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featuring. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō

✩ atsumu jogs up to you, a soft smile on his face as his bag swung in his hand. “sorry a took so long, bokuto lost his deodorant in the locker room” he apologizes, his free hand rubbing the nape of his neck. “don’t worry, i didn’t wait too long,” you smile before furrowing your eyebrows slightly, feeling multiple pairs of eyes bore into your back. you shift your body around, making eye contact with a glaring fan girl of atsumu’s. “ignore ‘em, angel” atsumu mumbles into your ear, pulling you close to him as he makes his way through the crowd that was getting bigger by the moment. you felt a shiver go down your spine as more stares and glares burnt into your skin when atsumu had stopped, being face to face with multiple reporters. atsumu lets out a scoff, eyeing every reporter before standing up straight. “atsumu miya, how does it feel to win? who is this person beside you?” one of the reporters asked as girls yelled that you didn’t deserve the male. atsumu poked the inside of his cheek, glaring where the girls were yelling. the faux male turned you and him to every camera that was pointed at you both, a scheming smile appearing on his face before he pressed his lips against yours. gasps and camera shutters started to fade out as the both of you kissed, tuning out the yells of his fangirls. eventually pulling away, atsumu grins and wraps his arm around your waist, looking at everyone that surrounds you both. “this is my significant other and we’re happily engaged,” he announces, pressing a kiss against your cheek and beginning to walk with you to the exit doors while everyone starts to trail behind while blurting out millions of questions.

✩ kuroo softly hummed as he walked beside you, fingers intertwined with yours while his free hand pushed the cart in front of him. the male lets you do the shopping while he pushed the cart, sneaking in a couple of snacks as you walked down aisles. both of you eventually finished your rounds, making your way to the cashier before kuroo placed everything on the conveyor belt and walked towards the card machine. he gave the cashier a small smile before looking at the items, the cashier blushing and slowly scanning the groceries, stealing glances at kuroo. you raise your eyebrow while crossing your arms, watching everything unfold in front of you. kuroo turned to look at you, seeing your expression and following your gaze, realizing it was at the cashier who was practically gushing over him, in front of him. he scratched his head and cleared his throat, reaching to insert his card into the machine before he looked at the gold band around his finger. “hey darling, i think my ring has gotten a bit too loose. don’t you think?” the male raises an eyebrow and extends his arm out in the air, showing off the wedding ring to you and the cashier. your attention fixed on him, tilting your head and looking at his hand. “it seems fi-” “i think we should get it fixed after this, i don’t want to lose our wedding ring.” kuroo cuts you off and emphasizes the word “wedding,” watching the cashier pale and rush to get all the groceries in the bags. he smiles in satisfaction and finishes paying, grabbing the bags before leaving the store with your hand holding his. “did you see how pale she got?” he snickers, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

✩ there was comfortable silence between you and suna, hand in hand as you both walked around the park. he kept you close to him while you admired the nature surrounding you, failing to notice how he admired you. a smile appeared on your face when you suddenly yank the male towards an ice cream cart a few feet away from you. suna widened his eyes as he let you drag him, softly mumbling to go slow. you order a couples ice cream cone, picking the flavours as suna watches the worker scoop the ice cream. the both of you move away from the cart, the brown haired male stealing a couple of licks as you walk to a nearby bench. as you both shared the cold treat, you looked around while suna took his turn to take apart the ice cream. you furrow your eyebrows, catching a group of girls giggling while staring at suna. a scoff escapes your lips, causing suna to look up with a confused expression on his face. he looks over, getting taken aback when he sees the girls grow shy while their hands aggressively wave at him. he licks his lips, pursuing them before turning to you, moving his hand under your chin. suna turns your head, making you face him before capturing his lips into yours. the kiss was slow and sweet, his hand slowly making its way down to your neck as he softly held it in his grasp. the male pulls you in closer before slowly pulling away, a grin on his face as he looks you in the eyes. “you know i’m yours, right pretty?” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your jawline as he glanced at the group of girls that were frowning and walking away.

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behind closed doors | vi. best seat in the house

a/n: the weather is fucking hot which made writing this so difficult D; regardless and as usual, i hope you all enjoy kuroo being a little tease!! hehe

warning: smut (starts under the cut); face-sitting; overstimulation; 69

your relationship with kuroo was fun, with playful banter and laughter always echoing off the walls of your shared apartment. pillow fights and tickle wars were a frequent occurrence, as were lazy weekends lounging on the couch while binging shows. and that was exactly what you were doing at the moment, much to kuroo’s dismay.

“babe, let me watch my drama!” you whined, flinching away from him as he poked your side repeatedly.

“you’ve been watching the whole day! you know all that screen time isn’t good for you,” he lectured, shuffling closer to you. his hands brushed over your sides, bubbling laughter in your throat as you tried to swat them away. but kuroo’s hands were bigger and stronger, easily resisting as he continued to tickle you and procure stifled chuckles out of you. until finally—

“kuroo! you know what, you’re gonna regret this!” having had enough, you ripped your attention away from the riveting climax of your drama unto your boyfriend, immediately tackling him down. his back hit the couch as you straddled his chest, trying to find all his sensitive spots.

“is this what you wanted? i’m going to tickle you until you can’t breathe so i can finally watch in peace,” you huffed, kuroo laughing more at how cute you were rather than from your attempts to tickle him back. his hands easily wrapped over your wrists, restraining you while you squirmed above him. amused and a little aroused from all your spunk, his eyes wandered down your figure. he glossed over the outline of your breasts unconstrained by a bra and your noticeable lack of shorts under his oversized shirt, but his attention was fixated on your burgundy lace panties.

flicking his eyes back up to meet yours, he clicked his tongue to get your attention. “you think i wouldn’t notice your little lace secret, kitten?”  

the growl in his voice kindled a fire that swept through your insides as you closed your legs. but kuroo’s hand was quick to move, grasping and pushing your thigh back to give him more access to you. “…all my underwear are still in the wash so— k-kuroo!”

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Office hook up with kuroo 🤤

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Anon Ask: Kuroo (NSFW)

The office was eerily quiet, save for the low, steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Rows of desks stretched out in neat, darkened lines, papers stacked, chairs pushed in, computer monitors black and still. The occasional ticking sound from the wall clock echoed faintly in the wide, open space, amplifying just how empty it really was.

You pushed open the door to Kuroo’s private office, balancing two takeout bags in your hands like a peace offering.

"Dinner's here, workaholic," you called, voice cutting through the stillness.

Inside, Kuroo looked up from behind his desk. He was hunched over some paperwork, hair even messier than usual—wild tufts sticking up from where he'd clearly dragged his fingers through it. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Dark shadows smudged under his golden eyes, but when he spotted you standing there, his whole face shifted.

The tension in his shoulders eased. The corner of his mouth curved into a slow, lazy smile.

You made your way inside, carefully setting the bags down on the edge of his desk, nudging aside a stack of folders to make room. The rich, savory scent of your order wafted up between you, warm and inviting.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching out long legs under the desk, lacing his fingers behind his head with a low, satisfied groan. His eyes never left you—watching you with a smoldering kind of patience.

"Wow, must be my lucky night," he said, voice a rough, playful rumble.

You rolled your eyes as you started unpacking the food. "Yes, bask in my generosity. You owe me dinner and maybe dessert."

He chuckled under his breath, pushing up from his chair with a heavy, purposeful kind of movement. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, veins prominent along his forearms. He looked both exhausted and predatory—and somehow, devastatingly good.

He walked around the desk slowly, almost leisurely, but there was a weight to it. A coil of energy you could feel tightening between you with each step.

"You bringing me dinner... wearing that?" His gaze skimmed shamelessly over you, lingering at your legs, the snug fit of your jacket. "Dangerous."

You huffed, smoothing down your coat self-consciously. "Calm down, corporate Romeo. It’s just jeans and a jacket."

He smirked, dipping his head slightly as he stepped closer, voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Still dangerous."

You shook your head, scoffing lightly, but your pulse betrayed you, skipping when he closed the last of the distance. His presence was overwhelming—the subtle scent of his cologne, the heat radiating off his skin.

He stopped just short of touching you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His fingers flexed slightly at his sides, like he was barely holding himself back.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" he said, voice low and rough.

You raised an eyebrow, shooting him a dry look as you finished unpacking the containers. "Please don't say ‘work overtime,’ because I'm not into that."

Kuroo chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. He leaned down slightly, close enough that you felt his breath against your ear.

"Always thought about bending you over my desk," he murmured. "Right here. After hours. When no one's around to hear you."

You blinked at him, deadpan. "You're disgusting."

But your body—traitorous as ever—leaned in, just a little. Your pulse kicked up, a warmth blooming low in your stomach.

"You love it," he teased, fingers brushing lightly against your waist, the touch barely there but searing.

You scoffed, stepping back half a pace, bumping lightly into the desk. "And here I thought you were a professional, Kuroo-san."

"I am professional. I'm professionally fantasizing about you," he quipped, tilting his head, that lazy grin deepening.

You fought the smile tugging at your lips, trying to maintain the upper hand, but it was useless. Especially when he stepped closer again, boxing you in, the edge of the desk biting into the backs of your thighs.

"Tetsu, seriously," you said, palms flattening against his chest when he closed the distance, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your touch. "I literally just brought you food."

"Exactly," he said simply, hands skimming up your sides, slow and coaxing. His thumb traced lazy, hypnotic circles against your hipbone. "And now I'm starving for something else."

"You're impossible," you muttered, even as your hands fisted weakly in his shirt.

"And you're stalling," he murmured back, his voice thick, heated.

You opened your mouth—but nothing came out.

Instead, you grabbed a handful of his loosened tie and yanked him down into a kiss, slow and burning, full of everything you hadn't said.

The takeout bags hit the floor with a muffled thud.

Kuroo groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding up your thigh, hitching your leg around his waist as he walked you back, pressing you flush against the edge of the desk.

You parted your lips under his without hesitation now, tugging him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss until your heads spun.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug your coat down your arms and toss it somewhere unseen. "So fucking pretty for me."

You whined when his hands found the hem of your jeans, pushing it down your hips with slow, deliberate pressure.

He lifted you onto the desk, scattering papers and pens with zero care. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, your body already humming in anticipation.

The kiss broke again when he mouthed down your throat, rough and reverent all at once. Your head fell back with a soft, shuddering breath, heart hammering so hard it echoed in your ears.

"Still think I'm disgusting?" he teased against your skin, voice dark and amused.

"Absolutely," you managed, breathless. *"Now shut up and fuck me, Kuroo."

His answering growl vibrated against your throat.

And then he was undoing his belt with one hand, the other keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you—laid out across his desk, messy, panting, and entirely his.

The desk beneath you creaked softly as Kuroo pressed your front down against the cool surface, one hand splayed firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you there. His body loomed behind you, solid and hot, while he dragged his other hand down the curve of your spine, slow and possessive.

Your jeans were tugged halfway down your thighs, tangled around your knees. His fingers brushed teasingly over the waistband of your underwear, snapping it lightly before hooking them and sliding them down too, baring you completely to him.

You squirmed under his touch, hips canting back instinctively, seeking more.

“You're still overdressed,” he muttered, voice rough as he leaned over you, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You barely managed a breathless huff before his fingers slid between your thighs, finding you slick and ready. He groaned low in his chest.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “Already so fucking wet.”

You whimpered when he teased your entrance with two fingers, circling lazily but never giving you the pressure you craved.

“Tetsu,” you gasped, writhing under him.

He finally pushed in—one thick finger first, curling expertly, then another, scissoring them slowly to open you up. The stretch was delicious, just shy of overwhelming.

Your forehead rested against the cool desk, your fingers curling against the smooth surface.

Kuroo’s free hand stroked down your back, soothing, grounding you as he worked you open, coaxing soft, broken sounds from your lips.

When he withdrew his fingers, you whimpered at the loss—but then you heard the sound of his belt unfastening, the metallic clink sharp in the heavy silence of the office.

You twisted your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye—his flushed face, the way he pumped himself slowly, slicking his cock with your wetness still clinging to his fingers.

He lined himself up behind you, the head of his cock dragging through your folds in a slow, maddening tease.

“Say you want it,” he murmured.

“I want it- I want it please,” you choked out, voice shaky with need.

He didn’t make you wait.

With one steady thrust, he pushed into you, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs. He filled you completely, bottoming out with a low, wrecked groan.

He stilled for a moment, both hands braced on your hips, thumbs pressing into your skin.

“You feel…” he muttered, voice ragged. “You feel so fucking good.”

You nodded weakly, pushing back against him, desperate for him to move.

He took the hint.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before thrusting back in with enough force to jolt your body forward on the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, but neither of you cared.

Kuroo found a brutal rhythm, each snap of his hips making the desk creak under the force of it. His tie swung loose from his collar, occasionally brushing against your lower back with each rough thrust.

The sounds—skin slapping, your broken gasps, his low, breathless curses—echoed obscenely in the otherwise empty office.

“Mine,” he growled, fucking into you harder now, faster, one hand sliding up your back to fist gently in your hair, tugging your head back so he could kiss the nape of your neck, teeth grazing your skin.

“Yours,” you gasped, knuckles white where you gripped the desk.

The coil in your stomach tightened impossibly fast, your orgasm building with every relentless drive of his hips.

“Come for me,” he panted against your ear. “Let me feel you.”

A few more thrusts and you shattered—clenching around him, crying out his name in a broken, wrecked moan. Your body trembled under him, your release washing over you in thick, hot waves.

He fucked you through it, groaning low in his throat at the way you squeezed him so tight it bordered on painful.

With a final, stuttering thrust, he came hard, spilling inside you with a rough curse, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rode out the aftershocks.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your mingled breathing, the soft rustle of clothes, and the distant rain tapping against the windows.

Kuroo pressed a lazy kiss between your shoulder blades, hands smoothing down your sides in a rare, tender gesture.

“Best… dinner pickup… ever,” he panted against your skin.

You let out a breathless laugh, still half folded over the desk, utterly wrecked.

“You’re… buying dessert,” you managed, voice hoarse.

He chuckled, pulling your jeans up slowly, helping you dress with lingering touches.

“Anything you want, babe,” he said, kissing the back of your neck again, utterly unbothered by the mess around you—completely consumed by you, and only you.

Confessions: Kuroo

You knew the day was going to be shit when your coffee spilled on your white blouse before 9 a.m.

The rest unfolded like a cruel joke—back-to-back meetings that ran long, a snippy email from your supervisor that didn’t even pretend to be polite, and a presentation you’d poured hours into that got brushed aside for a 'more time-sensitive matter.' By 5 p.m., your jaw ached from how tightly you’d been clenching it all day.

So when your phone buzzed, and you saw Kuroo’s name flash across the screen, your thumb hovered over the green icon. You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t want to pretend you were fine. But you answered anyway.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and familiar. There was a pause, like he was listening for something in the silence between you. "You sound like you had a day."

You scoffed. “That obvious?”

“You get all quiet when you’re brooding.”

You didn’t reply. The lump in your throat had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with the way he could read you like this—without even seeing your face.

He waited a beat, then said, “Come out. First round’s on me.”

You started to decline—already in your sweats, already half curled on the couch—but his voice came again, coaxing.

“C’mon, I’ll even let you rant about corporate dysfunction without rolling my eyes this time.”

That got the faintest laugh out of you. And somehow, twenty minutes later, you were walking into the bar you both loved, the one tucked between a bookstore and a stationery shop, dim and warm and a little too familiar.

He was already at your usual table—second from the back, under the shelf with the crooked leg that made drinks tilt if you weren’t careful. Two pints sat on the table, and Kuroo raised one as you approached.

“Still drinkin’ like a college student?” you teased, sliding into the booth across from him.

He grinned. “Nostalgia’s a powerful thing.”

You took the glass, took a long sip, and finally sighed. It hit your system like a balm.

For the next half hour, you vented. About your boss. About the way the office printer hated you. About how you were so close to throwing your laptop out the window, and how nobody respected boundaries anymore.

Kuroo listened, as always. Interjected only when you needed him to. Smiled over the rim of his beer like he could do this for hours.

Eventually, when the flush of alcohol had softened the edges of your irritation, he leaned forward on his elbows.

“You ever think you’re just lonely?”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t flinch. “I mean—you work hard, you don’t really date, you haven’t mentioned anyone in a while. Maybe it’s not just the job. Maybe it’s... everything else, too.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is this your way of telling me I'm a spinster?”

He laughed, but it sounded slightly forced. “Nah. Just saying, you deserve someone good. Thought about setting you up with a friend.”

You shrugged, looked down into your drink. “I’m not interested in someone else.”

And that was the truth. You hadn’t been, not for a long time. Not since your second year of college, when Kuroo Tetsurou sauntered into your world like he owned the place—with messy hair, too much sarcasm, and the kind of quiet loyalty that wrecked you. He was all sharp teeth and soft heart, and you’d fallen harder than you wanted to admit. But you’d also accepted, long ago, that he probably didn’t see you that way. So you tucked it down. Smiled when he dated other people. Never said a word.

Until tonight.

You hadn’t meant to get drunk. Not really. You’d planned to drink just enough to take the edge off, to let the tension bleed from your muscles after a long, miserable day. But when the bartender mentioned it was two-for-one night, and Kuroo had raised an eyebrow with that stupid, charming grin, it was all too easy to shrug and say yes.

The drinks hit harder than you expected—smoother, easier, and paired with Kuroo’s low voice and quiet laughter, it was easy to lose track. What was supposed to be one drink became two, then three, and suddenly you were warm in all the soft ways that made the world a little blurrier around the edges.

Your limbs felt too light, your thoughts too soft, and every time he said your name, it rang a little louder in your chest. At some point, you’d slumped further into the booth, propping your chin in your hand and blinking slower with each refill.

“Alright,” he said finally, his voice still light but laced with concern as he reached for your nearly empty glass. “You’re cut off.”

You pouted, dragging your eyes up to meet his, but your grin stayed lazy. "Tetsu," you said, drawing out the syllables, “you’re so bossy.”

“Someone’s gotta keep your chaotic ass alive,” he muttered, even as he flagged down the bartender and handed over his card. He didn’t even look at the receipt when it came.

You watched the way his brows knit together slightly, the way he pressed his tongue against his cheek, like he was both irritated and fond at the same time. Familiar. Comforting.

He slid out of the booth and looped your bag over one shoulder, then turned to offer you his hand.

“Let’s go, before you start snoring in public.”

The air outside was crisp. Night had fallen while you were inside, and the chill that hit your cheeks brought a bit of clarity—but not much. You shivered, and Kuroo automatically shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

You didn’t argue. You leaned into his side, let his arm steady you as you walked together down the quiet street. His touch was careful, guiding. You kept catching faint traces of his cologne—clean and woodsy, something subtle but undeniably him.

“You smell good,” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

He let out a soft snort. “Thanks.”

The cab ride was even quieter. Your head lolled gently onto his shoulder. You felt warm, and his shirt was soft, and you couldn’t stop your lips from parting with sleepy little compliments.

“I like your voice,” you whispered.

He glanced down at you, mouth twitching. “You’re gonna regret this tomorrow.”

“Am not,” you slurred. “You're very kissable. Did you know that?”

Kuroo closed his eyes for a second, breathing in through his nose like he was trying very hard not to react. Under his breath, barely audible over the hum of the city outside the cab, he whispered, "God, it's me again. Let her remember this so I can see the look on her face tomorrow."

When you arrived at his apartment, he paid the driver with one hand and guided you out with the other, keeping his hold steady on your waist. You stumbled once on the sidewalk and clutched at his hoodie.

“Easy,” he murmured, his fingers tightening just a little.

His apartment was dark and quiet when you entered. He didn’t bother with the lights—just led you toward the couch by memory, his hand never leaving yours. You swayed a little as you collapsed onto the cushions, blinking up at him.

“Always takin’ care of me,” you said, voice soft and blurred at the edges. “You’re good at that.”

Kuroo crouched to untie your shoes, brows drawn. “Well, someone’s gotta keep you upright.”

You leaned forward, still gripping the front of his hoodie, and he didn’t pull away. Your eyes met his, blurry but intent, and your lips quirked upward.

“I love you, you know.”

Kuroo froze.

The words were slurred but clear enough to punch the breath out of him.

Your voice dropped lower, more sincere. “I love you. Since the moment I saw you.”

He stopped breathing.

His hands hovered mid-motion over your shoes, his fingers curled like they forgot what they were doing. Slowly, carefully, he lifted his head to look at you.

“What?”

But your head tipped back onto the couch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I love you,” you repeated, softer this time. “I’ve always loved you.”

“Wait—” he tried again, voice sharper now, a tremor hidden underneath.

But your breathing was already evening out, lips slightly parted, lashes resting against your cheeks. You were out cold.

Kuroo knelt there for a long moment, just staring. The words still rang in his ears, ricocheting through his ribs like they didn’t quite belong to reality.

He sat back slowly, knees folding underneath him, and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. Then he dragged his fingers through his hair and stood up, walking into the kitchen without really seeing.

The quiet of the apartment wrapped around him like a weight.

“…Whoa.”

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The morning comes slowly, dragging a dull headache and a dry mouth with it.

You blink against the sunlight bleeding through unfamiliar curtains, your body heavy, brain sluggish. There’s the faint hum of a coffee machine somewhere nearby. The smell is strong and bitter and achingly welcome.

It takes you a minute to remember where you are. The couch. Kuroo’s apartment. The drinks. Your stomach twists as snippets of the night flicker back—his arm around your waist, the way he guided you up the stairs, the sound of his laugh.

You sit up with a groan, head pounding as the room spins for a second. Your clothes are wrinkled, your mouth tastes awful, and your memories are slippery at best. But when you swing your legs off the couch and catch sight of him—Kuroo, in the kitchen, hair messy, hoodie sleeves shoved up as he stirs something in a mug—you feel it.

That deep, crawling dread.

He looks over as you shuffle in, blinking groggily. “Morning, sunshine.”

You grunt, dragging yourself to the counter as he slides a mug across to you without a word. You catch it with both hands, the warmth seeping into your skin. It’s blessedly hot. And quiet.

You sip slowly, staring into the cup, your head still throbbing. The silence stretches. He doesn’t speak. Just leans against the counter and sips from his own mug like this is normal. Like you didn’t say something earth-shattering last night.

Eventually, he breaks it. “You remember anything from last night?”

You blink, then close your eyes for a second, willing your sluggish brain to scroll back through the hazy reel of the evening. “We went to the bar,” you murmur slowly. “You were already there when I came in. There was a drink waiting. A pint—of course. I think I complained about work for forty-five minutes straight.”

You pause to take a sip of coffee, your eyes still narrowed in concentration.

“I had the first two drinks faster than I should have. You were teasing me about my tolerance—"

You stop.

The cab. His jacket. His arm around your waist. The stairs.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, a spike of panic hitting your chest. “And you helped me back to your pla—OH MY GOD.”

Kuroo raises a brow, trying—failing—to hide the smirk that curls onto his face.

You set the mug down a little too hard. "I didn't mean it," you blurt, voice too high. "I mean—I was drunk. Very drunk. You know how I get, right? I say stupid things, I—"

You wave a hand vaguely in the air, flushing deeper. "It didn’t mean anything. I mean, obviously I care about you, we’ve always been really good friends, and I didn’t—"

Your words trip over themselves like dominoes, spiraling into panic as you try to claw your way out of whatever you admitted the night before. Your face is on fire, your fingers drumming anxiously against the side of your mug.

And Kuroo just watches you, quietly amused. Something fond in his eyes. Like he’s letting you run your mouth on purpose.

Then he sets down his cup, crosses the space between you, and gently cups your face in his hands.

You freeze.

“And here I was thinking I’d break first,” he says, voice low and warm.

You stare at him, mouth parted, utterly lost.

“…But you wanted to set me up…?” you whisper, your voice cracking mid-sentence.

He huffs a laugh, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Oh, screw that. You’re mine now.”

You blink up at him, blinking hard like your brain is trying to keep up. “Wait, you mean that?”

He nods slowly, his hands still cradling your face. “I do. I meant it last night, too. You passed out before I could say anything, but I meant to.”

There’s a pause, the kind that’s too soft to be awkward—just full of all the things that didn’t have time to be said. “I’ve loved you for a long time,” he adds quietly, voice going a little rough at the edges. “Guess I just needed you to drunkenly beat me to it.”

The laugh that slips out of you is half a breath and half a sob, surprised and stunned and disbelieving. “Oh my god.”

He grins, leaning his forehead against yours for a second, and the two of you just stand there, smiling quietly into each other like the world finally makes sense.

Then you squeeze his hands once, step back with a wince, and say, “I’m going to go throw up.”

He lets go of you immediately, one eyebrow lifting. “From excitement?”

You’re already wobbling toward the bathroom, one hand raised in defeat. “Alcohol poisoning.”

He leans against the counter, grinning to himself. “Yeah, that too.”

Pregnancy: Kuroo (NSFW)

You’re not sure when it started. Maybe sometime last week, maybe even before that—but the switch flipped quietly, without warning. One minute you were just a little tired, a little bloated, trying to get comfortable with the weird limbo that is second trimester pregnancy. And the next?

You were staring at your husband like he was carved from marble. Like every movement of his arms under that damn fitted black t-shirt was offensive. Like the way his voice dipped when he answered a work call should be punishable by law.

You hadn’t touched him in days—partly because you were tired, partly because the two of you were still adjusting to the wave of appointments and vitamins and new routines. But now, now your skin feels too tight for your body. You can’t stop thinking about his hands. His stupid smirk. The stretch of muscle across his stomach when he reaches for the top shelf. You keep shifting in your chair at the kitchen table, thighs pressed together as you half-watch him move around the apartment, trying not to combust every time he bends to grab something or stretches his arms over his head like a personal attack.

You're four months pregnant, and your hormones are holding you hostage.

But how the hell are you supposed to say that? Hey honey, I want you so bad it’s making me delusional? You’re turning me on just by walking?

You'd rather burst into flames.

So instead, you sit quietly, pretending to scroll through your phone while your eyes flicker up to him every ten seconds like a heat-seeking missile. You’re trying to be subtle. You really are.

Unfortunately for you, Kuroo Tetsurou has known you long enough to spot a mood shift from fifty paces away—and he’s been watching. Smugly. Patiently. Waiting.

The first hint that you’ve been caught comes when he strolls by with a bowl of chopped strawberries, casually plucks one from the bowl, and leans over to offer it to you without a word. You’re caught off guard, lips parting automatically as he feeds it to you. Your teeth graze the tip of his fingers, just barely, and his lips twitch.

He doesn’t move. Just watches you chew. Slow. Calm.

Then, in a voice dipped in dry amusement: “You’ve been staring at me for twenty minutes.”

You blink, swallow. “I haven’t.”

“Mm,” he hums, straightening up. “Sure you haven’t.”

You grit your teeth. Heat burns your cheeks. You can already feel the spiral beginning.

He doesn’t press. Just walks around the kitchen like he didn’t just call you out for mentally undressing him on the spot. His movements are so casual it’s infuriating. He grabs a dish towel, wipes down the counter, opens the fridge, all while your brain is on fire.

You stare down at your phone, eyes unfocused, and will yourself to get it together. You just need to act normal. You’re not gonna combust. It’s fine. It’s just hormones.

“You okay?” he asks, voice far too neutral. You glance up. He’s leaning against the counter now, arms crossed over that broad chest, eyebrow lifted in feigned innocence.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re flushed.” His head tilts. “You hot?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

You shift in your seat, pressing your knees together. “Yes.”

Another pause. Then:

“You hungry?”

Your eyes shoot to him instinctively—and that’s when you realize he knows. Not just suspects. Not maybe. Knows.

And worse: he’s enjoying it.

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. You look away again, hands gripping your phone like it might save you from yourself.

When he crosses the room, you don’t even notice until he’s crouching beside your chair, resting one arm on the armrest, the other hand brushing lightly over your thigh. You freeze.

“Sweetheart,” he says, voice dipped in syrup, eyes glinting with something dangerous, “you’ve been lookin’ at me like you want to climb me.”

You blink rapidly. “That’s not—”

“You sigh every time I stretch.” His fingers trace up to your knee. “You squirm when I talk. You’ve eaten, slept, and had your iron supplements. So unless there’s a sudden new strawberry emergency—”

“Tetsuro.”

“—I think,” he murmurs, leaning closer, “there’s something you’re not saying.”

You bury your face in your hands, groaning into your palms. “This is so embarrassing.”

He laughs softly, warm breath fanning over your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s adorable.”

“It’s feral, Tetsu. I feel like a monster.”

“Monsters don’t look at me like that,” he says, voice low against your skin. “They don’t whimper every time I bend over.”

You groan louder, but your body leans into him on instinct.

“Say it,” he teases. “C’mon. Say you want me.”

“I hate you.”

“You want me.”

“I’m four months pregnant and deranged, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, baby,” he grins, pulling you gently into his lap, “you’re carrying my kid and horny for me? I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

Mortified beyond recovery, you squirm your way out of his lap, muttering something unintelligible as you bolt from the kitchen. It’s half an attempt to escape, half a desperate grab for your dignity. You make it three steps into the hallway before you hear him laugh—low and knowing—and then feel his hands at your hips.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” he murmurs, lips brushing the curve of your ear as he tugs you back against him. “You’re not getting away from me after saying all that.”

You fumble for a response, but it vanishes the second his hands find the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin with unbearable slowness. You tilt your head back without thinking, breath catching.

“Tetsurou—”

“Yeah?” he answers, already kissing down your neck, voice infuriatingly calm. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

You don’t. You can’t.

Instead, your hands find his wrists and guide them higher. You melt into him like wax to flame.

“Good girl,” he breathes against your jaw. “That’s more like it.”

Before you can catch your breath, he has you gently turned, your back pressing against the hallway wall. His hands settle firmly on your hips, then slide lower, fingers working with a confidence that has your knees buckling. You gasp when he pops the button of your pants, the sound deafening in the quiet space between your bodies.

“Tetsurou—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over your collarbone with the lightest graze, voice so low and deliberate it sends a pulse through your spine. His hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear with a languid slowness, his knuckles dragging along your skin like he wants you to feel everything.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? You’ve been trying so hard to hold it together.”

You inhale sharply as his fingers slide deeper, seeking out the ache you’ve been trying to ignore for days. When he finds it—you—it’s like your body short-circuits. Your breath stutters, hips jolting forward as if your body’s been waiting for this exact moment, this exact touch.

His fingers move with maddening precision—expert and unhurried—stroking you in a rhythm that melts the strength from your knees. He presses you harder into the wall, not with force but weight, anchoring you there while your body twists and trembles under his control. His mouth trails along your neck, slow kisses blooming across your pulse point as you gasp, the sound catching in your throat.

"Just relax, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, "Let me make it better."

Your hands cling to his arms, fingers digging into his sleeves as your body arches into him. The tension coils tighter and tighter, strung high by weeks of restrained want, the heat of your own embarrassment fueling the need. He murmurs low praise into your skin—good girl, so soft, so perfect, so fucking sweet like this—and the words alone nearly undo you.

And when you do come, it’s a quiet, raw thing—your body trembling in his hold, face tucked against his shoulder, a muffled cry of Tetsurou slipping from your lips like confession. He holds you steady through it, one arm around your waist, the other still curled low, fingers easing you through every last tremor.

When your breathing slows, when the fog begins to lift, his hand gently slips free and he cradles your face, brushing back damp strands of hair with the same fingers that just unraveled you.

“God, you’re perfect,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “My gorgeous, needy wife. All mine.”

Your breath comes out in short, shaky bursts, still reeling, still trembling in his hands. “I can’t believe I—” you start, but the words collapse in your throat, too breathless, too flustered to finish.

Tetsurou chuckles softly, and before you can even think about collecting yourself, he’s hooking one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you with effortless strength.

You yelp, arms flying around his neck as he princess carries you down the hallway, your face burning hot against his shoulder. “Tetsu—! What are you doing?!”

He glances down at you, grin smug, eyes molten. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he murmurs, already walking with you in his arms toward the bedroom. His voice is velvet and heat, wrapped around every word, promising more. “I’ve got you all night, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”

would i still be your lover?

"do you think..... well..."

"what is it?"

"we'll be together in every life?"

I asked, laying on the couch. Legs on his lap, watching him solve the sudoku in his newspaper, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he would take a sip of his coffee, placing it back in the cup holder of the sofa every now and then.

he didn't respond and continued filling the grids.

I knew he heard me. and he knows it too.

"hmmm......."

I waited.

he filled the boxes of the last word, kept the newspaper aside on the coffee table, and stared at me. I couldn't decipher what he felt behind his eyes.

A shriek left from my vocal chords as he grabbed my ankle and pulled it towards him. He leaned closed, holding my face in his hands. our faces were a mere centimeters apart. I could feel his breath.

"yes. and if that doesn't happen, I'll make it happen in each and every life time that's ahead of us. I'll be with you even if we're sea horses in the oceans, or ladybugs in a garden. I'll find you."

Haikyuu: Keiji Akaashi, Hajime Iwaizumi, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kei Tsukishima, Toru Oikawa, Kenjiro Shirabu, Kenji Futakuchi, Akira Kunimi. (and any of your faves)

a/n: ignore grammatical errors. divider: by @fairytopea banner credits to rightful pinterest owners

Kuroo x fem reader x oikawa

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE 📝 : don't you just love when its fluff at first and then boom! ANGST ANGST ANGST. Anyone else has the urge to kill kizumi? Okay only me? BTW there is bit of physical abuse so that's a trigger warning ig. Fun fact neither y/n nor oikawa knew that they first met at the park like this.

Part 1 : meeting you again | Part 2 : wouldn't you | Part 3 : broken promises | Part 4 : where it all went wrong

“can you please stop doing that!” you shoot a glare to the rooster haired man beside you, lips tightening to not let the obvious lovestruck grin be any more visible on your face.

“stop doing what?” a smirk on his red bitten lips, as his eyes glistened in amusement watching you try to hide your flusterness, it's cute how you still get fluster even after three years of your relationship. You rolled your eyes at that, shaking your head and lowering your gaze back on the dish in your hand rubbing it in a circular motion. You knew you couldn't win this argument when it will end up with you admitting you get flustered when his hands meets your body.

But.

A squeeze on the waist to move past you again, this time kuroo was taking the gloves from beside you while his cheeks touched your face. There it was— the subtle squeeze and way he always places his hands on your waist to shift you so he can move. As much as kuroo acted like a dorky stupid kid but there is no denying that he can also be a flirty sneaky bastard.

“kuroo!” you widened your eyes at him, smacking his shoulder playfully while he just returned a sleazy smirk.

He just pulled you closer to him, turning your face to meet his gaze, his thumb on your jaw which was moving closer to your lips. “you shouldn't distra—

“you look beautiful” his thumb on your lips, which traced it's edges and shapes so softly like he would hurt if he pressed it. His eyes fixed on your lips— he was like memorising every details his eyes could capture.

“Wha—what”

He doesn't reply anything just looks into your orbs, the dim light of the kitchen lamp illuminating golden colors over your skin, while the most loving feature on his face. The moment was beautiful just something out of a movie, his face leaning to kiss your lips, your hands gripping on his sleeves but the sudden camera shutter made both of yours head to turn towards the couch.

"Oh sorry didn't mean to disturb you" a owl looking friend lowered the camera, a proud grin on his face as if just he achieved something.

"Bo?" Kuroo moved away from you, raising his brow at the former fukurodani captain. What was he still doing at your apartment. And especially at 2 in the morning, the party ended two hours ago.

"Kuroo?" The said man picked his bag keeping the black camera inside it, the grin still on his handsome face as he walked around the couch to the kitchen. "I know you have a extra key to our apartment but that's for emergency only. when did you return—"

"I never left what do you mean?" the confused owl stepped closer, placing his hands on the counter. You snickered a bit at his cute antics. You absolutely loved when the owl was hanging out with yall and him staying over at your place even if it wasn't informed to you didn't bother you at all.

"Where were you all along then ?" You asked taking your apron off, moving past kuroo who was squinting his eyes at the bulky male. You smiled at him wiping your wet hand on kuroo's pant who returned a annoyed 'hey!' At you. But ignoring kuroo's whining was nothing new for you, so you did that well.

"Oh I was in the guest bathroom my pants seemed to not get on really well I think my booty grew a little bigger" You chuckled at the raw explanations, you knew that was nothing new for bokuto for his clothes getting smaller for himself, because the man gets thicker every year. Remembering the time you gave him a nice shirt on Christmas which after two month at a after party when he tried to dance, teared off from his shoulder and stretched out the sleeves because he has gotten bigger biceps. Needless to say the nice shirt was ruined.

"You could have called us bo" kuroo stepped in placing his hands on the waist as his lip twisted upwards. "Why did you take the picture tho" he continued, his hands going back to ran his hand through his locks.

"Oh I am glad you asked!" Bokuto sounded excited alright. You hummed in return sitting across him on the counter while kuroo took the seat beside you, similarly interested.

"So akaashi has this some time of activity on his photography club" he piped watching the famous couple of campus being engrossed in his story.

"And he had to take a romantic picture of couples" he smiled proudly taking out his camera from his bag, aggressively opening it to show you the image. "But he didn't know any close couple from his campus so I offered to help him being his former captain that's the least I could do right???" He turned the camera to let two pair of eyes scan the picture.

You knew bokuto was not so much of a photographer by the blurry pictures of his pet he showed you but if he was capable of taking the present picture in the camera, you might as well invite him to take your wedding pictures.

It looked beautiful, just out of a magical dream or a fairytale. Even though your makeup was messy after your three year anniversary party and kuroo looked tired as hell from all the working hard recently to get you the platinum pendant. The photo showed the two college students being in insanely love pretty well and it impressed you alright.

So that is why you said bokuto to send you the picture, so that is why you kept it as your wallpaper, which now you were staring at for a hour, in the park all alone as a wet drop of tear fell on the screen.

Was November always so cold? The thick turtleneck didn't help when you were sitting all alone at a park with the cold breeze hitting your skin like needles. You typed nervously on the screen again.

He was yet again standing you up, it was not something which could make you cry but you needed him now. He promised you he would go with you to your family and meet them as you asked him to. He promised he will support the important news you wanted to discuss with your parents and him when you sounded so anxious over the phone.

Kuroo wanted to make up for the small petty fight, he didn't get to make you the apology breakfast or shower you with kisses as he planned— no he was met with a empty apartment the next day, you were gone before 6 am and his texts were further ignored by you all day until a 'I am okay' popped up at his phone late at night.

But that was still alright because kuroo called you and wanted to meet you so bad, he tried to do that many times over the week, just to know why did you sound so strange and anxious all the time but you denied and denied until he further decided to give you the space you wanted but little did he know it was because of the small hospital test which came back positive.

The small ping made you look on the screen again, breaking yourself from your thoughts you were hoping for him to complain about the traffic or how he got late because of a surprise test but it was something which caused creaks to form on you glass heart

Kuroo :

"Hey I am sorry I think I can't make it. Kizumi and me were playing volleyball and she accidentally sprained her ankle so I am taking her to the local hospital"

Not that it was surprising he was bailing you for his friends, because you knew kuroo loved his friend and cared for them just like his family. But he promised didn't he? The being late for one hour was still taunting you on the face but what panged your heart more was because kizumi was the reason. He bailed on you because he was playing with a friend— no cause now you were more mad than being upset.

You :

"But the family dinner plan testurou—"

Kuroo :

"I am sorry I promise I will pick you up love. But just tell your parents the thing you wanted to tell, I am sure they will support you. You can tell me later about it :)"

You huffed, disappointed all over your face. You know your relationship with kuroo is stronger than to let a girl who he only met in college to make you doubt, but it was this things which made you insecure over and over again. How many time has he stood up because of kizumi over the time in your university? You think you lost count by now but he does always make up for it. But that isn't good enough, no matter how much he proves he only wants you he keeps hurting you like this.

You got up from your bench, hands gripping the purse in your hand, conflicted emotions as your mind keeps telling you maybe you weren't meant to be? Maybe he wasn't meant to be.

"Hey mom" you fiddled with the strap of your bag hanging over your shoulder when the blue plastered door of a place you once you used to call home opened, she gave you small greeting smile she gives all the guests, replying a 'hey how have you been'. The pretense on her voice is evident while she walks you into the kitchen where you came to see your father on his laptop working on his paper.

You were about to greet the old man when you were interrupted by his cold, deep voice "so how is living in the small apartment going on with you?" He scoffs, eyes still on his laptop as he checked the paper on his hand again. Your mom calls his name as warning to not let the topic of argument start again.

You hoped kuroo was here to squeeze your hand and let you know that he was there to support you. No matter what. But here you were all alone standing at your childhood home that you left after high-school, while the thick tense atmosphere dooms on you. You weren't ready for this not alone atleast, not when you had doubts yourself, not when you knew your all goals of life will be ruined but, one thing you were sure about was to never commit anything negative and that's fixed.

"It has been fine" You murmured softly, looking at your mom who was bringing the salad on the table, she noticed you look tired must be cause of your studies right? Not that she cared about your health that much if it was involved with school.

"Y/n when is kuroo coming?" She asked, you wanted to say he is just late like the first time you led him to meet up with your family, your remember your dad disappointed that you chose someone who didn't think time was important but he didn't just leave the dinner once he heard that he was actually a good student and liked the fact he didn't prioritize volleyball over his passion for chemistry or grades.

While your mom didn't like him at all, his hairtyle supposedly wasn't as formal in your household nor was his piercing. And you knew your family wasn't positive about the fact that you have a boyfriend. In simple words they loathed your decision, they loathed the fact you were pursuing to become a baker with how good your grades were, they loathed the fact that you wanted to go and live with a boy who you just have been in a relationship with for a year in highschool.

"He is busy in the lab, he took up the job for being lab assistant in the university" You rasped sitting across your father who closed his laptop, putting it aside. "That will look good on his resume" your father commented, you wonder if they ever asked how he treated you or how was his behavior with you. They only cared about his status and studies. Kuroo always treated you nicely but you know if you ever share the troubles of your relationship with your mom or dad you will meet with 'I told you so's '.

"What was the thing you wanted to talk about?" Your mom settled, putting the pasta on the table while taking the seat beside you.

Palms sweaty while your leg shaked uncontrollably, were you prepared for their reaction? You didn't want to beat around bush. But they were always unpredictable and never talking with them about any problems you faced since childhood made the emotional and mental relationship with your parents worse.

"Uhm" You picked up the fork to dig in to your pasta, eyes on your plate as your mind wondered what will be the right word to declare about something growing inside you. This wasn't going to be easy no matter what, you only have your parents and kuroo to support. Yet you knew deep down both parties will most likely leave you.

"I took pregnancy test at the hospitals few days ago—" You said abruptly, the sound of spoons clanking the plate or moving anything stopped. Silence on the table as you didn't dared to look up. You were sure your parents weren't expecting anything good from you but you knew they weren't expecting something like this too.

If you had one word to describe your feelings right there it would have been fear. Utter fear of ruining everything you thought you had.

"It came back positive" You said it— licking your lips as you felt the blood strain away from your body, hands trembling while tightening your grip on the fork you had. Yearning the support you always wanted from the successful couple but to no one's surprise you were met with just silence. The quietness in the room dawned for one to two minutes until a loud slapping sound echoed through the room.

A rough hand hitting the fat of your face as your eyes widened in disbelief, sure your parents didn't show the support or care you always asked for but they never hurted you physically. Eyes watering, as shame started filling your lungs as you look up to see only disappointment and anger on the old man.

"Leave" he muttered, not a ounce of emotion in his voice as your mom looked horrified, not because your father slapped you— rather it was due to your announcement.

You stand up hesitantly, tears rolling down your cheeks involuntarily while the food of the table grew cold.

"Dad pleas—"

"Y/n leave right now and never come back here ever again. Forget you had a father. Forget you had a family" he yelled on your face as he gripped the table cloth tightly. Stern glare and cold expression.

Lips quivering at his response, you bring your long sleeve to rub the tears off your face, gripping the purse in your hand so hardly that your knuckles turned white, you turned around in a rush to leave through the door, you wished your mother would have atleast something through the whole process or calmed down your father but she just gave you bitter look when you turned back to look at her.

Your hiccups could be heard through the pavement, even during the heavy rain. You always thought your life was like a movie, but you didn't want to live the part where the actress breaks down while suddenly nature also decides to cry with her. A rain in November? You don't remember if you ever saw that happening. You havs called kuroo for ten times by now and yet every one of them went to voice-mail.

Calming your breathing, the red print of hand was still pretty visible on your cheeks. You voice messaged him to pick you up, sharing your address but he didn't respond. How many hours has it been you have sitting there all alone? Maybe his phone died, yeah that's probably it. You opened your Instagram to text kizumi? She was with him right— she will give her phone to kuroo so he could speak with you right ?

You searched her profile, shaky hands trying to press the message button once you opened her page but when you accidentally opened her stories, your glass heart lost a piece yet again. Someone, some friend of her probably, had tagged her in a stories which she reposted.

It was of kuroo and her, kuroo carrying her in his back as they both looked smitten, voices of someone laughing at the background. The story tagged both of them while they added a caption saying "can we get a bestfriends to lover trope??" Which kizumi infact reposted with a text which said "maybe we can ;)". The suggestiveness in the comment was obvious, she was finally showing her true colors? You immediately went to kuroo's page to see if he did repost the story too.

The answer was yes, while he didn't suggest anything and just wrote a "lmao". But would a warning to her friends that he is taken would have hurt anyone? He uploaded the story forty minutes ago huh— and he deliberately ignored your calls— for what now? atleast past two hours. Anger filled your lungs, you wanted to scream at him, let him know that he could go and fuck himself.

But you found calling him once again, but to no avail it reached to voice-mail. You loved him so much that you can't even think what will happen if he lost feelings so you do the last thing which you hoped he would respond to. You asked him to meet you. Meet him at the same place you both met for the first time. No not school— it was a snack store which was opened till late at night. You both going for the same snack as you made eye contact. He had the same mischievous grin you remember, a flirty chemistry remark was also thrown at your way which made you laugh hysterically and lifted your mood after you were scolded by your parents right before that. From that time onwards kuroo was like your support system to escape from reality.

"Hey! are you alright?"

The new hoarse voice makes you look up to meet a man standing in front of you, tall and huge frame, his face was not visible as he wore a mask and the light of the street lamp was barely making out his body.

"Yes I am okay" You softly said back, the tears stain on your face says other wise and the stranger knew better. You were wet alone late at night at park which couple usually used for dates.

"It's raining cats and dogs out here at a chilly night" he pauses as you seem to realize that the rain was still hitting your skin and you were soaking wet. "Do you want me to walk you home?"

As much as the person seemed polite, you wouldn't trust a stranger at late night to walk you home. You shake your head as a 'no'. That was expected the stranger thinks, as a call of a absurd name yelled at the way of both of yours direction. Something along the way of trashy or shitty but you were too engrossed in your emotion to notice.

The man sighed, looking back at his friend, he takes another look at you. He can't just leave you like this— but you won't obviously leave with him. "Here" he stretched his hand towards you as you looked up at him confused. The wet tears of the sky stops falling on you as you wondered What did he mean?

"Here keep the umbrella— its cold I have my car parked right there I can run fast enough to not get wet much" he mumbled handing you the umbrella quickly. What? You wanted to say no but he was running away before that, screaming things like if you end up in trouble call the police immediately or take care it's not safe out here this late at night as he slowly grew smaller and smaller, joining a grow of people, which you only could make out that the numbers were three.

That's the least he could have done for you right? the Argentina player thinks while driving back to the airport to finally leave after the last day of his vacation back home.

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Kuroo x fem reader (for the upcoming parts reader x oikawa)

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE : this chapter is to let you all know how kuroo and y/n's relationship was. They were absolutely one of the couple in university everyone envied as well as loved because they seemed like they just came out of a superhit rom-com movie. #people'sfavoriteduo. Also read chapter one first to get to know the story better.

Part 1 : meeting you again ¦ Part 2 : wouldn't you? ¦ Part 3 : broken promises

“No don't come any closer to me” kuroo stopped you, putting a hand too close to your face. He was trying to cover the wardrobe to not let you take out your clothes. muscles gripping on the corner of the wooden piece which was shorter than him, God they were flexing in the process and you would have simped over them if it weren't for this situation.

“and what is the reason? ” You sighed for the ninth time that evening, placing your hands over your hips while the matching pajama you bought together with kuroo hung loose over your body.

“my heart is made up of gallium it melts when you are close to me” the said rooster grinned at his own pick up line, kind of proud of himself that he made one on spot. He is gonna brag about it to shoku later in his math class. Poor boy was tired of hearing the chemistry pick up lines being practiced on him.

You massaged your temple. You really loved kuroo and his dorky stupid smile along with his cheesy pickup lines but Jesus Christ he atleast used twenty nine of cheesy remarks related to chemistry along with the kisses to not let you pack in peace. “if you don't want to get your cock blocked for a month move from there” you threatened, feeling certain he will let you be in peace.

“m' fine with it ” his grinned stretched bigger on his face “might as well win no nut November this year” now he was smirking with a smug look on his face.

Kuroo was like the mixture of Godzilla and thirteen years old in a twenty two year old man's body. Too stubborn and built like a beast which scares you sometimes a bit too much. No not the part where his body is built like Godzilla due to years of playing volleyball, it doesn't scares you even a bit and if you are being honest seeing him all jacked up makes you weak in the knees

but when his personality is like a thirteen year old, a little to stubborn and a little too troublesome that he can go to the extent of stealing someone's cat, yeah that scares you a bit.

“tetsurou I swear to god” you smacked his arms, frowning as you glared at him. Now you are going to get pussy blocked for a month due to him, geez. “just let me take out my clothes in peace” you walked forward towards the gap between him and the desk, tugging at his shorts a little but he just looked at you with a amusing glint in his eyes and a smirk on his fucking stupid handsome face.

“but I just came back” the rooster head whined this time, as you try to shove him away with your weak arms. “yes but you can live in a apartment alone for a few days by yourself” you spat back moving him from his place a little, the squeeze on his ass did help you to distract him. “hey that's foul play oww—” he shrieked as a cold metal spanked his butt, where the fuck did you get that pan.

“everything is fair in love and war” now you are the one with a smug look, finally shoving him away from his place, he was wincing and rubbing his ass with his hands, his face contouring a defeated look. You just gave him a small smile that he loved to see before opening your wardrobe after 30 minutes of trying, since a certain huge anaconda decided to guard it. Oh and the favorite pan of kuroo's whose handle you successfully bended and hid behind your desk did come in handy after all.

He was frowning now, thinking about how to make you stay with him until his gaze stopped on your phone. “hey I will text Emily and tell her you are sick” he snatched your phone from the charging point before swaying it on your face. “NO!” you yelled back, pouncing on him as he stretched his hand higher, enough to make you jump to grab it.

“why not babe— I missed you so much on the trip and now you have to leave the same day I get back just— Just to look after the house of your stupid friend ” he sounded annoyed as he huffed and pulled you into a hug. Kuroo was surely a big baby. But he was your big baby as much as you try to push him away he always comes back like you are his magnet and he will always move towards you.

“well you clearly didn't look like you were missing me in the selfies with kizumi” you pouted, your hands wrapping around his back as he nuzzled your face into his chest. You missed him too, you were jealous even. He was gone for two weeks but you have to leave, you have to even if that means you have to lie bout your friend traveling to states.

Because you weren't dumb, you could see all the symptoms— it wasn't as complex as rocket science that you couldn't understand the morning sickness, the mood swings, your period being late. It was not like you didn't want him to know about this, but if you knew a thing or two about kuroo, you were certain he didn't want kids any at the moment especially when he thought the kids are spawn of devils and you were both still broke kids in college.

Even you didn't know totally if your assumption was true and you certainly still weren't sure about this too. So you needed time, to convince yourself first- then convince him. Because you knew you couldn't do this alone, not while the love of your life wasn't by your side atleast.

“is this about you being jealous of her?” he pushed you a little, to see your face better, your eyes better, he could read your eyes like a chemistry book. You looked exhausted, tired but still to him you looked like the most prettiest girl to him. You always did and certainly always will. Wouldn't you?

You didn't say anything, even if you wanted to shake your head and say 'as if', you didn't because you felt insecure by the way they both talked about things they loved so passionately. You weren't like kuroo, not into the things he loves that much, you just supported him always, back when he was still in high school and and till now' till now when you both are trying to adapt to the adult life.

You always supported him but when Kizumi came into frame. Things started to change even if the dork was head over heels for you. He and Kizumi would talk for hours being in the same major, you had to share his free time with her. Her who was also a volleyball lover since she played in high school and co-incedently her loving chemistry as much as he did. They were like soul mates. So often it did make you wonder, if you were the right one who should be with him? were you the second female lead in the story who was holding back the main leads to complete their love story. his feeble voice interrupted your thoughts.

“y/n” he cupped your face, leaning down to meet your gaze, his pair of golden eyes looking softer than ever, filled with love and tenderness. “you know I love you and only you right” he said, flipping you against him, pulling you more closer to him, as he pecked the shell of your ears. “as long as you are by my side no one- no one can ever be compared to you” he assured you peppering kisses down your jaw, taking in your sweet scent.

“and if I am not by your side” you questioned back closing your eyes, feeling the soft lips on your skin falter for a moment. “no matter what” he breathed out, sucking on the spot he knew you loved as a small mewl escaped from your mouth. “you will always be by my side” wouldn't you?

Three am at the clock, two naked bodies under a thin bed sheet seeking for more warmth as they clinged into each other. “tetsurou” you mumbled against his chest, a small hum followed as you felt his heartbeat softly by the pressed ear against him.

“what do you think about having kids” a silence, you were meet with silence hanging in the room. Maybe you shouldn't have been so forward with this. You shifted a little away from him to look at his face but he was just staring past you. “I asked you something” you whispered, anxiety feeling your skin due to the lack of response.

“I don't want them” he answered straightforwardly, using his thumb to draw circles on your back. You furrowed your brows, your heart dropping to the stomach. “not now atleast” he continued.

“honestly I never wanted kids, kind of a burden if you think thoroughly and not only for the parents but also for the kids” he said, not meeting your eyes as a little hurt lashed over his orbs. The room was dark and only the breathing of the both of you in the small apartment could be heard. “what if they have the same fate as you or me” he murmured “also they kind of slow us down too, from achieving our dreams I don't think I will ever want kids”

“you think we will divorce each other?” you asked, now moving totally away from him, as you raised your head to meet his eyes, removing his hand from your back “you think we will neglect our kid?” you sounded irritated, maybe it was due to your hormones but the room felt suffocating all of a sudden. He did not just compare you both to his parents or your parents. You were nothing like them and will never be.

“why are you getting all worked up” kuroo shifted, he lifted his head, hands pressing against the mattress to support himself. “no— just just forget about it” you muttered out, shifting to the other side as your back faced kuroo.

“what? now you are not even looking at me just cause of a stupid conversations” his gruffy tired voice asked, his hands moving to grab you closer to his body. The room was cold he wanted your warmth but you slapped his hand away.

“God y/n you are so overdramatic and annoying at times” he muttered in annoyance, getting back on his side as his hand massaged his temples. He instantly regretted when you replied a small sorry as your voice cracked.

“m' sorry love” he sighed pulling your back closer to his body. He didn't say anything as you didn't react negatively to his touch. He will make you a apology breakfast tomorrow and pamper you with kisses, while muttering I love you's and sorry's against your skin as he always does when he feels guilty so you will forgive him like you do everytime. wouldn't you?

A/n : was actually planning to drop a chapter where y/n met oikawa after the whole thing with kuroo but since I wanted to make a special chapter for the precious boi due to his birthday here we go. Happy belated birthday kuroo!!! I wasn't actually planning to make this a series neither tag list but since you all liked it here you go mamas. Okay byee.

Tagging people who asked me to _(:з」∠)_ : @fushigum @amarinthe @glxar