Oh my goodness! I saw someone write a couple blurbs about an AU where Tendou went to Karasuno instead…this could also work like where he randomly meets these two? Could you imagine?!!!!
Sorry it has been so long!! Not a lot of time for writing these days, unfortunately :’) BUT these were fun and super cute, so please enjoy! ~Admin Emma
Kuroo
Kuroo came to you when you found a stray cat rooting through your trash can. You took him in, fed him, and have him a warm place to sleep. The next day, he revealed his human form and agreed to form a contract with you.
Despite the fact he’s pretty cool and collected during rituals and spell work, he does have the occasional cat-like tendency: knocking things over, napping in sunny spots, and getting the Zoomies at three in the morning.
He follows you everywhere in both forms. You’re never out of his sight.
He is a very needy cuddler. If you’re trying to get something done, or you’re meeting with a client, he’ll just chill in your lap. Otherwise, he’s just all limbs and he’s all over you.
Bokuto
You and Bokuto have been in each other’s lives as long as you can remember. You formed the contract when you were little kids, and have been together ever since.
He is very into your work, and tends to hover during rituals and spell work. He does have some psychic tendencies of his own, so he’s most helpful during readings.
He’s pretty out of it for a few minutes after he transforms, so he doesn’t do it often, and afterwards he needs lots of love, affection, and reassurance. He trusts you absolutely to take care of him, but he desperately needs that physical contact to set himself right.
When you meet clients, he tends to hover in the back of your little shop. He can be very intimidating, and that’s how he protects you.
Daichi
You found him injured and dying one night. You were convinced he wouldn’t make it, but you could never leave an animal in need, so you nursed him back to health. When he revealed his human form to you, he swore he wouldn’t leave your side and formed the contract then and there.
Like other ravens, he’s fiercely intelligent and observant. He forgets nothing, and he will do literally anything for you to keep you safe. He tries to give you space during your work, but he finds it difficult to let you out of his sight. He owes you his life, after all.
He is extremely protective and possessive. While he trusts you to take care of yourself, once he loves someone, he doesn’t let them go. He has sworn his unwavering loyalty to you, and he means it.
Despite how business-like and responsible he can be, he still loves you with his whole heart, and he shows it on a regular basis. He adores closeness, and he needs physical touch to function most days. If he’s feeling out of it, he’ll just lean against your back or shoulder.
Request: Could I have headcannons for kageyama, oikawa, kuroo, and lev with a s/o that is really good at school? Like they are in college prep, do extra credit even though they don’t need it stuff like that?
Kageyama
DAICHI, YACHI, AND SUGA ARE THANKING ALL HIGHER POWER THAT YOU STARTED DATING KAGEYAMA. Now it’s your job to tutor the poor boy.
He really admires how smart you are. He’d never say it to your face, but your determination and wit just floors him.
He really hopes you don’t think he’s stupid or underestimate him because he is not on the same level of intelligence as you, and it really eases his insecurity when you point out how calculated he is when it comes to volleyball.
Oikawa
As we all know, this boy is hella smart too. He relates to you 100%.
You two both complain about teachers together and just make jokes about the classes all the time. He does a great imitation of your English teacher. (Pls don’t let him get caught doing it tho lol)
He doesn’t get why you do all the extra credit if it’s not needed though? He calls you a nerd all the time when you do it…(but jokes on him at least you’re not failing Personal Finance *side eye emoji at Oikawa*)
Kuroo
ANOTHER boy you can totally relate to. He takes all the science college prep though, so if you’re taking more humanities based college classes…he can’t relate…but at least you two can bitch about the workload together. There are many inside jokes between you two.
You guys are that overly smart couple everyone HATES. Like you guys just ace every test and both do all the extra credit and like 70% of the school is just pissed because WHY ARE YOU TWO SO SMART. IT’S NOT FAIR.
You and Kuroo don’t mind though because fuck the haters. You guys have study dates all the time (which may or may not lead to him just throwing things at you to break your concentration and convince you to cuddle with him).
Lev
He seems pretty nonchalant about it, but inside Lev is screaming. How the hell are you SO GOOD at school? He is highkey intimidated by your intelligence.
He tries to do his best to make him seem more valuable to you. Like he starts trying harder at school and volleyball. Also he tries his best to sound smart around you. (But he usually has no idea what he’s talking about and Kuroo and Yaku are not afraid to call him out on it)
Eventually he just comes clean to you and explains his insecurity, and you tell him he doesn’t have to pretend to be someone he’s not to be your boyfriend and you love him no matter what. (and you give him a lil kiss on the cheek and he is so FLUSTERED) He is so pumped he ends up actually hitting a spike at practice later on.
Thanks for something cute and fluffy, clearly I’ve been in a negative head space (valid as it may be considering what’s looming on the horizon) but these legit made me SMILE.
Ahhhh domestic stuff
gives me life! I love the idea of our volleybabes growing up and having
precious babies to teach their volleyball skills to T~T I love them all so
much! Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori ❤
Akaashi Keiji:
You didn’t know the meaning to taking it easy, regardless of
your status as being 7 and a half months pregnant. But your husband, Akaashi,
knew how to handle it, since you’d done the same for your two other children,
Takeji and Amari.
So, as soon as you started showing signs of being sick,
Akaashi had called your boss and explained that you would not be coming in;
Your boss had been relieved to get the call from your husband, thinking maybe
Akaashi hadn’t noticed as quickly as he had the previous two times, but agreed
nonetheless and submitted your already filled out paperwork for maternity
leave. You’d been asleep when Akaashi had disabled all your alarm clocks and
had your two young children hide your work shoes and briefcase.
He woke up early that morning and got out of bed to head
into the kitchen silently, pulling out all the needed supplies for the soup he’s
made for you for your health to bounce back. Akaashi yawned as he set the pot
to boil slowly as he got to work cutting up vegetables and getting the
measurements of all the spices.
“Daddy?” Akaashi turned his head to see his daughter, Amari,
staring up at him with bleary eyes. He smiled softly and picked her up, setting
her on the counter next to the stove, and pointing at her quietly so she knew
not to get any closer to where his current workstation was. Amari smiled
sleepily at her father, “Are you taking care of mama and my little sister?” She
asked as the smell of her father’s remedy soup filled the kitchen, making her
little belly rumble with hunger.
“Yes… Your mother doesn’t know when to stop pushing herself,
so she’s going to be staying home with you and Takeji until after your sibling
is born.” He explained simply before pulling out a bowl and serving her some of
the soup before he added the medicinal herbs, knowing she only liked the broth
he made. “Is your brother awake, Amari?” He whispered, looking at his daughter
as she brought the bowl up to her cherub face and sipped at the hot soup,
pulling away a bit abruptly and whining when the hot broth burnt her tongue.
Akaashi couldn’t help but chuckle, “Be careful, it’s hot.” He smirked a bit
when she squinted her eyes at him accusingly, “You saw it boiling before I served
you.” He pointed out, reminding her that she was to blame for her burnt tongue.
A tug at his pajama bottoms made him look down to see his
son, Takeji, looking up at him silently. Akaashi knew you were worried that
your son was mute or even deaf since he was almost 2 and a half years old and
he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Akaashi wasn’t too concerned. He hadn’t
spoken when he was a kid until he was in classes in kindergarten. Takeji still
had a year and a half before he started classes.
Amari smiled down at her big brother, waving at him happily,
seeming more of the older sibling than Takeji, “Daddy’s making mama and little
sister some yummy soup.” She explained after Akaashi had set Takeji next to
Amari on the counter and Takeji glanced into her steaming bowl curiously.
“How do you know it’s a sister, Amari?” Akaashi asked after
a few minutes of silence, as he finished making the soup, putting it in three
bowls before handing one to Takeji.
“I just know.” Amari smiled widely at her daddy, giggling
happily when he pulled her into his arms, “I’ll carry mama’s soup!” She
exclaimed as she took the bowl from the counter, now holding hers and yours
before marching up the stairs to the bedroom where you were still asleep.
Takeji looked up at his father after being set on his feet
with his own bowl in his hands, his dark green eyes matching his fathers completely
and making Akaashi feel like he was looking in a mirror; Or a picture of
himself as a child, at least. Akaashi smiled down at his son before patting his
head, “I don’t know, Takeji… I think it’s a little brother, too.” He murmured
quietly before taking his small hand in his and walking up the stairs to where
you and Amari were now sitting on the bed.
You looked up from your excitedly babbling daughter, who was
talking adamantly to your swollen belly, to see your husband and still sleepy
son. You smiled gently and held Takeji’s bowl as he climbed onto the mattress
before handing it back to him, “You didn’t have to, Keiji. I’m fine.” You
assured, but cursed internally when your scratchy throat made itself known.
Akaashi wasn’t going to hear it though. He knew when you
were getting sick. He took his place next to you, nudging his bowl against
yours, “Drink it.” He stated simply before doing the same with his own soup.
“Mama needs to stay healthy!” Amari whined, pouting when you
met her gaze after drinking some of your soup. Takeji nodded silently in
agreement before reaching out and laying his hand on your belly, pulling back
quickly with wide eyes when he felt the baby inside kick at his touch. Amari
giggled excitedly, “Little sister is awake and likes daddy’s soup!” She smiled
widely before laying her ear against your stomach, humming happily when you
stroked her dark brown hair out of her face. These were mornings you cherished,
and Akaashi knew. You turned your head and smiled as he was all too eager to
press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, making your two little ones
become even more interested in your belly instead of what you two were doing.
Oikawa Tooru:
“Tooru! How do you always manage to burn down the house when
I’m just in the other room?” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen after following
the smell of burning food. Your husband couldn’t cook to save his life,
something you teased him endlessly about, but he had been training himself
behind your back. You let out a loud sigh as you stood in the doorway of the
kitchen, seeing the burnt toast and overcooked eggs.
Oikawa turned to look at you then, your 5 year old son,
Yukio, perched on his back and looking at you with more or less the same
expression your husband was currently sporting. Surprise. “Mama! Daddy burnt
ALL the food!” Yukio tattled just before squirming off of his fathers back onto
the floor and running to hug your legs. You looked down at your son, seeing his
light brown eyes staring up at you expectantly, “Daddy is going to make us all
starve! Including little sister!” Yukio cried dramatically, pointing to the
baby carriage on the counter where your daughter, Kaneko, was wrapped in her
baby blanket.
“Traitor!” Oikawa called to his son, rushing forward to grab
at him but stopping short when you raised a hand at him. He smiled charmingly
at you as he stood over you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips
against your forehead, “Good morning to you, too, ______-chan.” He greeted,
praying you’d fall for his sweet tone enough to forget that he wasn’t allowed
in the kitchen without your supervision. “Happy birthday, as well!” He cheered
as he swayed with you wrapped in his arms, “You’re getting more and more
beautiful every day, _____-chan! How old are you today? 22?” He tried flattery,
thinking maybe you’d fall for it this time.
You didn’t though. You’d never fallen for his tricks, not
even in high school, which he had said was why he’d fallen in love with you so
quickly; You’d been the one to call him out on his masks almost daily when he’d
flirt with you. But you decided to play along, wrapping your arms around his
neck and pressing your lips against his after pulling your head away from his
lips. You two shared a brief kiss before you smiled and pulled away, “Yes,
Tooru. I’m 22. Which means I had Yukio when I was 17 and had to drop out of
high school to care for him.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you
slightly before walking over to the messy countertop next to Kaneko’s baby
carrier.
It warmed your heart, truly it did, to see that your husband
had put actual effort in trying to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday.
Oikawa had never stopped trying to impress you, and you knew he probably wouldn’t
ever stop. He thought that the day he stopped trying to impress you would be
the day you’d stop loving him and move on to someone who actually deserved you.
You loved him though. You loved him more than he could imagine, and you’d told
him so on multiple occasions. And he loved you equally, if not more, but that didn’t
calm his anxiety.
“Hmmmm, could you imagine if that actually happened,
_____-chan? Like… What would have happened?” Oikawa pondered as he quickly
picked up Yukio in his arms and pinched at his cheeks as a form of revenge for
tattling on him, “Maybe Yukio-chan here wouldn’t be as much as a loudmouth as
he is now, hmmm?” He smirked at his son, who whined and pushed at his fathers
hands before trying to squirm out of his arms.
“Impossible. You’re his father. He was bound to have that.”
You said offhandedly as you pulled Kaneko out of her baby carrier and held her
close to your chest, smiling to yourself when you heard both your husbands and
your son’s whines in disagreement. “Come on, Kaneko. Let’s go back to sleep
while daddy and big brother clean up the mess they made.” You cooed sweetly at
your baby girl, feeling your heart beat faster when the 6 month old baby squealed
excitedly at hearing your familiar voice.
Oikawa stared with a pout of his face as you easily walked
passed him, “______-chan~! Come on! At least take Yukio-chan with you so I don’t
get bullied by him!” Oikawa whined loudly as you entered the bedroom. “Your
mother is so cruel to me, Yukio-chan.” Oikawa pretended to sniffle as he went
to start cleaning up the kitchen of his cooking mishap.
Yukio giggled to himself before picking up some of the mess
from the floor and putting it into the trash can, “And what about me, daddy? I
have to deal with you acting like more of a baby than little sister!” He
giggled behind his hands as his father whined louder, complaining about how
Kaneko was the only one who really loved him. “Come on, daddy! The faster we
clean, the faster we can go lie down with mama and little sister!” Yukio
cheered happily as he pushed his father’s legs to get a move on on the cleaning
already. Oikawa smiled to himself as he started to wipe down the counter and
giving Yukio the dirty plates to rinse and put in the dishwasher. This was all
Oikawa could have wanted for his life with you.
Kuroo Tetsurou:
When you turned over in bed to cuddle next to your husband,
Kuroo, and found his side of the bed cool, you frowned and sat up, looking
around the bedroom with furrowed eyebrows. Telling from the soft light coming through
your window, it was just barely past dawn, which meant it was too early for
your husband to be even close to out of bed. He cherished the days he could
sleep in.
You reached up and rubbed at your sleepy eyes, letting out a
long and loud yawn, “Where did that sly cat get to….?” You mumbled to yourself,
about to toss the blankets off of you to get up and search for Kuroo, but
jumped when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye.
“Sly cat? I haven’t heard you call me that in a while, kitten.”
Kuroo smirked as he walked into the bedroom, handing you a plate that smelled
of marvelous things. “Good morning.” He hummed as he leaned down and pressed
his lips against yours, pulling you to rest between his legs with your back
pressing against his chest.
“Morning.” You whispered against his lips, using one hand to
hold the plate of food while the other cupped his cheek to keep his lips
against yours. “What’s with the breakfast in bed? How are you even functioning this
early?” You asked curiously as you pulled away from his lips, leaning your head
against his as he rested it on your shoulder.
Kuroo shrugged and wrapped his arms around your middle,
closing his eyes with a serene smile on his face, “I can’t surprise my wife
with food?” He asked curiously, laughing softly, “It wasn’t easy either. The
little monsters were pestering me all morning saying how I wasn’t cooking it
the way you do.” He turned his head and pressed his lips to the juncture of
your neck and shoulder, smirking when you shivered in his arms.
The mention of your three children made you freeze before
putting food in your mouth; Your children took after their father far too much
for this to be a good idea. You bit your bottom lip and nudged the food against
Kuroo’s lips after he went back to resting his chin on your shoulder, “Oh? Is
that so?” You asked, biting your lip roughly to keep from smiling too wide as
he took the food in his mouth before coughing at the taste. “Haven’t you
learned from your past already, Tetsu? They’re literally little yous…
Pranksters.” You called towards the bedroom door where you could see three
heads of unruly black hair poking around the doorway to watch what their little
switch had done. “They switched some of the ingredients, I see.” You brought
the plate up to your nose, sniffing it before letting out a few coughs and
setting the plate off to the side, “Curry powder instead of salt.” You wheezed
out, feeling like your sinuses had been cleared.
Kuroo was still having a coughing fit behind you from the
spicy taste. Why had he thought his children helping would ever be a good idea?
He turned his golden gaze over to the doorway, squinting his eyes when he saw
the three culprits move to stand in the doorway with their hands behind their
back. “Sorry, daddy.” Your eldest, Souma, apologized, but the small smirk on
his face made you cover your mouth and turn away from them so you could snicker
at how identical your eldest son was to your husband. Your middle child,
Hiroshi, looked down at his feet with a slight pout, genuinely sorry for what
their little trick had done to their father. While your youngest, Misaki,
giggled and rushed into the room as best as she could, climbing onto the bed
and sitting in front of you, smiling widely when you wrapped your arms around
her and pulled her closer.
“Oh, I’m so sure you are, Souma.” Kuroo grumped, but only
for a few seconds before his own smirk slid easily onto his face, “Don’t worry,
you little monster. I’ll get you back.” He assured his first son.
“Tetsu, no threatening the children.” You reminded, laughing
gently when Hiroshi rushed to join you and Misaki on the bed, hiding his little
face in your chest when he caught his father’s eye. He was the unsure one of
your children, and that made him the victim of many of Souma’s pranks, but he
knew his father was a genius at jokes, so he usually tried his hardest to stay
out of his fathers sight so he didn’t get teased for being so naïve.
Kuroo chuckled lowly and reached his arms out to wrap around
the three of you in his arms, sticking his tongue out at Souma, “Guess you don’t
get to join in the family cuddle then, evil mastermind Souma.” Kuroo teased as
he let his right hand stroke his second son’s hair soothingly, knowing he and
Misaki weren’t involved (too much) in the ingredient mix up.
Souma stood alone in the doorway of the room, his smirk
falling and a pout coming to his face, “No fair! I wanna cuddle with mama!” He
whined loudly as he rushed to the side of bed, laughing when Kuroo caught him
in his arms and started to tickle him mercilessly, making sure he leaned back
so Souma’s kicking legs didn’t accidentally catch you in the back of your head
or one of the other little ones. “Ahhh! Daddy! Let me down! Ah! No! Why! Why
are you like this?” Souma laughed loudly, pushing his fathers hands away as
best he could, “Mama help me!” He yelled, laughing harder when Kuroo found
Souma’s super ticklish spot on his side.
“I’ll save you, baby.” You cooed as you reached behind you
and pulled Kuroo in for a deep kiss, making the man forget what he was doing
and allowing Souma to scurry into your lap with his siblings, his golden eyes
watching what you had done to stop his father’s attacks. You smiled against
your husbands lips, letting one hand reach back and stroke through his messy
hair, holding his lips to yours for a few seconds before pulling away and
turning back to your three children, who were now arguing amongst themselves
over who was more to blame for the spice prank going wrong.
You smiled widely as you felt Kuroo’s chin rest on your
shoulder again, his lips pressing against your ear, “You don’t play fair.” He
whispered quietly, his breath tickling you. You giggled and turned your head to
be able to see him as best you could, “Don’t worry, Kitten… I’ll get you back
tonight when they’re fast asleep.” Kuroo assured easily, wrapping his arms
around your middle once more and letting his eyes watch your three children
giggle and curl up against your chest or your stomach while they continued to
talk to each other. You don’t think you’d ever been excited for bedtime to
come.
Oh my god! Honestly, the reason this so long for me to finish was because I wanted to find fitting names for the kids lmao I can’t find wat Takeji means but it sounds like Keiji so I really liked it for Akaashi’s son and Amari means “Strength” Kaneko means “Golden” Souma means “True or Reality” Hiroshi means “Generous” and Misaki means “Beautiful Blossom” ******
***** These are just general google searches of the name. I don’t know Kanji, sadly, so I can’t put a meaning to each syllable. T~T
No shame at all, I
agree! Honestly, I wish I was small enough to even think about doing this with
any of the characters T~T Oh well… Thank you for requesting this sinful
perfection! -Admin Satori ❤
Your arms slid around your boyfriend’s shoulders from behind
as he sat at his desk, his laptop open and playing video feed for the latest
games of their next opponent. Oikawa was in the zone, you knew, but you didn’t
pay that any mind, knowing he’d been whining at you earlier in the day about
how you didn’t pay enough attention to him. Well, now you were available to do
so, and you weren’t going to let a video stand in your way.
Slowly, your hands slid down his shirt, and you turned your
head so you were pressing open mouthed and sloppy kisses all along his neck and
jaw, licking the shell of his ear as you slowly lifted his shirt a bit so you
could press your fingers in his smooth skin, feeling the muscles ripple under
your touch. “Tooru~…. I have a surprise for you~…” You purred into his ear,
smiling when you noticed his hand twitch towards the mouse pad, but a
particular set of the game had his attention back on what was happening on the
screen and not what was happening with your hands on his body.
Oikawa didn’t move further, his eyes wide and watching the
screen, flickering between players. He didn’t even notice what was happening
until he felt out of breath. Finally allowing himself to pause the video, he
looked down and noticed your right hand in his sweatpants while your left hand
lightly scratched against his stomach. He grunted and leaned his head back at
the feel of your hand stroking his length, but pushed your hands away in confusion
at the sight of a familiar shade of light green of the fabric you were wearing.
“______-chan….” He turned around in his chair to look at you properly. But his
mouth shut closed as soon as he set his eyes on you.
“Yes, Tooru?” You asked with a small smirk, crossing your
arms under your bust, the folding of the fabric pulling up his jersey enough to
show your favorite lacy panties, the thigh highs decorating your skin with a
lacy trim. Shivers shot down your spine at the sight of him licking his lips
excitedly. “What’s the matter, Tooru? Jealous someone is wearing your jersey
better than you can?” You teased, but squeaked in surprise when he suddenly shot
up and forced you to walk backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell on
top of the blankets.
“Oh, on the contrary, _____-chan…. I was thinking of ways I
could get you to wear that outfit more often…” Oikawa hummed thoughtfully as he
stood above you. You were about to sit up and continue where you’d been force
to quit earlier, but laid flat on your back at Oikawa dropped to his knees
right before your slightly spread legs, his lips pressing against your inner
thigh and making you shiver excitedly.
But that didn’t stop your smart mouth. “Oh? So eager to get
on your knees for me, Tooru~?” You giggled, but gasped when you felt his teeth
press into the soft skin just below the apex of your legs, your hands flew to
the jersey, pulling it up enough to be able to see what he was doing.
Light brown hues met yours almost immediately, his teeth
digging into your soft skin again before his warm tongue swiped over the wound
to sooth the pain at least a little. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered as
he moved to press his lips against your covered core, his lips taking your
swollen clit into his mouth and letting his saliva soak your panties completely
as he sucked at your clit. The whiney moans and breathless gasps that left your
lips spurred him on, and he quickly moved upward, pushing his jersey with his
travels so it rested in a bunch above your breasts. You stared at him intently
as he pressed open mouthed, sloppy, wet kisses against your skin around your
nipple of one breast before taking the nub into his mouth. You arched your
chest against his face, closing your eyes and feeling yourself get worked up
over his ministrations.
Oikawa smirked, his eyes watching how your face contorted in
pleasure as he continued to nip and suck at your breast, his right hand
reaching down and slipping into your panties, pressing his fingertips against
your slick folds. “Ah, _____-chan~. Always so wet for your captain.” He hummed
appreciatively as he let one of his fingers slowly push into your tight hole, “Oh~
And you’re sucking my finger in. You’re so greedy, _____-chan~!” He purred into
your breast before standing up and away from your body, his hands reaching down
and pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles before his fingers
tugged your panties down your thighs and off from around your ankles. “So lewd,
____-chan, laying bare like this.” He crooned down at you before crawling back
over you and grabbing the back of your knee to rest against his waist so he
could press his hardened cock against your wet folds.
You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan, “Please,
Tooru. Please fuck me into this mattress.” His cock twitched against your folds
at your words, but he didn’t move any closer. Reaching up, you pulled his head
down and smashed his soft lips against yours, “If you don’t fuck me… I’m going
to fuck you…” You threatened into his mouth as your tongues swirled around each
other.
“_____-chan~! You’re so impatient!” Oikawa whined into your
mouth before grinding his hips against yours, his left hand holding his weight above
you while his right hand went down to his cock, stroking it a few times before
aligning with your hole and pushing himself in slowly. You arched your back and
pressed against his body further at the feeling of his length filling you, “Oh…
But the sight of you taking my cock so well is so worth the wait…” He hummed
appreciatively after he pulled away. Slowly, he pushed his hips against yours,
sliding in and out of you easily, his shaft rubbing against your clit at a
constant pace and slowly working the both of you to oblivion. But Oikawa pulled
his body away so he was standing, you still laying on the bed and reaching for
purchase in the blankets as he dragged your body closer to the edge of the bed
so he had more room to work his magic inside you.
“Ah~, please, Tooru~.” You begged, closing your eyes and
tossing your head back as you felt his calloused fingertips stroke at your
clit. “Please, please.” You whimpered, his name tumbling from your lips in a
broken mantra as he snapped his hips against yours.
Oikawa licked his lips as he stared down at you. Your cheeks
flushed with your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed; his jersey bunched up
above your breast to reveal your pert nipples to the crisp air of the bedroom;
his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole while his fingertips
rubbed at your clit and worked you closer to your bliss; his other hand
gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises to form under the thigh highs.
“_____-chan, you look so good. So good just for me. Taking my cock like a good
girl. Ah, you feel so good around me, ______-chan.” He whimpered into the dimly
lit room. The idea that you’d surprised him with such a beautiful view had him
teetering on the edge, and he quickened his pace, wanting you to find your end
just as he was.
He practically dove down to lock your lips together with his
as you trembled around his cock, “Ah, ah~ T-Tooru~!” You moaned into his hot
cavern, “P-please Tooru.” Your hips were moving against his and with a sharp
snap of his, you were falling over the edge with a scream. He’s glad he had
pulled away from your mouth just before snapping his hips, feeling orgasm wash
over just as you let your scream sound. He let himself cum inside you, knowing
the two of you would need a shower before bed anyway and he’d be able to clean
you up then.
“Don’t think this is over, _______.” Oikawa panted above
you, his face flushing a bit more as you looked up to meet his eyes, “You
started it, and you’re going to end it.” He smirked, reminding you how you’d so
rudely interrupted his viewing of the volleyball match. You shivered under him,
the motion causing his semi-hard cock to rub against your clit and make you let
out a breathy moan at the feeling. Overstimulation was a game you two enjoyed
thoroughly.
Iwaizumi Hajime:
Okay, you admit, it wasn’t just because it was laundry day
that you were dressed in your boyfriend’s volleyball jersey and thigh highs
with just panties underneath. Though, you’d refuse anything else if asked.
Which you knew he wouldn’t ask. You knew Iwaizumi very well enough to know as
soon as he saw you wearing his jersey that he’d be all over you.
And you weren’t wrong.
“Hey, ______, do you know where my…..” Iwaizumi stopped as
he walked into the laundry room to see you bending over to get some clothes out
of the drier; Your ass high in the air, his jersey lying on the small of your back
and hanging around your stomach while your lace panties pulled up a bit on your
ass so some of it was hanging out the trimming, your thighs looking so bitable
with the decoration of your thigh highs. He cleared his throat suddenly, and
you smirked to yourself as you continued to reach for a nonexistent piece of
clothing in the back of the drier.
“Hmmm? Know where your what is, Hajime?” You asked as you
slowly pulled out of the drier, holding a towel you’d had in your hands for the
past 5 minutes just to give him ample time to stare at your ass. Turning
around, you tossed the towel into the basket of clean clothes before walking to
the washer to start another load, feeling his eyes following you the entire
time. “Is that the TV remote in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
You couldn’t help but tease as you caught sight of his hardening bulge.
Iwaizumi wasted no time as he walked up behind you, wrapping
his arms around your waist, “You think you’re so slick….” His voice rumbled
against your back and into your chest, making you shiver in his arms as one of
his hands slowly went under his jersey to stroke at your smooth skin, “What’s
all this then? Teasing me like that? Are you going to take responsibility?” He
growled as he pressed his bulge against your ass.
You bit your bottom lip and smiled, nodding as you pressed
your ass against his bulge in return, “Yes, sir, Hajime.” You whispered,
wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand reached out and braced
against the side of the washer.
His rough hand under his jersey palmed your breast,
squeezing at it whenever you would push back against him. He hissed and shook
his head, his other hand moving from your waist and reaching out in front of
you, turning on the washer, “I don’t want to interrupt your chores, of course.”
Iwaizumi smirked before attaching his lips against your neck, his hand going back
to your waist. But it didn’t stay there for long, his hips pressing you so your
hips were pushed flat against the now vibrating washer as it cleaned your
clothes. The vibrating against your clothed clit made you lean your head
forward and rest against the cool metal machine, “That’s it, baby girl, spread
wide for me.” He growled behind you.
“Hajime… Please…” You whispered, pulling the jersey up a bit
more so you had less between you and the vibrating machine. His fingers pulled
your panties to the side, pulling his hand from your breast to hold the fabric
away from your wet folds as he let two of his thick fingers slowly press into
you. You moaned loudly, the sound being drowned out by the loud machine under
you.
“I’ve barely touched you, _____, and you’re already soaked….”
His rough voice sounded against your spine, making you shiver and whimper with
a nod. “Such a good girl, always ready for me. Ah, ah, ah, don’t pull away from
the washing machine…” He pushed your ass so you were pressing against the
vibration once again, his fingers curling inside you at the same time. He bit
his bottom lip before quickly dropping his pants and underwear, “I can’t help
myself, ____. You look so damn good spread like this.” He growled as he maneuvered
himself to press his throbbing cock against your tight hole, pushing into you
and snapping his hips so you were being pinned to the washing machine.
You cried out, gripping the corners of the machine as he
started to thrust inside you, the vibrations against your clit coupled with his
thick cock snapping into you made you see stars; You could already tell the
laundry room would be a favorite place to screw around in. “Ha~jime~!” You
moaned into the metal under you, wanting to push back against him, but knowing
he would only hold you against the machine. “Oh, God… Please, Please Hajime!”
You begged, tilting your head back and panting into the room.
Iwaizumi grunted loudly, his pace quickening, the vibrations
of the machine transferring from your clit and wrapping around his cock, making
him come closer and closer to his end. His hands were gripping so tightly at
your waist, he knew you’d show bruises the next morning. But that wasn’t on his
mind right now. Right now he was working on pushing you closer and closer to
the end. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good, squeezing me so
tight.” He groaned against his jersey on your back.
Arching your back against him, you fell over the edge just
as the washing machine’s cycle ended. He grunted against the back of your
shoulder as your walls squeezed him tightly, allowing him to find his own end
and spill his load into your tight hole. You panted loudly in the small space
of the room, leaning forward on the machine completely and turning to look at
him over your shoulder with a tired smile.
“I think laundry day is my new favorite day.” Iwaizumi
breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, his fingers stroking the smooth skin
of your ass before turning you around and pulling you to rest against his
chest.
You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around his neck,
pressing your lips against his sweetly, “Hmmm, I think we should just get a
vibrator and save on water for the washer.” You giggled as you pulled away.
Iwaizumi laughed softly and nodded in agreement, leaning forward and capturing
your lips with his once more, his hands slowly going to cup your ass and making
you squeak in surprise. You knew he was hungry for more, you’d been planning on
it really. But that didn’t mean you had to act like you knew it. Your favorite
thing to see was him get frustrated in hinting at a round two. He always gave
up and ended up showing you just exactly what he wanted.
Kuroo Tetsurou:
“______, Come on, kitten! I’m tired!” Kuroo complained from
his spot on the edge of the bed, having been about to pull you into his arms to
head to bed when you’d suddenly rushed off to the bathroom. He assumed it was a
bathroom issue, “Alright, alright. I hear your message loud and clear, _____.
We won’t go to that restaurant anymore.” He smiled before laying back on the
bed, closing his eyes and feeling sleep pull at his mind.
You took a shaky deep breath as you opened the bathroom
door, sneaking over to where he lay on the edge of the bed before moving so you
were straddling his lap in a kneel, “Tetsu~… won’t you look at me?” You purred,
biting your bottom lip nervously as his large hands slowly moved from behind
his head to stroke along your thigh highs, his long fingers tucking underneath
the fabric when he felt a fold. He kept his eyes closed, but his lips quirked
upwards in a smirk as he let one hand continue up your thigh.
Long fingers twitched back when he felt a familiar fabric,
“Hmmm?” He hummed quietly as he let his fingers feel at the material, his lips
widening when he put a piece of clothing to the feel, “Ohohoh? Someone’s
playing dress up?” His golden eyes slowly peaked up at you before looking at
every piece of you. You squirmed slightly under his gaze, lowering your body
enough so you were pressing against his groin, feeling your insides cool when
you heard his grunt at the body contact.
Smiling widely, and letting go of your lip from between your
teeth, you lifted his Nekoma jersey enough to show what was hiding underneath,
“Well, I’m very bad at dressing up if I’m still half naked.” You giggled when
his eyes widened at the sight of your lacy panties that he loved so much.
“Very bad…” He agreed as he let his eyes go from looking at
your thigh highs with the cat ear design to your lacy panties you were still
flashing him, his black and red nekoma jersey hanging on you just right. He
couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him when he noticed the plastic, but
blingy, cat ears that rested in your hair on a headband. “Even I’m not that
obsessed with cats, _____.” He teased as he reached up to pull your face to
meet his in a heated kiss.
From the hardening under the apex of your legs, you could
tell he liked what you were wearing. And he was well enough awake to enjoy what
you’d surprised him with. You licked your lips and leaned forward, your clothed
folds rubbing against his restrained cock, as you brought your hands up to rest
on either side of your face, tilting your head a bit. “Nyah~?” You smiled at
him cutely, laughing when he threw his head back with his own hearty chuckle at
your antics. Of course, you took that moment to lean forward further and press
open mouthed kisses against his throat, shivering when his hands moved from
your thighs to grip at your ass. You moaned quietly against the skin just under
his ear as his strong arms pulled you closer to him, being sure to drag you
slowly against his throbbing cock.
Kuroo grunted and pressed his fingers into your skin, one
hand snuck under his jersey and cupped your bare breast in his palm. You
whimpered and pulled your lips from his neck, tilting your head so you could
watch him attach his lips to your nipple over the smooth material. Your hips
rubbed against his as his fingertips twisted at your neglected nipple, and you
couldn’t help but pant quietly at how electrified your body felt under his
touch. “Such a dirty kitty, _____.” He smirked up at you from his spot against
your breast. You huffed and reached down between your pressed bodies, pulling
down his pants and boxers just enough to allow his cock to spring free.
“But I’m your dirty kitty, Tetsu~.” You whispered heatedly,
pulling his head up from your chest by the scruff of his hair so you could
press your lips against his to swallow his groan just has your other hand
stroked at his hard cock between your bodies. Kuroo groaned loudly into your
mouth as you continued to pump his length, and he quickly pulled his hand out
of his jersey to slip behind you, his other hand already holding your panties
off to the side. His long digits stroked along your folds, and you jolted back
from his lips in a gasp, gripping him in your hand a bit tighter in response.
His lips moved to rest against your ear as you laid your
forehead on his shoulder, your eyes watching how his cock was weeping with
precum from your hand working him. “That’s it, kitten… Watch as you jack me off
and ride my fingers…” He purred into your ear as he slipped a finger inside
your tight hole, reveling in your breathy moan and the way your walls clenched
around the intrusion. He let out a heavy groan as you swiped your thumb over
his tip, feeling your hand slightly trembling around him from you trying to
concentrate on making him feel good while his fingers worked you to your end.
But you wanted him inside you when you both fell over the edge.
You pulled his lips against yours once again, pulling your
hand away from his cock and dragging yourself closer so your clit rubbed
against his shaft, causing him to move his fingers from inside you and grip
your ass tightly. He swallowed your moans as you grinded against him for a few
moments, and in turn panted into your mouth before biting hard on your bottom lip
as he slipped inside you after one of your slides against him allowed his tip
to press into you. Kuroo pulled away from your lips to see he’d accidentally
drawn blood from your lip, quickly swooping back in and licking along your
wound, moving his hips against yours slowly to take your mind off the sharp
pain.
“Tetsu~…” You gasped quietly, wrapping your arms around his
neck and holding him close as you rode him, moving your hips against his,
feeling his length slide in and out of you with ease and making your body feel
on fire with how good he felt inside you. You tangled your fingers in his
unruly hair, closing your eyes tightly, “Oh, God…. Tetsu, right there… Please
don’t stop.” You whimpered loudly against his lips.
Kuroo smirked as he pulled away, burying his face in your
neck, “Let it out, Kitten… Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He
murmured, one hand gripping your ass tightly under the material of his jersey
while his other gripped your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of the thigh highs
against his fingertips and repainting the image of what you’re wearing in the
forefront of his mind. He leaned back, dragging you down with him, and used the
new position to thrust up into you, rubbing against a spot inside you that made
you see stars.
Volume control was non existent whenever he asked to hear
you. “Ah~, Tetsu. You feel so good, baby. So damn good fucking me like this.
Ah, right there… Ah, please don’t stop~!” You pleaded, leaning up a bit as his
hand on your thigh went to grab at your ass like his other, his hips slapping
against yours. “F-fuck! You always know how to make me feel so good, Tetsu~!”
You scratched at his chest and stomach, feeling your walls quiver around his
throbbing cock. “Ah, shit, Tetsu.. I’m…. I… Ah..” You couldn’t even get the
words out with how his cock was sliding in and out of you, his shaft rubbing
just right against your clit. “F-fuck!” You cried out as you fell off the edge,
your nails digging into his skin. He hissed loudly and gave a hard thrust,
falling right after you, emptying his load into your tight hole and holding you
on his chest as you collapsed on top of him. Kuroo smirked contently and leaned
his head against yours on his shoulder. After a few seconds of the two of you
panting and trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t help the teasing smile
that lit up your face against his neck, “So…. I take it you like my outfit?” You
giggled, feeling his hands still holding onto your ass under his jersey.
He hummed, “Maybe… I think I need to get a view of it from
the back before I tell you definitely.” He squeezed your ass and smiled when
you laughed. You knew he wasn’t kidding. But then, you didn’t expect to clean
up after one round. Especially when you were dressed in his clothing and thigh
highs.
Okay… So for this one… I kinda stole the idea from a NatsuxLucy (Fairy Tail) fic I read a LONG time ago… And I really REALLy loved it…. So the fic I read was pretty lengthy and had a few angsty parts, but this will just be the condensed version, basically… I don’t really have too much time to make an entire fic haha! Thanks for Requesting! – Admin Satori ❤
Kuroo Tetsurou:
How in the hell were you supposed to do this assignment? Nude drawings? Of someone you knew? Someone who spoke to not only to your art form but to your very spiritual core? You huffed and tossed your paperwork off to the side, watching it slide just a bit out of the way and start to fall off the bench you were sitting on. You suddenly lunged for it, trying to grab just the edges when suddenly a large hand appeared on the other end of the paperwork, catching it just in time. Your wide eyes slowly traveled up the toned arm to meet a pair of golden eyes. “T-Tetsurou?” You blinked in surprise, not having expected him of all people to be attending the same school as you.
Kuroo smiled, “_____! Hey, how’ve you been?” His voice was calm, testing the waters of whatever acquaintance he still had with you. You’d grown up with Kuroo, had dated him for a few months back in middle and early high school. But things had gotten in the way, and the two of you had slowly lost touch over the years….
Try as you may, date as many guys after him as you had…
Yet, your heart still belonged to him.
“I’m doing great! Wow, it’s been a long time.” You smiled fondly up at him, barely seeing his hand place your items back on the bench within reach. “You have classes here? I would have thought the big shot you are would have gone on to be Tokyo’s greatest volleyball player!” You teased, knowing he’d, at one point, truly dreamed of becoming a national player.
His hand waved you off and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, “I’m nearly 24, ____. I can’t be daydreaming of the national team that never will be.” Kuroo chuckled, “They’re loss really.” He shrugged before taking a seat next to you, your school bag being the only thing separating the two of you on the bench. “What’s all this then?” He asked, pulling your assignment back from your bag and reading it over. Your eyes widened and quickly took the paper from him, not wanting him to see the embarrassment you’d have to be put through.
“Nothing…. Just a dumb assignment…. You know… I need a few electives before graduation is even a possibility…. So I thought ‘why not take art? It’ll be easy!’”
“And you got slapped in the face with the nude drawing assignment?” He raised a dark eyebrow at you, and, still, you didn’t meet his gaze, your cheeks dusted in a light blush. “I’ll do it for you.” He offered suddenly, and your eyes immediately snapped to meet his, “I’ll be your model.” He smirked at you, leaning towards you, squishing your backpack between his thigh and yours, “You just have to try not to fall in love with what you see.”
You laughed and pushed him away playfully, “You’re so dumb.” You mumbled before shaking your head and standing up with your things, “I couldn’t ask that of you, Tetsurou… Although we may have dated for a few months, you know as well as I do that neither of us saw each other naked, so I don’t know if I’d be too comfortable with that.” You admitted easily, moving your backpack to your chest to be able to put your paperwork back in it’s proper place.
He stared up at you from beneath his dark lashes, and your breath stilled in your throat from the intense sight. What you wouldn’t give to actually draw that stare of his and keep it for yourself. The project be damned. But his smirk made your mind clear and remind yourself that he wasn’t exactly the serious type, he didn’t really seem like he’d let you live down drawing him in all his glory. And if you drew him wrong? Sketched something completely different than how it was? Forget ever being able to think without his teasing and mocking. You knew he wasn’t saying anything for a reason. He was trying to smolder you into agreeing and have him be your model. And for fuck sake if it wasn’t working.
Sighing in defeat, knowing this was going to be one hell of a project, you closed your eyes and nodded, “Fine, Tetsurou… you can be my model.” You mumbled, “Be at my apartment around 8 next Monday… and we can get started.”
Next Monday came, and while Kuroo was undressing in your ‘art studio’, which was just a section of your bedroom that you’d designated with the best lighting for your art, you were quietly panicking in the bathroom.
The week between meeting him since high school and today had blurred past you in a series of small dates with the stranger turned close friend. He’d taken you for coffee, dinner, lunch, he’d buy your breakfast and he’d even run errands for you. You couldn’t fathom why either! You couldn’t even tell if he was confused that this was simply a project and not something you’d planned to get him back.
But each and every one of his actions towards you, his favors, his running your errands… his thoughtfulness towards you, it filled you with hope. Maybe you two would get back together.
A knock at the door scared you out of your delusions and you looked towards it with wide panicked eyes. “____? You ready to sketch this perfection?” Kuroo called through the door and you wanted to smack that smirk out of his voice. Maybe you didn’t want the two of you to get back together after all.
“I’m coming.” You called back lamely, taking a deep breath and washing your face in water before opening the door. He stood just outside the doorway, his right hand leaning on the wood of it while his left hand held a towel in place around his waist. You had to pause for a moment, blinking a few times to try to make sense of what it was you were supposed to be doing again. How could someone so infuriating and annoying be so… goddamn attractive? He smiled down at you, his black hair as messy as ever and covering half his face. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from drooling before maneuvering around him as best you could, “Come on, the assignment is due next week.” You reminded, forcing yourself from looking back at him and feel your insides warming at how fluidly and perfectly, even gracefully, his body moved as he followed you.
“You have time… I mean.. I’m not really sure how thought out this project needs to be, but all that’s left now is you to actually draw me…” He shrugged, following your instruction as you placed him on your rented model stand, moving him around to best suit your art style. He watched you closely, even when you turned his head to best fit what form you were going for, and the way your eyes focused so intensely on his bare skin made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He still loved you. Years later, and you were still on his mind, running through his dreams, reminding him to better himself. He wanted you back, he truly did – that’s why he’d taken up this opportunity to be your model… So he could spend his days with you while his dreams were filled with you during the night.
Finally the moment for his towel to be removed came and your hands shook as you reached for the fabric – his only cover from your eyes. His eyes watched you intensely, and you couldn’t help but notice the small blush on his cheeks as your hand made contact with the towel, the slightest pressure making his usually calm nerves suddenly become erratic. You suddenly cleared your throat before pulling the towel from his waist, tossing it behind you so as not to hide from the entire view of his body.
You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting. He was a tall young man, dark bedhead hair, long long legs that you felt went on forever, everything about him was relatively big… And his penis was no different. While the moment called for embarrassment, Kuroo was thankful he wasn’t sporting a hard on with your first viewing of all of him. But he knew the more you looked at it, the more self conscious he’d become about his size and his exposure.
Realizing the moment was becoming a bit more embarrassing than an artist needs to make it for their model, you stepped back, tilting your head this way and that to make sure everything looked in place. Everything. The assignment asked for an organic type of pose, not something completely robotic and mechanical looking. Sighing, you sat down and pulled the paper close to you, getting ready to work your magic. “Okay…. Tetsurou…” You called quietly, seeing his golden eyes trained on you still, “Don’t move.” You instructed, seeing his lips quirk in a small smirk before you were focused on getting his exact likeness in your drawing.
“This just looks absolutely awful…” You groaned into your hands after closing your journal. It’d been a whole week since he first came to pose for you, and almost every day since you’d worked endlessly on the art piece so it was absolutely perfect. You’d barely had any sleep, and you were wearing yourself almost completely ragged; Kuroo saw this, and not only felt enormously guilty for not being the perfect model, but also felt concerned over your dedication. Were you putting this much effort just because it was him? Or did you give this much of yourself in all of your pieces? When you both had reunited a little over a week ago, you’d spoken of the class as if it was something to laugh at, so he figured you’d just half ass it and turn it in…
He looked over at you, breaking his pose and seeing you visibly shaking. Kuroo integrally panicked before grabbing the towel to wrap around his waist and walk over to you. He took a seat next to you and let his right arm rest on the other side of your body as he nudged you with his shoulder, “No way – if you’re the artist, I’m sure it’s perfect!” He tried to encourage, but couldn’t really formulate what exactly he wanted to say. His left hand reached for the journal, but you slapped it away. His hand recoiled and he gave you a shocked expression, “What? I can’t even see it?”
You shook your head, “No. It’s completely just a mess… I can’t get your likeness at all.. Every time I try… It’s like my hand automatically reverts to cartoons and hard lines…” You whined, tossing your head back and feeling only a little surprise when the base of your head came into contact with his shoulder. You groaned and closed your eyes, “I think I’m just going to drop the class… Then I can take something better or easier – it’s just an elective anyway…” You muttered, your frown slowly turned into a pout and you crossed your arms over your chest; Now you were just being childish.
Kuroo smiled down at you, and before he could actually think about what he was doing… His lips were gently pressed against your pouting ones. You only tensed for a moment, having not expected him to make his move at this juncture of your struggling, but in the next second you were kissing him back. No one said anything, there was no apologies for inviting himself into your personal space, and there was no hesitation or rejection coming from your end. It’s almost as if the two of you just continued where you’d left off back in high school.
Only…. He was still naked.
You don’t know when or how this had happened; when you’d fallen for him all over again, so easily, without any fear. But you had. You’d always loved him, but falling in love with him all over again had definitely been an adventure for the both of you. An unexpected turn in your lives, two souls finding one another again after time apart. And you were completely positive your hearts and your souls would continue to find each other – no matter how many times the two of your separated.
The morning light streamed through your blinds right into your eyes, and you inhaled suddenly as you were pushed into the conscious world. You blinked a few times, holding your hand in the way of the sunlight so your eyes were thrown in the shade once more, trying to get your bearings. You closed your eyes again, feeling your body come into your senses once more, feeling soreness.
Soreness…
Your eyes snapped open and you sat up in your bed, looking down at your body as the sheet fell away to reveal your decorated skin. The decorations being hickies and bruises. You blinked, not understanding what it was you were currently seeing, not understanding what you’d just done with the person sleeping in the bed next to you…
Turning your head, you finally realized someone was sleeping next to you. As peaceful as ever, Kuroo slept while facing you, his left arm thrown out and resting over your waist while his other was bunched up under the pillow under his head, his lips were a little bruised and slightly parted; You could hear his steady breath as he continued to dream, his lips twitching into a serene smile now and then, and you wondered what it was he was dreaming about. Though, you had an idea of what it could be. His hair, as bedhead as it usually is, was actually pushed back from his face while he slept, making his expression look all the more relaxed with the new reveal of the right side of his face.
Something was running through your veins, and you reached over him as quietly and discreetly as you could to grab your sketching journal. Sitting back, keeping his arm on your waist, you focused all your energy into drawing his likeness into the paper; the only sound in the morning light being the scratching of your pencil on the paper, and yours and Kuroo’s combined breathing. Though, focusing so much on your drawing, you noticed you were holding your breath most of the time. Motivation wasn’t what pushed you – it wasn’t even inspiration… It was something more. Something stronger that pulled your hand over the paper, getting all his angles and gentle curves – every point in his messy hair to the very delicate curvature of his lips and eyelashes.
The final product was… There were no words for how not only perfect it’d come out, but for how the picture you’d drawn almost completely mirrored the peaceful man beside you. You placed your journal and drawing utensils off to the side of the bed, knowing your class wasn’t until later that day, before curling up in the blankets once more, scooting as close to Kuroo as you dared. But you didn’t have to worry about waking him up by getting too close, because once he’d felt you start to stir, he pulled you close to his body with the arm that was laying on you. You tensed just the slightest, waiting for some teasing remark from him or even some snarky confidence – but the only thing you heard was a content exhale. You closed your eyes and let your ear rest against his chest, hearing his heart beating strong in his chest. And you realized…
His heart beat matched yours – exactly. In every way possible. You felt connected to this man in more than just the physical sense. You felt it spiritually. You felt his soul entwining with yours, and you knew you could overcome anything as long as he was by your side.
Your teacher said you’d mastered the assignment.
Edit: So I realized after making the entire scenario that the request was for PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!….. I done goofed!!!!! Uuughhh But I hope you like it, sweetheart!!! Please accept my apologies!!!!
I love this and I think it works better somehow as a sketch instead of photography. Really well done!
1.) Kuroo – I don’t know what it is but the cat man just draws me in. Looking forward to/hoping for more of him in the next season.
2.) Bokuto – I love his energy and passion and that he’s such a good senpei not only to his own team but to Hinata and Tsukishima
3.) Daichi – He’s such an amazing captain and friend to all the boys. Adore!
4.) Ukai- COACHIE!!! It was a toss up between him and Daichi for number (3) but I love his dedication to the team and how hard he’s willing to work for them.
5.) Tsukishima – As much as he is a brat sometimes I am repeatedly moved by the evolution of his character and thus he makes it into my top 5.
Thanks for answering mine and thanks for the ask back!
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