CremepuffX3

A/N: I got such a good feedback from my first Haikyuu!! fic that I really wanted to try another on. So here's to all the cuddly Tets! There are probably 101 fanfictions with the same name of Kuroo but I am mainstream as hell so I titled it this anyway. Fem!Reader You woke slowly to a soft snoring and a heap of unruly black hair on your chest. You knew that could be one of two things. If not your cat, your boyfriend disguised as your cat. Looking down you saw him, on your chest sleeping away. His black brows were furrowed making him look as if he were concentrating on something and you couldn't help but smile at your six foot cat boyfriend.

(Inspired by EXO's Playboy - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3ie1dyNvIM) You stretched your arms behind your head as your phone dinged. You went to grab it but Kuroo was faster. “Kuroo, give that back!” “Give it back?” he replied. “And why would I do that? You're supposed to be studying with me.” “I'm the only one studying,” you reminded him as you tried to grab your phone. He kept it well out of your reach, using his long limbs to his advantage. “You've been daydreaming about all the confessions you got this week.” He scoffed. “You wound me, (Y/N).” “Good, t

You groaned as you tossed and turned in your bed. This was stupid. You hated being sick. Your nose was stuffed, your throat was soar and your forehead was as hot as could be. "MMnngghh..." You tried cracking your back, twisting your hips and rolling your shoulders. A knock at your door made you groan out again, not in annoyance but more of a way to tell the person to come in. Your eyes adjusted to the person who walked in, craning your neck slightly, your body began screaming at you. "Hi, babe." All you let out was a groan and snuggled yourself further into your comforter. "I brought some medicine, some ramen and some ginger ale." He put a ba

Your eyes are burning, your body is shaking and you’re pretty sure your throat will explode anytime soon. You can’t move, but somehow he does. He looks troubled as he averts his eyes and purses his lips. His hand ruffles his hair, he seems insecure; but he could move, and you didn't. “But... You’re my best friend, [Last].” You want to scream. You want to spit all the words that ramble inside your very head. Curses, most of them ―all of them. For the first time in minutes, he looks at you; his golden orbs lacking that light you liked so much. “Come on, say something.” He demands. Even after every

I was seated at my desk in the Armed Detective Agency’s office with my eye twitching vaguely as I read the book which my colleague, Dazai Osamu, had basically shoved into my hands before he left with his partner, Kunikida Doppo, to solve a case. Dazai was a complete suicidal maniac and his current dream was to find a beautiful lady to commit double suicide with since he came to the conclusion that suicide should never be done alone a while ago. And oddly enough, that beautiful lady that he chose happened to be me… Don’t get me wrong, I was extremely flattered(yet partially creeped out) by his proposal but of course, like an