleyball far longer than intended. Weird. He popped the ball out from his arm, rolling it around both palms to shake the odd clutch in his chest. Still, the thought lingered â Tetsuro would be seeing a lot of you. Because if you were really sticking around Nekoma for that long⊠Well, thereâd be a lot of idiots around. And someone would probably have to keep an eye on you.Â
His gaze flickered toward the apartment building behind you â Kenma included. Though heâd never admit that part out loud.
Fuck, did this mean heâd have to convince the academic offairs office to line your classes up with his? âManagerâs a pretty important job,â he released the constant roll of the ball against his hands, slamming it into the ground with increasing force. âDo you know anything about volleyball?âÂ
âWell,â your head flit to the side, allowing the shadows to cover the faint sheen of red that brushed your cheeks. âIâve watched it before.â Then, without much thought, you rambled out of complete ignominy. âI know thereâs⊠a blocker â wait, no three? Yes, cause three people are in the front. Then thereâs the little one,â oh you really should stop talking. Especially, because the next words that slip your mouth with way too much confidence, are in fact pitifully inaccurate. âAnd the two in the back are divers!âÂ
Kurooâs eye twitched.Â
And momentarily, he truly thought heâd lose it. Never once had he heard someone call the right back and left back divers. Sure, they received the ball and helped with defense. They were solid players, the ones that allowed the setters and blockers to feel at ease whenever an iron wall was missed. But just because they dived for a few balls, didnât exactly make them divers.Â
âLet me stop you right there,â he breathed in, chest puffed outwards before he broke into a fit of laughter: A sound that only a hyena would make. âFirst, never say that in front of the team. Two, youâll be handling stats for each player,â Kurooâs shoulders eased, but the faint chuckles kept sputtering out of his throat every few seconds. âAfter each scrimmage, practice, game â youâll be in charge of giving us our callout.âÂ
You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Maybe being manager wasnât the best idea. âOh.â
But Tetsuro noted the drop in your shoulders, the crane of your neck as your head focused on the few loose pebbles on the ground. He knew your once hopeful notion came crashing in an instant. Except that was the very thing the captain tried to avoid. Strangely, he wanted you in his classes. He wanted you watching every time he stole a point. âAs captain, Iâll make it a priority to teach you. That way, stats wonât be so difficult.â He tossed the ball forward. Your hands shot up on instinct, catching it clumsily against your chest. âThink of volleyball like chemistry. Right elements, right timing⊠boom. Instant reaction!â To him, that was a sufficient explanation to the intensity of the team sport. But your reaction led him to believe he wasnât the best of metaphorical tutors. âWhy donât you come to practice tomorrow? Itâs a good way to learn and to get to know the team.âÂ
Kuroo was right. If you so desperately strived to transfer schools, the least you could do was get on their prized teams good side⊠it wouldn't hurt to have the coachâs recommendation either. So what if a few documents were missing, if a responsible adult vouches for you, surely theyâd have to agree. Especially if you were assisting victory for their very own bragging rights.
âDeal.âÂ
The captain huffed in acknowledgment, a feign nonchalance in his stature as he pulled his phone from the floor. In hindsight, it wasnât the best of moves, throwing you deep in the lionâs den of the Nekoma chat, introducing you to some of the most tumultuous group of boys past midnight. If he had thought in advance, taken into account a random number thrown into a pile of constants, maybe he wouldâve made a different decision.Â
Or perhaps he had thought it meant you couldnât flee. Everyone now had your number, a way to insert themselves into your reluctant decisions. And boy did they waste no time, illimitable dings of replies punctual as ever.Â
What Tetsuro didnât know, however, was the fact that your phone rested against Kenmaâs spine. And Kozume wasnât exactly the most fond of the vibrations. He stirred, eyes cracked open halfway. âHmph.â
The setter turned his head toward the empty spot beside him, golden eyes now narrowed at the faint glow of the phone screen lighting the dark. The notifications kept appearing one after another. Group chat messages. A lot of them.
He exhaled slowly and reached out, fingers languidly dragging your phone closer before reading the lock screen. (wow, he really had no boundaries in terms of privacy) And to his surprise, the chat title was the very thing Lev had created in the past week.Â
Huh â Kuroo had added you. That was fast.
His gaze drifted away from the phone as the room slowly came back into focus. Thatâs when he noticed something. The weight beside him was gone â the space had cooled, the crumpled sheets where youâd been curled earlier now flattened.Â
He pushed himself up a little, glancing around the room: The chair was empty, the door wasnât fully closed, and faintly, from outside, were inconsistent thuds. Kenma slipped out of bed, trudging the same route you did before, forehead pressed to the glass as he took in the weak circles of streetlight.
He couldnât see; but he could hear the atrocious laugh of Kuroo. Of course he was outside. And of course he had managed to get you alone again. As pitiful as his flirting was, girls always seemed to stray around him.Â
Maybe it was his hair? No, Kenma couldnât find that feasible. There was no way his friend's spikes gave him brownie points. You probably just couldnât go back to sleep; yes, that sounded more factual.
Kenma pushed himself away from the window, stomach flopping onto the comforter of his bed while Mochi repositioned. Huh, maybe a text wouldnât hurt. Just to be sure.
⥠Tanaka and Nishinoya after practice texts âĄ
⥠Karasuno's... strange question âĄ
⥠Nekoma chaos âĄ
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author's note: why is writing Kuroo so difficult. Like how do you make him smug but also awful at flirting lol. Anyway, here's a short little chapter to set-up your school transfer! (the overnight training... going to be absolute drama and chaos I can't wait for you)
Also, I'm still writing for my requests! It's been a busy week, so flipping between the two!
đč.á CW: Smut, restraints, f!reader is tied up, kuroo whimpers and begs a couple times, fluff and aftercare ending.
đč.á synopsis: It's Kuroo's birthday and you surprise him. Iykwim.
đč.á WC: 1.3k
(Not really proof read)
Tetsuro was supposed to have work off today since it was his birthday but he was called in earlier in the morningâand of course he agrees to go in. You had tried to convince him to stay home and just ignore it, but he's stubborn of course, promising he'd be home early anyway and not to worry. He kisses you on the forehead and gets ready, and eventually leaves. You can't help but be equally irritated with him and at the same time feeling bad.
You had planned to make him breakfast and spend the whole day cuddled up with him and then go out for dinner. But now that that plan is long gone out the window due to Tetsuro's stubborn antics and his tendency to be a workaholic you plan something else. Something more... intimate just for him. Hours later after hetting his text at six pm that he was on his way home you began to get his 'gift' ready.
You stripped down and put on your skimpiest lingerieâpink and covered in lace, almost completely see through. You also had grabbed silky red ribbons, meticulously wrapping it around your thighs in a bow keeping them tight together like you were his present to open. Then another silky ribbon around your calves and then your waistâand after a bit of struggle around your wrists in a messy bow. You had successfully tied yourself up in those red silky ribbons you waitedâand after what felt like an eternity you heard the front door open and Tetsuro's voice echo through out your home. "Baby, I'm home." His voice is quiet, and a bit tired making your stomach ache a little.
You knew work wasn't how he wanted to spend his birthday despite his stubborness. His steps grew closer to the room, you stayed quiet, wanting to surprise him. "Baby?" He carefully pushed open your bedroom door, takeout bag in hand. "I stopped to get us someâ" Tetsuro's eyes widened, seeing you, tied up like a gift on your shared bed. His lips parted and he couldn't tell whether he should laugh or moan outloud. He set the takeout bag on the nightstand and approached you on the bed.
"Oh?" A small smirk slowly forming on his lips, his tone already much more.. delighted than earlier. "This for me, baby?" He teased, sitting on the bed in front of you, his fingers ghosting over the red ribbions on your thighs. You nodded eagerly, a small faux innocent smile on your mouth. "Mhm, just for you." You say, head tilted to the side watching his veined hands slide up your thighs. Between your legs ached immediately, as he touched your thighsânot to mention the way he was looking at you, like he was holding back pouncing on you right this very second.
"Well, I guess I should unwrap my gift, hm?" He smirks, slowly beginning to untie the bows from your calves, his lips following suit slowly kissing up your legs till he reached the bows on your thighs. He carefully pulled the end between his teeth and tuggedâsuccessfully untying the second bow with his teeth. The silk fell and he grabbed it, setting it to the side. You could only imagine what he was gonna do to you.
Heat pooled and coiled in your lower stomach and you hoped he was enjoying this as much as you were, but by the look in his eyes you could tell he was more than enjoying it. Tetsuro kissed up your thighs torturously slow, grabbing your legs and tugging you down till your head hit the pillows.
âI can't hold back anymore, y/n.â He admits, voice low and full of barely restrained need. âAre you ready?â
He spread your legs, holding your thighs down as he teased you. His tongue darting out and gliding against the edge of your skimpy panties. "These are so pretty on you, baby." He murmurs lowly, teeth nipping at the hem and slowly pulling down.
You couldn't help but find that extremely hot, watching him tug off your panties with his teeth. That only made you wetter and needier. Your panties get discarded carelessly to the side, his body shifting up to quickly unbutton his shirt and take off his pants and boxers. Tetsuro can barely tease you anymore, he's getting painfully hard. Once he's naked himself, he's between your legs, pinning your bound wrists above your head with one hand, while the other holds the back of your thigh upâhiking it over his shoulder.
You nod, biting your lip as you brace yourself for the stretch of his cock inside you. Tetsuro exhales shakily and carefully pushes inside inch by inch. The stretch is painfully good, making both of you inhale sharply. âFuck, baby.â He groans, resting his forehead against yoursâhand tightening around your wrists. âYou're the best birthday gift I could ever ask for.â
You moan, squeezing your eyes shut as his fat cock bottoms out inside you. Your cunt flutters around him, getting used to his size again. He's been inside you more times than you can count, but still every time it feels like the first with how big and thick he is. You can practically feel each veinâeach aching twitch and pulse. It hurts in all the best ways possible.
He sighs and gently kisses your lips in tender, gentle pecks as if asking you if you're alright without words. âI'm gonna start moving, okay, baby?â He murmurs. Before you can think to respond he begins to slowly pull back and drive back forward in a deep sensual thrust. It's enough to make your back arch and punch a whine from your chest.
God, that makes him smug, but he can't even tease you now, too lost in your warm slick. You clench around him again, fluttering around him like you're trying to milk him dry. âFuckâkeep doing that and I'm not gonna last, sweetheart.â He rasps, picking up the pace. His hips rut into you in a rough, deep rhythm angling for your g-spot.
When you cry out he smirks faintly, moaning quietly. âYeah? Right there?â He whispers into your ear, ramming his cock into that spot repeatedly. You nod, head tipping back in pleasure.
Tetsuro lets go of your ribbon bound wrists, his hands moving down to your thighs, pressing them down into a mating press. He moans against your ear and slams his hips forward harder. â...âM so fucking close, baby.â He whimpers, nipping at your neck to try and quiet himself.
You arch against him letting him manhandle you into whatever position he likes. âI'm c-close too..â You whine.
âThen cum, please, baby. Please cum for me.â He begs lowly against your skin. You don't think you've ever heard Tetsuro beg, and God do you need to hear it again and again. The tone of his voice makes the coil in your lower stomach snap. Your orgasm wracks your body violentlyâgummy walls fluttering and spasming around him as you shudder and cry out.
He moansâthe sound filthy and music to your ears. âFuck, âm cumming baby. Gonna cum so deep inside you.â He grunts, hips stuttering as he spills inside you. White ribbons of cum spurting inside your cunt. For a moment he's still, panting against your neck before he lays against you for a bit.
Both of you relax, bodies melting together.
He sighs and lifts his head. âThat.. that was the best gift ever, baby. Best birthday sex ever.â He rasps, voice low and tired.
Tetsuro slowly sits up and pulls out of you, a small whimper leaving your lips. He kisses your forehead and caresses your cheek before grabbing your bound wrists and carefully unties them. He presses soft kisses along your wrists where the red ribbon formerly was. âYou're so pretty.â He murmurs against your skin before moving his fingers to untie the last ribbon from your waist.
Once you're untied and bare he exhales softly, looking over your body in awe despite both of you being spent. âI love you.â He mumbles laying beside you and pulling you against him.
You bury your face against his chest, soaking up all the skin to skin time. âI love you too.â You murmur, closing your eyes. âHappy birthday.â
âThank you, baby.â He says quietly, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his face against your hair.
The takeout? Completely forgotten about till later he panics remembering it's there and puts it in the fridge so it doesn't go bad.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KUROO đ„čđ (hes so old) (comments and reblogs are appreciated pls and tyy!!!)
you kind of disliked your neighbour. it wasnât that he was rude or anything, if anything he would smile at you every time the two of you came across each other. a smile that you only returned weakly. because you just wouldnât have it. he had taken over your crushâs home.
it was silly really, your crush - your college classmate, used to live in the space across from yours. he had been kicked out by his landlord for âbringing too many people over.â he was a college student, for christâs sake.
so the next person who took over was kuroo tetsurou, a working man who was three years older as per your flatmateâs intel. sure, he was hotter but you missed your crush. gone were the days of small talk in the hallway of your apartment building.
kuroo tetsurou (office worker, 24) was convinced that the cute uni student next door hated him. what he had done, he wasnât sure but the lack of response whenever he tried to greet you made it quite obvious. he shouldnât care really but not being liked by a stranger for no reason was unsettling.
however there were more pressing matters at hand. he parked his car in the basement and opened the backseat door, pulling out a small cage. tiny mewls could be heard from it and kuroo let out a sigh at what he had gotten himself into.
he took the cage upstairs, unlocking his apartment with one hand and placing the cage on the living room floor. he quickly changed into comfortable clothes and sat down on the floor in front of the cage. prying it open, he looked inside. three tiny pairs of eyes stared back at him.
two hours later, you opened the door to your apartment, looked around the hallway and closed it again. this was the third time you had done it this evening. where the hell was that damn meowing coming from?
you loved cats. the prospect of a cat hanging out in the hallway of your apartment building excited you. you were so sure it was there and then you would open the door and - nothing.
it was the fifth time that you opened the door when you finally realised it. the sound was coming from your crush kuroo tetsurouâs apartment. your body moved on its own and you rang the bell. you had no idea what you were going to say.
kuroo opened the door and peeked out. his eyes widened in surprise. he flashed a small smile. âgood evening, how can i help you?â
you hesitated, âumm this may sound weird butâŠany cats in there?â
âoh yeah, um,â kuroo opened the door wider for you to peek in and spot the three kittens on the living room floor. you immediately cooed and looked at kuroo with slightly pleading eyes, âcan iâŠ?â
kuroo chuckled and let you in, âof courseâ
you immediately beelined towards the kittens and kneeled down on the floor. âyou keeping all three?â you asked.
âiâm keeping none. iâm only looking after them for a few days till my friend finds them a permanent home.â kuroo explained.
you pouted at that. cute, kuroo thought. âyou like them?â
âi love them,â you lightly brushed your finger against the black kittenâs head as it approached you curiously.
âtake them thenâ
you deadpanned him, âdo i look financially stable enough?â
he chuckled, âfair enough.â he took a seat on the couch as he watched you. the kitten had now climbed into your lap and you were trying to usher the other two closer.
âi could help you with the food and everything. you donât have to pay for it. just keep them,â kuroo suggested.
âyou hate âem or something?â
kuroo smirked, raising his hands in surrender. âi love them but thatâs a lot of responsibility. iâm gonna have to work from home for the first few days and then come back home every lunch break for a month at least till they find someone to take them in. having you in on this would make it a lot easier on me. and i know you only have classes for the first half of the dayâ
âyou know an awful lot about me,â you narrowed your eyes.
âhey, itâs not my issue that your roomie talks to me and you donâtâ
you just hummed and held the black kitten to your chest while the orange one tried climbing onto you.
âso what do you say?â kuroo asked.
you took a moment before turning back and extending a hand towards him, âdealâ
kuroo chuckled and took it, shaking it firmly. âiâm a dog person anywayâ
you scowled. âi hate you even more now,â you blurted before you could stop yourself.
kuroo raised an eyebrow. âyouâŠhate me?â
âi didnât mean thatâ
kuroo poked your shoulder, âcâmon, tell me about itâ
you groan, âokay fineâŠmy crush used to live here before you moved in.â
kuroo let out a teasing âooh~â
âshut upâŠâ you blushed, forcing your attention back to the kittens.
âyâknow the apartment was full of roaches before i moved in?â
you grew flustered, âthatâs just how boys live!â
âi wasnât like that in uniâ
âhe was a nice guy!â
âif you say soâ
you huffed, turning to face him while holding up a kitten. âheâs being mean..â you mumbled to it.
kuroo laughed, taking it from your hands and placing it on his thigh. he pet it gently before looking back up at you, âso you in this 100%?â
you nod, âfinancial part on you thoughâ
âno worries,â he handed the kitten back to you before grabbing the bag of kitten food and toys that he got from his friend.
the two of you took the kittens and their sparse belongings to your apartment. after making sure they werenât in the line of fire of any dangerous object, you left to see kuroo off.
âtake good care of them, alright? iâll come over every evening,â he leaned against the doorway of his apartment as you leaned against yours.
you nod, âme or my flatmate would be here.â
kuroo nodded and turned to shut the door. he looked back at you one last time.
âoh and y/n? you can still have a crush next door. i donât mind,â he winked before closing the door in your reddened face.
The sun barged through the window so boldly, as if it had been waiting for the weekend just to slip through the loosely drawn curtains and scatter golden stripes across the bed, the blanket, your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, tried to turn away, but the warmth had already spread over your cheek, and your second attempt to hide failed, the very moment you realized something wasnât letting you escape those intrusive rays. Beside you settled a familiar weight, steady breathing that hitched on the exhale into a soft, almost feline huff, and a hand draped across your waist so possessively, as if it had every right to be there.
Kuroo was asleep, occupying the bed with that same catlike audacity that somehow let him take up far more space than one person should. His legs were tangled with yours so thoroughly you couldnât tell whose knees were whose anymore. One arm pinned you gently to the mattress, the other was tucked under the pillow, and his hair stuck out in all directions, forming a chaotic halo around his head. The air around you carried that familiar scent of warm skin and morning, something that only belongs to people you love so much it makes you tremble.
You lay there for another minute, soaking it all in, his weight, his warmth, his breath tickling your shoulder. The room was quiet; only the occasional car passed somewhere outside in the Sunday city, and birds called to each other. Sunlight crept across the blanket, reaching his face, and you found yourself holding your breath, watching how it fell across his cheekbones, his sharp chin, his slightly parted lips.In sleep, he was different. Not that sly cat who could provoke you with a single smile. Not the captain carrying the weight of his team. Not the sarcastic menace who loved teasing everyone around him. Here, in the quiet of the morning, he looked almost like a boy, relaxed, defenseless, the lines near his eyes smoothed out, his brows faintly furrowed even in sleep, as if he still worried about something.
But your body insisted on reality, and the need to go to the bathroom eventually overpowered your desire to stay like this forever. Carefully, you tried to move, freeing your legs from the trap of his. It worked, so you shifted slightly, trying to slip out from under his arm and at that exact moment, his fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you back with sudden, reflexive force.
He didnât even wake up. His body, his instincts, reacted faster than his mind: mine, donât let go.
â âWhere?â His voice was muffled, sleepy, buried in the pillow, barely understandable, but the tone, demanding, possessive, even through sleep, made you smile.
â âBathroom,â you whispered, gently stroking his arm, trying to soothe and persuade him at the same time.
â âLater.â
â âKurooâŠâ
He didnât answer, just pulled you closer, burying his nose somewhere between your neck and shoulder. His warm, steady, slightly damp breath evened out again as he sank back into sleep. His hair tickled your skin, stubborn, unruly and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through it, getting lost in the morning mess.
â âFive minutes,â he mumbled into your collarbone, and it sounded like a verdict.
â âJust five more minutes.â
You sighed, realizing the battle was lost, and leaned back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as that slow, warm, infinitely tender feeling spread through your body. Lying like this, pressed against him, feeling how his muscles beneath your palms slowly began to wake, tiny twitches, faint tremors, the shifting rhythm of his breathing. It was its own kind of happiness, the kind you wanted to hold onto with both hands.
Time moved slowly, thick as honey. The sunlight crawled onto his back, gilding the dark fabric of his shirt, and you watched how it played across his shoulder blades, how shadows fell along each vertebra, how his long fingers rested loosely on your waist. And suddenly you caught yourself thinking, you could wake up like this every morning for the rest of your life. Even if you had to wait for those âfive more minutesâ for hours.
Exactly half an hour later you knew, because youâd counted three cycles of him drifting off and stirring his eyelids finally fluttered. First his lashes trembled, then his brows shifted slightly, and at last his eyes opened. Cloudy, unfocused, empty, they landed on you without recognition, filled only with that dark amber depth still heavy with sleep.He blinked once. Then again. His gaze drifted lazily from the pillow, to your shoulder, to your face and then stopped, focused. You saw the exact moment his mind caught up, when that emptiness shattered into something warm, golden, infinitely familiar.
â âHey,â he breathed out, and that single word held everything surprise that you were still here, joy that it was you, and a strange, almost puppy-like gratitude that didnât quite fit him. His voice was rough, low, sleepy morning voice.
â âWell, good morning, sleepyhead,â you smiled, your chest tightening at the way his sly eyes lit up in response. That catlike squint that always made your heart race, even now, when you were both tangled in bed, messy and half-asleep.
â âWhy arenât you sleeping?â he asked, a familiar smirk creeping into his voice, though his eyes remained soft, warm, almost sticky with tenderness.
â âYou wouldnât let me go.â
â âOh. Right.â He gave you that signature grin, the kind girls all over Tokyo would probably do anything for.
â âParty policy: donât let valuable things out of your hands.â
You rolled your eyes, but inside everything melted, warmth spreading through your veins, because you knew ,for him, you were the most valuable. Not a thing, but something like a center. An axis. A place to return to.
â âI still need the bathroom,â you reminded him, trying to hold onto some semblance of seriousness.
â âOops.â He widened his eyes in mock guilt, but didnât move his hand.
â âAnd if I let you go⊠you wonât run away, right? Youâll come back?â
â âWhere would I go?â
â âPromise.â
â âI promise.â
He studied you for a second, as if checking your honesty, then suddenly leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. Only after that did his fingers loosen, letting you go.
When you came back, a little more awake, thinking about breakfast, he was still lying the same way, but now his eyes were open, following you from the doorway to the bed, never letting go for even a second. You slipped back under the blanket, and he immediately moved closer, wrapped you up again, buried his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply as if checking that you still smelled the same.
â âCoffee?â you asked into his chest.
â âNah,â his voice turned sleepy again, relaxed.
â âWeâre staying here.â
â âBut I want coffee.â
â âIâm your coffee. Black, strong, first thing in the morning,â he huffed at his own joke, and you felt the vibration of his quiet laugh against your head.
â âDrink me.â
â âYouâre unbearable,â you rolled your eyes, smiling.
â âYep!â His voice sounded so pleased it might burst.
â âYour...uhg...â
And you stayed like that. The sun climbed higher, filling the room with gold, somewhere in the neighboring apartment music started playing, a dog barked outside. The world beyond your bed clearly existed, but it felt like another reality altogether. Here, there was only his chest beneath your cheek, the steady beat of his heart, his fingers threading through your hair and that feeling of absolute, unshakable peace.
ok so.. you and kuroo slowly picking up on each otherâs mannerisms day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year.
It had been a year since you and kuroo had officially become a couple, your relationship a comfortable blend of playful banter and quiet understanding. you two were polar opposites in many waysâyou were meticulously organized and precise. he was charmingly chaotic and effortlessly cool. yet, this contrast only seemed to enhance your bond.
one evening, while studying at the library, you found yourself absentmindedly tapping a pen against your notebook, a habit youâd picked up from kuroo. he often tapped his fingers on surfaces when deep in thought, a rhythm that had become almost hypnotic to you. you hadnât even realized that you yourself was doing it, and a small smile playing on your lips when you did.
later that week, kuroo was watching a volleyball match, his usual relaxed posture shifting slightly as he leaned forward, intently focused on the game. he unconsciously straightened his back, mirroring your posture at the times when you were concentrating on a particularly challenging assignment. he didn't notice the subtle change, but you did, and your heart warmed at the sight.
"You know," you teased, nudging him playfully, "you're starting to look like a proper student." kuroo chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, "and you're starting to look like you could take on the entire volleyball team with that intense stare." he playfully ruffled your hair, a gesture you often did to him when he was stressed.
your shared mannerisms were subtle, almost imperceptible to the casual observer. you found yourself unconsciously smirking with the same playful arrogance kuroo often displayed, while he found his hands instinctively reaching out to smooth your hair, a gesture you often did to herself when nervous.
one day, while walking hand-in-hand through the city, the both of you paused at a bustling street corner. you instinctively reached out a hand to hold kurooâs, a protective gesture youâd seen him use towards you numerous times. he squeezed your hand, a silent acknowledgment of your unspoken understanding, your mirrored habits a testament to your deep connection.
the subtle mirroring continued, a silent language spoken only between the two of you. It was a quiet affirmation of your love, a gentle reminder that you were not just two individuals, but two halves of a whole.
àšà§ teehee i rlly liked this one for sum reason
