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//kuroo tetsurou x reader
On a nice starry Spring evening, after having gone out on a much-needed break with just your boyfriend and you, you entered the small comforting confinement of his room. Kuroo's hand reluctantly slipped away from your waist as you set down your bag next to his bed and while he sat down on it, you hurried over to his closet instead, a small hop in your steps and the happy grin on your face failing to disappear.
''I'm gonna steal one of your shirts, okay?'' You asked excitedly, already carefully rummaging through his neatly piled clothing.
Kuroo let out a small laugh, for he knew even if he objected you'd get yourself into one of his shirts anyway.
''Sure, grab me one too while you're at it,'' he said with a small smirk, leaning back on his palms as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking at your happy face when you found a shirt you liked.
With a grin, you looked over your shoulder back at him and opposed, ''Nope, you're not wearing a shirt to bed.''
''Look,'' he rolled his eyes, but the small curl of his lips didn't go unnoticed, ''I know you like my body, but, Kitten, it's kinda cold.''
''It's not cold,'' you retorted, biting your lip as he began taking off the black sweater he was wearing all day right in front of you. You refused to get enticed already by the beautifully sculpted chest of your boyfriend, so you turned away and focused on changing into his red Nekoma t-shirt. Just to finish off the outfit, you decided to also put on a pair of red shorts.
''Besides, cuddling is the best remedy against the cold.''
''Alright,'' he narrowed his eyes at you slyly, ''I won't wear a shirt if you won't wear those shorts.''
Walking over to his full-length mirror to fix your hair for bed, you laughed, ''No negotiations, gorgeous.''
The curious person you were, you picked up a pair of sunglasses that laid on top of Kuroo's bedside table and put them on, turning your face in multiple directions to see how they looked on you. It was when you felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist, you got warmed up by his comforting body heat as he placed a gentle kiss to your neck, only to lay his chin on top of your shoulder afterwards just as if concealing the kiss.
''Looks great,'' Kuroo complimented, the lopsided grin on his face holding a persuasive earnest intention.
''Yeah?'' You chuckled, ''They don't make me look fat?''
Kuroo shook his head, suppressing his snicker, ''No, they're actually very slimming.''
After a moment of silence and staring at each other through your reflections, you both laughed at your ridiculous silliness and you took them off with a stupid smile plastered on your face. Kuroo unwrapped his arms from around you, placed his hands steady on your hips and turned you around in a dazzling swirl to meet his bare chest. Looking up, you were immediately greeted with those sharp cat-like pupils you had been overly fond of the minute you'd set eyes on them. It goes without saying you've spent countless of times just staring into them, Kuroo laughing at your infatuation with his eyes every single time.
''Let's go to bed, it's already late,'' he whispered as you stood in his embrace. It was dead silent in his house, only the soft, resonated sound of his lips planting themselves on yours and disappearing within the blink of an eye.
''You don't actually mind staying up, do you?'' You sneered at him as he guided you to his bed after turning off the lights, both of you plopping down and searching for comfort underneath his blankets, absolutely shattered.
''No, but I'm rather tired,'' he whined with an unintentional smile, nuzzling your neck and cuddling up to your body simultaneously by tangling his legs with your own. Most of his room was dipped in the dark, but you were still fully able to discern things from others, such as the edges of the messy mob of hair on Kuroo's head.
You raised an eyebrow at him devilishly, ''So what? Did you have too much fun with Kenma in the storage room today?'' As you spoke you trailed a finger down his chest cheekily, slightly emphasising what you were getting at.
''Yeah, we went pretty rough,'' Kuroo answered, looking away as if remembering the wonderful memory.
''I wouldn't mind, you know...'' It was hard enough for you as it was to not laugh, but what you were imagining was making your head spin, ''Things seem pretty exciting between you and Kenma.''
''Stop it, you idiot,'' Kuroo laughed, with his hand pressing your face playfully into the pillow and slightly ruining your hair. ''I don't even want to know what kind of weird fantasies you have about us.''
''Just the regular ones, where you-''
''Don't even go there...''
After Kuroo's objection, a comfortable silence fell, his hand drawing slow, delicate circles on the small of your back as you laid at his side. When you looked up into his eyes - the eyes that showed you so much love and contentment - a longing gaze commenced as he peered right back at you. Drawn by the effect of the moment, your lips had soon found his and were softly, yet contently, exchanging warmth, affection.
Suddenly, effectively halting your loving actions, your phone let out a cry that signalled the delivery of a message. You turned and reached for your bag, taking out your phone. Kuroo seemed to notice the way your eyes lit up just a little when you read the text and quickly replied. Your friend had just told you how his own date of the night went, but Kuroo didn't know that.
''Who was that?'' Kuroo asked as non-caring as he could, sneakily trying to peek at your phone.
''Oops, you shouldn't have seen that...'' You locked your phone and put it away, smiling sweetly at Kuroo, ''It was just my boyfriend; nothing you have to worry about.''
''Oh, really now?'' He replied, lips curling at the edges. He really did have nothing to worry about, but couldn't help going along with your banter.
You nodded excitedly, ''Yeah, he's very lovely and doesn't have crazy bedhair like you.''
''That just makes him less attractive, doesn't it?'' Kuroo laughed, shamelessly praising himself while running a hand through his jet black tresses, ''Well, I'm just surprised someone else can put up with a perv like you.''
''Hey!'' You slapped his bare chest playfully, a bashful smile growing on your face, ''I just like me some muscle, okay?''
Embracing each other tighter and letting the fatigue take over really did the trick. Your eyes drooped in exhaustion, but having the time and privilege to look at Kuroo's face was way too precious to miss out on. It seemed like the same went for him seeing as after several minutes you were both still infatuated by each other's figure, features, details you could only pick up on when being comfortable enough to endure a lengthy loving gaze.
''I'm madly in love with you, you know that?''
Feigning confusion, you shook your head, ''Huh? What are you talking about, I thought we were just friends with benefits?''
Kuroo pinched your nose between his index finger and thumb lightly before kissing you again. Yet, this time, not pulling away till you were fully cooperating and holding his cheek in your palm to feel more of his beguiling lips, joy and love.
''I really love you, Tetsu.''
''Love you too. Now go to sleep. I'm supposed to meet Kenma early in the morning.''
.
.
.
.
"Jeez, in the mornings too?''
On a nice starry Spring evening, after having gone out on a much-needed break with just your boyfriend and you, you entered the small comforting confinement of his room. Kuroo's hand reluctantly slipped away from your waist as you set down your bag next to his bed and while he sat down on it, you hurried over to his closet instead, a small hop in your steps and the happy grin on your face failing to disappear.
''I'm gonna steal one of your shirts, okay?'' You asked excitedly, already carefully rummaging through his neatly piled clothing.
Kuroo let out a small laugh, for he knew even if he objected you'd get yourself into one of his shirts anyway.
''Sure, grab me one too while you're at it,'' he said with a small smirk, leaning back on his palms as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking at your happy face when you found a shirt you liked.
With a grin, you looked over your shoulder back at him and opposed, ''Nope, you're not wearing a shirt to bed.''
''Look,'' he rolled his eyes, but the small curl of his lips didn't go unnoticed, ''I know you like my body, but, Kitten, it's kinda cold.''
''It's not cold,'' you retorted, biting your lip as he began taking off the black sweater he was wearing all day right in front of you. You refused to get enticed already by the beautifully sculpted chest of your boyfriend, so you turned away and focused on changing into his red Nekoma t-shirt. Just to finish off the outfit, you decided to also put on a pair of red shorts.
''Besides, cuddling is the best remedy against the cold.''
''Alright,'' he narrowed his eyes at you slyly, ''I won't wear a shirt if you won't wear those shorts.''
Walking over to his full-length mirror to fix your hair for bed, you laughed, ''No negotiations, gorgeous.''
The curious person you were, you picked up a pair of sunglasses that laid on top of Kuroo's bedside table and put them on, turning your face in multiple directions to see how they looked on you. It was when you felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist, you got warmed up by his comforting body heat as he placed a gentle kiss to your neck, only to lay his chin on top of your shoulder afterwards just as if concealing the kiss.
''Looks great,'' Kuroo complimented, the lopsided grin on his face holding a persuasive earnest intention.
''Yeah?'' You chuckled, ''They don't make me look fat?''
Kuroo shook his head, suppressing his snicker, ''No, they're actually very slimming.''
After a moment of silence and staring at each other through your reflections, you both laughed at your ridiculous silliness and you took them off with a stupid smile plastered on your face. Kuroo unwrapped his arms from around you, placed his hands steady on your hips and turned you around in a dazzling swirl to meet his bare chest. Looking up, you were immediately greeted with those sharp cat-like pupils you had been overly fond of the minute you'd set eyes on them. It goes without saying you've spent countless of times just staring into them, Kuroo laughing at your infatuation with his eyes every single time.
''Let's go to bed, it's already late,'' he whispered as you stood in his embrace. It was dead silent in his house, only the soft, resonated sound of his lips planting themselves on yours and disappearing within the blink of an eye.
''You don't actually mind staying up, do you?'' You sneered at him as he guided you to his bed after turning off the lights, both of you plopping down and searching for comfort underneath his blankets, absolutely shattered.
''No, but I'm rather tired,'' he whined with an unintentional smile, nuzzling your neck and cuddling up to your body simultaneously by tangling his legs with your own. Most of his room was dipped in the dark, but you were still fully able to discern things from others, such as the edges of the messy mob of hair on Kuroo's head.
You raised an eyebrow at him devilishly, ''So what? Did you have too much fun with Kenma in the storage room today?'' As you spoke you trailed a finger down his chest cheekily, slightly emphasising what you were getting at.
''Yeah, we went pretty rough,'' Kuroo answered, looking away as if remembering the wonderful memory.
''I wouldn't mind, you know...'' It was hard enough for you as it was to not laugh, but what you were imagining was making your head spin, ''Things seem pretty exciting between you and Kenma.''
''Stop it, you idiot,'' Kuroo laughed, with his hand pressing your face playfully into the pillow and slightly ruining your hair. ''I don't even want to know what kind of weird fantasies you have about us.''
''Just the regular ones, where you-''
''Don't even go there...''
After Kuroo's objection, a comfortable silence fell, his hand drawing slow, delicate circles on the small of your back as you laid at his side. When you looked up into his eyes - the eyes that showed you so much love and contentment - a longing gaze commenced as he peered right back at you. Drawn by the effect of the moment, your lips had soon found his and were softly, yet contently, exchanging warmth, affection.
Suddenly, effectively halting your loving actions, your phone let out a cry that signalled the delivery of a message. You turned and reached for your bag, taking out your phone. Kuroo seemed to notice the way your eyes lit up just a little when you read the text and quickly replied. Your friend had just told you how his own date of the night went, but Kuroo didn't know that.
''Who was that?'' Kuroo asked as non-caring as he could, sneakily trying to peek at your phone.
''Oops, you shouldn't have seen that...'' You locked your phone and put it away, smiling sweetly at Kuroo, ''It was just my boyfriend; nothing you have to worry about.''
''Oh, really now?'' He replied, lips curling at the edges. He really did have nothing to worry about, but couldn't help going along with your banter.
You nodded excitedly, ''Yeah, he's very lovely and doesn't have crazy bedhair like you.''
''That just makes him less attractive, doesn't it?'' Kuroo laughed, shamelessly praising himself while running a hand through his jet black tresses, ''Well, I'm just surprised someone else can put up with a perv like you.''
''Hey!'' You slapped his bare chest playfully, a bashful smile growing on your face, ''I just like me some muscle, okay?''
Embracing each other tighter and letting the fatigue take over really did the trick. Your eyes drooped in exhaustion, but having the time and privilege to look at Kuroo's face was way too precious to miss out on. It seemed like the same went for him seeing as after several minutes you were both still infatuated by each other's figure, features, details you could only pick up on when being comfortable enough to endure a lengthy loving gaze.
''I'm madly in love with you, you know that?''
Feigning confusion, you shook your head, ''Huh? What are you talking about, I thought we were just friends with benefits?''
Kuroo pinched your nose between his index finger and thumb lightly before kissing you again. Yet, this time, not pulling away till you were fully cooperating and holding his cheek in your palm to feel more of his beguiling lips, joy and love.
''I really love you, Tetsu.''
''Love you too. Now go to sleep. I'm supposed to meet Kenma early in the morning.''
.
.
.
.
"Jeez, in the mornings too?''
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From: my girl ❤ [9:04 PM]
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Somehow, this feels a little different from what I usually write, I have no idea why xD
So yeah, Daddy!Kise is on hold, but I wrote this instead ;-;
As suggested by the lovely
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although it was on the third rank, I'm sorry ;-;
Art is not mine, it's fucking amazing though
So yeah, Daddy!Kise is on hold, but I wrote this instead ;-;
As suggested by the lovely
! c:although it was on the third rank, I'm sorry ;-;
Art is not mine, it's fucking amazing though
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just reread this at five in the morning and im smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt...seriously!!
i love tHis!! <3 <3 <3 <3
i love tHis!! <3 <3 <3 <3